There is no comfort in this.

[reddragdiva]

Who wants to be at Dreadnought in a room full of sk*nky g*ths? I've been doing FAR more fulfilling things, like carrying a metric arsefucktardtonload of boxes from the dining room to the front room, where they are stacked up literally filling the place. It's 1:30am and I'm only just having my much-needed *pint*. Bed at two, alarm at eight then find Liz's clothes (with her improved health, the £90 outfit she bought for wedding season is now too big for her. Which is good, but ARGH), get Arkady up for NHS walk-in (she is unwell), iron suit (couldn't find a drycleaner this morning), assist landlord in carting his stuff away and then off to Kirsten and Nick's wedding. Presumably I get to exhale in the evening.

I can't tell you how much my back hurts right now.

Comments

[seph-hazard.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey. [hugs] It was a bloody strange night anyway. Is there anything I can help out with?

[mwah]

[secretlondon.livejournal.com]

I bet. Gawd.

[yellowrocket.livejournal.com]

What a rotten evening!

What's up with Arkady, then?

[arkady.livejournal.com]

Tooth abscess. Again. :-/

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

Oh, but the wedding outfit can at least be taken in a bit.

[arkady.livejournal.com]

Awkward, seeing as my sewing machine is still in storage and the wedding is this afternoon - and having spent the morning at the Whipps Cross walk-in centre with a tooth abscess, I was somewhat too preoccupied to do any sewing.

[yellowrocket.livejournal.com]

Well, crap...

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

Ok, at some point ever, rather than before this particular wedding.

[yellowrocket.livejournal.com]

Safety pins are your friend - get Diva to pin her into it while she's wearing it!
Mot the most elegant of solutions but at least she gets to wear it!

Mind if I pinch the sewing machine picture - it's very appropriate!

[arkady.livejournal.com]

Feel free; I can't remember where I first saw it myself!

[yellowrocket.livejournal.com]

Diolch yn fawr :-)

[pndc.livejournal.com]

I've been doing FAR more fulfilling things, like carrying a metric arsefucktardtonload of boxes from the dining room to the front room, where they are stacked up literally filling the place.

Heh. Circumstances have moved me twice on very short notice this year, once in April from a three bed house to a shared three bed, and then in July into a one bed flat. So what I have in this flat is a large pile of boxes that have moved house with me twice without being opened, thus no space to swing a cat.

Because this place is a hovel with a landlord that's indifferent about repairs, I'm liable to be moving *again* in December. The boxes are staying behind :)

The boxes contain much useless crap fine legacy computer equipment, if anybody wants to turn up with a car and haul it away for nowt. (I reserve the right to insist that you also take a right boat-anchor if you cherry-pick something nice. The last bloke had his car scraping along the ground, and I fear his wife might insist on a divorce.)