I started this year thinking about where I was and what I was going to do. I saw myself on a sliding scale. At one end was Homer and on the other end Moby. Homer is an overweight, bald Dad. Moby is a fairly succesful, bald musician. I would like to be more Moby than Homer and so at the beginning of the year I set off on my journey. As i look back I wonder whether i am any closer to Moby than Homer, I suppose I am but there have been many cold cups of tea along the way. Perhaps i’ll tell you about them one day.
so the greatest band in the world are to play a gig – the cardiacs – and i have been so looking forward to it. they only play about once a year. anyway the day they are playing is the first day of the youthwork conference which i need to attend for work. what a bummer. talk about cold tea, this is cold dinner and everything else that could possibly go cold. pants
good. that will be helpful. but here in the post is a contract, not cancelled. well done British Gas.
time to put the kettle on
so i hear a dripping noise from the kitchen and assume a tap has been left on, so off i go to investigate and i find the central heating boiler leaking. the whole thing is broken and so either we sort out a new boiler or we freeze this winter, tough choice.
only British Gas want to charge us £27 for going onto a scheme where they come out and repair your heating, however online they say it only costs £14.50. seems like my tea’s gone cold again.
ok i suffer from migraines, so when i get one i don’t look forward to the day. however i just got some ibuprofen migraine tablets which seem to be helping. this morning when i got a migraine coming on i took the tablets, sat down for a while and then, against all odds, the migraine went away. so i packed my bag with my lunch and decided to pootle off to work, a little late, but feeling much better. five minutes into the journey the rain came down. a fifteen minute walk to work turned me from happy and dry to miserable and wet, soaked through.