I was asking my parents last night what car a friend of ours - Uncle Senerath - had crashed on the day I was born. It was a purple Triumph Spitfire apparently. See the things I cause! We were talking about him, cos he's on holiday at the moment and can't come to the party on Saturday - Agghhh that's tomorrow. It's a good job I'm not organising this do! Oh and I'm going through a destructive phase at the moment - I had a time when I used to destroy peoples bathrooms in some way - I was leaning on a sink in Sri Lanka and it came off the wall (well, they're not really plastered in all that well you know!) and I got the hot water tap on my uncle's bath tub stuck on 'on', and a couple of mornings ago I lifted my hand probably to flick my hair or something and I broke the long light above the mirror. I mean it's dangling by some wires from the wall blocking my view of the mirror. Oh and last night, besides kicking bottles around the floor a lot, I managed to break the extractor fan - we usually have to put a cork in between the slats to keep it open, but I broke one of the slats. Do not let me near your finest bone china. Well, I am a Taurus, so I guess it figures if you believe in that stuff!
Andrew e-mailed today, couldn't believe I was a bit of a rock chick, so I had to explain that I was still wearing pink and listening to 80s music aswell! He said he's going to be at the party in spirit.
I still don't know what I'm going to wear to this party tomorrow. Argghh dilemmas dilemmas!! I was going to wear my long pink dress, but now there's more youngsters coming I guess I'd better still look like a youngster and find something short to wear. We will always be kids you know. When my mum is counting the numbers for the party, all 50 odd of us, we're counted as children, I suppose we will always be children in the eyes of our parents. Even Honey, Honey is not her real name, it's a nick name which we all called her by when she was younger, but it's kind of stuck and I can't get out of the habbit of calling her Honey. We're going to be meeting this man she's marrying at the party, which should be good, so I shouldn't get oppinionated about arranged mariages until I meet him. Aunty Mary, Uncle Abbey are coming over tonight - they like to get to ours ealy a) because they live so far away (near Newcastle) and b) to catch up on the gossip before the others arrive. Ian is supposed to be getting a coach to Dunchurch and finding his way to our house aswell, so the partying begins early. My room is still in a mess, cos I had another clothing dilemma this morning. It wasn't quite as bad as yesterday, but there is still a pile of bright pink and blue linen shirts which I decided were too crumpled to wear.
It's been 2 weeks since I've seen Dave - seems like ages. I know I really should start looking for jobs down South, but I've just started this one and should really give it a go before I start looking for something else! Looking forward to seeing him. Wonder if he's going to be wearing one of his shirts or T-shirts that he's in the process of tie-dying. He's getting cable fitted hopefully this weekend, so I'll have even more TV cannels to watch with him now!
Better get back to work. Haven't done that much today, cos my reviewers are being pains in the lower region of the back (God, I haven't said that for ages - I used to say it a lot when I was about 15, when I didn't want to say arse). Only another 2 hours to go until party time (well, I'll make a start in the car on the way home!)
