Tuesday 2 February 2010
February already? Who’d have thought it. So…. what have I achieved since Christmas? I think the answer has to be, not very much. As usual I started the year with enthusiasm, but after the social whirl that was my life pre-Christmas, the post-Christmas period has been – well – nothing!
So, I’m going to try not to keep doing it. Nothing, I mean. Today I got the paperwork up to date and dealt with everything in pile-order rather than putting stuff to the bottom ‘to be dealt with later/when I feel more like doing it’. I wrote a birthday card and got it ready to go with (surprisingly) more than one day left until the receiver’s birthday, wrote several cheques to pay long-outstanding bills and forced myself to fill in the form you need to complete when you sell a car and declare SORN, as the guy in the garage had many, many tales of people who’d been prosecuted for not declaring SORN even though the car had passed from their ownership. I’m not convinced, but just to be on the safe side I supposed I’d better do one. He might be right.
I also spent a little bit of time going through my internet bookmarks, especially those for other blogs. I love blogs and visit quite a variety, usually looking for inspiration in one form or another. I was sad to see that about twenty percent of my bookmarks were to dead or dormant sites. Where have these lovely bloggers gone? Did they get bored and wander off, or was it some unavoidable circumstance that stopped them? It was quite sad really.
Stephanie has decided she’d like a party for her eighteenth birthday in March. Themed! Apparently within her social group ‘themed’ is in, so her theme is a masked ball. I always wanted to go to one of these – note the use of the past tense – in a swirling, dazzling ballgown with frills and lace, glitz and glamour. I saw one I fancied on Ebay yesterday and showed Steph who immediately did her best to adopt a tactful face. A little bit of expression slipped through though and I could see she thought I might be a bit old for that now.
“Don’t you think it’s a little gothic?” she said. “After all, you don’t really want to look like Morticia Addams, do you?”
Bugger! Back to boring then. However, looking at a dress described as ‘sexy, deep-cleavage cocktail dress’ modelled by a real person rather than a model, bearing in mind the dress was a size 18 and looked like it needed pricking with a fork, I think she might have a point.
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