A series of updates

Trip Start May 27, 2010
Trip End Aug 31, 2011

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Monday, September 6, 2010

Shop update:  The shop is coming along nicely.  I'm back up to level 9 again and kicking goals all over the place.  Thanks go out to all my loyal customers who all look the same - perhaps I should buy some different stock to put in the shop?  They all may look the same, but at least they're smiling when they make a purchase.  The only problem with having the shop again is having to leave it unattended when I leave the country.  This means that the smiles turn upside down and the shop is emptied of stock.  It takes a long time to get the customer happiness ratings back to an acceptable level on the scale left of screen.  iPhone certainly has cemented it's place back in my life though, and sees me playing ridiculous app games at ridiculous hours and downloading useless apps such as Talking Tom Cat, who repeats everything you say like he's sucked all the helium out of a balloon.  I was taught (by no less than the lesbian that tried to convert me at the weekend) that if you keep poking Tom in the guts he eventually falls over and dies.  Yep, it's a completely useless app.

Bug update:  This week I had a ladybird, a stinkbug and a stick insect on or near me, as well as all the dirty bugs on the tube (not all at the same time).  Gemma thinks it strange that I squeal a bit when a bug crawls on me, saying that I'm a country girl and that I should be used to bugs.  Not necessarily so.  At this point I guess I am admitting defeat and officially retract my previous suggestion that I am a "hard-ass" country girl and that bees, bugs, spiders and snakes don't bother me - see blog entry titled "Tourists & fruit chocolate are rude...and so am I!".  I'm now unsure whether that means the saying "you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl" applies to me... Urghhh, I'm confused from over-analysing the wording.

House hunting update:  Gemma has decided to take another job which means she will be moving out.  So after spending days and days trawling through the ads on Gumtree we had a flat chat and became aware of two options that are available to me so that I can stay on at the house.  I've decided to swap rooms with Mikey and Kristin, meaning I'll take the room downstairs, the room that was robbed.  Hopefully I don't get scared on the ground floor all on my own!  In anticipation, I've called Batman's tradie to see if he can come around and give me a quote for some sensor activated iron theft screens that come down from a cavity in the ceiling should an intruder be detected, just like the ones in the banks.  I had considered a room in a house in Putney sharing with two Spanish girls, both named Manuela.  I'd thought that if they considered me cool enough to move in that I could convince them to cook paella and pour jugs of sangria down my neck every day.  I didn't think this would be a problem - I am a hand model after all and I can't risk burning my money-makers on the stove, and I think they would've understood that.  I decided, however, that I'm not that precious, and I am a veteran in the hand-modelling business now meaning that the job offers are on the decline, so I've elected to stay put in Acton and move rooms at the end of the month.  I can't wait to decorate my new room!

Bruise update:  The bruise I acquired when I fell over in the kitchen a few weeks ago has finally subsided.  My phone still hasn't repaired itself.  

Travel update:  New York flights are booked!  Thorpe Park this weekend - I'm already having night terrors worse than after the time I watched Paranormal Activity.  That shit scared the hell out of me for weeks and I couldn't sleep.  What a ridiculous movie.  I can hardly imagine how rotten I'll feel after going on the Saw ride, and Saw wasn't even that scary.  Why do we put ourselves through the pain!! 

Picnic update:  Following a previous blog entry in which I noted my disgust at the chocolate bar being contaminated by raisins, I was happy to receive in the mail some Australian-style Picnics from my cousin, Brooke.  What a legend!  The care package also contained a Melbourne postcard and an engagement party invitation (sadly, I am unable to attend), both of which now feature on my bedroom wall, also becoming known as the "Shrine De Brooke". 

Government update:  I woke to the news that Australia now has a "new" Prime Minister.  Gillard made the cut and continues in her role as the PM.  To all the rangas out there, don't get too excited - just because a ginga has been given the power to run our country, doesn't mean you've been vindicated.  The proof will be in the pudding (or ginger fluff as my brother would say!).

Flood update:  My parent's house back home is under siege by flood waters.  The two or three acre "backyard" is presently underwater, and the waters are rising.  Baxter is on flood watch and appears to be doing a good job.  Hopefully the water recedes before it reaches the house, but by the sound of things not even the authorities can communicate accurately what's happening.  Only time will tell. 

Work update:  Still boring.

Good deed update:
  I tapped a lady on the shoulder at the bus stop one day this week to bring her attention to the white mark on the back of her nice black skirt.  She said she was eternally grateful and had saved her much embarrassment.  Let's hope karma does it's thing and brings me something cool in return. 

Karma update:  Still waiting for said something cool to happen.

Weather update:
  The sun is back, but we are told that after this week we can expect things to deteriorate again and say goodbye to Summer.  It reached a scorching 24 degrees on the weekend though, so fingers crossed the forecasters are wrong and the weather stays fine for a bit longer.

Belly update: 
The Heathrow Injection is no myth.  Beer, pre-packaged food and an over-indulgence in chocolate post-Bruges has left me with a swollen belly which doesn't look like subsiding anytime soon.  Living a life like this has it's drawbacks, but gee it's a good life!  Myth busted - the Heathrow Injection is real.  Despite this, I very much enjoyed my alphabet spaghetti on English muffins for breakfast on Friday to prepare myself for yet another big weekend.  Maybe there is something to this "fat and happy" theory after all. 

Weekend update:  I tried to fend off a rotten cold, and played host to a Brummie again this weekend and visited Brick Lane, Richmond, Woking and Camden Town.  It was a nice weekend, watching drunk people fall off bikes and willing sober ones to fall out of boats.  We laughed at little kids falling over in beer gardens, and a scatty sausage dog being carried around like a babe in arms.  We ate at the Camden markets and Phil found 20 on the ground.  I tried in vain to convince him it had fallen out of my purse and that it was in fact mine, to no avail.  He bought me lunch instead, a fair compromise.  Italy (aka Andrea aka Andrew) was here this weekend and suggested a catch up.  However, despite previous marriage proposals, the stallion was kept in the stables so that no improper attempts were made to lewer me back to his hometown to live in his big house and drive the Audi he claims to own.  It could be a beat up old Camira with Audi badges made of tin foil for all I know. 

Public transport update: 
The tube suffered strikes this week, which saw me take three hours to get to work.  It was a mission and a half.  Bus, train, bus, train, bus, bus, walk.  I think there's rhythm enough in that sequence that I could write a song.  I will research my contingency plan better for next time.  London really does rely heavily on it's public transport, and when something goes wrong, the whole system is a balls up. 

10-4 over and out.
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Jo on

HEY. What's wrong with Camiras?!
And check out the floods in Donald. The famous* Bullocks head got a drink.


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