Monday, May 31, 2004
It's bank holiday Monday and we laid in bed until midday. I've had a headache for the past 2 days thanks to ripping up old and dusty curtains to make costume. I think it's a combination of the dust that's now covering everything and the fact that it didn't go quite as planned and I've managed to break the sewing machine or at least the thread keeps snapping whatever the tension or thickness of the material. I'm going to try again today, new needle and any thing else that comes to mind.
The other thing for today is the cleaning and as you can tell I'm resisting quite effectively.
Yesterday was OK, we walked down to the Tower of London (about 25mins walk) and waited to go on a London Walk which included a tour of the Tower. The guide didn't show and despite our efforts to get a few people to join us in a group discount to get into the tower anyway, we ended up doing the Medieval London tour again. We missed the end of it last time due to Michelle and Dennis being on time constraints so it was nice to get all the way to St Pauls. The bit about the Liveries was interesting and how the trades guilds that still exist in London and most of the traditions still exist to this day was really interesting. Also how the Mayor of London comes up through the liveries to hold various positions of power within this medieval system before becoming Mayor. He is not elected and the system in unique in the world. The mayor's job is mostly now to promote international trade into the city of London. The guildhall is where all the members meet once every three weeks or so and there are ceremonies going on every week under our noses that we know nothing about!
That's one thing that maybe working where I work, I'm sure that they know about these from a security point of view. It would be great to find out about them, just because there is so much going on here around us that we have no concept of. I'm fascinated by the history of the City so it would be really cool to find stuff out.
We spent most of the day bickering about money until we both got authentic and found a solution and the we were both human again. It revolved mostly around that I'd spent more money than him last month and that was not only bad and wrong, but not fair! He spent most of the day winging and then apologising and getting off it, then it would be back! and so on. It's resolved now and we are both much lighter.
I suffered from some compulsive shopping behavior last month and spent rather alot on underwear, I was trying to work out what underwear would work with my wedding dress, I bought a few different styles, all designed to hold in and flatter. None of them are remotely comfortable so I won't we wearing any of them! It was a bit of a disaster really.
I think I've been forgiven, I think I should forgive my self too.
Time to get on with the day...
The other thing for today is the cleaning and as you can tell I'm resisting quite effectively.
Yesterday was OK, we walked down to the Tower of London (about 25mins walk) and waited to go on a London Walk which included a tour of the Tower. The guide didn't show and despite our efforts to get a few people to join us in a group discount to get into the tower anyway, we ended up doing the Medieval London tour again. We missed the end of it last time due to Michelle and Dennis being on time constraints so it was nice to get all the way to St Pauls. The bit about the Liveries was interesting and how the trades guilds that still exist in London and most of the traditions still exist to this day was really interesting. Also how the Mayor of London comes up through the liveries to hold various positions of power within this medieval system before becoming Mayor. He is not elected and the system in unique in the world. The mayor's job is mostly now to promote international trade into the city of London. The guildhall is where all the members meet once every three weeks or so and there are ceremonies going on every week under our noses that we know nothing about!
That's one thing that maybe working where I work, I'm sure that they know about these from a security point of view. It would be great to find out about them, just because there is so much going on here around us that we have no concept of. I'm fascinated by the history of the City so it would be really cool to find stuff out.
We spent most of the day bickering about money until we both got authentic and found a solution and the we were both human again. It revolved mostly around that I'd spent more money than him last month and that was not only bad and wrong, but not fair! He spent most of the day winging and then apologising and getting off it, then it would be back! and so on. It's resolved now and we are both much lighter.
I suffered from some compulsive shopping behavior last month and spent rather alot on underwear, I was trying to work out what underwear would work with my wedding dress, I bought a few different styles, all designed to hold in and flatter. None of them are remotely comfortable so I won't we wearing any of them! It was a bit of a disaster really.
I think I've been forgiven, I think I should forgive my self too.
Time to get on with the day...
