I am hungover. I am also still trying to digest the luke-warm/cold fry-up I had in Tesco - thinking it may help me recover. It did not. I feel like my head is filled with marshmallow fluff. And just to put me in an even better mood, BT Broadland, who are always advertising how great they are, keeps crashing on me. I don’t know if this counts as slander but BT BROADBAND ARE SHIT! I’ve just come off the phone to BT in some foreign country or another, feeling happy that my problem will soon be solved. They believe an ASDL filter on the phone socket downstairs will make the signal stronger and prevent it from dying again. When I conveyed this to Mum she explained we already have an ASDL filter on the downstairs phone socket. Epic fail. I believe a switch to Virgin Media shall soon be on the cards.
Saturday nights are becoming fun again. As a single girl, Saturday nights should always be fun. Unfortunately, with one best mate living over an hour away, and another best mate having a son to look after most nights, there’s little alternative options for me. Yesterday was great; BBQ, games and lots of drink (oh and a very dishy blokey!). Great company, all rather like-minded + Pimms = one great Saturday night. Next weekend it’s off to see Emma and Marc in Ipswich and no doubt another fab weekend. Since becoming single things are starting to pick up. Not that I’m saying I wish to stay single, I’m always on the look out for Mr Make Do (I’ve given up on Mr Right).
Now I’m off for a cold shower to blow away the cobwebs, and a laxative to blow away that fry-up. Thanks Tesco. Thanks very much.
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