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It's been a week of WFT to the highest degree for me it seems.
Don't quite know why but either way I have survived through to the other side somewhat drained but alive nonetheless.

I have worked 4 days (wooooo) Actually that's technically a lie, most jobs I do are out of site in the am then home - supposedly completing the computer side in the PM which I don't. More like either a sod off out with short & loud, or toddle off to the gym... or pretty much anything to save me actually having to do something.

Either way I have now caught up with all the drawings for work needed for clients, now know there is nothing in for tomorrow so actually have a day where I am able to catch up and sort out the surveying templates so I don't have to "convert" everything each time.
Also just get everything in order so I can sort it all out good and proper.

So the mentalist stuff this week? All short & loud. We have had varying tales as to what he will be doing and where and when after the 27th... we also have him getting his divorce sorted (finally) and the selling of general tat on ebay to try to make a load of dosh for skint little old me who is finally paying Mumsie Banks back what I borrowed last year.

But the funniest thing has been happenening in the last few hours right outside our front window. A silly progression of events but just downright funny to us all the same.

Now considering I call the livingroom window "Cat TV" I think I can see why the girls have been addicted.
To get you up to date with the story of the street we have a rather humungous woman, her husband and her yongest son & daughter living to the left of our window, a few houses down. Then to the right of the window another few houses down lives the woman aboves other (assuming eldest) daughter who herself has her own daughter (screaming little banshie style toddler) she lives there with her latest bit of fluff bloke.

Now we can only assume that they just don't do" anything, as all they ever seem to do is walk up and down the sodding street to and from each others houses. (I would like to point out this is an improvment as the rather large lass did initially drive between the two homes, all of 100 metres.

So imagine today when we have started to notice, not only are the back and forwards more than normal but taking from the mothers house so far -
a parasol,
garden chairs,
bags of food
what could have been a keg of beer
bottles of beers
blankets and such like.

So now, we are in a quandry, because if a sodding bbq is now wheeled past we are just going to go out and ask why the fuck they don't just have the party at the mothers house?

Dear god we are left giggling. Quite sad really on our part. not that we are sitting doing sod all but that we notice such shit!

A momentous occasion in history and I'm sick to fucking death hearing about it.

It was technically yesterday, but low and behold... Michael Jackson died of a heart attack, or was it a stroke? or maybe a coma? who the fuck knows and to be honest who cares?

I hate nothing more than a bloody media frenzy and this is an ocean going fur lined bugger and you just know it's not going to calm again for some time, driving anyone who really couldn't give a monkeys arse completely mental.

But the worst of it? The whole "social networking" reaction to such news... OMG! WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT? HOW WILL WE GO ON?
Oh, get down from that cross, somebody needs the wood.

Has everyone all of a sudden forgotten just how not quite right in the head this person was?
Changing his own skin colour from black to white (oh good name for a song that)
Pulling little boys about and then the best one, dangling his own toddler over a hotel balcony.

But no! this man has produced so many wonderful pieces of music - this is a fact I do not dispute in the slightest but to describe him as "My generations Elvis Prestley" You can fuck right off there matey.

So tell me at what point in his life was Elvis a paedophile?

Fucking edjits I tell you.
Sooner that blokes buried burned and out of the media I will be a much happier bunny I can tell you. Fucking retard with money... dangerous combination that.

Rant over - go enjoy your lives now people, nothing else to see here.

Oh - that was a bonus!

Amazing how quickly six months can pass by.

Not only did my big boss man call me in yesterday to have our "6th month overhaul" as such but its also means I have just about been off the fags for a whole half a year (well give or take till next Wednesday)

So not only am I now the proud owner of a pay rise... of a job which has Little legs jealous of due to just how little time I actually work but I am also a happy little bee too! Scary really!

Ok so there are parts of my life currently that I am not exactly ecstatic about - like:

1. Little legs starting his deployment tat on 27th July.
2. The fact that I still owe my Mum a LOT of money for the time I didn't have a job but working on that now.
3. The fact that Db, is getting on and I wont have her for much longer but she still as happy as ever.

