We spent a large part of the evening last night doing a mad cleaning rampage in the apartment so that the prospective tenants that are visiting it today wouldn't be frightened off by the amount of clutter. As such, I woke up stiff as a board this morning. I thought I was having a good morning, everything on time and the such, right up to the moment that I see the work shuttle turn the corner and drive off without me. It actually didn't even register with me to jump up and down and make a fuss as it was turning the roundabout. I just stood there with a dumb look on my face. Go me. Walked back home and called a cab. Everything was going ok again, right up to the moment where the cabbie's satnav got him lost. Nothing major, and I didn't get in too late, but still not a good way to start a day.
Tag: slice of life
Housing update
Katy and I went to see the Hinxton place again, and though it does need a bit of TLC, it has the potential to be a very nice place. We're encouraged by the fact that the walls are full of holes because that means that we can finally put up pictures and such. The agent is ok with us painting the apartment, as long as it's not anything garish. I've already asked to have a few days off so that I can start the DIY when we get the keys on March 1st.
I think we scared the agent today though because we took full measurements of everything. And I do mean everything. We're going to make scale diagrams of the rooms and see where and how our furniture can fit. Fun Fun Fun!
Good news, bad news
Good news: we got a ton of good boxes for cheap. A coworker sold us 40 moving boxes of various sizes for £40.
Bad news: Still no news about the flat.
Good news: Somebody had to cancel at the last minute so I get to go to a 2.5 day java design patter course at work.
Bad news: I bit the inside of my mouth while eating lunch. Again.
Euromillions
Hee hee. We're 22 people at the office who are playing the euromillions. The jackpot is 125 million pounds. However, we do have a better chance of being eaten by a great white shark than winning, but hey :)
God bless Mrs. Turner
Mrs Turner is a crotchety old codger who keeps calling for a cab and making the same dialing error that leads her to our telephonic doorstep, then berates us on the phone because we won't send her a cab (even though we patiently try and explain that she's dialed a wrong number). She's as deaf as a post, and stubborn to boot. So now, when she calls us for a cab, we simply take her details and forward them to Phil's Taxies. They have a long history with her, so it's ok.
And funny.
Fear me, for I am cleaning!
I might not be in a cleaning mood often, but when it does hit me, dayum, shit happens!
Random blurbs
– What does it say about my LJ habits that I need to browse between 60 and 80 posts a day to keep up with my full friend list?
– Katy and I are going to see a pet-friendly 3-bedroom house in Hinxton tomorrow that we can potentially rent for the same price as our 1-bedroom flat in cambridge.
– I seriously want me one of those: http://www.trek-tech.com/products/
– This picture cracked me up this morning:
– I wrote to two siberian cat breeders in the UK to see when they will have kittens available.
– I'm feeling very bleh today. I don't really know why.
Tuna yay, trout nay.
In an effort to improve our diets, we want to start eating more fish. Katy bought some tuna steaks and some trout filets last night. The tuna was crusted in peppercorn and pan fried. The trout was poached in white wine and veggies. Maybe it was the trout filets themselves that were less than stellar, but the fish was full of bones (which really puts me off eating fish) and was less than stellar. The tuna was dead-on. I know that purists will frown at me for cooking it through, but it was yummy nonetheless, served with a mustard-based dipping sauce. I wanted to make a soy-ginger sauce, but couldn't find any fresh ginger. Next time. Tuna will be repeated. I might buy some swordfish and grill it in the same way. Tesco doesn't have any here, but I can get some from the Leicester fish market and freeze it. Note to self: might be worth it to do it with the tuna as well – it would probably be fresher there than in Cambs.
On a completely different note, I need to go to bed earlier. Katy is taking her revenge on me and staying up till midnight, which makes for a grumpy Richard that needs to get up at 7:30, especially after having a bunch of weird-assed dreams…
I am adequate.
Katy was musing out load at what my extreme make-over would include. Apparently, I need a brow lift, cosmetic dentistry, liposuction and a tailored exercise regime. When I started goofing about the breast enlargement and the brazilian butt lift, she started choking with laughter. When I mentioned the penis enlargemnt kit I got in a spam, she said the words all men yearn to hear: it's adequate. *chuckle* I think we scared my sister with that conversation :D
Very important note to self
Never, ever, EVER use J&J babywash to shave when you run out of shaving foam unless you enjoy scaring people.