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Wednesday, 25 February 2004

Whingeing Pom Alert

Mood:  smelly
Topic: Hurtling to Obscurity
My 302nd blog entry since I started in July 2003.

I'm feeling very sorry for myself - very poverty stricken, very cold, very hard done by. My savings are going to paying the rent on the new place, while I'm also paying the mortgage on the old. Suddenly, Tybalt thinks this is not a shared expense (unlike when it seemed likely to be her expense, I might point out. )
Said savings run out at the end of March. Complicated, now, by the fact my car is broken and I can't afford to get it fixed, which means I have to walk for forty minutes along a traffic clogged road to work. It's not so bad in the mornings, although the empty stomach doesn't help, but the evenings when I can't cadge a lift from peachykeenyboy are freezing, particularly since I left my ski jacket in Belfast airport for someone to nick, and I can't afford a new winter coat, and I don't have a hat or gloves. (JatB gave me a coat, but the arms are too short, so I'd be a frozen stick wristed scarecrow.) Whinge. Whine.
It means I have to get up at the same time as I did when I lived the other side of the Thames, twelve miles away. Moan. I'm getting deep and meaningful looks at work for wearing trainers, but the size of the blisters and cuts on my feet mean I have a fairly putrid looking get out clause. Whimper.
It makes stomping out to the Internet Palace to blog a little arduous, involving stepping out from a barely heated flat into a freezing bone cracking gale of sleet as it does. More Whine. Whingeosity.
On the upside, it'll help me to walk off all those choccy biccies I've stolen off peachykeenyboy instead of paying for lunch, lately. (The man can afford it, stop giving me that reproachful look, you.)
I managed to buy a hat and gloves for #3.50 from the hypermarket tonight (although my abnormally small head means the hat looks fucking awful). And best of all, this morning, the point along the final hill when I got to tired to walk with energy and fall into a defeated trudge was a good quarter mile further along than yesterday.

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Updated: Wednesday, 25 February 2004 8:36 PM GMT
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Wednesday, 25 February 2004 - 9:18 PM GMT

Name: Legomen
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I'd come and give you a lift to work if you didn't live so far away!

Wednesday, 25 February 2004 - 10:04 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Lol - can't you move?!

Thursday, 26 February 2004 - 8:19 AM GMT

Name: Lux

Do you think your old flat will sell soon? That would help things, right?

[gets all motherly] And make sure to wear your hat, dearie. You lose 50% of your body heat from your head. [/motherly]

Thursday, 26 February 2004 - 3:24 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Hmmm. I need Tybalt's co-operation for that, and she's going very very slowly. Not that I'm cussing her - the fact that it's costing me hundreds of pounds and her nothing comes into it not one jot, I'm sure.

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