Pain in the arse

On Saturday morning Ysabella announced the PC wasn't working.

She wasn't wrong. It was totally and utterly f**ked.

Everything lost. Everything. Photos, iTunes, oh shit - just remembered, my clues to my bank account passwords were there too.

But most importantly for me - at the moment - my uni stuff. Very handy for all this to happen at this time when my first assignment is on Thursday and the rest of my exams start in 2 weeks.

Now, I do copy my uni stuff to my flash drive regularly - but not regularly enough apparently as I have loads of stuff I need to redo just to get me where I was cos I last did it Wednesday night so have lost 2 days worth. Lets hope I've learned my lesson and remember to copy it every night.

It took Jonathan until 5.30 tonight to get it all sorted and working. That's virtually 2 days out of commission, 2 days behind schedule plus the 2 days stuff I need to redo.

And that's virtually 2 days of 'items' I'm 'watching' on eBay that have passed me by.

Been busy revising

....yeah, right!

Just been too bloody lazy to log on this week. Haven't read anyone else's blog either, so I'll need to catch up there.

Yesterday my sister abandoned her 16 week old baby to come and visit us. My, my, how times have changed.

In the olden (ie pre her having a baby) days we'd have gone out early, having consumed a bottle or 2 of wine beforehand, and got hammered, and some how managed to wake up at my house without the slightest clue as to how we got there.

Last night we didn't leave the house until 9. Jonathan gave us a lift to Ilkley cos Charlotte got quite excited when she found out they had a new Pizza Express there (she really DOES need to get out more). We had a reasonably civilised pizza and 2 bottles of wine and a sticking plaster - in that lovely catering blue - for the blister on my little toe.

By the time we'd finished it was about 10.20 so we had to leg it out of there and get a taxi back to Burley so we could get to the Queens Head as it was their 1st birthday celebration. Another (complimentary - cheers John x x) bottle of wine in there and a couple of their famous snowballs later and I woke up this morning at home without the slightest clue as to how I got there.

But then I found out that Charlotte had done a sick. Apparently she blamed the hugely alcoholic snowball. Nothing to do with the 5 bottles of wine we'd shared then? She also told me that I'd walked home without my shoes on cos my plaster fell off. So that's why my feet were filthy! There was I thinking it was time that Jonathan dug the vacuum out again.

Charlotte was feeling a bit delicate this morning. That didn't worry me too much. But she said something that I have never heard her say before, and that scared me a lot. She said, 'I'm never drinking again.'

Indeed, times HAVE changed.

Back home.....

And it's a bloody heatwave. How typical is that! I took advantage of the fine weather and emptied four suitcases all over the back garden. Then I lost interest once I had piled all my cheap fags up and admired the size of my stash, so Jonathan had to scoop it all back up and bring it in again. I couldn't see why I couldn't leave it there all night.

Now I have to make a claim on the travel insurance. What joy! Theo managed to lose his mobile phone (mind you he has had it since Christmas so that's a long time for him) in a 15 minute taxi ride from Santa Ponsa. Although I must say it didn't take whoever found it very long to whip the Sim card out so that it went from being unanswered to being unavailable. Well, skanky bastard, I hope it explodes in your ear.

Currently on my 3rd load of washing with another 4 or so to go.

So I'd like to take this opportunity to apologise for the inevitable downpour that will happen tomorrow.........

.....approximately 10 seconds after I have pegged the washing out.

Brass monkey weather

Huh! On holiday in Majorca. It´s bloody freezing. The kids are revolting. Jonathan´s a miserable old git. I haven´t got pissed once.

Still I´ve bought lots and lots of cheap cigarettes so it´s not all bad.