Thursday, May 27, 2004
I've literally got 2 mins until my lunch break starts so I'm not planning on starting any more work. My period started today bang on time, as predicted by Toby's system. He's kept track of them for me since we met and seems to know my rhythms better than me. Probably a good thing.
I was rather tearful last night. After wasting most of the evening surfing on the Boots website just because there was an offer to get an extra 1000 points for ordering £50 quids worth of stuff I don't need, I decided to email everyone in Holland to let them know when we will be over and see if we can meet up. After I'd done everyone, I remembered that my Mum had bumped into Chantal and she'd said I should pop in next time I was over.
Faced with the prospect of trawling through old address books I thought I'd try the Dutch phone book online first, low and behold, still in her maiden name, there she was along with her parents address, the only two in Nieuwegein. Tears came to my eyes along with a lump in my throat. I sat there staring at the addresses remembering how many times I'd written her mums address on an envelope all those years ago before I moved to Holland. I saw the phone number, it was gone 10pm by then so a phone call was out of the question. I wrote a letter to her on the computer, lump getting bigger, tears welling. It just said, it would be nice to meet up and that I still thought about her alot, which I do.
I owe alot to chantal, I still use Dramatically Different Moisturising Lotion, my perfume is CoCo mademoiselle, I wouldn't have even tried it if it hadn't been for her perfume being CoCo. She was my big sister in times of lonelinessss and bewilderment. Up until then my femininity was a mystery what with being brought up by my dad.
My first concert was with her, Madonna, who's that girl tour. My first summer holiday, with her and her family to France, my first sun tan! We met our first real boyfriends on the same day, 5th dec 1987. She even explained to me about what a clitoris was so I can even credit her with my first orgasm!
I printed out the letter, fairly short and to the point, passed it to Toby, by now I was actually crying. He said it was good. I then remembered how it all started with letters back and forth and decided to write it by hand using my familiar coloured pens, still a habit and the familiar handwriting. I challenge her not to be as emotional about it as I was. I know how much we love each other. We haven't spoken for at least 3 years, the last time being me ringing to apologise for being pig headed which is why we hadn't spoken for about 3 years prior to that. We had already grown apart but despite having different aspirations, expectations and beliefs, our love transcends that even if we will never be next door neighbours. I really want her to come over with Marcel and spogs for our Wedding.
I hope I get a reply in the form of an email in the next week, I really do. It would be so great to catch up with her. I'll almost certainly cry.
I was rather tearful last night. After wasting most of the evening surfing on the Boots website just because there was an offer to get an extra 1000 points for ordering £50 quids worth of stuff I don't need, I decided to email everyone in Holland to let them know when we will be over and see if we can meet up. After I'd done everyone, I remembered that my Mum had bumped into Chantal and she'd said I should pop in next time I was over.
Faced with the prospect of trawling through old address books I thought I'd try the Dutch phone book online first, low and behold, still in her maiden name, there she was along with her parents address, the only two in Nieuwegein. Tears came to my eyes along with a lump in my throat. I sat there staring at the addresses remembering how many times I'd written her mums address on an envelope all those years ago before I moved to Holland. I saw the phone number, it was gone 10pm by then so a phone call was out of the question. I wrote a letter to her on the computer, lump getting bigger, tears welling. It just said, it would be nice to meet up and that I still thought about her alot, which I do.
I owe alot to chantal, I still use Dramatically Different Moisturising Lotion, my perfume is CoCo mademoiselle, I wouldn't have even tried it if it hadn't been for her perfume being CoCo. She was my big sister in times of lonelinessss and bewilderment. Up until then my femininity was a mystery what with being brought up by my dad.
My first concert was with her, Madonna, who's that girl tour. My first summer holiday, with her and her family to France, my first sun tan! We met our first real boyfriends on the same day, 5th dec 1987. She even explained to me about what a clitoris was so I can even credit her with my first orgasm!
