flirting with disaster
Jul. 19th, 2009 05:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI spent most of Saturday in bed. Fifteen hours, to be precise, with a wee nap in the afternoon. I felt far more sane and healthy, until the moment I realised that my purse was not, in fact, in my house. After a brief moment of trying not to cry, I ripped my house to shreds, went to the police station, came home, cancelled all my cards, went out to a friend's house for pre-arranged pizza and DVDs.
Fortunately, my purse had been located in WH Smiths - which is where I left it after paying my gas and council tax on Friday night - and seemingly hasn't been touched, which is brilliant indeed. Cards remain cancelled, and I don't have internet banking, so I can't check my balance but I'm pretty confident it should be okay. Unfortunately, I do have all of £9.50 to live off until... well, hopefully no later than the end of the week. Curses. I wanted to go to the pub this week, but looks as though that's out of the balance. Luckily I did the food shop on Thursday, hurrah!
This week mostly feels like a continual series of near-misses, all things considered.
I haven't really updated properly. I have been to see Harry Potter, and I have some thoughts on it.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loneraven phoned me yesterday, and we seemed to share similar feelings on it. They went as thus:
"WHERE IS MY WEREWOLF ANGST THAT IS THE ONLY REASON I CAME TO SEE THIS FILM?!"
Okay, not quite the only reason. And I was a bit biased against it anyway, as I was knackered when I went to see it and was surrounded by irritating teenage tourists who ruined the whole experience for me. However, other than minimal Remus involvement, it was the fact that the entire beautiful Tonks/Remus relationship, in all its fucked up misery, was boiled down to one line of "Come on, sweetheart." Fenrir Greyback wasn't even identified as a werewolf, for fuck's sake. And there was no battle in Hogwarts, which I would have loved to see.
There were brilliant touches - Ron and the chocolates, Fred and George just in general, Snape, etc - but, well, I felt horribly let down. And yes, my only Harry Potter icon is the one of sexy!Voldemort. Shhh.
So, to a week of tight budgeting. I have enough for bread and milk, which tends to be my only essentials. At least I found the bloody thing, and I do not seem to swine flu, or at least a nasty version of it. Small mercies. Let's hope next week is kinder.
Fortunately, my purse had been located in WH Smiths - which is where I left it after paying my gas and council tax on Friday night - and seemingly hasn't been touched, which is brilliant indeed. Cards remain cancelled, and I don't have internet banking, so I can't check my balance but I'm pretty confident it should be okay. Unfortunately, I do have all of £9.50 to live off until... well, hopefully no later than the end of the week. Curses. I wanted to go to the pub this week, but looks as though that's out of the balance. Luckily I did the food shop on Thursday, hurrah!
This week mostly feels like a continual series of near-misses, all things considered.
I haven't really updated properly. I have been to see Harry Potter, and I have some thoughts on it.
loneraven phoned me yesterday, and we seemed to share similar feelings on it. They went as thus:"WHERE IS MY WEREWOLF ANGST THAT IS THE ONLY REASON I CAME TO SEE THIS FILM?!"
Okay, not quite the only reason. And I was a bit biased against it anyway, as I was knackered when I went to see it and was surrounded by irritating teenage tourists who ruined the whole experience for me. However, other than minimal Remus involvement, it was the fact that the entire beautiful Tonks/Remus relationship, in all its fucked up misery, was boiled down to one line of "Come on, sweetheart." Fenrir Greyback wasn't even identified as a werewolf, for fuck's sake. And there was no battle in Hogwarts, which I would have loved to see.
There were brilliant touches - Ron and the chocolates, Fred and George just in general, Snape, etc - but, well, I felt horribly let down. And yes, my only Harry Potter icon is the one of sexy!Voldemort. Shhh.
So, to a week of tight budgeting. I have enough for bread and milk, which tends to be my only essentials. At least I found the bloody thing, and I do not seem to swine flu, or at least a nasty version of it. Small mercies. Let's hope next week is kinder.
