Today has been a really boring day!
I woke up to find cable company have messed up again and have disconnected my bloody phone and cable TV.( the only thing now worth watching on terrestrial tv- and has been on my TV since 9.00 this morning -cbeebies)
I'm afraid I have been somewhat spoiled with Hallmark and Living Tv. My favourite time of the day after watching the brain washing Touched by an Angel ( the poor mans Highway to Heaven!) is my beloved House- so imagine my distain, to find that my fix will not be granted. Some may say, why didn't I ring them on my mobile and find out what the dickens they were up to - but at 5p at least per minute, from a land line, imagine the unadulterated cost from my pay as you go- ( which unfortunately, I tend not to pay - therefore I can't go). So I have no credit
So I email my mum and ask her to ring me- I'm half way through my wallowing, when mum goes into the lecture about managing my money beter and such, the same Mum- 3 days ago I lent £50.00- yes grand idea Mum- So I am stuck until tonight, when my other half comes in - so I can leave him with the kids - while I go to payphone, where the phone call is free.
But now I am asking myself why I didn't do that earlier - and my only answer to that is Doh!- and plus the fact that if I'm in a public phone booth, on hold listening to Greensleeves, oh and the 'Your call is important to us, and should be answered a week next Tuesday' Some cynical members of my community - may think I am waiting for my next punter- So all said, I think I may send him to go and call- and if he gets propositioned, well all credit to him - as I have been clearly missing something for the last 5 years- and should have sent him out to work sooner!
And to add to it all, my neighbours next door- done a swifty and moved out- the first I knew about it, was the 'To me, To you' coming through the landing walls, So in the interests of neighbourly concern- I went straight to the bedroom window- (to be nosey- no curious, no caring) to find them loading up a removal van, with the £39.99 - (in Argos)- indoor clothes airer I lent them 3 months ago and my Nicky Clarke hairdryer I lent her Yesterday afternoon. I had only a T'shirt on or I would have given her a peice of my mind out of the window, but by the time I found bottoms, got downstairs, hunted in my handbag for keys to open s*dding porch door- they were driving away, in there hired Bedford van and Vauxhall Corsa crammed full of lamshades,carrier bags and duvet covers- with just a hint of what looked like there 3 year old son folded up in the left corner of their boot- answer me this, that in all my misplaced anger at my 2 year old for going in my purse and hiding mummies keys, I thought to myself - why are they called carrier bags- (surely by the shear nature of a bag it means that it can be carried) - considering that carrying even a hint of anything more substantial then 4 wholemeal baps in a 'carrier bag' ensures that the handles go all thin and cut the circulation of your right hand off- so indeed an infringment on Trades Description act - seeing as you cannot, in actual fact carry them- but on the bright side- you can use them for cramming all the old sh*t you don't know what to do with when you move (like somebody elses hairdryer), into the back of small car
