Lock and Loaded

So we had new locks fitted today. Because our old look was flimsy and we live in London so are constant under siege from people who want to steal our stuff. So we went from an old Yale lock to a pimped out mac daddy shiny new cooper lock. (Will attach picture later it is truly a masterpiece of engineering.)

Anyway I made the error of arranging the appointment when Jamie wasn’t at home. Which essentially meant when the boys gave me instructions on how to use the lock I had to remember it all by myself. The first time they explained I listened for about 30 seconds and then I started to think about what I was wearing on Saturday and realised far too late that he had finished explaining stuff and I hadn’t heard a word. So I asked him to explain again and then realised why I had tuned out the first time, because it was too complicated and I couldn’t understand it. And then I asked him to go through it a third time and he said ‘don’t worry all the instructions are in the leaflet.’ Hmm so I read the leaflet and it is two paragraphs long and that is just how to open the door, which includes the following ‘turn the lock a quarter in the outside cylinder and rotate to the stop (which way you fools, surely this is key in opening a lock instructions!) move the door in the opening direction whilst holding the bolt in the withdrawn position with the key until the bolt projects…’ Holy shit I think I am spending a night in the rain, seriously a NASA scientist could not open this door.

So before I left today I was very careful with the lock and that’s right you guessed I locked myself in and couldn’t get out of my own house. Had a mild panic and had to ring the shop to get them to explain the lock to me, they were very amused. I was not. God knows how I am going to get inside tonight. Wish me luck.

xxxxx

sore drea

i have dislocated my shoulder. it is so sore. i am writing with my one handed left handed typing. it hurts. x-ray says no permanent damage but i am wearing my sling and look like a 1950's first aid dummy. and today it was my friend lucy's birthday so went to MacDonald's and i got ketchup on it, so now it looks like a chav sling. and the she asked me to carry her balloon back to the office. which i did, the balloon and sling attracted some strange looks.
have to go now and whimper with pain.

xxxx
the cause of the injury was a touch rugby collison with Mike Opie, the big bully.
am also very drowsy from pain medication hence the apalling punctuation above.

new things

So before I was stressed and angry and now Jamie has found a cracking deal on the internet. We have bought a new TV for half the price of it’s retail value. Funny how a nice new TV can snap me out of a bad mood with Jamie. I am truly excited about the television. It was the highlight of my weekend, apart from the sun. Sun and TV that’s all it takes to make me happy.

xxxxx

Ps also thanks to Johann for his generous financial donation which has allowed us such luxury.

pps also work started on the bathroom this morning and met the plumber he was polish and nice. Although he drives a brand new BMW, this makes me a little bit suspious, just can't put my finger on why. hmmmm.

It's hot, hot hot!

Summer has finally come and it is hot and not a cloud in the sky. I have been out all day in sun for two days storing up energy like a lizard. I am a lizard a nice hot contented lizard.

please, please god don't take this weather away from me. I promise I'll go to church and everything.

drea xxxx

ps I will go to church, once, before I die, He can't ask for more than that.

Stress is rising...

You may wonder why the blog has been quiet for a few weeks. I have been overcome with house moving stuff and I wish I could say that Jamie and I have sailed through because we are super organised and we have worked together as team. But this would be a lie, it has been so stressful. I know that moving house is stressful for everyone, but it has been most stressful for me and Jamie. (it’s an official Guinness book of records fact) Jesus so much stuff to do, so many arguments to have. I have had two proper tantrums, one in Ikea and one because I didn’t understand an excel spreadsheet. Proper throw your toys out of the pram and slam the door tantrums. Jamie finds this hilarious which obviously doesn’t help the situation. Our stress culminated in an argument today because he ordered me a bacon sandwich with ketchup on it. I hate ketchup in bacon sandwiches, it spoils the flavour of the bacon, and we argued about it for about 20 minutes and in public and then in butchers shop. And then he walked outside to cool off and then we picked up the previously ordered bacon sandwhichs and there wasn’t any ketchup on it anyway. So a totally wasted argument in which nothing was resolved, my favourite kind.
But at least I got a bacon sandwich with no ketchup.

And so now in a week we are moving into our new flat, bathroom work begins on Monday and next Saturday when the man with a van comes and helps us move. Also can I just say to all those people living in New Zealand. You are lucky sods. Over here to park on our street we have to pay, if anyone like the plumber wants to park on our street we have to pay, about £9 a day. Do the conversion it will give you a heart attack. I tell you, you don’t get anything for free in this country except maybe a stress related ulcer. I remember fondly the day when I would drive to visit a friend and just casually park outside their house. Sometimes there would actually be more than one space outside there house in which to park, an urban legend in london. Ahh NZ I miss you.

Anyway more pictures of new bathroom to come and flat with our shiny new Ikea purchases in it.

Love to you all drea xxx

Ps can I also say that when estate agents say they room will look bigger without any furniture in it, this is a lie the room always looks smaller without furniture, this is also a Guinness book of records fact.