Sometimes general rants, sometimes specific rants. Sometimes pants. You spins the wheel, you takes yer chance!

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Ding Dong, the Sniffling's Gone!

Recovered from the dose, but I seem to have passed it on to a few people at work, carrier monkey that I am. Oh well. I just pass on the same advice that my sympathetic brother gave me – Soak it up, Sicko!

The Too-Early-For-Christmas panic attacks only get worse now, and I’m not the only one who’s freaking out. While looking around the shops on Sunday afternoon, I was almost trampled on by a stampede of consumers, pushing at tills, grimacing like they’ve got hot coals in their undies, buying all around them. ‘Tis the Season to be awful, it would seem. I still regard this time of year as Autumn, in that if there isn’t frost on my nose when I wake up in the morning, then winter hasn’t really set in.

Mam called last night to pass on trouser size info (that’s what she told me to get Dad for Christmas), but only realised that she had failed to check the size after she had dialled my number. She threw the phone at Sib 2 so he could chat while she went to check out the trews. When she came back, my Dad had come into the hall, and stood beside her waiting to talk to me. She came back on the phone and in her best secret agent voice said “it’s 31 degrees in South Africa today, remember you asked me about that? 31.” I wasn’t exactly sure what she was talking about for a minute, but then finally copped on (I would be a pretty crappy agent). She left the phone to a very confused Dad, who probably now thinks someone’s bringing him to South Africa for Christmas.

Going to a cocktails and poker party tonight. Because I don’t have enough vices already.

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Monday, November 07, 2005

Struck Down

Sorry I haven’t written in a while, I was struck down (“in the primbe of libe!”) with a cold last week, so I was pretty busy moaning about that. Still not 100% better yet, but nobody cares, so I’ll quit complaining. Yeah right! My ears are blocked, so I can’t hear my whining, so I don’t care! Just back from Grafton St, where I’ve stocked up on decongestant, Vitamin C, Echinacea, and the rest, which will more than likely all cancel each other out. The vitamin and supplements shelves were almost empty, so either the nation is bracing itself for winter ills, or the nation will be giving (and receiving) nought but medicinal compounds in their stockings this Christmas.

Speaking of, all the gear for said season is starting to appear in the shops, although Brown Thomas have yet to reveal their big window display, crackers, port and plum pudding have been available in M&S for many weeks now. At the moment, I just find it faintly amusing, it’ll take a few more weeks before I become homicidal and filled with consumer rage.

In happier news, my iPod (now christened alPod) finally arrived last week. A little cushion to ease the pain of the last birthday. It’s lovely and shiny and thin and black, and as soon as I get my hearing back, I’ll be listening to all my favourite tunes. Rock on.