I'm really sorry if I'm even less responsive and worse at emailing than usual. It's all gone downhill. I've been getting worse over the last few days and I'm just so tired now that I want to lay down and sleep for days. I don't think I've felt this bad since I actuslly had glandular fever last year. I'm not going to moan or go into it any deeper than that, I just wanted to warn you why I might not be around much.
So, I've been arguing with appliances lately. No, I don't mean fire engines. I don't think that's a fight I could ever win :) No, I mean the electrical type. i had an on-going feud with my computer all week. I wanted to download Something For The weekend by the Divine Comedy, and *it* didn't. For six days we argued on this. It even got up to 99% complete at one point before it stopped! But finally yesterday it had a change of heart and decided to download it for me after all. Bless 'im! You know, it's almost a year old now this computer. That's gone bloody fast! Should I throw a party for it? Hmm... I'm not sure how a computer would cope with the promise of jelly and cake.
the other appliance I've had issues with is my phone. Now, I've decided to change to another package and service provider because I've been getting steadily pissed off by Orange lately. All of a sudden, reception had gone right downhill and they're shoving their charges right up. I'm not especially loyal as a consumer, if another product is cheaper or better then I'll swap. But on this occasion, changing my number will probably be to my advantage because it will finally stop the drunken wrong numbers.
It's the same person every time. Same number, same person. I must be one digit out to whoever he's trying to call. About once a month I'll get a call from him. My phone will start ringing so I'll answer it and say, "Hello?" to which I get the slurred response of, "Hello?"
What can you say to that but,
"Who's this?"
"Hello?"
Yes, you've already said that....
"Yes, hello. Who is this?"
"hello?"
Argh! I have tried telling him he has a wrong number but he just keeps calling back. There are pub-sounds around him. He doesn't usually sound sober. And it happens every month with such regularity that I'll get concerned if ever he fails to call me by accident!
This week, however, i got some far stranger wrong number from someone else's uncle. I was in the middle of texting Kass at the weekend when the phone rang. I didn't know the number so I cancelled the call, and the caller left me a voice mail. the caller had one of those voices which would have him instantly cast as 'dirty old man' for an episode of The Bill.
"hello, love. It's your Uncle Joe here. Just ringing to make sure you got home alright." then he mumbled something I couldn't quite hear about a tambourine and followed it up by saying, "I'll bring him to see you next time. You won't even recognize him!" Huh? What happened - did his tambourine have plastic surgery or something??
I thought no more of it and the rest of the day passed, then the next began. i went to work and struggled through the day (stupid body!), then switched my phone on as I left. Amongst the flurry of texts was a voicemail....
"Hello, it's your Uncle Joe again. I'm just popping to the shop. I wondered if you wanted anything. Bye, dear! Love from your Uncle Joe!"
Eek! I don't know who he is but he's got the wrong person! I've never had an Uncle Joe and I don't wish to aquire one now! I feel a bit guilty because the poor man's neice (or nephew) is never going to hear the messages, but I couldn;t exactly phone the man back and say, "I'm sorry, you don't know me but you think I'm your neice!" You know how I feel about phones at the best of times. presumably if Joe does shopping for his beloved relly then he'll have seen her and discovered that he's been calling the wrong number, but if he calls again I suppose this time I'll have to brave it and tell him he's got the wrong girl!
So anyway, if any of you have misplaced an Uncle Joe, let me know and I'll try to pass him on! I didn't get any phone calls from him today. Either he's sorted himself out or he doesn't love his non-neice any more... *sob*!
I also am not too pleased with my phone for just sending me a text from a certain ex-girlfriend and her dog. I did not wish to know that her dog had been sick. Gah! Kill that phone!
In other news, it took the lady at the bank six attempts to count two �20 notes yesterday. I'd gone in to pay my credit card bill and for some reason those two notes were damn tricky! It wasn't as though I'd handed her a bundle of cash or a heap of coins. It was two notes. One, two. One in each hand. They're not that hard to handle! This bank, incidentally, had also got the wrong instruction on the main door. It told me to pull, when pushing was needed. This could explain a lot!
I guess you could say my week's been pretty funny this far :)
take care, everyone! xx
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