The 15th of March.
A quiet day, for the most part. Up, showered, breakfasted, then blog post. I saw Monica for a little bit, and conversed with Roger from Hallfield via email. He’s asked me to do a reading at their Easter service next week, and I was offered a choice between The Crucifixion and The Resurrection, so I chose the latter. I talk about death enough.
This afternoon has been kitty and Netflix. I’m almost caught up on Pretty Little Liars now, and I kind of don’t want to be because once it’s over, I’ll have to find something new to fill my time when I’m poorly. Monica and I had a long snuggle, and I was loath to kick her off when I needed to leave the room, so I got Mommy to distract her and she jumped off of her own accord.
This evening I was out at the Glee to see Richard Herring’s new show, Happy Now? It was an allocated seating affair, and I was behind two enormous chaps. Thankfully, the lady on my right was very accommodating and let me lean into her so I could see through the tiny gap that existed between the people in front. I bonded with my neighbours over the fact we were all there alone and the way the Glee always ring to see if we’re definitely alone. Yes, we’ve got no friends who like comedy okay? Also, whenever the two huge men got up, they backed into our table and had I not been careful, I could’ve ended up wearing my wine and sweet potato fries. The show itself was really fun, much more uplifting than We’re All Going To Die and at the end there was a video of him singing to his daughter while she laughed. So cute.
The 16th of March.
I am writing this on Thursday morning because last night it was late and I was quite sozzled.
For the most part of the day, I’ve been having kitty hugs and watching TV. I wrote about Tuesday, and got really angry at George Osborne and his budget. I couldn’t stomach hearing him wang on about how great he is, when there’s a £56bn hole and he’s taking money from PIP to fund tax cuts for the wealthiest in society. Once again, the Conservatives being for “working people”. Definitely not a government for the people who need them.
I left Monica at about four to go and get ready for the OHS reunion. I got changed (wanted to wear my leather trousers but couldn’t wear them with Monica and her claws), then messed about with make up that got delivered today. I went a little bit vampy and took more selfies then is socially acceptable.
I had a really fun time at The Highfield! I got to talk to an old teacher from Year 1, and when I said my name, she seemed to remember me in rather a loaded way. Then I got distracted by a girl called Kaz who is only 18, but her brother was in my class and she’s in her last year at Handsworth where I also went. We spent a good hour and a half gossiping, sending photos to her brother and drinking wine. I got pretty happy. Then I met a guy whose younger brother was in my year too! Daddy picked me up around half eight, and I had scrambled eggs on toast for tea.