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So, weekend's nearly over, and I'm actually kind of glad, because let me tell you, it has been frenetic in the style of a busier working day.
Starting with my car refusing to start at 10pm Friday night (but a nice man from the AA came and rescued me *and* followed me 30 minutes to my garage *and* drove me home). Then the rental car I had Saturday wouldn't start either, so I had to get a new one (they're street rentals, not from a company, so I'd already walked to one, and had to walk on to another. Uphill. In the rain.)
Then, during my volunteering shift at a theatre box office, the ticket printer broke down. Starting to wonder if me and machines are cursed right now. Also, not a good thing when you have 300 people to get into a panto. Including a screeching parent who swore she'd bought two tickets we could find no record of, and a bunch of people who thought 20 minutes before a show goes up was a good time to come in and buy tickets.
Still, on we go. Also, now I have a cold.
On the bright side: I (subject to references and credit checks) also have a new flat! It's lovely, in a nice area, the guy living downstairs seems nice and like he'd totally come and help if there was a spider in the bath (shudder) and I can't wait to be living there. Which is good, since I said I'd move in two and a half weeks. What was I thinking?!
On which note: why does the removal company I just looked up, in their list of 'things you want to move' include a piano, but not a bed? Do I want to know what that says about them (answer: almost certainly no).
Starting with my car refusing to start at 10pm Friday night (but a nice man from the AA came and rescued me *and* followed me 30 minutes to my garage *and* drove me home). Then the rental car I had Saturday wouldn't start either, so I had to get a new one (they're street rentals, not from a company, so I'd already walked to one, and had to walk on to another. Uphill. In the rain.)
Then, during my volunteering shift at a theatre box office, the ticket printer broke down. Starting to wonder if me and machines are cursed right now. Also, not a good thing when you have 300 people to get into a panto. Including a screeching parent who swore she'd bought two tickets we could find no record of, and a bunch of people who thought 20 minutes before a show goes up was a good time to come in and buy tickets.
Still, on we go. Also, now I have a cold.
On the bright side: I (subject to references and credit checks) also have a new flat! It's lovely, in a nice area, the guy living downstairs seems nice and like he'd totally come and help if there was a spider in the bath (shudder) and I can't wait to be living there. Which is good, since I said I'd move in two and a half weeks. What was I thinking?!
On which note: why does the removal company I just looked up, in their list of 'things you want to move' include a piano, but not a bed? Do I want to know what that says about them (answer: almost certainly no).
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