a new low

I'm waiting for my towel rack to heat up (lies) so I've lurked out facebook whilst watching Spice Girls top 40 hits, solo and group. But we're only on 20 and it's their awful solo songs that I've never heard and I only want to watch Stop which will probably be number 1 and I'll be gone by then (in theory). Sundays are spent solo as Chris goes to band practice and makes me think that we really do have a co-dependent relationship for entertainment solely.

Last night a few of us went down to the Dove which boasts and excellent variety of Belgium beers and good times, I guess. And Friday I wen to Jonas' flat warming party which is amazing because we had to cross the road to get there. It sort of parlays into my Friday day taxi ride with a house DJ cum driver, day time job to pay for xmas presents and December bills. But we had a great chat about music and the digital age but this was haunted in my mind so when we went to Jonas I went through Chris' friend's ipod until 4am, and probably outstayed my welcome by an hour being a bit drunk and stupidly cerebral (sorry Jonas and Pippa). Embarassing.

Whoah, I recognise one of these solo spice songs. Miss Elliot featuring Mel B. Still a bit shit. I hope my towel is warm now.

scared, cold and wet

I'm watching the Exorcist and remembering why and how I was traumatised as a 12 year old the first time I watched it. Chris has never seen it and took a toilet break. It's tipping down with rain, our living room is freezing and I'm actually afraid all over again. Seriously, why did I watch this movie alone when I was so young? Why am I sitting alone now?

Electric

It's' such a nasty day out. It's freezing, raining and pretty dreary. And I find that living by the canal makes the breeze and/or gale forced winds far colder. I regret having to buy milk and dishwasher powder this morning.

And Chris is sick, yet again. Why are two blatant hypochondriacs with weakened immune systems living together? He's tucked into a bath and is now enjoying beans on toast and the paper. I'm over an illness that stemmed three weeks with no days off because I was too busy. I've been doing mass PR product placement over the past month for Christmas but it has come to a halt and things have toned down.

And we heard our Christmas holiday time which is fantastic as I have a long stretch of time to go to Prague for a long weekend, