Diary of a Suburban Squeen

Hello, my chickadees! I know there has mostly been a resounding silence from my corner of the internet recently, and you will all, I do not doubt, have wept tiny tears of woe because of it. I do not blame you. Anyway, the reason for my absence is tragic. Tragic, I tell you. OUR INTERNET IS DEAD. Weep, my darlings. Weep for us.

Actually, it’s not dead, per se, it got cut off because we hadn’t paid the broadband bill WHICH IS A LIE (only not so much, it is technically true, but we didn’t realise). So, after nine months of non-payment, BT finally cut us off without so much as a by-your-leave, or, more to the point, a letter saying, excuse me, please pay your bill. Anyhow, it’s getting sorted, but we shan’t have internet until Wednesday. I had a long and difficult weekend, without even Katie’s company, as she was off on a family jaunt.

Things I did over the weekend without recourse to the internet

Wine and cheese chez Helen (with Katherines; without Pim)
Laundry
More laundry
Made a tiny curry
Defrosted some soup and didn’t eat it
Walked into East Sheen; moaned at the number of children roaming the streets like feral animals; came home again
Watched Chances Are (hilarious film from my youth with Cybill Shepherd and Robert Downey Jr), Iron Man, the night club episode of Bones, the computer-controlled car episode of NCIS (the one with the loltastic sexual harassment seminar), Glee (OMGAWESOME) and Tin Man (which I love so much, even on a second viewing)
Failed to tidy my room
Read a book by Kate Ross about a detective cove called Julian Kestrel, which I quite enjoyed
Cricked my neck so I am in CONSTANT PAIN
Went to meet my mother at King’s Cross; brought her home; went out to dinner with her
Discussed with the mater various topics, not confined to: the state of Rotherham Hospital; women’s suffrage; Arcadia; the concept of life after death; Grandma; Grandma’s gardeners; the benefits of socialised healthcare; the benefits of progressive tax; a PG Wodehouse exhibition to be held somewhere in London; Grandad’s financial adviser (who knew he even had one?); the Tesco in Clowne

Other than that, I’ve been saving loads of things to LJ about which now, unremarkably, I cannot remember. Consider sadly all the little jewels of wisdom you have lost. Instead I have given you an uneventful list and a Harry Po fanfic. I am still confused about why I wrote it. Anyway, that mun do for now. I shall away.

*flits off, gazing pensively into the middle distance*



* A little joke about Tin Man which I made last time I watched it. It still amuses me.

Fucking computers! Fucking internet! Why will nothing work? I hate the world.



I am going to go and make some spinach risotto. Spinach risotto likes me. Spinach risotto is my friend...

Forgot a couple of things:

♥ Annoyingly, I forgot to close Outlook on my laptop this morning, which means that all my Yahoo emails will be downloaded during the day and I won't get them till I go home. Boo. However, this does have the benefit of letting me see when Marjorie has stopped working, which will probly be any minute now. I am downloading season 4 of NCIS (haven't seen the first half), and it's taking bloody forever.

♥ I was reading an old ONTD post that Katie linked to a while ago about Dan Radcliffe rumoured to be the new doctor, and a bit about the Barrowman, and I wondered, Katie, if we could have a separate rule (or, indeed, manoeuvre) for The Game to include People John Barrowman Has Kissed, as it seems to be most of the western world...

♥ Xanthe came up with a rather genius adjunct to the game whilst on holiday, which I feel we should explore at some stage, as it could be the source of much entertainment (ourselves if no-one else).

♥ Rah - had another thing that's... Ooh, yes, we came up with a plan for Helen's birthday present and it's JEEEEENIUS. We are So Cool.

♥ I have been a-shopping and purchased the following: one pair of jeans with red insides (cool) and red twiddly bits on the pockets (damned annoying); one green t-shirt (yep, like I'm going to have a shortage of those any time soon); one black and white striped belt; No 7 foundation; lip gloss. The jeans are very nice, albeit very long (inevitably).

♥ This led me to some contemplation of my figure, which I rarely do, because tbh I can't bring myself to care that much. Obviously I'd like to be slimmer, but I don't want it enough to, say, actually do anything about it. But I still get rather shamed, sometimes, which is quite stupid really, because who the fuck cares? But yes, I was inspecting the new jeans/t-shirt combo in the mirror, and feeling rather pleased that overall the outfit tended to work well with my one, if not positive, then least negative part, viz proportionally speaking not being over-endowed on the hip front. And then I felt like I didn't have the right particularly to find this pleasing, given that I am vastly overweight everywhere else. Ee, it's a tricky business this. Brains in jars. We'd all be much happier, is all I'm saying here...

♥ Need to make dinner. Pah. Means wrestling with the microwave to defrost mince. I hate defrosting stuff in the microwave. I FEAR the microwave. *looks around cautiously* Pretend //

// That is as far into this post as the autodraft thing saved. My entire post, including the part where I congratulated Marjorie on having downloaded, to date, 96% of season 3 of NCIS, was eaten. Pah.//