Some b**s***d stole my chicken!

Jonathan and I came back last night. Betsy had got me a load of boxes from Tesco and from somewhere in her house, so I should have plenty now. Hopefully. And I also discovered, as I went to take out my chicken from the freezer to defrost it for tea last night that someone had taken it. My chicken. I didn't spend £4 so they could have my chicken! They kindly left me my opened packet with just one breast in it, which wasn't enough for our tea. I was livid. Our dinner plans (for Chicken Tonight) went out of the window. So we went out for Pizza Hut instead. On our way out to the car we filled a couple of carrier bags with DVDs and took them, the sleeping bag and the Zbed out to the car. When we came back, we took the DVD player and the video player, my blender and my lava lamp out to the car and packed them up too. They're going to stay at Jonathan's for a while, leaving his car free for the rest of my stuff. Might make it a little easier to fit everything in. ;-) Luckily I can give all my library books back, and my National Curriculum etc, so that's less bulk.

Just been to the fridge. At least the rest of my stuff still seems to be there. Amazing.

Hmm. I'm not really feeling that pissed off anymore. A little pissed off still, because someone assumed that I wouldn't miss it, that I wanted to spend £4 on them. But anyway. The chicken's gone to a better place.

So.. what's to be done for the rest of the week? Packing. Washing up. Eating. Breathing. Sleeping. Speaking. Moving. Possibly shopping too. I need money. I need to write to the bank so I can get a new pin number. The thing is, I have money. I just can't get at it easily. The response to which is "Doh!".

Anyway, I didn't get much sleep last night. The person in the room next to me had his music on quite loud at 4am in the morning. I tried knocking on his door but he didn't answer or turn his music down. It wasn't too bad, because it wasn't really really loud, nor was it just a bass line and no music or lyrics. I don't know what time he turned it off, because I fell asleep eventually. But it's really hot in here! So I kept waking up to take the covers off. Then I kept sticking on the sheet, so I had to lay on the duvet. I've no doubt I'll be knackered tonight, but Jonathan managed to wake me up good and proper so there's no way I'll fall asleep now. Or maybe there would be. Hmm. Maybe I should go back to bed and find out... ;-)

Later..

written on Tue 23 April 2002 at 8:54 a.m.

7 MAY 2005 14:00 UTC+0000 since the wedding!