Tuesday, June 08, 2004
So I survived the weekend with Jo with a minimal hangover and money still (gasp) in my pocket. How I did it will forever remain a mystery even to me.
We did, however, have a fabulous time. We always do. Can you beat shopping for shoes and then sitting in a bar drinking chilled wine (a big deal.. I live in England.. they don't even put ice in their drinks!) and catching up on two months of each others lives? Its a woman's dream come true. Throw in a man dipped in chocolate and a platinum card with no limit and... words can't even describe. I definitely can't without getting a bit too, um, GRAPHIC for my younger readers.
Of course we discussed the wedding to death. I don't know what I would do without Jo to listen to me whitter on about hair accessories and veils. She even understands my unreasonable obsession with beauty products (latest crime: £25 for Anti-cellulite cream. It's made of chocolate, smells of grapefruit and is reported to get rid of unsightly thigh dimples - how could I NOT buy it?). So with these credentials and an amazing ability to control my family, how would I survive the wedding without her? Three cheers for Jo - give her a big kiss when you meet her (especially if you're a good looking, affluent young man)!
Now that she's left me (~sniff~) my thoughts turn to other pressing matters. Its the 11th hour and nothing short of natural disaster (does 80 F in England count as natural disaster? ) or an estate agent with a cruel streak will keep Giles and I from our destiny of moving to Heaton Mersey. Translation: we're moving tomorrow! Thank God, because I am sure my colleagues have been plotting against me for the last two days (I'm difficult when stressed). Something about turning around and knives....
This will be my last weblog for a while because our phone line won't be activated for five days and it will be another 5 to 7 days after that before the broadband comes back online. I'll be cut off from cyberspace! Whatever shall a young woman do? Never you worry! I have internet access at work and I'll do my darnedest to try and get one or two blogs published... I couldn't neglect my faithful readers!
And as I sit amongst the boxes I think Giles *might* be in here with me somewhere, but I can't see him (house is a tip? - yup). I've misplaced him a three or four times over the last few days and he only reappears when he hears the ice cream van music. What he's probably up to is sniffing around for birthday presents. It's his birthday tomorrow and you could say he is a *tad* excited. Thirty-four? Whatever, try four - four year old on Christmas even.
In celebration of the big day I might even flag down the ice cream man and buy him a cornetto!
We did, however, have a fabulous time. We always do. Can you beat shopping for shoes and then sitting in a bar drinking chilled wine (a big deal.. I live in England.. they don't even put ice in their drinks!) and catching up on two months of each others lives? Its a woman's dream come true. Throw in a man dipped in chocolate and a platinum card with no limit and... words can't even describe. I definitely can't without getting a bit too, um, GRAPHIC for my younger readers.
Of course we discussed the wedding to death. I don't know what I would do without Jo to listen to me whitter on about hair accessories and veils. She even understands my unreasonable obsession with beauty products (latest crime: £25 for Anti-cellulite cream. It's made of chocolate, smells of grapefruit and is reported to get rid of unsightly thigh dimples - how could I NOT buy it?). So with these credentials and an amazing ability to control my family, how would I survive the wedding without her? Three cheers for Jo - give her a big kiss when you meet her (especially if you're a good looking, affluent young man)!
Now that she's left me (~sniff~) my thoughts turn to other pressing matters. Its the 11th hour and nothing short of natural disaster (does 80 F in England count as natural disaster? ) or an estate agent with a cruel streak will keep Giles and I from our destiny of moving to Heaton Mersey. Translation: we're moving tomorrow! Thank God, because I am sure my colleagues have been plotting against me for the last two days (I'm difficult when stressed). Something about turning around and knives....
This will be my last weblog for a while because our phone line won't be activated for five days and it will be another 5 to 7 days after that before the broadband comes back online. I'll be cut off from cyberspace! Whatever shall a young woman do? Never you worry! I have internet access at work and I'll do my darnedest to try and get one or two blogs published... I couldn't neglect my faithful readers!
And as I sit amongst the boxes I think Giles *might* be in here with me somewhere, but I can't see him (house is a tip? - yup). I've misplaced him a three or four times over the last few days and he only reappears when he hears the ice cream van music. What he's probably up to is sniffing around for birthday presents. It's his birthday tomorrow and you could say he is a *tad* excited. Thirty-four? Whatever, try four - four year old on Christmas even.
In celebration of the big day I might even flag down the ice cream man and buy him a cornetto!
