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One of the items on our breakfast menu this morning is the Scottish delicacy "Breakfast Sausage" - which is a flat square of sausage meat.

There has been much fun had trying to say the phrase "Square Scottish Sausage" with out messing it up.

You try it.

Yup.

A linguistic phenomena from the dark lands of Essex/Dagenham is the insertion of an extra syllable in one syllable words.

It drives me nuts!

For example:

Hair is pronounced "hayer"

Milk becomes "Meeulk"

Ware and wear become "Wayer"

Floor is "Floorwa"

But you can add extra syllables to a lot of words when speaking proper Essex.

For example, the building in which I spent most of the day has one of those talking lifts but sadly they got an Essex girl to do the announcements. So when the lift informs you that the "Doors are closing" she sticks a very prominent G on the end making it sound like "Closinguh"

Drives me mental.

innit.

I was going to give you a quick and pointless lesson on how to speak "Essex" but I have decided to not bother as I am vair tired.

So am going to bed.

In my bed, from where I am typing this.

My nice soft red bed in my nice new bedroom in my nice new flat.

Did I mention.....oh hang on.

Don't want this to become another "Leather Coat" situation....

So anyway.

Goodnight and sweet dreams to you all.

Except you who had the pervy dream last night, yes you!

None of that tonight or the Nuns will come and get you.

Or summink.

As I await the arrival of Mr Flatpack and his truck, I have been doing even more shopping on line.

A tv bench and dvd player have been purchased but I was annoyed that the TV I added to my basket - which was available for delivery in two days, was suddenly out of stock when I went to pay.

So I went back and ordered one that was available for delivery in five days....so why when I place the order do they say "We will contact you by the 7th of December to arrange a delivery date"

Aaaargh!

I am out of the country for a week the week after next (confusing sentences R us) so that is a tad annoying.

Any way, it is a bit blowy in East London this morning to put it mildly. While I was outside I saw a light aircraft fly over, its nose pointing at about 20 degrees to the left of the direction it was actually heading in just to stay on course.

I don't mind, I am snug on my bean bag in the warm...

Yes you!

Because I hate to leave anyone out.

I am just a blessing and a joy to your life pickle, trust me on this one.

Anyway, what was I going on about again?.....

Oh yes.

This here post wot you is a reading of is in fact the very first one from my flat (Temporary name - "The Temple of Rock" - its a work in progress...) on mai very own wireless intermabob thingey.

I have had the email sorted for a while but just used it to read and look at stuff of a specialist interest sort of thing.....ahem.

And also tonight I am having my first solo lounge on the six foot long comfy leather bean bag that is my temporary sofa and am listening to Planet rock courtesy of my de boxed fresh from the wardrobe DAB radio and Cambirdge Audio amp and the ickle but good set of Gale speakers - none of which have pushed a watt of rock in anger for over two years.

Ahhhh.

I am liking this.

Also sleeping here tonight and not at Rancho Collapso because of a delivery in the morning from those nice people in flat pack furniture land.

So there you have it.

Or not.

A DVD storage case that can hold 170 DVD's (Hmmmm, might have to order another one) and three modular book cases for my flat.

Tomorrow a single bed sized black leather bean bag gets delivered and I was in a local shop today discussing buying a Washer Dryer.

You have no idea how grown up and happy this sort of thing makes me feel.

Yup - I am a sad little individual, so sue me!

HA!

Finally the Bod from IT has been and replaced my work PC!

He came on Thursday when I was out of the office and he was only two weeks late, but beggars can’t be choosers or whatever.

I now no longer have time to go make a coffee, have the morning pony and finish reading the Metro between signing in and the PC being ready to go – which is a bit of a culture shock, and it still wont upload windows explorer 8 so I will continue to get that message from blog about not being supported every time I log on. I know, before you techy geeks start with your “load up Firefox then!” but this is a WORK pc and Weird Inc. has structures in place to make sure our IT stays back in the dark ages for as long as possible. Firefox is equal to heresy round here and talk of it could get you burnt at the stake for witchcraft.

Among all the taking Sarah for horse riding lessons and stuff this weekend I got to pop some stuff over to the flat – Sarah wanted to come and see her newly constructed bed and try it out.

When we walked in I was very pleased to note that it was decidedly toasty in there, as opposed to the normal chill that greets you. This is because I have worked out how to use that most mysterious of heating systems THE NIGHT STORAGE HEATER!

And also because I managed to change the fuse for the heater in the hall, which was doing nothing but steadfastly remaining cold and sulking. So cold weather this Xmas holds no fear for me as Sarah and I will be snug as two invertebrates in a woven floor covering.

So now I really should get on with yet another re-write of my CV seeing as I have the speedy new computer, but the closer I get to the end of writing this post and starting said task, the heavier the weight of “meh” seems to get on my shoulders.

I suppose I could change the background colours on my desktop to something less lurid, the lime green I have chosen is clashing rather nicely with the purple dialogue boxes but I fear for my retinas.

Have a good day people.

A chocolate Goddess.

And she tastes Gooooooooooooood!

Meh.

Broke the little toe on my left foot when I collided with Sarah at the bottom of a waterslide in Cyprus years ago.

Maybe I should take my boot off and see if the bruising has got any darker since this morning.

The toe has felt cold and numb all day.

Damn bedside cabinets!

Ho hum.

I was young, bored and without work.

I wanted some adventure, excitement and glamour in my life.

So I decided to apply to the Secret Services.

I wanted to become a spy.

But, as with so much in my life - I made a little mistake.

I filled in the application forms, passed the interview but due to my Dyslexia, rather than a glamorous life of Vodka Martinis, Aston Martins and watches that could undo a womans evening gown, I spent three weeks in the summer working for MFI......

meh.