Hoover Anger

I broke my vacuum cleaner last night whilst in a hoovering frenzy. The fucking thing. Also to make matters worse I had just shaken out the fake sheepskin rug onto the carpet so there were bits of crap everywhere. Nick thinks we can order the head part (which is the bit I snapped) for about £32. It is a Henry hoover.

Annoying though as I was trying to actually do housework. And now I have another bill to pay.

Actually I have to rescind slightly as it has been an exceptionally good hoover up until this point. Touch wood. I was being quite violent with it.

I had to give the beamer back this morning. I got quite attached to it as I drove it last night (without stalling, I hasten to add. Nick couldn't believe I'd stalled it as it is diesel. I can stall anything, even my old automatic Clio once!) and it was lovely. In the dark there are little lights under each door handle so you can see to open it in the dark - genius! Apparentely the Smart needs its break discs sorting ASAP so it's going back in again Tuesday week.

Feeling quite tired as went out for this meal (v nice: smoked chicken pate with mango sauce, beef bourginan (sp?) and rum & nutmeg panna cotta, mmmmm,) then home and got hooked on the latest installment of Lost on E4 so was after midnight before bed. Its this Bon Jovi thing tonight I said I'd go to, not sure if I'm going to be able to hold out for the whole night, unless it absolutely rocks and I don't have to drive. Am tempted to pull out but I think I've done that one time too many recently.

Another bad thing is that I've pulled a big thread in my nice work trousers on a carpet tack while on a viewing. This house needs serious TLC and is full of dry rot, wet rot, any kind of rot you can think of actually and I was trying to be careful not to touch anything apart from what was absolutely necessary (door handles and light switches) but I guess I wasn't looking down enough.

I'm about half way through Silk, by Caitlin Kiernan. I'm still waiting for something to happen but I'm not sure if its one of those books that just mosees along and then ends suddenly. I hope not. It is quite good if a bit depressing to read. The general message of it so far seems to be:
1) goths are cool
2) anyone who's not a goth is either a boring office worker, a neglecting parent or a redneck thug.
It does suck you in though which is what you want out of a good book. I reserve judgement until the end!

More later, if I have time.

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