White rabbit and no returns and all that jazz. I used to send out a text to lots of people on the first, normally about midnight if I was still up at that time! I’ve stopped doing that now since there aren’t that many people I actually would want to hear back from! Well, it’s early on the 1st August here in England and Hairy’s off at work and going to go sign our tenancy agreement for our new house after work today. There are no words for how happy I am that we’re going to be moving, even though we’re out of boxes and barely halfway packed and we need to buy light bulbs and magnolia paint to cover up the marks we’ve made on the walls.
I’ll be taking a tonne of photos over the weekend to show you our wonderful new little home, and as we get unpacked and find everything its place. I’m excited that we’re actually going to have a study this time and I really hope that we use it as a study too. I would be overly disappointed to have our little third room and not really do anything with it!
I had a skype chat with Mops and Sister mine last night; sadly you have to have skype premium in order to do a group video call so I spent a lot of time looking at the little blue person and a fairly old photo of Mops and Pops; then I started doing a puzzle in the background because I’m way cool like that!
Do you know what’s weird? Becoming aware of the fact that you’re blinking. Or breathing. Or any part of your bodily functioning that you wouldn’t normally notice but now you can’t stop thinking about. And I just did that to myself and I’m getting all twitchy… Also the fact that we all sit in restaurants and pubs and on the train and we pretend to ignore everybody else around us. It feels different in the cinema (I went to watch Wolverine and it was what you’d expect – Hugh Jackman fest, lots of naked muscle-time), because at least in the cinema there’s a shared activity. But when you’re in a pub and there are people less than two feet away and you carry on having your own conversation… Or in a gig, and you’re pressed up against other people that you’ve never met before and it’s no big deal. It’s weird.
And the fact that public toilets have unwritten rules – always at least one cubicle away from an occupied stall if you can help it, and never ever converse with others. One of my friends broke that rule when we collectively visited the loos and I have to admit I freaked out a little bit. I mean, WHY would you carry on talking to me while I’m peeing?! Or is this normal and I’m just the weird one?
I’m off to start packing, but you guys should know that Hairy’s been insanely lazy and hasn’t helped at all! I require sympathy for this mammoth task of boxing up all our collective hoarding junk.