I printed out the letter, fairly short and to the point, passed it to Toby, by now I was actually crying. He said it was good. I then remembered how it all started with letters back and forth and decided to write it by hand using my familiar coloured pens, still a habit and the familiar handwriting. I challenge her not to be as emotional about it as I was. I know how much we love each other. We haven't spoken for at least 3 years, the last time being me ringing to apologise for being pig headed which is why we hadn't spoken for about 3 years prior to that. We had already grown apart but despite having different aspirations, expectations and beliefs, our love transcends that even if we will never be next door neighbours. I really want her to come over with Marcel and spogs for our Wedding.
I hope I get a reply in the form of an email in the next week, I really do. It would be so great to catch up with her. I'll almost certainly cry.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
I thought I'd be good and get back into the habit. The weather (can you believe it -I'm taking about the weather) is a bit crap, I want more sun so I can start wearing my birkies to work.
Toby's calling a possible buyer this lunchtime who might buy the flat finally. Fingers crossed. I almost want to start looking for properties but I think I might wait until we have the go ahead, once I get started I'm on the phone to the estate agents, putting in offers and generally in there. I think we need to find another approach too. There's this list of properties selling under market value, this is where we need to be looking.
I'm at home tonight so I might too some fiddling about, about where to find flats under market value and other things too. I need to write my proposal for Landmark to get the ITA leaders balanced throughout the centre.
I also should find out what various people in Holland will be doing the week we come over. I'm not sure if school's finished there by the time we are which could make a visit to the Efterling a far less pleasurable experience. Oh hum.
Lunch break's nearly over, back to it!
Toby's calling a possible buyer this lunchtime who might buy the flat finally. Fingers crossed. I almost want to start looking for properties but I think I might wait until we have the go ahead, once I get started I'm on the phone to the estate agents, putting in offers and generally in there. I think we need to find another approach too. There's this list of properties selling under market value, this is where we need to be looking.
I'm at home tonight so I might too some fiddling about, about where to find flats under market value and other things too. I need to write my proposal for Landmark to get the ITA leaders balanced throughout the centre.
I also should find out what various people in Holland will be doing the week we come over. I'm not sure if school's finished there by the time we are which could make a visit to the Efterling a far less pleasurable experience. Oh hum.
Lunch break's nearly over, back to it!
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
We still haven't sold our flat and the one in Tottenham as fallen through completely. In reality it's still only been a couple of weeks on the market. If we don't manage to sell it privately in the next 2 weeks we will be going back to the estate agent, tail between our legs. At the last property drinks, one of the successful property bods said he always sold through estate agents, everyone gets a piece of the pie.
In a way we are doing it the wrong way round, we should be buying privately and selling through an agent. Weird I think.
On Saturday I put down the deposit on my Wedding Dress. It was a big moment, even though I'm wearing the ring and the venue's booked, the dress signified for me that this is really happening. The dress is just over the budget but that's including a 3 inch legnthening and the entire alterations package. The service at Berkatex was by far the best compared to the rest. It was an amazing day, with Allie and Kari, they provided exactly the right feed back and context for choosing the dress. We left berkatex very happy after drinking a whole bottle of wine while signing away hundreds of pounds on the wedding dress of a lifetime. We met Toby and Si and the 5 of us got even drunker in a little pub off regent street.
Toby's Dad is now officially a PhD, Doctor Jones! They came round with a bottle of champagne on sunday to celebrate. That was a nice day too.
Yesterday I dragged Toby to Covent garden to buy some summer clothes. He ended up spending about 90quid and getting very remorseful. The bag made it home but hasn't been unpacked like a guilty secret. I hope that they will get used, if not I'll take them back. He can't survive on the one pair of chino's he has left. All the rest are in the charity basket. I think, once they get taken up, he'll be fine.
