I also got round to throwing throws over my sofa, so it's blue too now. I've just thrown the last gulp of water from my cup down me. How did I miss my mouth? I've got a wet patch on the front of my shirt now. I'll be back in a mo. I'm just going to dry off under a hand dryer. Back again. No one can take me anywhere, not even myself. At least it wasn't the hot cup of tea Richard just made me. Anyway, where was I? Oh and buying cushions. I never thought I'd ever see the day I bought something yellow. Tell a lie, I once bought a bright yellow skirt, and I think I've worn it once. Don't worry, it was a subtler lellow, and only one out of the 3 cushions were lellow, mainly because they only had one cushion cover in lellow left.
Prepare for rain. I washed my car. It's the first time I've washed it for nearly a year I think. My mum washed it for me some time ago, and because it was a lovely day on Sunday I thought I'd give this car washing lark a go (and wound up with a great tan, which I really don't need!). I used to get David to wash my car, so I never had to do it, and now Dave doesn't wash his car very often either, so I haven't got anyone other than my parents to nag me (and they only nag me because my car is supposed to blend in with the house, both being white, but when my car's dirty, it tends to stand out a bit more). I really should check my oil at some stage aswell, but I have the excuse that I can't reach the dip stick, well I could if I wasn't wearing something that would get extremely dirty when I lean over the car and nealy fall into that area under the bonnet - I'm a girly girl I don't know what these things are called. It's where the enginey thing is and where you fill up the water - I managed to do that all by my ickle self aswell, well it has been empty for a few weeks now and the windscreen's a tad mucky.
Had a barbeque last night. It was larvely. Then, when I went to do the washing up, there was this massive spider in the kitchen, on a par with the one at Justin and Sarah's. I had to ask my mum to move it for me, cos I really can't move big spiders - Mum doesn't like to have them in the kitchen, so if she wanted to get rid of it, she'd have to do it. In the process of my mum trying to pick it up, it ran away, I found it later hiding behind the chopping board, suddenly it was this cute ickle spider again and I forgot all about its size as it crammed itself into this tiny space. Needless to say, I didn't dry the chopping board, but I did try to work out the logistics of getting the spider onto the board and putting it out of the back door, but they were too difficult. It wasn't there this morning though.
Dave called me for the first time in yonks on Saturday, mainly because he could now that he's got his mobile fixed again. He's got through his motorcycle test for ickle bikes (I don't mean one's with stabilisers, just not as powerful). Sounds like he had fun trying to compete with a load of footie fans for the carpark at Wembley. You know I told my mum that Dave was going to be riding a motorbike just so he could get through the London (well, he's kind of in London) traffic quicker and she bought it. Well, my dad did the 'dangers of motorbikes' schpeal during the barbie yesterday, and I did my 'I know' schpeal. Ah well.
I've lost half a stone in weight since Christmas, but I'm still struggling to look good in the dresses I was wearing last Summer. Last summer I was really making an effort cos I'd just started officially going out with Dave, and now I'm slacking. Somone tell me to stop eating chocolate and crisps and fatty food and to exercise and sturf. I know I should, but I just can't get myself into a routine. I mean I haven't eaten a thing all day so far, but I went to all the trouble of making a sandwich this morning to prevent me from eating crisps. I just need to discipline myself better so I do get round to eating at lunch time, and don't cram all my food in in the evening. Enough of my eating disorders.
I left my car this morning with Always Look on the Bright Side of Life in my head, cos they played it on the mystery years on the radio just before I went to get my parking ticket. I'm always optomistic on a Monday morning, but as the day drags on, my cynicism comes to feast on my brain, so I will go before I splurge all the cynical thougts in my head.
