I had work to do this morning, phone calls to make, ooh shit that reminds me I need to sort out a time next week when I can go and check on my flat in Manchester. Well now apparently the fucking hot water tank is leaking, so with labour included it's going to cost us another 300 pounds, on top of the money we needed to spend to re-grout the fucking tiles in the bathroom and re-decorate the place.
God I hate our estate agents, they absolutely suck, they never do anything right and it's just so frustrating, because we're like 3,000 friggin miles away, and really need them to be dependable when it comes to our flat. Wankers, hate them all. So I need to call them and tell them that the big nasty landlordess is coming to town and wants to inspect the flat.
I'll call them tomorrow, the office will be closed now.
So I just spoke to Julie, my best friend in the whole world who I'm pleased to say is very excited about my visit, so we have decided that Jan 29th is a good night for all the girls to congregate at her place to eat spag bol and drinks shit loads of wine, just like the old days. Well you see it will be like the old, back then none of us had boyfriends or husbands, so we'd congregate at each others flats one night every two weeks and just gossip and bitch about everyone, it was great. Then of course we all got married, well, some of us had kids, and then of course I moved over here, so they still have their girlie nights, but not as often. Which has nothing to do with me, just that their priorities have changed I guess, so sitting around and gossiping isn't really as important as it seemed back then.
It was still my favorite time though.
So hopefully all the girls will be available and we can have a proper catch up WITHOUT male interference as Nick (Julie's fabulous husband) will still be down South working. Not that I wouldn't love to see him, love that guy, he's great, but it will be nice to just have the girls.
So I've just come back from the body sculpting class, you know the one I went to last week and then couldn't move for 3 days? Yeah that one. It was another good class, but I did a lot of warming up beforehand AND skipped for 10 minutes, so I was properly limbered up. The only downside was that creepy little pervy guy was in the class. He's been going to the gym FOREVER, but I hate him with a passion, he checks out all the women instead of concentrating on the moves at hand and freaks everyone out, but the management can't do anything unless he makes a move, so we have to put up with him giving us lecherous looks. I spotted him looking at my tits before, I swear to god, I'm gonna smack that motherfucker. Actually after class I did explain to Roland (the teacher) my feelings towards him and he said that a lot of women over the years had also complained about him, but that he's never noticed when the guy has been staring at us. I guess he'll take more notice now. Anyway I told him mainly so that if anything happens, ie I bitch slap the wanker, then at least the teacher has been warned.
Listen if one of us starts, then I'm telling you the other women will fall in line right behind me, waiting to crack him themselves!!
Oooh can you tell I'm all feisty now?
Ok peeps I gotta go and pick up my newly strung tennis racket, then go get more beef for my boeuf bourginon that I'm cooking for the boys tonight.
Later
Hey wasn't the Apprentice good....LOVE THAT SHOW!! must remember to Tivo while I'm away