Happy Mondays: Drinking and driving
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lizzie_and_ariHello!
1. Ari is sick. Poor little her. She has a minger of a head cold. This means we have been sleeping in separate rooms the last few nights as she is not breathing well and hence snoring. Snoring is an instant path to psychological torture for me, so I have been sleeping in the boudoir, which frankly is a bit like camping so quite fun. I miss her though; sleeping without her is weird.
2. Despite sickness, however, she is working very hard on her MA, which mostly involves sitting about reading. Well, no, not mostly. She also does fun stuff like Scots translations and writing letters from her 18-year-old self. I'm quite jealous. However, I do not mean to portray it as an easy ride, I do genuinely mean she is working very hard. She had her first mentoring session last week and is going to write half a novel for her dissertation. Awesome socks. Hopefully the Booker prize money will pay our gas bill.
3. Although we should actually be saving a fair bit on that just now, as our boiler is broken. We tried to turn on the heating and the pressure went in the boiler. This happened once before and was an easy fix, but not so this time. We called the boiler people and they said they'd get someone to call us on Monday - today, but this was on Friday night. So we called our trusty plumber Colm and he came and looked at it and said he had seen the same problem with a few of that same model, including his own, it seems to be a teething problem with the new model. Fixing it involves 'smashing it with a hammer', but also a replacement part, which doesn't seem to have happened yet.
4. Terrified about money just now. Haven't really been working in September, apart from the wee bit at Edinburgh Uni, for which I won't get paid until the end of October. Agh. We're in a bit of of a scary place just now. I'm hoping it's the dark before the dawn.
5. The adverts on the side of LJ think I'm old. 'Hit Egypt now! Before you're turn 35!' Fuck you, LJ, I'm only 28.
6. Spent our vouchers: We bought
7. Drove up to Blair Atholl with John. In that he drove. We had to go the non-motorway route, as he is still unlicenced, and managed to take a further detour so it took us 3 hours to get there. But then we had a feast of leftovers with sausages and chicken curry whilst John's Dad regaled me of stories about how much he loves Michael McIntyre, and how a minister he knows could be a stand-up. ('He certainly sounds as good as Michael McIntyre' suggested John. Miaow.) I love John's parents. They're like the grandparents I never had (in that I did have grandparents - one of each on opposite sides - but they were atypical. John's are quite typical and come in a set. With a dog. It feels like a Christmas card.)
Then I drove back in the pitch dark and pouring rain. Scary biscuits.
8. Spent a lovely Friday with Emily again - helped her buy boots, ate chips at Ikea and wrapped her Christmas presents (this may seem crazily anally organised... and it is. But to be fair she's having a baby in about five minutes which makes it three hours 'til Christmas in real (ie available) time).
9. My experimentations with alcoholism are going very well. Saturday night, the True Blood club watched Glee. We had rose wine, followed by gin and tonic and, when the tonic ran out, gin and Schloer. The latter felt particularly decadent as Schloer is quite specifically supposed to be the alternative to alcohol. Mwah hah hah.
Kudos to John for spending the evening surrounded by wool, watching girls paint nails, drinking rose wine, eating dairy free ice cream and watching showtunes and going home with his gender and sexuality intact.
Love and joy to all around. October approaches.
Lizzie xxxx
1. Ari is sick. Poor little her. She has a minger of a head cold. This means we have been sleeping in separate rooms the last few nights as she is not breathing well and hence snoring. Snoring is an instant path to psychological torture for me, so I have been sleeping in the boudoir, which frankly is a bit like camping so quite fun. I miss her though; sleeping without her is weird.
2. Despite sickness, however, she is working very hard on her MA, which mostly involves sitting about reading. Well, no, not mostly. She also does fun stuff like Scots translations and writing letters from her 18-year-old self. I'm quite jealous. However, I do not mean to portray it as an easy ride, I do genuinely mean she is working very hard. She had her first mentoring session last week and is going to write half a novel for her dissertation. Awesome socks. Hopefully the Booker prize money will pay our gas bill.
3. Although we should actually be saving a fair bit on that just now, as our boiler is broken. We tried to turn on the heating and the pressure went in the boiler. This happened once before and was an easy fix, but not so this time. We called the boiler people and they said they'd get someone to call us on Monday - today, but this was on Friday night. So we called our trusty plumber Colm and he came and looked at it and said he had seen the same problem with a few of that same model, including his own, it seems to be a teething problem with the new model. Fixing it involves 'smashing it with a hammer', but also a replacement part, which doesn't seem to have happened yet.
4. Terrified about money just now. Haven't really been working in September, apart from the wee bit at Edinburgh Uni, for which I won't get paid until the end of October. Agh. We're in a bit of of a scary place just now. I'm hoping it's the dark before the dawn.
5. The adverts on the side of LJ think I'm old. 'Hit Egypt now! Before you're turn 35!' Fuck you, LJ, I'm only 28.
6. Spent our vouchers: We bought
- An all in one printer/scanner/copier . It's very good and scanny. I want to scan lots of things. I think I might scan in some old photos, which I can then chuck out and thereby streamline life.
- 2 bras - a 34F for Ari a 30F for me. Madness. We do look mightily pert, though.
- A cardigan I can wear to proper worky stuff. (looks better than in the photo)
- Steak at Cafe Rouge.
7. Drove up to Blair Atholl with John. In that he drove. We had to go the non-motorway route, as he is still unlicenced, and managed to take a further detour so it took us 3 hours to get there. But then we had a feast of leftovers with sausages and chicken curry whilst John's Dad regaled me of stories about how much he loves Michael McIntyre, and how a minister he knows could be a stand-up. ('He certainly sounds as good as Michael McIntyre' suggested John. Miaow.) I love John's parents. They're like the grandparents I never had (in that I did have grandparents - one of each on opposite sides - but they were atypical. John's are quite typical and come in a set. With a dog. It feels like a Christmas card.)
Then I drove back in the pitch dark and pouring rain. Scary biscuits.
8. Spent a lovely Friday with Emily again - helped her buy boots, ate chips at Ikea and wrapped her Christmas presents (this may seem crazily anally organised... and it is. But to be fair she's having a baby in about five minutes which makes it three hours 'til Christmas in real (ie available) time).
9. My experimentations with alcoholism are going very well. Saturday night, the True Blood club watched Glee. We had rose wine, followed by gin and tonic and, when the tonic ran out, gin and Schloer. The latter felt particularly decadent as Schloer is quite specifically supposed to be the alternative to alcohol. Mwah hah hah.
Kudos to John for spending the evening surrounded by wool, watching girls paint nails, drinking rose wine, eating dairy free ice cream and watching showtunes and going home with his gender and sexuality intact.
Love and joy to all around. October approaches.
Lizzie xxxx
