Much better, thank you

I've had that awful sickness bug. What a bundle of laughs that was - not. Amongst everything else, I've never had such painful kidneys. I had a pretty sleepless night (for obvious reasons) but seemed to completely lose a day - a bit like one of my Leeds-based, wine-fuelled sessions - have absolutely no idea where Monday went at all. Did I miss anything?

On the positive side, Jonathan had a glass of wine last night and the smell of it made me feel sick, and I was supposed to be much better at that point. Hopefully that effect will last, well, even for a week it would be a good thing.

On the negative side, I still can't stand the taste of coffee.

And I only lost 2 sodding pounds. I would have thought the sheer effort involved in schlepping to the bathroom would have worked off more than that.

Bummer.

You're never too old

to try new things. This week I have done 2 new things

1) On Monday I didn't go to University cos I couldn't be arsed. Yaay - a proper student at last!

2) I did 32 minutes on Paul's running machine - I feel sick and wobbly. Won't be doing that again in a hurry.

What's the difference between

burning up cos your old and decaying and in the change

or

burning up cos the heating's on too high?

This will hurt but

I guess I have to tell you.

D'you remember when I told you how brilliant I was and how well I did in my Economics Awareness? Especially the bit about beating Jonathan? Well, we've got all our marks in now and he has beaten me in 2 subjects. Ouch.

Still, when we add ALL our marks, I'm still winning......

My head hurts

I have been replaying the scenario over and over again regarding the non-pregnancy.

I'm sorry but there was no way I could be expected to deduce it was a joke from the two-way conversation I had.

As to the spiteful part, in the next bar 2-3 hours later, well I still have no recall about that. So unless the person concerned is willing to enlighten me so I can act on it, I'll just have to plead excess alcohol (again) and leave it at that for the time being.

The evils of alcohol

I got very drunk last night.

Someone told me they were pregnant, I congratulated her, I congratulated the 'father', I congratulated the 'grandmother'.

But......... apparently it was a joke, to do with cake and being fat. Hmmm, this lady is very slim, infact very, very slim - not in a horrible scrawny way, she has a fabulous figure and I think a fair few cakes would need to be indugled in before they became a problem. Anyway she told me she was pregnant, whether it was a joke or not, and nobody bothered to put me straight. And now I'm in trouble for mentioning it to the 'grandmother'.

Then we moved on somewhere else. I remember going there, but I don't remember anything else until I woke up this morning, apart from vaguely being surprised I was undressed. The 'father' said I was being spiteful. No, he said he had 'never seen anyone as spiteful' as I was (which must have been really bad cos I know who he has hung around with.)

I really, truly cannot remember anything in this place, and no-one else can enlighten me so I've no idea what I said or did.

But I'm really sorry, whatever it was.

It's that bloody alcohol.

I must stop drinking.

Safe and sound

My little car is back home.

I slinked into the car park this morning and just drove it out. After it had been sat there for 43 hrs and 21 minutes. What a bargain for a 50p parking fee.

Who said Ilkley's expensive??

Plot? Gone awol.

I was beginning to lose heart about having nothing to blog about, but then life happens and you have something to say. Can't promise it's all that exciting but......

My cousin Mandy came to visit today. That's a pretty unusual thing in itself actually. We used to be so very, very close both geographically and mentally. With only 9 months between us we were mates, shared a flat, argued about men, drinking, clothes - but enough of that. She came to visit and we went shopping in Ilkley. We went for lunch. We had a nice time.

She bought boots, Ysabella bought shoes. I'd bought sweet FA. Not fair. So with a grim determination we went into this posh frock shop and I tried on the weird and the wonderful. And decided to buy this weirdly wonderful dress that's a bit like a pair of curtains.

But I'd fannied about too long. My car was locked in the car park. Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks.

Mandy, who had already put her new boots on, changed back to her old boots and climbed over the locked gate (which made me laugh until I nearly wet myself) and put a note on my car.

This is why I had to move away from her cos we're not to be trusted together.

Ysabella was fuming. Mandy laughed. I laughed.

And Jonathan was a right miserable old sod about the whole thing.