Archive for February 15th, 2008

To the passengers of the delayed 16.56 Wessex Trains service from Newton Abbot to Paignton, 15/02/2007

February 15, 2008

Obviously the best way to  guarantee a seat/make the train leave earlier/arrive home faster/whatever the hell was so important is to stand as close to the just about to open automatic doors as possible. When they open, do not attempt to step back, allowing the disembarking passengers to alight in an orderly fashion. Instead, crowd in a bit closer so they have to squeeze past you. give them disaproving looks whilst doing so, how dare they exist! Save your extra disapproving looks and tutting for the poor lady who gets off last with a pushchair and a small child. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES OFFER TO HELP HER  lift the buggy down on to the platform or again, consider stepping back from the doors to let her through. I mean really……pushchairs should be banned outright!!  When this poor lady gives you all a bit of a look, make rude comments.

I was seething with rage when i got to Torquay. It was just absurd.

Mother: Hello dear, are you alright?


Mother: Ha ha. You’re getting old.


Post V Day (because my brain is pickled and i cant think of a good song lyric just now)

February 15, 2008

So that was Happy Hallmark Day. Hope you all had a good one free from dissapointment, arguments and Shell garage bouquets. I fared extremely well this year but then again my intended is far away…i’d rather have had him home and no presents.

But however…I got home from a very long week wanting to curl up and die yesterday but hsalf an hour later had a new pair of boots from Office i had been coveting for some time, some posh chocolates and a bottle of Laurent Perrier.

Hmm….new shoes…posh booze and then one of the MYF’s phoned to see what i was up to…’getting merry with you and then going out’ was the response. He he.

I also recieved what should have been a gorgeous bouquet of pink and red  long stemmed roses but what turned up was a bouquet of roses with frostbite and the petals falling off. One cross sounding phone call later and the little chap turned up and swapped them for a new set. Fairs fair I thought…..and then after id cut them and stood them in a vase i woke up this morning to find most of the heads had drooped right over and petals were falling already. I  know its only flowers but i really wanted to cry. They should have made my flat pretty for a week but i suspect they will be binned on sunday night when i get back from my folks. The irritation.

And finally heres the post i never thought id write. My mother has arranged to take me to a wedding fair on sunday. *in the style of Lindsay Lohan’s mother in Mean Girls* ‘WHO ARE YOU?’ That said i have gone from overwhelmed and confused about this whole wedding business to aquiring ideas and actually starting to enjoy it a bit.