Highly Strung

The secret’s out apparently. Not that we had been making that much of an effort to keep it a secret, we just hadn’t broadcasted it. So now it would appear that everyone in my department at work knows that I am seeing someone else in my department. It’s not a huge issue, but it was nice when it was just between the two of us. Still, at least we can now leave the pub at the same time safe in the knowledge that probably everyone has already discussed it and no longer need to speculate on the ‘are they, aren’t they?’ issue, so that makes things easier.

I’m spotty, I’m scruffy and I couldn’t drag a comb through my hair this morning. A general sense of crappyness prevails. Is this a pre Christmas Low? And if so will a few days off over Christmas go some way toward alleviating it? Perhaps a few of those endorphin thingies may raise my serotonin levels during a lunchtime gym visit? Only time will tell.

Whilst indulging one of my main passions last night – food cooked by someone else and drinks served by someone else – the boyf and I stumbled upon a pub quiz, which was nice. We scored a fairly pathetic 14/30. I was a little let down by the fact that the boyf could not identify all of the character names of the bevy of Bond beauties in the picture round…shame on him, he owns around 2 tonnes of the damn movies. To be fair to him he did manage 4 or so out of 10 of them., so mustn’t grumble too much.

So anyway, I’m no expert on pub quiz etiquette, but I do know that cheating is somewhat frowned upon. I was therefore surprised to see the couple hogging a sofa and two armchairs (which they had reserved), consulting a number of books as each question was asked. I was a bit perturbed when the encyclopaedia came out, slightly more annoyed when the Atlas was produced (although good knows how you could identify the motorway which crosses the Pennines using a world atlas), downright indignant when another slim volume appeared and verging on angry when a fourth book entered the proceedings. Thankfully at this point a member of the barstaff ‘had a word’. I couldn’t help but notice, that they then started texting overly frequently. However it was gratifying to note that even with the help of such extensive resources they still only managed to score 18/30 – and I think you’ll find that’s only 4 more then we did….

On Saturday I arrived back from NZ at the unholy hour of 5.30 am, after breakfast out etc I came home and ran into my neighbour on the way in. Firstly she asked me why I had not knocked on her door to say I was back….hmm I was not aware I needed to check in…so I said, well it was 7am when I got back. She then blustered on about how I should knock any time. I then asked her when she is away to Africa (to be polite), and she told me and then asked for my mobile number and landline number so that she could call me if she needed to. Now I realise this is a little odd but in my weakened state instead of questioning it I acquiesced. A move I am now regretting.

Yesterday when I walked in my door, I picked up the mail and noted that a card had been left for her stating that a parcel had been left under the recycling bin. Being the neighbourly type of person that I am, I went outside and fetched it in for her.

Fast forward to 10pm, I’m lying in bed, mostly asleep when the phone rings. Thinking it might be someone I actually wanted to talk to I leapt up and answered it. The following is the ensuing conversation:

Me: Hello?

Crazy Laydee from Upstairs: Hello, it is Andrea from upstairs

Me: (unenthusiastically): Yes?

Crazy Laydee from Upstairs: Did you take delivery of a parcel for me today?

Me: No, I just read the card and fetched in from outside for you.

Crazy Laydee from Upstairs: oh thank you.

Me: Ok bye.

Why is she calling me with this inane style chat?? Is she lonely? And if so, how is that my problem? Time to get caller ID enabled I think.

I just cannot bring myself to form a relationship with someone who wakes me up by shifting furniture every morning (or at least it sounds like that) at anytime ranging from 4am-6am. This mroning was particularly fun when she started slamming her door repeatedly at 6am…what the hell is she doing? Thankfully she is away over Christmas, so I may get some sleep ins, or at least I will when I find the alarm clock which goes off at 6.30 every morning in my room. I think it’s in a box.