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fucking hell.
spent today farting about on buses, going to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
topbit's ex-flat to wait for the men picking up the washing machine, cooker and fridge and then on to the council office.
simple enough in itself - the fuck-about factor came in the form of 1. hormonal cramps and nausea a week earlier than expected, 2. PISSING cold rain and biting wind and 3. for some reason I couldn't get to sleep last night till 5am, and although I'd set my alarm for 9.30am I popped irrevocably awake at eight. So I was already walking dead when I started, and by the time I finally got home I was walking dead chilled drowned rat.
fortunately, I seem to have got over being miserable that he's not living in my town any more, although I can't say I prefer him being two hours away.
Was amused on the way home at Spike in the most extreme blatant attention-whore mode I've ever seen. He'd fix on a random passer-by, give them The Eye until they were compelled to glance his way and then go into full-on OMG BESTEST FRIEND EVER WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE!!! mode at them. I swear, he could get an ear rub out of a statue. He even pulled it on a woman in a car while we were crossing at the traffic lights, and he had her exchanging grins and mouthing sweet nothings at him for a good thirty yards. I love that dog.
spent today farting about on buses, going to
topbit's ex-flat to wait for the men picking up the washing machine, cooker and fridge and then on to the council office. simple enough in itself - the fuck-about factor came in the form of 1. hormonal cramps and nausea a week earlier than expected, 2. PISSING cold rain and biting wind and 3. for some reason I couldn't get to sleep last night till 5am, and although I'd set my alarm for 9.30am I popped irrevocably awake at eight. So I was already walking dead when I started, and by the time I finally got home I was walking dead chilled drowned rat.
fortunately, I seem to have got over being miserable that he's not living in my town any more, although I can't say I prefer him being two hours away.
Was amused on the way home at Spike in the most extreme blatant attention-whore mode I've ever seen. He'd fix on a random passer-by, give them The Eye until they were compelled to glance his way and then go into full-on OMG BESTEST FRIEND EVER WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE!!! mode at them. I swear, he could get an ear rub out of a statue. He even pulled it on a woman in a car while we were crossing at the traffic lights, and he had her exchanging grins and mouthing sweet nothings at him for a good thirty yards. I love that dog.
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