Something Bad?

It's Friday and I'm tired and it's been a very long week, it's actually past my bedtime but I had to write something before I could retire for the night. 

I always try to look on the bright side but good things happen so rarely, that when something good happens, like the job offer, I am constantly looking behind me and waiting for something bad to bite me on the behind.  I remember finding out the last time I'd been promoted, and thinking I'd crash on the way home.

Anyway, I've been looking behind me and waiting, since I learnt that I have the life changing job, surely there must be some price to pay?  Tuesday, I noticed a new and strange, tinny sound coming from my car as I backed it out of the garage at 5.30am.  Same Wednesday, didn't notice it Thursday, Friday... today, it's got worse, I actually thought the exhaust pipe was trailing along the road, such was the scraping and voluminous noise emitting from my undercarriage.

After a swift phone call to J, she phoned straight back to say, drive over and let G, my dear brother-in -law take a look.  News was not what I had hoped for.  The middle section needs replacing and cannot be fixed or patched up.  I don't get paid for another week so while I am driving around, the exhaust may or may not fall off.  This will help my blood pressure, no end.

As far as bad news goes, I do realise that this is nothing, but it's bad enough.  I'm in work on Sunday, so rather than my earnings going towards my ticket, we now know that it has a new home.

After my trip to have my car diagnosed, I came home... so tired.  Anyway, I decided I needed an hour of TV to unwind before bed and so I watched some pre-recorded "Sex and the City."  I love this show.  It's one of my favourites, ever.  I actually came across an episode I don't remember watching before, it's the one were Miranda's Mother died.  It was so funny in the main, but so touching, (Samantha didn't know how to deal with the grief she was feeling so she of course, turned to sex... except that she had lost her mojo.)  The episode was so well written, funny, raw and realistic, just, exceptionally moving and a brilliant piece of television history, that is one talented crew.  I laughed, I cried, an exceptional episode; "My Motherboard, My Self."

St. Swithin's Day

I was really sorry to hear that Nora Ephron, one of my role models, Queen of the Romantic Comedy, had passed away.  What a legacy she has left us.  She managed to package, hope, humour and heart warming into tidy, 90 minute packages of love, that will keep our hearts from turning to stone, for the rest of time.

I had a lazy, hazy Saturday afternoon.  I did a little housework then dabbled a lot in researching the family tree, which is as frustrating as ever.  When I win the lottery, I'm going to hire an expert to dig up Mark Birch, well, not literally but he won't be able to hide from an expert, that's all I'm saying.  He should be proud to be my Great Grandfather, stop hiding for heavens sake.

I was aiming for an early night, my body was screaming for restorative sleep, however, I had a friend who had other ideas and so it was 11pm before I settled my head on my pillow. 

I wake around 7am, glad of a good sleep, but feeling like I'm coming down with a head cold.  Still, I feel better than when I went to bed.  No jogging this morning, I'm just going to hit the shower, have breakfast and head for coffee. 

It's St. Swithin's Day, which means, (allegedly,) that if it rains today, then it will rain for the next 40 days.  To be perfectly honest, it wouldn't be much different from the last 40 days, although I am tired of getting soaked.  At present, the blue is winning over the grey, however, the grey is the dark, rain filled variety.  I'm just hoping it holds off long enough for me to get home and cut the grass.

I'm in Starbucks, one of the barista's is mortified that she knew I'd be in and the filter coffee isn't ready.  I'm all easy breezy and tell her as long as it's ready within 45 minutes, she doesn't need to worry.  Why sweat the small stuff?  I'm trying out their re-vamped Skinny Blueberry Muffin while they are on special offer.  They taste fresh, tasty, definitely have more fruit in them, and have some variety of oats sprinkled on the top.  Very agreeable, just wish they'd been made wholemeal, instead of white.

I recycle, food shop a little, get fuel then head home to cut the grass before it rains, did not take long at all and I'm done in no time.

I really should be doing some sorting out, but instead, I'm researching the family tree again and have Sex and the City, the movie on in the background.  I love this film and I've watched it so many times already but I've just noticed that Carrie wears a black studded belt, it's probably something like D&G, I'd already noticed that she wore it twice with two different outfits, but I've just noticed another time, just shows you that the woman knows how to accessorise.  Let that be a lesson to you all.

Speaking of Ms Bradshaw, have I told you that I descend from Bradshaw's?  On my Grandad's side, kind of like that, I know that Carrie is fictional, leave me alone, I'm happy.

Mr Regular has just arrived, we acknowledge each other with a, "Morning!" he settles into his usual seat as I have settled into mine.  He then rearranges the surrounding chairs, just how he likes them.  We are funny creatures aren't we?  We know what we like.