twenty minutes...

... to fill before 5pm and why not here. I have spent the day whizzing around houses and amusing myself on viewings by playing with various cute cats and dogs that have been at home. Mind on the job? Perhaps not but animals are infinitely more fun than people. One cat made a bid for freedom out of the garden and down a lane so I had to herd it back into the garden with my clipboard.

I actually also need a wee and have my legs crossed accordingly. Its not at the stage where its all I'm thinking about though so I'll leave it until I've finished this.

Nick's not getting home til 8:30 tonight, which is a bit sucky but I can catch up on Lost at least which I videoed the other day. And maybe tidy the house and cook dinner if I'm feeling energetic.

Tomorrow its another DIY day of treats but I must must must do something tomorrow night, I have not been out socially in so long and it is HALLOWEEEEEEEEEN this weekend, my fave time of year! Must do something fun. I feel some graveyard lurking or scary film watching coming on. Woo.

Corpse Bride was OK but not as brilliant as I was expecting - my hopes were clearly too high. And again with the sound levels! They can never get them right in there! Also, there were a bunch of annoying teenagers in the row in front giggling and texting each other the entire way through it. Bring the new cinema is all I say.

Just succombed to my bladder. This is now post-wee. and now I think it's time to wrap up and turn this bad boy off, although its still 15 minutes to go I want to be limbered up to make a run for it at 5 on the dot.

Byee and have a lovely drunken spooksome weekend.

xxx

Corpse

Well now. A busy couple of days, and I'm off again in half an hour on another viewing.

Yesterday I got an offer agreed on a whopping big house and, if it goes through, it will be the most expensive sale I've done. Unfortunately at this estate agents I get no commission! So my boss will get a nice slice of approx £14,000 while I get nada. So although I'm pleased I did the sale I wish I had done it at my last place of work where I could have bought a new sofa or something with the proceeds. I have been running about like mad on viewings and my feet actually ache.

Tonight I'm off to see Corpse Bride with Rachel, Bex and Rachel's little sister, apparentely. Lets hope I don't fall asleep during it. The local cinema is so shit and crappy, you can't hear what the characters are saying half the time as they have the sound levels all wrong. Hence you miss out on half the plot. I really didn't understand any of Constantine when I watched it there, (maybe that was just the substandard plot though). Hopefully this film will be quite easy to follow as its an animation. I feel cheated every time I go but it is nice to see the films when they are released, rather than watching wobbly pirate versions or waiting for them to come on Sky. I CAN'T WAIT for THE LION THE WITCH AND THE WARDROBE in December!!! VOMIT with excitement!! Also Harry Potter in November, purely for the dragons you see.

Ben came round last night and we watched Grand Designs where the tree surgeon dude builds a house out of logs in the middle of the forest, pure genius. So you know what I mean I have included a photo of his finished house I just found on their website. Isn't it beautiful? All made out of local wood from the surrounding forest.

I also made Ben & Nick sit through What Not to Wear although I know in my heart it is crap telly, I can't help myself.

Baggy eyes

I have changed the name of this blog, and probably will again soon because I do get bored quite quickly. It's to do with being a gemini I guess. My other gemini traits are:

1) I am two faced, or possibly even three or four faced, but that's typical of most people, not just geminis so nothing to worry about there.

2) I'm bored of this list already. Jesus, what does that say.

My hot or not score is 8.6% today, in a secret part of myself I am quite proud, although the photo is a bit of a cheat as it was a few years ago. Now I have big bags under my eyes and bitten fingernails. Oh the stress of modern life. Actually, my life is quite stressy at the mo' as I am a bit OCD about cleaning and I haven't been able to do as much as usual the last couple of weeks as my time is now sucked away at the flat doing DIY.

My cat keeps chucking up furballs and biscuits, and both my kitchen at home AND the office at work are being haunted by FUNNY SMELLS.
At home its like gone off cat food. Molly has probably pushed a lump of food under the fridge and it is now festering with maggots and ecoli. At work though, it is a total mystery. I opened up today and the whole office smelled like what I can only describe as a teenage boys unaired bedroom. I have sniffed every corner of the small kitchen and office and cannot pinpoint where it's coming from. I have left the doors wide open but I can't tell if the smell has gone or if I have just got used to it. I may have to invest in some chemical fake smelly plug-ins or something to cover it up.

Ooh look at the time. I have some viewings to do in half an hour. Haven't met the viewers before, I hope they're nice. Can't stand untalkative assholes on viewings where I have to make all the effort.

xx

Bleeeuuuuur

Why oh why did I have to stay up last night and watch the directors cut of Dawn of the Dead????

I couldn't sleep all night long after that horror-fest, and now I am sat at work with a pulsing pain in my temple and the feeling that I am only half here. The other half is still wrapped up tight in bed having nightmares about zombies. The special features are excellent on the DVD though, there are mock News reports and video diaries of the minor characters.

