long time no see
take the silence as a good thing , the weather has been nice although its pissing down now – swine flu predicted everywhere, i am up at 2.40 am becuase i don’t want tomorrow to come – another heartless horrible soul destroying day at work
the twins are barely here - ds has a job – voluntary at his mates shop
dd paper round – both waiting for college
nepotism might help ds get apprenticeship – hope so.
bike ride today with sil – loved it. had lunch then rode to her house then i rode home.
i hate work
all ok on the dh front.
Away by Amy Bloom
when it started i was whisked away on the jouney of Lillian the Jewish woman who had already seen much trajedy as the book began. Lillian goes to America after a purge against the jews in her russian home town where her father and mother were killed. She Dropped her daughter aged just 3 out of the window and told her to hide under the chickens in the chicken coop. Her own death onlyinteruppted by fate, but the near miss left it’s scar.
Not able to find her daughter and on information given to her by an aunt that Sophie her dauhter was dead, she travells to America. She first becoms a seamstress in a jewish theatre company.
She becomes the faux mistress of the leading man at the theatre named Meyer. Meyers father owned the theatre and knew Meyer was gay. Lillian then becomes the true mistres to Meyers father until Freida – her cousin from Russia comes to visit. She tells Lillian that her daughter is indeed alivel, that the neighbours rescued her thnking that Lillian had been killed along with the rest of her family.
Lillian then Tries to get back to Russia. Her plan to go from New York to Canada to alaska up the Yukon and eventually to Siberia.
She meets Gumdrop the prostitute, she gets put in prison, she walks along the telegraph route in winter, she rescues three children, she falls in love.
It was a good book – read it!
work in londres tomoz.
on the train for 730 – its 2.30 now. i am so screwed. i have half a mind to make some shit up – will ponder.
things been going quite well
bought a mirror for £3 at a boot sale – v. nice – it’s now in my hall. this was as we werw trying to look for the mcfucks as they got the ump that we didn’t ring them last week when it was pissing down – dh mentioned that it was a fair assumption – but no they went anyway. so we went over around 10l30 and the mcfucks had fucked off already. i am in half a mind to ust fucking leave them to come to us and ask them if they have incoming calls only!
we went to cimena with ex to watch drag me to hell – it did eactly what it was supposed to in a classic horror way – it was still shit -even though i nearly wet myself. – good time had by all
went on a bike ride today had a spot of lunch bought some fruit – i did quite well i thought. i navigated roads and even took my hands of the handlebar to signal at one point. i only got off to go up the hill on the way there and i managed all the way home
not bad for a gilr who couldn’t ride a bike at 12 years old – quite proud of myself.
then went to see blood brothers with ez in town – it was bloody brilliant. – like bloody brilliant.
the stage is really small – we ere spoiled in oldham – we had a glorious theatre – even the pantomimes were lavish in comparison.
i love the naffness of panto – and we used to go quite often – but this town is pants – two theatres – TWO! and both so small its untrue.
so i thought that maybe its becuase its so small – ez and i went to see Fame – we walked out halfway through – we really couldn;t stand it anymore.
so its the size the atmosphere – but i thought i would try again – not expecting much – and i was blown awya. blwon a fucking way/
Kitchen paraphinalia
it was like a quest from never ending story only i wasn’t saving the world, it was rather more important than that old thing. I Found the perfect pasta jars. I have scoured blogs and online shops as well as high street ones.
a lot were just try hard. i wanted see through jars. i want to see what pasta i have left and what i have used. but i didn’t want a schmantsy locking mechanism, opaque glass, the word ‘pasta’ on anywhere. and today i hit the holy grail – and the holy grail had 20% off.
It doesn’t stop there. i wanted an atop the stove kettle. choice between tin thing from camping shop and fake enamel try hard.
in the same shop as the pasta jars, we found holy grail number too and it to had 20% off.
DH then had to tell the girl that she took 20p off and that actually the total should be a lot lower ( ne named the exact amount) i was much impressed at his assertiveness.
yay.
The cutting Room
Glasgow auctioneer find disturbing ’snuff’ photo and resolves to find out more
thats kinda where i am upto – rather than the inside sleeve appraisel.
its an easy read. although not yet vivid despite lots of descripton.
update
i can’t read anymore. its really really pants.
Half of a Yellow sun
was a brilliant read. I knew nothing about the Nigerian civil war and Biafra. Now i know something. Simple characters leading me through their love, riches, horror and grief.
