Posted Date: Thursday, March 08, 2007 - 12:15 AM
Well the weekend was good anyway. Me and Matt went to Tate Modern and saw the Gilbert and George stuff, went to Borough Market, saw the Golden Hind by accident, did too much boxercise with Deanne Berry and destroyed my legs, saw Beth Ditto on Oxford Street in H&M, ate a delicious bass, and bought a tank top.
Then, I got back home on Tuesday night and glanced out of my bedroom window to find the shed roof had come off. It's corrugated metal, so pretty solid, but I just assumed it was the wind. Texted my landlord. Fast forward to Wednesday night, when Sarah comes in and I ask her to check on her stuff in the shed because I haven't been able to unlock the door. Only to find it wasn't the wind and someone had broken into our shed and stolen her bike by cutting the roof off. Absolute lunatics. The door was locked and alarmed, so the only way in was through the roof. She wasn't insured either so it's not good at all. Then I phoned the police and reported it and got offered counselling because my household has been the victim of crime twice in the last six months. So that was my eventful evening last night.
And I have no idea what's going on at work at the moment: they've changed my shifts, didn't remember they'd changed them and phoned me at home today to say I should be at work, I went into work yesterday and got sent home because the phones have all broken down, which in turn means I might have to go to work in Newcastle tomorrow. So I have had a bit of an odd week.
In book news, I am reading The Corrections. It is 100 different shades of ace and I can't stop reading it.
Saturday, 30 June 2007
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