I have just been dicking around on that Hot or Not website, sending my profile to some really whacked out looking people. Would be funny if they reply.

Am reading Silk by Caitlan Kiernan, brought it with me to work today seeing as I'm sat here on my own with no customers evident (thank God!), LOTR has been set aside for a few days but that's OK cos it is easy to go back to.

Well I am not doing myself any favours by staring at a computer screen, so I'm signing off for now my little darklings.

xxx

Hot or Not?

G'Morning.

I have just added my Hot or Not picture to this blog, it's really old, I was about 22 when it was taken and my hair was way long & bushy. Feel free to give me nil points.

I went to see Serenity last night with Rachel. What an excellent film! Really rated it, it was very funny in the same kind of sarcastic humour that was so profilic in Buffy (it was the same guy behind it, apparentely. Joss Whelan.) It is sci fi, in the true sense of the word - a massive space opera where the characters actually take the main stage rather than the special effects. So unusual and welcome to find.

We ate before the movie and found a Thai takeaway called Sian. We ate massive amounts of green curry and coconut rice, then munched our way through some Haribo Tangfastics during the film, the best sweets ever in my opinion. So quite a decadent evening then, food wise.

Nick is back from Jersey tonight after a week away reporting on the local elections, poor soul. And its probably another heavy DIY bender this weekend for us so not much to look forward to. I have the misfortune to be working tomorrow morning so may write again as I will be in abject boredom no doubt. Ooh - tomorrow night, though, we are going to see the Bad News Blues Band, now isn't that a cool band name.

Sorry not much in the way of intellectual spoutings today, just a rundown of what I've been up to. But there you go, that's my life and I'm not feeling terribly wise or philosophical today. Maybe later when I've fed my brain with chocolate we might see some wisdom.

Funeral Attire

I have to go to a funeral in just over 2 hours time. So today I have on my black suit, all funereal and dignified I hope. It was my Godmothers father and he was 92 which is a ripe old age as they say.

I went shopping in Jersey at the weekend, for a wedding dress chiefly. And what fun it was. I highly recommend trying on wedding dresses. I can't go into details about the one I found incase Mr Sameranda reads this but suffice to say I did find one and it is tres pretty. We also had Sunday lunch at the hotel they used in Bergerac. I couldn't get the theme song out of my head the entire meal.

I may go to see Serenity tonight or tomorrow night at the pictures. Sadly, I am a Buffy geek fan and I hope this film will live up to expectations. I finished P&P last week, totally devoured that book and am back on LOTR. So far the Company have just entered the Mines of Moria ... wooo scary. There's something very satisfying about rereading old books, you need to leave a few years between doing this but there will always be extra stuff you didn't notice the first time round.

Well, wish me luck for this afternoon. I had better not cry because I am wearing mascara. It is seeing other people cry that always sets me off.

Woo and Yay

So I have a dank and dirty empty half hour here and I'm ready to entertain. Just been reminded that I'm expected to partake in a pub quiz tonight - oh joy and rapture! If there are any history/sports questions then I'm badgered.

Have just come back from a viewing at a scrubby little block of flats. Found a bunch of tenants in the front room of the first one, all huddled together smoking fags and watching Meet the Fockers. Dirty knickers on the bedroom floor and heaps of stuff piled everywhere. God I envy them! I wish I had the kind of lifestyle where I couldn't give a shit about housework and could sit and watch telly/smoke fags all day long. I could so easily be such a drop out slob, a la Waynette from Harry Enfield, if my life hadn't quite gone the way it did. Instead I wear suits and have to be perfectly neat and presentable. Damn.

Later on I'm off out to put on the market a vinery. These are always fairly interesting as the people running them are inevitably good characters to study, they still eke a living from the land like folk from days gone by. I feel a bit sorry for them like they've been left behind by the modern age. Mind you they normally staff the vineries with blond Latvian immigrants who are far too pretty to be doing manual labour. So I don't feel too sorry for them. The last one I took on had a load of rabbits inside the greenhouses just completely un-scared of humans, sitting there eating all the crop.

I have just managed to load up a photo, my very first one! Woo Yay. That is me on the right, quite pissed at a wedding reception with my friend Seonaid next to me and Nick next to her. Can't remember what we were laughing at.

Shrooby Tuesday

So then, for another day another entry. It is another quiet one at work, hence the time to create another rambly type essay on what I have been up to. Or not up to as the case may be.

Yesterday I was so weary and couldn't be bothered with much. I got home, cooked tea (spag bol with quorn mince, a trusty favourite) and slobbed out rereading Pride & Prejudice. I'm at the bit where Lizzy is visiting Mr & Mrs Collins. She has just arrived and hasn't met lady Catherine yet. At the moment she hates Darcy with a passion and still likes Mr Wickham. Nick was watching that 'Age Swap' programme which had Peter Andre on it. Trash telly really. Molly was sick on the kitchen floor but only phlegm, I think there is probably a fur ball in there that needs to come out.

