My my my, Ermintrude ....
It's Pride in Brighton today. No, I've never been. Although I discovered my (George Michael-obsessed, 20 something) neighbour is the LGA rep for the NUS yesterday, when six million leaflets got delivered.
My freeholder 'repaired' the front door (that hasn't had any fastening at all for 9 months), yesterday - 'repaired' in the sense of disabling the intercom system, locking us all out of our flats, and giving out 3 keys, only one of which works ( .... mine! ....)
For the inexpensive sum of #9K.
Words couldn't express how much I loathed the bloke already, but everyone else in the flats thought I had some sort of unbalanced psychosis about him. Hah! No-o-o-w they get it......
Spent the afternoon chatting to Andrew - apparently the temperature in Paris has been in the 40s all week, and calmed down to 38 today. Boy, now do I feel like a whinger.
Although not half as much as when I pointed out that I was bored, and his was the first human voice I'd heard this week; his response: "I read your blog; it shows". This much is also true.... :D
Realised there's no mention of music at all on this blog. This is wrong. Will sort this out tomorrow.
This page graced by sarsparilla
at 4:29 PM BST
Updated: Sunday, 10 August 2003 12:02 AM BST
Post Comment | View Comments (1) | Permalink | Share This Post
Updated: Sunday, 10 August 2003 12:02 AM BST
Post Comment | View Comments (1) | Permalink | Share This Post