Area 136

So I leave work early and get my hair cut.

I am officially now "Beyond tired" - yep, straight out the other side into bouncing around everywhere.

On the train home I get a call from the estate agents, basically something has come up and can the woman come and see the house at 6.30 instead of 7.00?

Yeah no problem.

I arrive at the house. Our for sale board is missing. Has it blown over? I check both sides of the fence - Nope, it is fully gone. Some drunken idiots must have taken it for a laugh.

I phone estate agent.

"Our for sale board has gone"

"Ah, yes, the board man seems to have got ahead of himself"

"A letter is going out today to all households on our books, as of this weekend we are ceasing trading"

"We are not getting enough through sales so we can't continue"

Estate agents can't just say "We're fucked" can they.

So this letter will tell me what is going to happen, and I will have to find another estate agent to sell the house.

Bugger!

I need a weekend away.

Oh right!

But nervous energy will get me through.

Because after about three hours sleep last night what I really need to do is go to Rancho Collapso and see Shipscook and Queene Mab, eat the nom worthy meal ships will prepare and then go to bed.

Because we are all getting up at about 04.00 in the morning to go to Barcelona. An early night after a stress free evening is what I need.

But no.

I have to leave here via the barbers (Buzzzzzzzzzzz - alla da hair iss gonna!) get home and rush round tidying things, opening windows to let some fresh air in, getting all the apples of the lawn in the back garden - because no one wants to know they are going to spend the best part of late summer picking up to 100 apples off the lawn each week - and make sure the place is in reasonable repair as someone is comming to veiw it at 07.00 tonight.

And I have to be somewhere near awake to try and charm/intimidate/beg them into buying it.

Then, after they eff off I have to travel in towards London, change trians and travel out again to get to Rancho Collapso then eat, try to relax enough to sleep and then get up at "bugger off!" O'Clock for the weekend trip.

And apparently Spain yesterday declared three days of national mourning for the plane crash victims. Hmmmm, this could make the trip interesting.

Probably by the time I get to lay my groggy head on a pillow I will have gone beyond tired and not be able to sleep.

There is always the old stand by of crashing out on the plane with your head on the tray table I suppose.

I has an headache. Again.

Meh.

If you don’t have this in a relationship, then you don’t have a relationship.

I have read a couple of posts people have blogged telling of the results of their assuming false ID’s on websites and chatting up their partners. The results generally were not good.

And I know that some people are doing this sort of thing even now on various sites, being someone they are not, seeing if their partner will take the bait.

Really, if you feel you have to do this sort of thing – it is over between you.

Move on and find someone you do trust.

Even though you don't hang around here much anymore, I still hope you have a great day and everything is going well or at least better for you and yours.

XXXXX

1 If you could be any sort of book, Why?

2 How many Cities have all the people you will call friends in your life thought about living in?

3 You are in a dark ally at midnight with no way out, and in front of you is a ravening Vampire. All you can find to use as potential weapons are the rind from a Parmesan cheese, a soggy coppy of "Rubber Donkey Monthly" and the stone from an Olive. Do you

A- Shit your self.
B- Wake up screaming.
C- Wake up screaming and shit yourself.

4 If all the Virgins in the world were laid end to end, would it make a good video?

5 How old were you on your tenth birthday?

6 There is no such thing as saliva, when you eat your teeth are actually crying - discuss.

7 You are at a dinner party and have finished the wonderful meal prepared lovingly by your hosts and are sitting back feeling replete and ready for an after dinner drink. Just then a huge silver back Gorilla burst roaring into the room and throws the hostess face down over the table and begins to take her vigorously from behind. Bearing in mind that you have just lit up a rather fine Cuban cigar, do you take a Port, Brandy or Sherry?