I got so engrossed in my book I didn't do any ironing or other housework, so that will be done tonight. Plus I've apparentely promised to cut Nick's hair. This is always a chore as I am very slow and particular about it, for fear of making him look mangy and lopsided.

I'm going for lunch with Rachel in an hour or so, to this cute little cafe, 'A Piece of Cake'. I am hoping for lemon or chocolate cake in particular. Then this afty I have a couple of viewings later on at a flat in town. Oh the excitement, I can hardly stand it.

I had an email yesterday out of the blue from a girl I knew many years ago. Pippa was a friend when I lived in Winchester in 1998. She was an interesting character as was a strict goth in every sense of the word. She lived & breathed goth culture and was only ever to be seen in black. Well we lost touch, as people do over the years and I think, if she is still quite gothic/fetishy then she might be a bit disappointed in me as I have mellowed at the edges since those days. I think as you get older you feel a bit foolish going out in public wearing PVC corsets and biker boots. Once I was past the age of 20 I just felt too old to get away with it. Also, I was never morbid enough to be a proper fully fledged gothling like her. It was more a case of hippy skirts and tie dye.

PS I have just added a link to my favourite website, b3ta. For hours of fun when you're bored at work, no need to thank me.

Monday Monday

So it was a brief weekend, one that I have come out of feeling slightly cheated. I am one of those people that needs her own space and time to relax. But the maisonette we've just bought still looks like a builders yard and needed serious attention.

So instead of relaxing and doing sporadic bits of housework I have spent the entire weekend stood on a chair taping and jointing our ceilings. Which means filling in the gaps between the bits of plasterboard that have just gone up.

We didn't envision having to replace the original ceilings but when we found out that there was:

A. no soundproofing between ourseves and the flat upstairs, you could literally hear him stirring his tea.

B. nothing really supporting his floor and the structural engineer told us that he could fall through the floor into our flat "at any time" we got a bit freaked and had to put in a load of steel beams.

Builders. What a nightmare. I kind of expected it though as I don't know anyone who has had a good experience with them. Ours is an alchoholic whose breath smells of whisky. In retrospect, probably not the best choice but too late now.

I went to see the new Pride & Prejudice film on Friday night. I gritted my teeth and managed not to shout out loud at the bits I didn't like. I'm not a Jane Austen afficionado apart from this particular novel. Which I love. Anyway the guy playing Darcy was OK in the end. And Keira wasn't actually that bad either in fact. I liked the series though which I still vastly prefer.

PS I have just put a photo onto my profile which is a bit of a cheesefest. Apologies but I had trouble with the one I actually wanted as it was too big a file. We were at a friends wedding hence Nick's suit and the gorgonzola grins.

Getting there

After yesterdays sporadic attempts to create a blog and decide what sort of approach to take I have been having a good look around some of the recommended sites and I have decided that out and out honesty is the best policy. And not to try to be too clever because that will just annoy people.

So, where to start?

I am a 26 year old girl living, at the moment, on a small island. This has many pros and cons but I'll talk about that later.

I live with my boyfriend, actually 'fiance' but that is such a farty horrible word I can't bring myself to say it out loud. Not that I'm against marrying him, I said yes for goodness sake, but introducing him as that makes me sound like I'm full of it. I might as well flash my engagement ring in your face. We're getting married next Summer, on an even smaller island.

I also live with Molly, she is a very small black cat. She loves tuna, mackeral, chicken and cream. And any small insects that get in her way. And the occasional sparrow, though that was only once and I think it was dead already as I don't think she has it in her to kill something half her size.

I work, full time, as an estate agent, which can be a really interesting and fun job, and at other times very frustrating. My boyfriend Nick is a journalist over here.

I'm at work at the moment. There's not much going on. I sometimes get days like this where no one wants to view a house so I just sit twiddling my thumbs, clicking my clicky shoulder and internet surfing. I'm sure most people get days like that. I'm going to a big house later on though. At lunchtime. It's on the market for £695,000. That is a lot of money. I think I'll go early and turn all the lights on, I'm sure they can afford the electric bill. The good news is that I live close by so I can go home for lunch after.

Well for my first proper post I hope that was OK. I thought it best to get the boring stuff out of the way, the whos and the whats.

Can this be true?

Can an internet ameteur like me manage to follow simple instructions and end up with her own space on the web?
Testing testing...

If so it must be fool proof.
The next question is, naturally enough, whether any else would be willing to read this. I think I can safely say that I don't think so. Which leads me on to the question, "is this whole thing pointless?"

In the next exciting episode we will find out.