So, after my last entry you were probably wondering if I died. Yes. Yes, I did.
Seriously, though, still feeling a bit poorly. It’s annoying. Eventually decided to go home on friday as was just not getting any work done. Ops kindly signed it off as one of my holidays so I don’t have to rack up a sick instance and I get paid.
Went home and went to bed. Bed occurred through till saturday. It could have gone on longer for my money but I had stuff to do. I went out to Tynemouth market but didn’t find anything I needed. So that felt a bit wasted.
My brother was having one of our patent pending “Bad movie nights”. Generally we try and find the worst pile of dross we can, invite some friends round and laugh at it whilst having a few drinks. Unfortunately due to the feeling illness I really wasn’t up for it but we’d already sent out the invites so it happened. I bailed pretty early on and went back to bed.
When I woke up on sunday the flat was in a horrific state. I had been intending just to relax and play games with my sunday but it could not be ignored. So I started cleaning. I hadn’t realised just how drunk the others got on saturday night but it was apparently pretty bad as someone had thrown up in the bath. Lovely.
I decided also that I need a computer desk as running from the sofa with my laptop was doing my back in. So I pop down to B&M and buy some flat pack stuff. At the same time I finally remembered to by a metal bracket to repair the sofa which was in danger of falling apart. So productive. Came home, assembled everything, fixed everything else and tidied like a good Adam.
Dan woke up and lent a hand after a little and this merely left us with the rubbish bags and the hoovering. We decide to do the hoovering and then drop the trash off at the tip. At this point the fraking hoover ups and dies on us. Cheap pile of rubbish. So now we have to take both hoover and rubbish to the tip and then go and buy a new hoover. Thank god for the car.
We did a loop and dropped off the rubbish then head into town to Argos to get a new hoover. I’ve had enough we these crummy ones we keep buying and invest in a proper Miele job. Only to find the Argos in town is out of stock.
Back into the car and off to the Metro centre. By this point its four in the damn afternoon and I still haven’t relaxed and I still feel like grott. We get there any buy the hoover so that’s a hundred quid I wasn’t expecting to have to pay gone out of my account.
As a side note; I really hate spending money on adult stuff like vacuum cleaners. I always end up comparing it to how much fun I could have had spending money on stuff I want rather than stuff I need. I know it’s necessary but it really bugs me, especially because I hardly ever justify buying stuff I want to myself as it’s always got to be there in case something goes wrong and I need to get stuff I need. Gaaaaaargh! Evil logic loop.
Finally we get home and Danny opens the vacuum box. With a knife. Promptly scoring the surface of the brand new vacuum. Now, admittedly he’s more annoyed about this then I am but if something goes wrong with the darn thing now we can’t take it back so there’s the warranty gone.
Eventually we finish the flat and, I have to say, it’s lovely. The only things left to do are the Bathroom and take Jozos fabrics back to her place (we borrowed them for an in character party a short while ago and everyones been too lazy to sort out afterwards). I am not doing these things with the short remainder of my sunday so I write them off as something to do monday evening. Finally, therefore, I can sit down and relax. However, by now I’m so stressed and feeling ill that all I want to do is go back to bed.
So it’s now monday, I had a three day weekend and I don’t feel even a little better for it. I’m 150 quid worse off for the desk and the vacuum, I still have to do the bathroom and take Jozos fabrics back and I’m annoyed as hell.
Occasionally you’re going to have a weekend like this. I accept that. It’s just really very annoying when it happens.
Side note: Got a message back from Katie who’s busy for the next week so we’re having to postpone date no. 2. Can’t blame her for this, she’s got a pretty important job and I know the pressures of meeting your responsibilities very well. Finding this out was just another little disappointment with the weekend however.
So, that was my weekend. I hope yours was much better. I am going to try and suffer through the rest of the day, do the laziest bathroom clean in human history and drop off fabrics. Then I’m going to lock the door, open a bottle of wine and have the chill-out session I should have been having the last three frakking days!
Rrrrrrrrrawramblerambleramble!
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