I bought a pair of papillo birkenstock sandals with a lovely flowery blue upper bit, they are really pretty. The weather is a few degrees cooler than the past sweltering weeks, having bought some summer clothes, I'm back wearing the normal stuff. I've ditched wearing a coat but sandals are a little chilly for now. Only just though, I reckon it will be perfect for when we get to Holland. I'm really looking forward to pottering round Utrecht. I'm also seriously considering going to the Efterling instead of Oeral and going to the sea side for a day, a few museums and a bit of shopping.
Back to work, I forgot to publish and I'm an hour into the afternoon. My brain seems to have switched to screen saver. I could do with Marilyn Manson on the radio instead of bloody Elton John and Kee Kee Dee...however you spell it.
Bleh!
In a way we are doing it the wrong way round, we should be buying privately and selling through an agent. Weird I think.
On Saturday I put down the deposit on my Wedding Dress. It was a big moment, even though I'm wearing the ring and the venue's booked, the dress signified for me that this is really happening. The dress is just over the budget but that's including a 3 inch legnthening and the entire alterations package. The service at Berkatex was by far the best compared to the rest. It was an amazing day, with Allie and Kari, they provided exactly the right feed back and context for choosing the dress. We left berkatex very happy after drinking a whole bottle of wine while signing away hundreds of pounds on the wedding dress of a lifetime. We met Toby and Si and the 5 of us got even drunker in a little pub off regent street.
Toby's Dad is now officially a PhD, Doctor Jones! They came round with a bottle of champagne on sunday to celebrate. That was a nice day too.
Yesterday I dragged Toby to Covent garden to buy some summer clothes. He ended up spending about 90quid and getting very remorseful. The bag made it home but hasn't been unpacked like a guilty secret. I hope that they will get used, if not I'll take them back. He can't survive on the one pair of chino's he has left. All the rest are in the charity basket. I think, once they get taken up, he'll be fine.
I bought a pair of papillo birkenstock sandals with a lovely flowery blue upper bit, they are really pretty. The weather is a few degrees cooler than the past sweltering weeks, having bought some summer clothes, I'm back wearing the normal stuff. I've ditched wearing a coat but sandals are a little chilly for now. Only just though, I reckon it will be perfect for when we get to Holland. I'm really looking forward to pottering round Utrecht. I'm also seriously considering going to the Efterling instead of Oeral and going to the sea side for a day, a few museums and a bit of shopping.
Back to work, I forgot to publish and I'm an hour into the afternoon. My brain seems to have switched to screen saver. I could do with Marilyn Manson on the radio instead of bloody Elton John and Kee Kee Dee...however you spell it.
Bleh!
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Bleh!
Loads going on at the moment, good and not so good. The flat went on the market mid last week, we've had about 5 enquiries, the first viewer didn't like it, wouldn't say more than he didn't like being on a main road. The second came round last night and has put in an offer of 230k, we've offered back with 233k and he's going to talk to his work. We had another email this morning from a new person. I really hope that by the time our surveyor's been round and given us the go ahead, we will have sold ours.
At the weekend we both got new glasses, I'm really chuffed with mine, they are clear plastic and for the first time ever they are designer, which doesn't mean much to me but I hope they will last well.
Dad came up to London yesterday, he picked up a bike bit from Bikefix, we had a pub lunch in a very nice Victorian pub on red lion street called the enterprise, we then walked over to Oxford street and looked for the Ed Alleyne Johnson CD cos Dad's lost his tape and managed to pick up about both Purple Violin Concertos plus some Finnish music and some French Algerian music. He also bought me the Lord of the Rings sound track to all three films which was gratefully received by Toby and me. It was as much as anything in repayment for all the finding I did - for some reason I'm better at finding CD's than the old fossil!
I bought Dad a really cool grundig DAB radio in return for the bike he bought me in January which he also got to see for the first time out the back of my place.
