Saturday 14 November 2009

Dear Diary

My TV has gone very quiet. No, I haven't accidently pressed the mute button. In fact I'm nowhere near the remote. The sound has just gone. The adverts are on and usually the inane toothpaste adverts is loud and clear. Don't drink lethal fruit juice unless you want your enamal to flake off. We are all at risk of disappearing tooth enamal due to this new-fangled 'healthy-lifestyle' which includes fruit juice. The government should be ashamed for encouraging the five-a-day. Tut tut.

Am I rambling? Yes, I think so. It's lack of adult conversation that does it.

Tuesday 10 November 2009

Gloomy Tuesday

I had to work in a remote building in the middle of a park today. The scenery was really beautiful, great swathes of grassland surrounded by natural woods. There's a restored manor house and a pond with a tiny village tucked away at the back. White cows (with a token black one for luck) grazing on the slopes. It should've been relaxing but it was raining. What a difference sunshine makes.

I read a couple of blogs today. I wish I had a sign that I exist in the virtual blog world.

See you next Tuesday?

Guess what? No payment from Bob. My texts to him are becoming more and more terse. He hasn't replied with the latest excuse yet but give him time.

Saturday 7 November 2009

Fireworks

Took son to see local firework display this evening. Not quite as good as last year but still (stupidly) managed to bring tears to my eyes - or maybe that was the smoke or rain.

Baked a fruit cake in the new oven. Forgot to buy baking powder so, despite cake tasting great, the texture is slightly chewy. How did that happen? Usually (if I remember correctly from 18 months ago) it crumbles instead of slicing neatly. Will try again. The quarter of a bottle of whisky helps the flavour. I soak the fruit in it first and then lick the bowl out, hic!

Bob sent a text saying he will pay me in installments starting next Tuesday. I wonder what the excuse will be next Tuesday. I'll post on here just for the fun of it. Mr Right has fallen off the edge of the world. Just as well because I can sense that he is very bad news and GF has disappeared like tonight's fireworks. I really must dust this shelf that I'm on.

Monday 2 November 2009

Bob a job

Bob sent a text this morning saying that he was 'sorting money out'. No sign of any........... :-(
I wonder what colour the sky is in his world.

Good things

I am aware that most things I waffle on about are negative so here are a few good things.

I am blessed by having my son.
I am friends with his dad.
The sun shone today.
I've stopped smoking.
I've got a kitchen.

Sunday 1 November 2009

All Saints Day

GF has bitten the dust. He didn't bother getting in touch to check our Monday date (last week). I sent a message saying that I was disappointed that he obviously thought I would go away if he ignored me long enough. He replied that he had been 'busy and had a cold'. Swine flu, no doubt. Oddly, he hasn't been in touch since. Ha ha.

Mr Right has fallen off the radar again. He is such bad news. A real player or conman. Intriguing but not worth any effort. Next time he pops up (and he is bound to) I'll ignore him and maybe he'll go away.

Bob is meant to pay me back 'before Monday'. Hmmm, it's Monday tomorrow and there is no miraculous payment as yet.

Payment is also due from cowboy Pete. 1st of the month for the next 9 months. That's not appeared either. Maybe Bob and cP have set up a business together. Conmen r Us.