10:31 p.m. - Wednesday, Dec. 10, 2003
Busy. Yes, I said busy.
Hello dears. It’s me.

I’ve been desperate to write recently, but events have conspired against me *sigh*. Like, I’ve been busy. What is this strange phenomenon? Qu’est-ce c’est?

So lots has happened, but it really wouldn’t make good tv. Like, I went up and saw Bob’s new house. He lied when he said itr was like a brick shit house. It’s actually a very nice little house. It does have a brick shit house, a real live one, in the garden though, so maybe calling him a liar is a bit strong.

I had a big big cry on Saturday night. In bed. When Bob was trying to sleep. (Note to all: do not disturb Bob when he’s trying to sleep). He was an angel though, considering that he is usually like a bear with a sore head trying to go to sleep whilst being disturbed when he is disturbed trying to sleep. I did it subtely, by dripping tears onto his shoulder. I was sad at the man who told me I was not a good enough driver when I damn well am, I was sad because I had forgotten my monkey and inhaler, I was sad because my poor cat is dead, I was sad for some other reason I can’t remember…that sort of sad. I might have been a fear of going back to uni. Sniff sniff poor old me. But Bob used the patented man method ™ of stopping one’s girlfriend from crying – namely, tell her to think about something happy. The key in my case, is to tell me to think about the baby. Awww, baby niece or nephew!! You should see the little woollen baby shoe I knitted this week.

So yeah, that was that. And on Saturday, we went to the big town. (Anyone who has seen the kids TV show Brum will understand that…that means possibly Alice .) We have a new shopping centre…I was so annoyed when they opened this centre (it’s been under construction since before I started university, and I’m now going back for my fourth year!!) because I was out of town. Don’t they *know* I am the biggest shopper in the city?? How dare they open it when I’m not there. It was scary when we got there, Giant, and packed, and mad. The armpit of the midlands now has a bloody Selfridges for goodness’ sake. How did that happen? But also lots of beautiful new shops. Sigh. **Sits patiently waiting for student loan cheque**.

I went and got my euros today. I love foreign money!! It just says ‘we’re all going on a summer holiday, no more troubles for a week or two.’ And it looks better than Cliff Richard. It’s also weird…I’m pretty au fait with euros (they look like play money), but, chances are, I have never held your country’s currency in my hand, and you see it every day. I mean, a fiver would look weird to you. Your money doesn’t have the queen’s head on it. Crazy horse.

OK, I’m off. I might go and strut around in my new gel filled bra. Ooh get me and my artificial boobies. **wiggles provocatively**.

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