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Jan. 17th, 2010 02:35 pmNeil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer are getting married. Now, although I have two obvious quibbles with this: NEIL I SAW HER FIRST AND I LOVE HER MORE and secondly, I am afraid the world might actually implode under thw weigh of the most technically amazing marriage since Antonia Fraser and Harold Pinter.
Seriously, though, it might be the best news I've heard all day. Yesterday as An Ikea Trip Day Out, complete with bookcases, crockery, and the locks on my car still being broken, leading to me doing a commando roll over the bootm, which fortunately did at least still open. It was great fun, as such things always are; silly, self-consciously Grown-Up combined with random purchases of Swedish biscuits and shoehorns that look like snakes. We went out in the evening, but for whatever reason I have managed to develop an ulcer on my tonsil. It happens periodically, and it's not dramatically awful, but drinking, eating and talking become problematic for a while. As such, I went home early and fell into bed.
Actually, no, that's a lie. First I made an immense to do list, as for whatever reason Mum has decided that this was the weekend I cleaned the house for her. I don't actually object to this, other than in a vague "Why do I have to clean up your tobacco stains, oh family?" as I quite like cleaning although am also vaguely resentful that Megan never seems to pick up a duster. Today, thus far, I have nearly finished cooking a roast (just waiting on the vegetables now), cleaned the bathrooms, polished, done all the downstairs, organised my bedroom, done my laundry, and had an argument with my sister. I know this is a constant theme. I know. She apparently 'has the flu' which I basically disagree with as all she has is a bad cold, no temperature and is able to stand up and stuff like that. A rotten cold is no fun, we all know that, but I quite resent being shouted at for hoovering around her convalescent body. She has a tendency to sleep downstairs whenever possible, does my sister, and goes mental for anyone else making a noise. DUDE DO NOT REPRIMAND ME FOR HOOVERING. If you have a room, bloody well sleep there, you have a telly up there and everything.
Anyway. That has thus far been my day. As the vegetables still have another few minutes to go, I am going to tell you all about my new TV obsession: Glee. I LOVE IT LIKE PIE. I like musicals, we all know that, and I have a place in my heart for the intelligent American high school movies. Bring It On is a long-term favourite. So I'm loving Glee on all those levels, and the dark, dark humour inherant in the program is making me lean back on the sofa and howl with laughter. It's also about the first program in a long time I've watched with Mum and we've both laughed at, which is a nice feeling, too.
Right. Time to make gravy. As I said, I am so rock and roll.
Seriously, though, it might be the best news I've heard all day. Yesterday as An Ikea Trip Day Out, complete with bookcases, crockery, and the locks on my car still being broken, leading to me doing a commando roll over the bootm, which fortunately did at least still open. It was great fun, as such things always are; silly, self-consciously Grown-Up combined with random purchases of Swedish biscuits and shoehorns that look like snakes. We went out in the evening, but for whatever reason I have managed to develop an ulcer on my tonsil. It happens periodically, and it's not dramatically awful, but drinking, eating and talking become problematic for a while. As such, I went home early and fell into bed.
Actually, no, that's a lie. First I made an immense to do list, as for whatever reason Mum has decided that this was the weekend I cleaned the house for her. I don't actually object to this, other than in a vague "Why do I have to clean up your tobacco stains, oh family?" as I quite like cleaning although am also vaguely resentful that Megan never seems to pick up a duster. Today, thus far, I have nearly finished cooking a roast (just waiting on the vegetables now), cleaned the bathrooms, polished, done all the downstairs, organised my bedroom, done my laundry, and had an argument with my sister. I know this is a constant theme. I know. She apparently 'has the flu' which I basically disagree with as all she has is a bad cold, no temperature and is able to stand up and stuff like that. A rotten cold is no fun, we all know that, but I quite resent being shouted at for hoovering around her convalescent body. She has a tendency to sleep downstairs whenever possible, does my sister, and goes mental for anyone else making a noise. DUDE DO NOT REPRIMAND ME FOR HOOVERING. If you have a room, bloody well sleep there, you have a telly up there and everything.
Anyway. That has thus far been my day. As the vegetables still have another few minutes to go, I am going to tell you all about my new TV obsession: Glee. I LOVE IT LIKE PIE. I like musicals, we all know that, and I have a place in my heart for the intelligent American high school movies. Bring It On is a long-term favourite. So I'm loving Glee on all those levels, and the dark, dark humour inherant in the program is making me lean back on the sofa and howl with laughter. It's also about the first program in a long time I've watched with Mum and we've both laughed at, which is a nice feeling, too.
Right. Time to make gravy. As I said, I am so rock and roll.
