I just got in to find Miss D shouting directions down the phone to Mr T who is trying to find his way out of Birmingham (the place he lives, incidentally).  This wouldn’t seem like a strange thing if it weren’t for the fact she’s having to shout everything three or four times before he listens and takes action.  He also seems to have no clue where he is.  No clue at all.  God knows what he would do if he was left alone, or if Miss D wasn’t quite so… accomodating.  I know I’d have got fed up with having to shout things over and over and over for half an hour (and still going!), no matter who it was.

And the best bit of all?  He demanded she ring him back.

I know what I said last time, but all this work’s been getting on top of me.  I don’t suppose I should complain really, it pays the bills.  Now a few things are coming to an end (and I’ve decided to give myself an evening off) I’m taking an evening off.

The Blood Bowl site is nearly complete — I should have it all wrapped up by next week — which is a relief.  It’s been more work than I was expecting in all honesty.  I’ve done most of the updates for the theatre school website, but failed to get a ‘quote’ to them before their last committee meeting as I promised.  One Flew Over The Cookoo’s Nest has been and gone (you can read a review here and another one here).  My dad’s starting up a company and I went to a meeting in York with him and my brother about their marketing and publicity.  Actually I had two reasons for going back up north that weekend. Read more…

I’ve been useless at writing recently.  I’ve got lots to write about, and I’ve failed.  I think generally I’ve had a few things to do in the evening when I would normally write this which have taken precedence (although I’ve been a bit useless doing most of those things, too).  I’m going to try to catch up with a few things in one go here, but I’ll try to write in more detail about a couple of other things soon.

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How come, whenever Mr T calls, he always expects Miss D to ring him back?  He’s working full time on much more money than she is, renting only a room in a much cheaper area of the country and, presumably, isn’t stopped from selecting a phone tariff which would give him reasonable value calls to her network.

And why does she just behave as if it’s perfectly normal?

Am I missing something here?

A couple of weeks ago Paul, a work acquaintance of Miss D and I, got married.  While they married in a small ceremony in Spain, they had a reception back here for around 200 people at a posh hotel.  I was invited, as was Mr P, Miss D and Mr T.

We were told about it quite a long time ago, and Miss D had spoken to Mr T about him going.  He’d not been very keen on the idea and had initially tried to convince Miss D that she shouldn’t go, simply because he didn’t want to.  Thankfully she stood her ground and said she was going, and that it was up to him if he wanted to.  He agreed to come along after he’d finished work and made his way back from Birmingham.  She offered for him to give both me and Mr P a lift back after the reception. Read more…