Highly Strung

My bedroom was freeeeezing last night. I spent a good portion of the early hours curled up like a pretzel so my feet wouldn’t reach the super cold extremities of the bed. Feeling a bit stiff today.

Just went to the kitchen and saw a slanted rainbow cup full of tea, which had these words on it;

“I’m so gay I can’t even drink straight”

Very strange to go out with a friend, then to supposedly go to meet two others later only to find it’s a 40th birthday party with loads of different people, some I knew and some I didn’t.

Good time and the bonus is that on leaving a couple of friends were crowded round a box on the pavement looking at a brand new boxed monitor, wondering whether they needed one at home. They decided they didn’t and wondered whether I wanted it? Um yeah, I could do with that … So here I am waiting for my bus, looking forward to a sandwich, but lugging a monitor home. I only hope the bloody thing works!

Wow gas is spensive isn’t it? I just received my bill for the gas I used while I was job hunting. I was running the central heating pretty much 8 hours a day for about 6 or 7 weeks. Just for everyone elses info, it costs £180, ouch.

Electricity has also come in and is a kerazy £80 for the period 21Nov to 18 Jan. I really can’t think why it would be that much, my oven is gas. The only thing I can think of is that the boiler requires electricity to work. Whatever the case, I’m thinking I might start switching things off at the plug from now on.

I’ve been watching series 1 and 2 of Mad Men all weekend and now I’m quite a lot in love with Don Draper, despite the fact that he is a complete cad.

This coming Friday is the first payday I will have had since the end of September last year. How I, usually skint by two weeks after payday, have managed to last this long is anyones guess. Miraculously my credit card is only at £200, I do have an overdraft straining at the seams, but all in all it could be worse.

I intend to celebrate my salary not by paying off the overdraft but by something equally as exciting. A decent vacuum cleaner. The one that came with the flat is next to useless, and my interim solution, a crappy dustbuster isn’t much better. There’s probably a load of other household stuff I need to get, but I think they’ll be on hold while I feel free to actually leave the house again. Used to be Id spend at least a tenner every time I left the house, these days though I’m lucky to get by on twenty.

Plus one of my best mates has been abroad for the last month… gahhhh come home!

My living room, looking out from the sofa into my wacky kitchen – its like cooking on a stage, especially as the lights are spotlights (Ikea’s finest obviously).

This is the closest I have to outdoor space at my flat.  I can see myself eating breakfast in that spot in the summer.

I am dis-inclined to leave the office at lunchtime today, given that overnight the west end has become an elaborate ice rink. It’s less slippery in crouch end, but only because new snowfall has restored the crunch instead of the slide.

Having said that I should have at least a short walk, but I reckon the only thing that will get me out of here is the promise of a Pret choc chip muffin. So just out to the corner Pret and back then.

It’s not so much laziness, more fear. The amount of times I’ve nearly stacked it on ice lately is frightening, odds are I’m actually going down one day soon.