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Birthday Yay!

October 10, 2013 32 comments

Yes, it’s my birthday again. It came around so quickly! It seems like only a year ago that I last had one.

Here’s a freaky thing. I opened my Chrome browser (Google’s browser) this morning and clicked on the little animation to “view today’s doodle” (for those of you who don’t know, Google do doodles for famous events, birthdays and so on) and this is what appeared:

Birthday Google Doodle

Holy crivens! A doodle just for me! I knew signing up to Google+ was giving one of the world’s biggest corporations too much information. Am I supposed to write a thank you note, do you think?

I haven’t been posting much recently, apart from trying to keep up with the Friday Fictioneers challenge, and there’s a good reason (and this time it’s not laziness!).

I’m house hunting. This isn’t taking up a huge amount of actual physical time (“physical time?” – you know what I mean). It’s taking up a huge amount of mental time. Even when I’m not actually looking at house websites or talking to the bank, I’m thinking about it. My little brain doesn’t have room for anything else.

Brain Storm

Why am I looking to buy a house (let’s say it like it is – why am I trying to persuade the bank to buy me a house)? I hate change, big time. I like my routine. I hate making phone calls. I hate taking risks. I hate suddenly having no money. This doesn’t sound like the correct mind-set for such an endeavour.

I’m getting older, fast. My pension, as it stands, will barely keep me in cheese and pizzas, let alone pay rent. So I need to get a house and pay it off before I retire. Otherwise I’m going to be living in my car.

So I’m just going to have to suck it up, take it one step at a time and let the cards fall as they may.

I’ve also learned some great estate agent terms!

  • cozy – not even enough room to swing a cat
  • compact – see cozy
  • low maintenance garden – no grass
  • green views – if you go upstairs, hang dangerously out of the window and squint a bit you may catch sight of a distant field
  • parking for 2 cars – parking for 2 Smart Cars or 1 human-sized car
  • 2 bedrooms – house built pre-90s, 2 bedrooms. House built 90s onwards – 1 small bedroom and 1 “bedroom” too small to actually get a bed in
  • in need of modernisation – falling to bits

Wish me luck!

Birthday Time!

October 10, 2012 2 comments

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, dear dralimaaaaaaaaaan,
Happy birthday to me.

Yes, it’s that time of the year again. Time to take stock, ponder the last year and really think about the things that really matter. Or whatever.

Or is that what you’re supposed to do on New Year? I forget. Old age. More aches and pains. Becoming slightly forgetful. The other day I went to pay for petrol and the card’s PIN number went straight out of my head. I had to use my debit card instead. Aargh! Paying for petrol straight from my bank account? Everyone knows Visa fronts me my petrol money.

Yesterday I was “a certain age”. Less than 24 hours later I’m “a certain age plus one”. A whole year in a day. Hardly seems fair. Hey ho.

I got some lovely presents and spent a wonderful yesterday evening over with my friends where we had Chinese takeaway and watched Eddie Izzard – very funny! Now I’ve got a couple of days off work in celebration.

And I had some good news – I won the lottery in time for my birthday! Well, maybe “won” is too strong a word. Here’s the notification:

My birthday win

Woo-hoo! I’m rich I tell you, rich!

Yes, 25 big ones. Unless “big ones” is slang for “thousands”, in which case, 25 small ones. What shall I spend it on? More tickets I expect. It’ll pay for next month’s entries. But nice all the same – that’s 2.5 times more than I’ve ever won in one go before!

So I leave you with these immortal words from Pink Floyd’s “Time”, from their amazing album “Dark Side of the Moon”. Forgive me if I get the words slightly wrong, but I can’t be bothered to spend 10 seconds looking them up so I’m reproducing them from memory.

“And you run, you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking,
Racing around, to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.”

Ah, happy days!

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