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Date: 23 July 2010 12:32:27
Having just scored a tremendous score in Bejewelled Blitz, I am now in a position to give myself a kick up the backside and stop feeling sorry for myself.
Tomorrow (cue great excitement) the Smudgelet goes away to camp (yippee), but more to the point, I am being visited by a friend whom I have not seen in years and years and years... and add a few more years to that. We've exchanged Christmas cards most years since parting at the age of about fifteen but have only actually managed to see each other once or twice... and only before I had the boys. Prior to that she was my bestest friend.... until she went away to boarding school after the sudden death of her father.
My excitement at looking forward to seeing her is somewhat hampered by the fact that the flat is a mess. I have contemplated taking her straight to Painshill Park and trying to persuade her that that is my home.... I have contemplated saying "wouldn't it be nice to sit in the garden" and taking her straight round through the back gate.... I have contemplated ringing her and suggesting we postpone for another ten years.... but no, the proverbial kick is in order and I am intent now on making some headway into the bombsite which is my home..... even if I hide everything in the Smudgelet's bedroom - the equivalent of under the carpet!
I shall not return to this place until at least one room is more habitable.
If you see me, poke me with a sharp stick and send me forth.