frog princess

A nice man from Berkshire Drain Sevices is filling the house with a vile stench. It's hard to describe, but it's kind of like I imagine fermented cowpats would smell. Sorry. But you all have to suffer too.

Also, I lost/someone stole my digital camera last night, between me being on the train coming home, the restaurant and our house. Woe. It was a good one too. I'm going to ask at all the places I went, just in case someone handed it in.

Lack of camera means I can't show off my new haircut. It's flicky and, okay, just a little overly-coiffed right now. Which leads me to a random quote from A BIt of Fry and Laurie, specially for daegaer:

"Margery. I like what you've done with your hair. It looks better there."

Dave the plumber came round to fix the cistern leak this morning. He's a good plumber, but taciturn to the point of freakishness. In a whole hour he said  'hello,' 'can I use this bucket?' and 'bye'.  I spent the rest of the morning mopping the floor and cleaning up.

Adventures in home baking this evening: my lemon thins were a disaster: too sweet, not lemony enough, greasy and burnt. There probably wasn't anything else I could do to them to make them worse. But I still ate two in an effort to prove to myself it hadn't been a complete waste of time. Feel sick.

How lovely to wake up to my first ever flame. Nothing a good laugh first thing in the morning.

And we are waiting for the plumber to turn up to fix Niagara Falls in the front downstairs room. He said he'd be here at 9, but in plumber time that could easily mean 12.30. Oh, he's here, and apparently it's the water main. Oh good.

And I forgot to wash my nice trousers. And I have to go for doctor-type prodding in about an hour! It's the morning from Hell. Uh. Maybe that flamer has set Beelzebub on me, like she wanted to.

I think I'm going to go shopping to cheer myself up. Senseless luxury, that's what I need right now.