Saturday, December 30, 2006
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
happy
I’m unbearably happy. Today and yesterday(!) I woke up in Manhattan! This morning, just like yesterday, TH made breakfast and everyone gathered around the breakfast table in high spirits. There are 3 laptops on the go, 4 yesterday.
Who cares if the journey here was gruelling. At last I had found a benefit to living so close to Heathrow. On waking not only did I know that scheduled flights were air-bourne but I only had to get up at 6.30 for a 10am flight. Dearest bro dropped me in off in good time to check in. Or so I thought. I checked in my baggage just as they were calling for check in to close. I had queued close to 1½ hours without having eaten or drunk a thing. Upon checking in, I dashed towards the departure gate and greedily ate a bacon and egg baguette, and supped on a latte and some water before queuing again to exchange my currency. Security check in saw another huge queue. I seemed to be behind scores of people who had never travelled before. I made it through to the other side just in time to see that my flight was closing and had another mad dash to Gate 28. Pah.
The flight went just as you’d expect really although I was amazed at the attitude of the AA stewards, and not necessarily in a bad way. I watched some TV, tried to sleep and had polite conversation with the man next to me, who was on the way to see his Methodist Minister wife of 10 years. Now, that is truly a long distance conversation. On landing I sailed through customs and after some excitable conversation the lovely lady who ran the taxi queue pushed me to the front of the queue, so I was in the Shark & TH’s within 1 ½ hours of landing. I also managed to find a sane taxi driver.
On arriving I was greeted with a glass of cold champagne, which I supped while emptying the contents of my bag. Cheesy Wotsits, Hula Hoops, mince pies, Nurofen, Feminax and shark/purple related pressies. The remainder of the day was spent boozing and turkey eating, well, it was Boxing Day. The routine only being broken with a short trip to top up with yet more vodka and gin. I met the lady opposite and under instructions, I acted myself. Spookily, she has not knocked here since. I eventually admitted defeat and went to bed just after 9 where I had a spectacular 9 hour sleep.
Yesterday I woke up at 7.15am full of beans yesterday, just the right frame of mind for a trip to Coney Island. After a brisk walk in the sea air, where Shark reminised about the time she found a gun there, we had a huge slap up lunch at Nathan’s, famous for their hot dogs. Yum. The N train brought us straight to Union Square and a trip to the cinema to watch A Night in the Museum. Brilliant, you must go to see it. We strolled down to Livebait and immediately discovered we were wearing our drinking hats and only want of food and the matter of a minor drove us to leave. Fuelled by alcohol we played tag all the way home, home being particularly apt for the Shark who could not be it as she was home. Fair? We let her get away with it though as she is providing bed and full lodgings. On arriving home no one fancied turkey anymore EVER AGAIN so we ordered take out very late which seemed to give everyone, apart from me, horrid nightmares and, perhaps, some spooky premonitions. Watch this space.
Who cares if the journey here was gruelling. At last I had found a benefit to living so close to Heathrow. On waking not only did I know that scheduled flights were air-bourne but I only had to get up at 6.30 for a 10am flight. Dearest bro dropped me in off in good time to check in. Or so I thought. I checked in my baggage just as they were calling for check in to close. I had queued close to 1½ hours without having eaten or drunk a thing. Upon checking in, I dashed towards the departure gate and greedily ate a bacon and egg baguette, and supped on a latte and some water before queuing again to exchange my currency. Security check in saw another huge queue. I seemed to be behind scores of people who had never travelled before. I made it through to the other side just in time to see that my flight was closing and had another mad dash to Gate 28. Pah.
The flight went just as you’d expect really although I was amazed at the attitude of the AA stewards, and not necessarily in a bad way. I watched some TV, tried to sleep and had polite conversation with the man next to me, who was on the way to see his Methodist Minister wife of 10 years. Now, that is truly a long distance conversation. On landing I sailed through customs and after some excitable conversation the lovely lady who ran the taxi queue pushed me to the front of the queue, so I was in the Shark & TH’s within 1 ½ hours of landing. I also managed to find a sane taxi driver.
On arriving I was greeted with a glass of cold champagne, which I supped while emptying the contents of my bag. Cheesy Wotsits, Hula Hoops, mince pies, Nurofen, Feminax and shark/purple related pressies. The remainder of the day was spent boozing and turkey eating, well, it was Boxing Day. The routine only being broken with a short trip to top up with yet more vodka and gin. I met the lady opposite and under instructions, I acted myself. Spookily, she has not knocked here since. I eventually admitted defeat and went to bed just after 9 where I had a spectacular 9 hour sleep.
Yesterday I woke up at 7.15am full of beans yesterday, just the right frame of mind for a trip to Coney Island. After a brisk walk in the sea air, where Shark reminised about the time she found a gun there, we had a huge slap up lunch at Nathan’s, famous for their hot dogs. Yum. The N train brought us straight to Union Square and a trip to the cinema to watch A Night in the Museum. Brilliant, you must go to see it. We strolled down to Livebait and immediately discovered we were wearing our drinking hats and only want of food and the matter of a minor drove us to leave. Fuelled by alcohol we played tag all the way home, home being particularly apt for the Shark who could not be it as she was home. Fair? We let her get away with it though as she is providing bed and full lodgings. On arriving home no one fancied turkey anymore EVER AGAIN so we ordered take out very late which seemed to give everyone, apart from me, horrid nightmares and, perhaps, some spooky premonitions. Watch this space.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
for future presentation : codenamelizzy mk 2
Bah.
