My So Called Life…

After visiting friends for the weekend the lady in my life persuaded me to buy Singstar for her. We ordered it Saturday evening and all week she’s been like a giddy schoolgirl waiting for it to arrive. That happened today.

First the game itself arrived, but no sign of the microphones, which made me giggle and made her to grow increasingly impatient. Fortunately for her the mics arrived not too long after in the back of a van, so tonight has been filled with the sound of Take That.

I can only hope that tomorrow the other disk arrives so there’ll at least be some other artists available. Either that or it was all a big con to get me to order some tune off the SingStore. Hmm.

I shall now spend Friday humming God-awful Take That tunes to myself and anyone unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity. What has become of me.

At least I got a high score on Eye of the tiger. Wait, what am I saying…

Well, we’ve had a lovely meal at pizza express, opposite the cathedral, where I proposed. We were starving beforehand but we’re both nicely filled now (not like that you dirty bastards) and heading home for a nice cuddle in front of a film or something.

We really should do this more often.

And we’re in. The move went surprisingly well, all considered, hopefully we’ll get our deposit on the old place back soon and all will be well.

We even managed to host Christmas dinner for the folks, which was an achievement in itself, so all in all a pretty good December.

The boy is growing fast and got lots of nice presents, so he’s well chuffed. I can’t say I am after the annoying noisy toy his nanny got him though. Grrr. Mostly he’s just happy running around playing and giggling and exploring the new house.

He seems to have a lot of fun sat in his car seat under the stairs at the moment, although I’m not sure it gives out quite the right message. He’s never even heard of the Potter boy.

We’ve got under a week left at our cozy little flat before we move on to our own proper house. It’s done us well and I think we’ll all leave with some good memories of the old place.

Bring on the weekend!

It’s that time of year again so we’re moving again. This time we’re relocating to the ass end of Heavitree from where we are at the moment in St. David’s.

We’ve got a propper house this time instead of a flat, which is nice, although it looks like they’re trying to rent out where we are at the moment for the same price as we’re going to be paying for a full house. Ha!

I am now the proud owner of a new(ish) HTC Hero which I bought off eBay for a fair few quid. Was a bit concerned at first but all arrived OK and works like a charm.

The original plan was to end my contract and get the new shiny with a new contract, but that wouldn’t be until at least august next year, but as I’ve only had 3 phones in the last 10 years I thought it was about time. And besides I’m not tied in to an expensive contract for the next 18 months. Job’s a good’en.

You may have noticed the retro Milky Way advert has reappeared on our screens, but I can’t be the only one to notice they’ve changed one line in the last verse.

It used to go:

He’s looking for a treat,
that’s fluffy and light,
because he knows it won’t spoilt his a-pe-tite…

This last line is now mysteriously missing, replaced with something along the lines of “want’s a snack that tastes just right”. I can only think that they’re not allowed to say that a Milky Way won’t spoil your appetite any more, bloody political correctness gone mad.

They should have just added a voice-over at the end, mortgage style: “Warning, eating Milky Ways between meals may affect your appetite.” Far more acceptable.

Well, we moved back in to the flat shortly after my last post. Even got the rent back for the month which came in handy, that’s for sure.

The last month has been completely manic however. I was looking forward to a weekend off next week, but it turns out I’m actually working the Sunday, so I’ll have to get as much relaxing in as I can then.

Having been told we’d be without a home for 4 days you might be surprised to hear that we’re now approaching a whole month without a roof over our heads (Ok, so maybe I’m being a little melodramatic, but it’s starting to take the Michael).

Apparently the flat was plastered on Friday, which in this heat might mean they painted it on Monday and should be habitable by now, but having heard a resounding sod all from the agency this week your guess is as good as ours.

At least a months rent back will make my wallet a little happier, and we’ll finally be able to afford that new mattress, but it would be nice to be kept in the loop of what’s happening.

Well, Toni has actually spoken to the letting agency about the flat now, they were supposed to be letting us know the state of play lest Friday, considering they initially said we’d be back in by the weekend just gone…

They still don’t know when we’ll be back in the flat again, when I stuck my head in the door on Saturday the carpet was still up and we were missing a wall, so I doubt we’ll be back in any time soon.

To top it all off, the new Burnout DLC is out on Thursday and the PS3 is back at the flat still. Nooooo!