However, I can really honestly say I actually have more things I love about life than the other way round which is a shock.

1. I have finally found someone I want to spend the rest of my life with
(assuming he can put up with me of course!)
2. I have now given up the fags totally and very proud of myself for that fact but couldn't have done it without a good reason and I think Little legs is a bloody good reason if you ask me!
3.I actually have a job which doesn't take all of my time, drain me of my soul and will to live and for some strange reason doesn't cause me as much physical pain as the old jobs did...

and many more but really can't list them now as I need to cut the grass!

So there you have it, I am (as Jean so delicately put it) enjoying every second of him still being home... for example, we went for a walk along the beach Saturday and it fucked it down with rain... but I loved it.

Stuck between a rock, a hard place and a short loud man.

.... all the same, I will see how it goes.

Seems other half has had the deployment date brought forward and will be starting the proceedings from Monday July 27th now and not 1st Sept as previously arranged - which is a bugger.

Obviously I am still very proud of the fact this is what he wants to do (and in some aspects) needs to do, but I am also very much aware of the fact that when I finally get my life where I want it to be, am very happy and for once - content, then bugger me a big chunk of "ohhh you could lose him in this whole situation" comes and gives me the 5 boot laces up the arse... as per usual.

Honestly, I really don't know where to put my head on this one. I love the boy to bits but am so concerned that I will never see him again if he goes over there just breaks my heart.

The worst part is every time I come up with a reason in my head why he shouldn't go - the rest of me realises it's just me being selfish.

So now I will just make the most of the time I do have with him and do the only thing I can, support him and make him realise that I love him to bits.

Friends come friends go - but alas this one I might have just REALLY pissed off.

But not in the way I expected! How weird is that?!?!?

I will just explain the situation here as if nothing else I would like to clarify in my own head as to what the fuck just happened over the past 24 hours.

It starts with Sarah, of whom I used to work with many moons ago whom we got to be classed as friends I guess. We spent many evenings running round watching bands, drinking, enjoying being young and a shoulder to cry on the many times she went somewhat loopy over who had dumped her last.

This all kind of fizzled out when she moved back into the city and finally found a bloke who is most likely to tolerate most of her weird and wonderful ways. Hell I'm no catch or angel but think I do have a tadge more common sense sometimes.

So as with the other times she has a bloke I never normally see hide nor hair of her - which wasn't a bad thing. So when we did finally get back in contact as such and start meeting up on a regular occasion and she said her and the chap were getting married I was really chuffed for her. He is perfect for her in so many ways that the fact she will be happy, get on with what she wants to do with him etc alls well and good.

So, Me and S&L were invited to the wedding... very nice and thank you very much but from how it was initially envisaged from chatting, the reception would be bales of hay stacked, a grass roots band and quite a casual friendly affair.

So imagine when we appear at the venue at 4pm (time stated on the invite I might add) Bride is just getting out of the car there - so we are as good as damn it late which is initially bad enough But every one is suited and booted, hats with feathers and the whole nine fucking yards and here's us two standing like a couple of bleeding lemons in smart casual expecting it to be quite in formal.

We couldn't stay, we felt embarrassed, I thought we would embarrass the bride, we did say we would return for the meal but the situation would still have been the same.

We came home and had a BBQ due to expecting to be fed at said wedding didn't have food in for anything especially and then I obviously made that fatal mistake stating on facebook bbq and wine - fantastic. She's obviously read this - copped the arse left a cooment about her wedding was also very nice... then knocked me off her friends list.

So knowing she will probably read this - and in the message I have sent with the words not dissimilar to bollocks to you then I will once again state that if you want to stop being in contact with me just for that - I really don't want to be having you as a mate anyway.

I could list all the other stuff that annoys me about you as well but y'now what? the sun's shining, it's a glorious day out there and me and S&L are gonna go enjoy it. Giggling somewhat.

Some people just crack me right up sometimes.