Tinkerbell's Pages

On enjoying half term (despite the weather)...

I am officially in a good mood today! OK, so the weather over the Bank Holiday weekend was completely crap (as predicted), but today it is sunny here - well, at the moment anyway - and I am still off work! In fact, I've got the rest of the week off because it's half term (yay!) Big sis has got the same half term as me this time and we have not let the bad weather dampen our spirits so far. On Friday evening we went into London and did a bit of clothes shopping, followed by going to watch The Hound of the Baskervilles at the Duchess Theatre. OH MY GOD - it was brilliant! So funny. I'd highly recommend it if you haven't seen it (and the tickets only cost a tenner each - bargain!)

Was supposed to go to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie on Saturday, but boyfriend had been attacked by a mean flu bug at the end of last week, so he didn't want to venture out of the flat. Big sis and I decided to make Saturday our Brighton day out since it looked as if it was to be the only day not pouring with rain and we made the right decision. In Brighton, although it was grey and miserable, we only had a couple of spots of rain, whereas at home, according to the boyfriend it had been 'p***ing down all day'!

It's all change around here at the moment. Am helping Big sis to move into her new flat next Saturday and it now seems, that despite the complete lack of brain of the woman at the housing association, the boyfriend and I might finally be moving into our very own home sometime in July after all. Just a few more bits of paperwork to sort out and that'll hopefully be it. Very exciting!

On looking forward to a sunny half term...

Have finally re-surfaced from under five days worth of SATS paper marking and at last the sun is shining! I have got 36 reports to think about writing at some point, but at least I've still got a few more weeks to sort that out. Am looking forward to next week - not only is it a bank holiday on Monday, but it's also the start of half term. Yippee! Have got some nice things planned too - going out with big sis in London on Friday night, watching the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie on Saturday and will probably go down to Brighton for the day on Sunday (hopefully the weather will be good.) Must also use this rare opportunity to catch up with at least two or three poor neglected friends sometime over the course of the week. Will also be celebrating  six months (!) since baby neice was born next weekend.

Am helping big sis to move into her new flat on June 9th - alas, still no news on our flat. Got lots of paperwork through from the solicitors today, but still nothing from the housing association. By the end of this week it will be a MONTH since I originally sent off the paperwork to them. Was hoping to be settled in the new flat by the beginning of the summer holidays, but as time goes by that's starting to look less and less likely.

On the art of romance...

I realised the other day that tomorrow (May 19th) is exactly twelve years to the day since the boyfriend and I first met (yup, TWELVE YEARS - count 'em!) We didn't get it together as a couple for another two years after that, but that's another (very long and involved) story. Anyway, thinking about this last night, I said to the boyfriend, "Did you know that on Saturday it's exactly twelve years to the day since we first met? Maybe at the weekend we should do something to celebrate." After a couple of minutes silence, the boyfriend replied, "Actually, I was thinking - I'd really like to go and see 28 Weeks Later this weekend." Typical. What a beautiful way to celebrate and cherish our long-standing relationship. Going to see a movie full of monsters ripping people to shreds and feasting on their brains. That really says a lot about us as a couple... : )

On becoming a little impatient with life...

I am (yet again) not enjoying life much at the moment. Apart from spending yet another joyous week of suffering with an agonizing sore throat (am currently living off a daily mixture of Nurofen, disposable aspirin and antibiotics - YUM!), the house-buying venture is becoming a real nightmare. At present, the vendor is having a go at the estate agents because nothing is happening and the mortgage people are having a go at the mortgage advisor because nothing is happening, so guess who they're both having a go at? Yup, you've got it - little old me! Since none of this standstill is my fault, I decided to have a go at someone else. Except I'm not really like that - I politely phoned the chimps who work at the housing association who are supposed to be sorting out our loan, just to enquire if they had got my paperwork. About three calls later and after being passed from pillar to post and being told everyone was in a meeting or had gone home, I finally got to speak to a charming woman who argued that she had already told me my paperwork had been received (not true) and that I would have a reply in the post by today (not true). Then she hung up on me (great customer service skills.) Anyway, the postman has merrily been on his way and gone again this morning, unsurprisingly leaving nothing from the loans people. Rang them this afternoon to 'politely enquire' once again what was going on, but of course, they had all aready gone home. Again. So now I face receiving phonecalls tomorrow from all those who I promised I would have answers for. But I do not have these answers. Due to the chimps in the office who have sat on my paperwork for the last two weeks and are probably going to make us lose our flat altogether at the rate they're going : (