The depths that man can go to.
y’know for people to keep saying they aren’t interested…
i got 53 hits on my blog – all searching the term ‘Moldy’
so the cooker repair men are here – background
cooker sounds like a drill.
was driving so had my phone on ‘discreet’
joe unemployed – will tell you later – the understanding is that he knew that cooker people would be round today and to tidy up accordingly.
he wiped the top of the cooker
the hood was and still is filthy – i managed to do the front and the knobs but then my sink overflowed and water went everywhere – knock at the door – i said can you just give me 10 mins and he said no
so i said “well you arent supposed to be here for 10 – please – i just need to clean up – i just got in frm work”
“well that the problim innit – your never ‘ere are ya?”
which is bollocks becuase i can be here anytime to get it fixed and i have been waiting best part of a fucking month to get this fixed after they obviously fucked it up the first time.
so i replied ” well to be fair, you never ring me back to make an appointment”
well i just tried ringing you twice “
“i was upstairs!”
” well it seems to me that you dont want it fixed then”!
which was sch a nonsensicle thing to say,i just shruged lifted up my hands like a jewess and was like WTF face exasperated in the extreme – luckily the electrician who was with him said – we will give you 10 mins.
so i am tring to mop up the flood on the floor in the kitchen whilst sweep up and make everything look like a half normal untidy kitchen may look.
now it sounds like they may have fixed it – but not before sucking noises and “is that actually the repair we did” noises coming from the kitchen – which of course make me super anxious and have visions of small claims court etc.
i gave up smoking 5 daysago – which means that my temper is like a mother fucker – i cant explain it but i see red all the time at the moment and i am so not chilled at all.
oh and when i came home my front door was wide open and the dog was standing on the doorstep waiting for me.
so ds was fied gross misconduct becuase he didn’t follow the TILL [POLICY shit – you not.
if i didn’t want to kill him i would swear that lad can’t catch a god damned break.
till policy.
so i phone acas and becuase he was been working there under a year he has no rights,
he can argue that it isn’t gross misconduct – and that its a hammer to crack an egg situation – but that would only entitle him to the week in hand money with the letter says he has forfeited.
the cooker men have gone
i look at my lovely kitchen and i want to weep – i can’t believe i had to come home from working – and without a brew or kiss my arse get down into scrubbing a cooker and the floor
litsen to this shiz – in case you might think its some kind of kharma.
i gets up at 5am – for no reason particularly.
i make dh a brew – unheard of – and tell him to stay on his puter upstairs as its best we don’t speak in the morning
then he gets ds up – its around 6am. and leaves.
ds has to get up becuase we have to make it harder here than at work.
then i make everyone toasted muffins – unheard of
then i accompany dd on her paper round ( in the car) so she can recite her English Oral exam ( worth 25%) which sh and i have been practicing over the last two days.
then i drive her to school – so she doesn’t have to rush and she is chilled and happy.
then i drive to work
and come home to this shit.
theres more…its about a kerfew for ez of 7pm
all the gcse drama
unclefuckshit and the funeral money
god am depressed.
and i am increasingly thinking of the ‘exhale’
the release
the relief
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
but i can’t. smoking made me really ill and i enjoy being able to walk about and not get puffed
walked to the train station and back (45 mins round trip) 2 times this week and tomorrow will make it three.
my over flow is still overflowing
my front garden is bothering me – it looks like shit – but there is stuff there becuase i planted it last year – its just not flowered yet and it looks shit. and i have want to just rip it out and stick some bedding plants in.
next summer i might just pay a gardener £50 to make the front of the house look pretty like my neighbours – y’know instead of bloody worrying about it .
The Little Lady Agency
Finished this book today. DH bought me three pulp books from the little book shop on saturday whilst creeping abou Fridays drunken debacle. Anyway, it was a smashing good read, i have adorned a posh accent and called everyone ‘Darling’ all day. Well nearly all day.
firstly we went to an easter Monday market, which was pants. From there we went into town and met DD and bought her a rather expensive summer coat. She will at least look somewhat respectable for meeting the BF of hers tomorrow.
Rather dissapointed that it’s 10pm and dh and i can’t watch things together on the big screen. However i have rather indulged myself in the book, i can take solace in the fact that he spent the afternoon/evening watching ‘catch-up’ downloads with DD and i have a lovely new ringfrom this afternoons shopping trip. The weather was lovely and i spent some of it in the garden reading.
I sent dd to the shop for some olive oil as i was making a tomato and garlic sauce to add to the pasta i was making. She returned with Veg oil. When i asked her to return it she shouted ‘fine’ i may have slipped a little smile as i was turning round ( which was cruel) and she threw the oil, stamped her foot and said “NO! NO! i hate doing stuff like that”
“That’s ok” i said softly as i walked over and picked up the oil and without another word returned into the kitchen to carry on cooking the mid afternoon snack for both of us.
she dissapeared upstairs for 5 mins, then returned and stood behind me and sais ” mummy…i am ver sorry for throwing a tantrum like a baby girl”
so that was nice of her.
the rest of the day was peppered with farting incidens her and her father think are particularly funny and a water fight involving the garden hose and water being chucked out of her bedroom window.
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