Sunday

Very Nasty Neighbours

Once Upon a Time...

I accidentally saw my neighbours "at it". Since then I have been very aware of what can be seen from my window and, more importantly, what I have to endure if I look out at the wrong time of day.

This morning while changing my bed clothes I was foolish enough to open my window, straighten the curtain and wipe the dust off window sill... then BAM...

and they are at it again.

I'm moving.

Saturday

What's your wpm?

I have become slightly obsessed with typing speed tests online. It all began last night at some ungodly hour when I had decided that reading wasn't going to help me sleep. I started with the rather respectable speed of 48wpm and have now with, considerable endurance and a seeming less talent achieved 62 wpm. I will not stop until I have obtained the ultimate goal- 80wpm. Some woman on television gloated about that being her average wpm and I decided that if she can do it, why not me...

Thursday

Oh Now...

Having watched the polite delight that was The Commons this morning I find myself looking at the Oireachtas Report... what a leap back down.

"Semi detached" was a description used during a... rant about our relationship with the rest of Europe. Why is no one saying pleasant things? Why are they not calling each other friends and gentlemen etc...

It's pretty much like 50 business study teachers all sitting in a room, kinda mad at each other cause the longer they spend talking about silly things, like our economy, they will miss last call in the pub.

Wednesday

When the going gets tough: avoid daytime TV

Having just turned on the television to find out what is going on in the world I have started to follow the live feed of "the commons" on Sky News.

What I love about this is how very conservative and proper the entire affair is! They call each other "honourable gentlemen" and "honourable friends" all the while they snipe and threaten each other... and then there are the constant heckles from the other sleepy people sitting on the green leather seats. It's English repression without the nice scones...

Also it seems there was some sort of massive sale on navy pinstriped three piece suits lately...

My other aims of today are to conduct a survey of sorts. I need to make up some sort of lovely and delightful hen party invitation for my sisters impending matrimonial leap. I must also send off her mass booklet information to the printers and I have to wait patiently by the phone in the hopes that it will ring and a nice lady/gentleman at the end of the line will offer me a hugely exciting job.

All these things will get done, bar the job offer... if I was to hold my breath on that front I would make a very attractive smurf by the end of the day...