July 2007 Archives

The conversation goes a little something like this:

me: Have you seen that some guy pinched a Channel 4 reporter's bum on a live report?

ian: Yeah, I know! But have you seen that they're trying to track him down, to fine him £80? Some public behaviour act.

me: They should! That poor woman!

ian: What? Why? It's not that bad.

me: How would you feel if that were me? I mean, she's somebody's girlfriend, or wife?

ian: Fine. My bum gets pinched all the time.

me: *sarcastic smile* No, I think it's wrong. I can't believe you think that's ok!

ian: It's totally ok. If that was me, and they tracked me down, I'd be all "here's the 80 quid man. It was worth it."

What do you think? I think it's wrong - you don't just touch people like that?

Now this is lunch - yummy sushi, made only yummier by free mini-tins of Pepsi Max and a free cookie - I love freebies in London at lunchtime! Only yesterday I scored 4 mini bottles of a new Nivea sun cream variant, awesomeness.

Payday, combined with high street sales, has resulted in some spending, not least on a new pretty white empire line dress. I bound into the kitchen, swinging around with my hands in it's little pockets (I almost melted when I found these while trying it on), only to have Ian tell me "I don't like those dresses, you know, the ones that are tight just under your chest and then flow down? They're like maternity dresses. Yeah I hate those."

Oh really Ian? REALLY? You mean, empire line, that style, that's like ALL THE DRESSES I OWN? And have been wearing loads of lately? Great!

Not that I think of him while choosing clothes. No, I wear my clothes for me, and me alone. Cos, you know, if that were really true, I'd wear my jimjams 24/7.

Gutted at this fashion snub (this is the man who told me that he hated leggings - during this year's autumn - I know, right girls, RIGHT?). Ian - you are about as on-trend as... well... a South African male, I guess. Figures. I love my swingy white dress with pockets and turquoise stitching. It makes me happy, even if you think I look like a pregnant heifer. FACE!

In other news, in case you didn't know, we found a flat. Things are moving along, not as swiftly as hoped, but there is movement. We're excited!

Q. If your housemate lets you drive her car,go on holiday with her and share her bed with her what do you think that means?

A. If your housemate lets you drive her car & share her bed with her, it probably means she's your wife. Look out for little people - they're your children.

This gal is living her life according to answers provided by AQA. Helps that she's also a really eloquent writer!

Good stuff.

Ugh I keep starting blog posts and deleting them after one sentence...

See, first sentence, your days are likely numbered... if I can carry on writing you're safe, otherwise you're toast!

We're looking at property. We've had some good luck in finding what we want, and then bad luck in that we can't stretch to afford it... so now we're looking and may have something in the works. I don't want to jinx it, so I won't go into detail about our search, or any actual detail really, but I just want to put it out there because there is nothing I'm thinking about more than this right now.

I think that once you embark on buying a place, you learn something about the way you deal with this kind of situation - whether or not it may eventually break you. There are those who are able to stay very detached, keep their emotions in check (Ian) and then you get my type, who is moved in, standing over the sink in pajamas, eating a plum and looking dreamily out the window in the sun - in my head, after five minutes in someone else's kitchen. I mentally move myself in, and if I really like what I see, it eats me up inside while I wait until we get back in the car to hear what Ian thinks.

He's a lot more pragmatic, like he says, he knows when it's a NO. I see a maybe, perhaps, if we knocked down that wall and turned that kitchen into a bathroom, that cupboard into a whole bedroom, that JETSKI IN THE GARDEN THAT SOMEHOW FIT THROUGH THE WHOLE FLAT, INTO A GARDEN FEATURE WITH FOUNTAINS AND GNOMES?

We've seen some amazing places, and some absolute shockers. The things people do to the places they live absolutely astounds me - why would you put an enormous admin-requiring fishtank into your tiny living room? And put laminate flooring over period floorboards? And paint your living room the colour of dark seaweed?

We have plans, and solicitors, and are looking to spend more money than I want to think about too hard. These are heady times, friends, and I'm so glad I have such normal boyfriend to tell me to calm down about 50 times a day! Please hold thumbs for us.