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.

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.

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 .

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.

salmon fishing in the yemen is proving predictable. an easy read , it isn’t funny in the slightest. i have no connection with the make proagonist who is a wet limp character. i dont feel sorry for his life or his cirumstances, nor do i find them funny becuase they are a  parody of childlessness. he is weak and insipid.

i have no desire to keep reading this book, not becuase its overly wordy, au contraire, its piss easy to read, just bloody boring.

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i capture the castle.

loved it, but the ending was shit – and the author was doing what cassandra herself ha mentioned int he book – tryig to leave the book at a point where you think about the charaters afterwards. she failed on that account.

i need a new book