Yet again, another two weeks have passed with no posts. And the last couple I did post were yet another long winded - two parted - whine. And after I promised I wouldn't, too.
Oy Vey.
Can you be fired from a free and voluntary Blog? Because if you can I think I deserve to be. What's the point, after all, of having an online diary that nobody ever bothers to read (well, almost nobody. Hi, Best Friend 2!) designed to allow you to ramble and muse and rant and laugh and cry and generally get-it-all-off-your-chest, if you don't use it? No point, that's what; no point at all.
=shakes head=
Must try harder.
...Anyhoo. Things have indeed been crappy of late. Not really crappy, you understand; not crappy with a capital 'C' - I reserve that for Super Duperly Crappy events such as Dad dying, or the Previous Neighbours trying to kill us, or Mother having a nervous breakdown, or MJ being sectioned, or me being made redundant. Things like that - but pretty crappy nonetheless.
First off, my health took a mini dive due to allergies rearing their ugly head, making friends with my asthma and then ganging up on me with That Special Time Of The Month leading the way.
...Which is really, unfair, isn't it? 3 against 1. I think that's really unfair...
Then of course there was Father's Day.
Blog, that bloody event was everywhere. No matter where I was or where I looked it was rammed in my face and embedded into my brain and I wasn't allowed to forget it.
Of course, it's almost certainly always been that way. I know that, really, and I told myself over and over again, but still I couldn't shake the bitter feeling that I was being deliberately taunted by someone (fate, possibly?), and that only got worse when as well as all the posters and flyers and newspaper articles and television and radio adverts B&Q decided to chime in as well and remind everyone in the store (every hour, on the hour) exactly how many shopping days all the "sons and daughters of this green and pleasant land" had left to "honour that special man in your life".
...Yeah. You can imagine how I felt the first time that was aired over the speaker system...
And then the mobile-phone contract I convinced Mother to get and we were then forced to cancel due to it not working on the company being shits (LONG story) popped up to say hello in the form of a letter threatening visitation from bailiffs; leading to another pleasant hour in the -E-E- shop (our third, I believe. Or possibly fourth) and ending with a £70 "severance charge", me in tears and suffering from a splitting headache, my mother furious and defeated and also sporting a headache, and my brother incandescent with rage and barred from the building on bane of arrest.
...Fun times...
And then last but not least, there's the heat.
I mean, Spring was bad enough with its close, muggy atmosphere and repeated groggily uncomfortable build-ups to thunder storms (a lot less storms, I might add, than we had build-ups), but this! Seriously, people; since when does Britain actually have a Summer to speak of?! For years and years we have managed quite happily without one (well, I have) and then two years ago, whoomph: there it was and here it is again.
It's ridiculous and unbearably uncomfortable and it's apparently going to get worse! And to make it all extra annoying everybody seems to be oh-so-bloody-well happy about it!
"How lovely," they are all cooing; "hot weather at last and nice and sunny". No, no, no! It is NOT "lovely" and "nice": it is gut wrenchingly awful! Do all you Sun Lovers have any idea how hideous I am feeling right now? I barely cope with the (usually) mild warmth of Springtime. This is torture!
Roll on Autumn, that's what I say. I like Autumn.
...Yes. I am aware that considering how short the season is and how many people enjoy it, that is an incredibly selfish and uncharirtable view to have...
...And no. I don't care...
So! That's been my past couple of weeks; condensed(ish) for your enjoyment and bared for my sanity.
Was it as good for you to read as it was for me to write?
...Yeah. I didn't think so.
Ah well. Such is life. I feel much better now anyway, and that's the important thing.
Goodnight, y'all.
Alice x
PS: I should like to point out (in case my sole reader is curious), that my Best Friends are not ordered by way of importance, but listed alphabetically. Hence, Best Friend 1, Best Friend 2 and Best Friend 3.
That way, you see, I don't get confused and everybody (well, OK, me) knows where they are.
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