Categories: ramblings, broken-again
Date: 17 April 2007 13:03:11
I spent the weekend on the annual Wightmeet, along with several wibloggers and Shipmates. I had a fabulous time, organised very ably indeed by the fantastic and indomitable Smudgie.
Still no desk, though, nor even a "we tried to deliver to you, but you were out, how dare you not spend your entire life sitting at home waiting for us to deign to deliver the goods you paid good money for?" card, either.
Phoned PC World this morning. "Business Post say that it got damaged in transit, which is why it hasn't been delivered."
By now I am thinking that Business Post's entire staff are going to hell for telling lies and making the Baby Jesus cry, I have no idea when I'll next have a day's leave to spend sitting on my bottom waiting for delivery people, and I'm planning on going away this weekend because grandma is down from the Frozen North and I last saw her at granddad's funeral (I am a terrible granddaughter, I know), so I would like to see her this weekend, so a Saturday delivery is not possible. Have cancelled the order and asked for a full refund, which is a shame because it was a very funky desk.
This evening I shall be mostly sorting through the six hundred and something photos I took on the Wightmeet and hunting through Google for a glass computer workstation. Sigh.
And the story of the gashed leg is very boring indeed - having internalised the lesson "never try and catch a falling knife by the blade," (lesson learned the hard way, involving a trip to casualty on the bus, bleeding merrily all the way), I have now learned another lesson - "if you think you need to take two steps backwards to avoid a falling knife, take four." I was making coffee, and just caught the handle of one of my (extremely sharp) kitchen knives with my dressing gown sleeve, it fell off the counter, I stepped backwards to avoid it, it caught my leg and peeled the top 3 layers of skin off. Quite fascinating, in a "so that's how they do skin grafts!" way, which then turned into "oooh, that's bleeding an awful lot, oooh, argh, oooh ow! I should do something about that." Splashed across the kitchen, leaving a trail of footprints in my own blood, found first aid stuff, applied dressing and about a mile of tape to hold it in place, cleaned up mess, swore.