Don’t you just hate it when your day starts off with something horrible? Yesterday was good – evil work admittedly, but then a nice afternoon in the pub and then a skype chat avec my oldies who spent a while remembering old songs I used to love to make me laugh. Seriously, stuff like “Big Panty Woman” and Morecambe and Wise stuff. It was brilliant.
And then I woke up this morning and Hairy asked if I had any change that I could spare him so he could get the bus home tonight; I banished him to find my bag and purse. My purse is gone – not in the house, not been handed in so far. The most annoying thing is that I didn’t even have much money in there – no more than about £5 in change. It’s just everything else that’s gone, and that’s all my cards, all my ID and my bank card. Cancelled my card, contacted people about lost ID and reported it to the local police station. *sigh* I wanted to get on and clean the house today before Sister mine turns up, but I’ve got all distracted. Tea is needed!
One of the nicest things about this palaver was my cousin getting in touch to tell me she’s been stalking me and that I’m very pretty. Particularly more recently – just goes to show I get better with age!
I wrote that post yesterday about wanting to know that people like you. I guess I got what I wished for – my cousin telling me she loves me, and one of my friends texting to say that she enjoyed spending time with me yesterday. And obviously my parents doing their awesome thing with the music.