We went to see Van Helsing with Allie and Si with a couple of their friends. It was one of the worst films I've ever seen and I'd say the worst I've gone to the pictures to see. No plot, wooden acting, bad continuity, good CGI and about 12 false endings, the faces in the sky with the glistening tear really took the biscuit.
Toby's really onnit about clothes at the moment and keeps getting mardy when ever the subject comes up. He's having a complete identity crisis when it comes to what to wear and what not to wear.
He's just emailed me to apologise for being quite scathing this morning in reaction to my suggestion to use a form letter to reply to a flat viewing enquiry. Turns out the form letter wasn't as bad as he thought it was. I know roughly what he's going through, it's all about getting it right. We are both under pressure to get this phase of the plan right.
Time is ticking and we don't have the backing from our family and piers because none have them have attempted something like this before. It's exciting going out on a limb, but the fear of looking stupid gets us every time and we end up taking it out on each other.
I'm glad and proud to be in the position we are in and know that whatever happens we wouldn't have it any other way.
Loads going on at the moment, good and not so good. The flat went on the market mid last week, we've had about 5 enquiries, the first viewer didn't like it, wouldn't say more than he didn't like being on a main road. The second came round last night and has put in an offer of 230k, we've offered back with 233k and he's going to talk to his work. We had another email this morning from a new person. I really hope that by the time our surveyor's been round and given us the go ahead, we will have sold ours.
At the weekend we both got new glasses, I'm really chuffed with mine, they are clear plastic and for the first time ever they are designer, which doesn't mean much to me but I hope they will last well.
Dad came up to London yesterday, he picked up a bike bit from Bikefix, we had a pub lunch in a very nice Victorian pub on red lion street called the enterprise, we then walked over to Oxford street and looked for the Ed Alleyne Johnson CD cos Dad's lost his tape and managed to pick up about both Purple Violin Concertos plus some Finnish music and some French Algerian music. He also bought me the Lord of the Rings sound track to all three films which was gratefully received by Toby and me. It was as much as anything in repayment for all the finding I did - for some reason I'm better at finding CD's than the old fossil!
I bought Dad a really cool grundig DAB radio in return for the bike he bought me in January which he also got to see for the first time out the back of my place.
We went to see Van Helsing with Allie and Si with a couple of their friends. It was one of the worst films I've ever seen and I'd say the worst I've gone to the pictures to see. No plot, wooden acting, bad continuity, good CGI and about 12 false endings, the faces in the sky with the glistening tear really took the biscuit.
Toby's really onnit about clothes at the moment and keeps getting mardy when ever the subject comes up. He's having a complete identity crisis when it comes to what to wear and what not to wear.
He's just emailed me to apologise for being quite scathing this morning in reaction to my suggestion to use a form letter to reply to a flat viewing enquiry. Turns out the form letter wasn't as bad as he thought it was. I know roughly what he's going through, it's all about getting it right. We are both under pressure to get this phase of the plan right.
Time is ticking and we don't have the backing from our family and piers because none have them have attempted something like this before. It's exciting going out on a limb, but the fear of looking stupid gets us every time and we end up taking it out on each other.
I'm glad and proud to be in the position we are in and know that whatever happens we wouldn't have it any other way.
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
I have just written a ranting email to the bbc about the state of britain's drivers, then deleated it. I really do have a grudge to bear on the state of the roads and since working for the police I'm horrified how many people get away with literally murder because their vehicle isn't registered and they are therefore untracible. I would guess that the lost revenue, loss of lives and the rest due to vehicles owned but not registered and insured or licenced to drive amounts to a alot. Gosh I have quite a bee in my bonnet today!
I wonder what can be done if anything. I think that a card system when you fill up with petrol would work and you can't get petrol unless you are licenced to drive. I suppose the petrol companies would loose alot of money... ahhh...
Back to work!
I wonder what can be done if anything. I think that a card system when you fill up with petrol would work and you can't get petrol unless you are licenced to drive. I suppose the petrol companies would loose alot of money... ahhh...
Back to work!
