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/2910/2002 Archived Entry: "Longing for bed"

Last night, I slept on a very comfortable mattress for the time since, basically, I went to Paris (not counting the times I've slept at various other peoples places). This is because one of the main things we brought back from Newcastle was the mattress from our bed which was in the flat. And it's lovely. Twice as thick as the one which was down here already, better sprung and just... comfy. Mind you, it seems like the whole thing was too much for my body, as it woke me up at 5am with my nose and throat leaking and tickling respectively. I think I hate my body sometimes and not just in a 'I wish I could have a flatter stomach/smaller nose/bigger breasts' type way but in a 'get me the fuck out of here' kind of way.

The journey back from Newcastle on Sunday was remarkably fine. Especially considering all the stuff I've seen about how the rest of the country was treated to storms. We must have been in the eye of the hurricane, or something because all we had were a few blustery winds and some showers. Walking to work this morning down Petherton Road was like walking through a sea of leaves. They were literally 2 or 3 inches thick and covered everything so you could see neither the ground nor your feet. Then, going through the New River Walk, I saw a huge tree branch that had come down. (I didn't see all this yesterday because I had to take the van back and then walked back from work via Upper Street.)

The weekend was very, very busy. We saw Jean and Roger on Friday during the day - which was very nice, even if they did force us to watch Countdown (they did - they forced us. Tied us down and said 'worship at the altar of Richard Whitely, heathen!') The evening was spent with Kathryn, which was equally enjoyable. So, that was a nice day. Saturday and Sunday, however... we spent basically the entire two days tidying and packing. I thought we'd done a pretty good job when we first went to Paris. However, this appeared not to be the case. Admittedly, there were a lot of things we needed to do that couldn't be done when we went to France, because we had to leave stuff for our tenants to use, so we were dismantling wardrobes and bookshelves and things, but it still seemed to take forever. The good thing about it is that we did some 'life laundry' and got rid of quite a lot of crap. Which we probably should have done first time around, but we just aren't that organised. I managed to get rid of five boxes of books. Well, I haven't managed to get rid of them yet... they are now in London and I need to go through them to see what is saleable. I have a lot of proofs and hardbacks and things, so I should be able to get some money for them. Or at least, I hope so, anyway. We'll see. Candy was actually rather surprised that I got rid of so many of them. I suppose I was being fairly ruthless. Mind you, there are still something like ten boxes of books that have gone into storage, as well as the two or three boxes that I brought down with me - although most of them were graphic novels. I got rid of my Larry Niven collection and all my Star Wars novels - apart from the original adaptations and the first spin-offs (Splinter of the Mind's Eye and the Han Solo trilogy. The latter especially are sort of favourites of mine. Not especially well written, but fun.)

Last night, and one of the reasons I walked via Upper Street rather than my usual route, I had a manicure. (The other reason was that I was planning on buying the new Nirvana album from Borders, but discovered it was just a best of. I still want it, but it is a lot less necessary than before.) I went to the place I usually go to, but had a definitely below par service last night. I decided to go with a subtle colour rather than the red or purple I go for. I was sort of planning for a nude pink, although it has turned out to be somewhat more pink and somewhat less nude than I thought it was at the time. Especially under the lights here at work. Oh well, we'll see if anyone notices. I was also thinking this morning walking in, why didn't I just say 'bugger it' and go for the red? I sort of wish I had now. I'm going to eventually anyway, so I just should have done. Although, with the quality of painting that I got (Candy does a much better job when she does them for me) I think I'm kind of glad I didn't.

When I went to Borders last night, I discovered that several people had left and that others were on the verge of leaving. These people were meant to be my friends, but they hadn't bothered letting me know they were leaving or inviting me for a farewell drink. Although, considering they haven't bothered contacting me since I left, just saying 'oh, we must go for a drink soon - I'll give you a ring' when I went in to see them, I don't suppose I should be surprised. Although I am a little annoyed. Oh well. That's people for you.