So, I’ve been staying with my bro for 2 ½ months now and we’ve adapted to living with each other very well. I haven’t bored you all with what’s happening on the house-buying front as it is very boring and very stressful. Who wants to hear about that? Oh, OK then, here’s an example. On Monday my Estate Agent called to say that if the existing problems were ironed out that I would be completing on 15th December. Goodness I was excited but luckily I decided not to hold my breath. Good job, as yesterday he called to warn me that there were new potential problems (not on my side – TG) and that they could easily delay everything by 2-3 months. Ever since I made my offer I have been driving hard to complete before Christmas. But that was when I needed a whole week to unpack. It’s obviously not quite so urgent now. I’ve lost the will now that all I have to unpack is my bed (beautiful), a portable TV, a small stereo, 2 lamps and a stool. These were the things that I brought here to make myself feel at home.
I have to remind myself to look on the bright side. It’s only my (faltering) positive attitude, my family and my friends that will get me through this. And there are some bright sides of course. Only yesterday my old friend Nicole rang to say that she has a spare sofa for me. Not just any old sofa, but a most comfortable sofa, one that I always loved sitting/lying on!!!!!! Plus my brother gave me some fairy lights for my garden. Ahhhhh. And most importantly……codenamelizzy mk 2 was able to really kick off. Once I had properly registered something that my solicitor said “please keep the receipts for any replacement clothing that you purchase”. As soon as I left his office I figured out that I could not go on living forever with only 1 pair of jeans, 1 pair of trousers, 3 pairs of shorts and a few tee-shirts. It was fine for a few weeks but not for good. Not during the dead of winter and during party season. I did have some help though. My solicitor sent me on a detective mission yesterday and Vixen, being a student, was able to help on a weekday. Whilst trying to keep our spirits up I distracted her with tales of getting dresses for £8 at Primark and I literally dragged her in there when our detective duties were done. She duly dragged me into a shoe shop where I got into the spirit and bought myself a pair of shoes. Not trainers or boots, shoes! And then I bought a skirt and a pair of shorts and 2 pairs of footless tights. The mania carried on today and I bought some tee-shirts and a cardigan. codenamelizzy mk2, while not quite there, will at least be well dressed.
So, I’ve been staying with my bro for 2 ½ months now and we’ve adapted to living with each other very well. I haven’t bored you all with what’s happening on the house-buying front as it is very boring and very stressful. Who wants to hear about that? Oh, OK then, here’s an example. On Monday my Estate Agent called to say that if the existing problems were ironed out that I would be completing on 15th December. Goodness I was excited but luckily I decided not to hold my breath. Good job, as yesterday he called to warn me that there were new potential problems (not on my side – TG) and that they could easily delay everything by 2-3 months. Ever since I made my offer I have been driving hard to complete before Christmas. But that was when I needed a whole week to unpack. It’s obviously not quite so urgent now. I’ve lost the will now that all I have to unpack is my bed (beautiful), a portable TV, a small stereo, 2 lamps and a stool. These were the things that I brought here to make myself feel at home.
I have to remind myself to look on the bright side. It’s only my (faltering) positive attitude, my family and my friends that will get me through this. And there are some bright sides of course. Only yesterday my old friend Nicole rang to say that she has a spare sofa for me. Not just any old sofa, but a most comfortable sofa, one that I always loved sitting/lying on!!!!!! Plus my brother gave me some fairy lights for my garden. Ahhhhh. And most importantly……codenamelizzy mk 2 was able to really kick off. Once I had properly registered something that my solicitor said “please keep the receipts for any replacement clothing that you purchase”. As soon as I left his office I figured out that I could not go on living forever with only 1 pair of jeans, 1 pair of trousers, 3 pairs of shorts and a few tee-shirts. It was fine for a few weeks but not for good. Not during the dead of winter and during party season. I did have some help though. My solicitor sent me on a detective mission yesterday and Vixen, being a student, was able to help on a weekday. Whilst trying to keep our spirits up I distracted her with tales of getting dresses for £8 at Primark and I literally dragged her in there when our detective duties were done. She duly dragged me into a shoe shop where I got into the spirit and bought myself a pair of shoes. Not trainers or boots, shoes! And then I bought a skirt and a pair of shorts and 2 pairs of footless tights. The mania carried on today and I bought some tee-shirts and a cardigan. codenamelizzy mk2, while not quite there, will at least be well dressed.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
no, it's not a joke
Today I received a phone call to tell me that everything that I had in storage whilst waiting to move, ie my past and my whole life, has been burnt to the ground.
All my photos, my books, my CDs, my clothes, shoes, my disco glitter ball, my rope lights, my paintings, all the beautiful things anyone has ever bought me, my furniture and my love notes from HWCBN EVERYTHING has gone.
Apparently they are doing a whip round at work to buy me a kettle.
All my photos, my books, my CDs, my clothes, shoes, my disco glitter ball, my rope lights, my paintings, all the beautiful things anyone has ever bought me, my furniture and my love notes from HWCBN EVERYTHING has gone.
Apparently they are doing a whip round at work to buy me a kettle.
Friday, December 01, 2006
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