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Date: 25 March 2006 20:43:56
This is a sad, sad sight. All three of us seated at the various machines. Yours Truly blogging on here, Mr M and little Miff playing one of their games. Ms Miffy, sensibly is out helping the BF with his house move.
And we could be in for a long, long evening, as the pub opposite has a live band on tonight which is due to start in exactly five minutes. Believe me; they are very, very loud. (We were in there earlier when they were setting up). The singing may have left a little to be desired - although that may just have been the landlord getting carried away. Not that I'm particularly bothered. After all, I'm used to Mr Miff and his musical meanderings. Plus I'll be having a lie in tomorrow morning, (hour change notwithstanding) as I'm planning to give the new service a go for the first time.
There's been some progress on the 'C' front at last on Friday when I decided that enough was enough and picked up the phone. Apparently my mail did arrive, and was replied to, but I'll be bothered if I can find it. (Which sort of puts paid to my monster in cyberspace eating my messages theory. And my lead on the cat hunt front. Never mind). Anyway, I've now been given the name of someone else to contact. So another letter's been written and duly sent on its way. Talk of the wheels of something or other grinding exceeding slow. Don't they realise that I'm a serial procrastinator, and that by the time said wheels have finished grinding, I'll likely have either taken fright or forgotten what it was I wanted to enquire about in the first place?!