Day one of a diary. The big problem is that I've never managed to keep a diary for more than a week. The smaller problem is that the space bar on this laptop is faulty, so that words run together a bit like mythoughts nowandagain. See!
~I've decided that since this is my diary I am allowed exclamation marks. Iwouldn't normally. Also, no editing or spell checksto keep things quick. That should be embarassing.
Today then:
Went out to geta new laptopsoas to not have toshare with thekids. Also because I'm fed up with the space bar problem. S
Shops very busy, no sign of credit crunch. Had crisis of conscience, should save themoney fordouble glazing, we've already got 2 computers and Nick's archos. Anyway, was tempted and atleast bought a cheaper one than planned. Itarrives tomorrow.
Nick and I bickering. My fault, over sensitive to lack of huggs and his butting in to my point about the strikers for equality with migrant workers. Nick has the attitude that his dad I 'm sure would take. The cornish one that says keep your head down and accept things, be grateful for the crumbs lest they are taken away. I don't agree with his poliics on this yet I feel it is a life lesson I should have learned. I am pretty useless now, after all.
Nick pointed out a great programme, Songwriters featuring Jarvis Cocker, I enjoyed it greatly. Made roast pork dinner, very nice.
Can't stop thinking about Frank Skinner having read both of his autobiographies this week. ~I'm enchanted by the strange mix of bullish tenacity and vulnerability. The promiscuity frightens and disgusts, and yet I envy the spirituality. He writes very well, butin myheart, I think if we met, I wouldn't like him. This makes me sad.
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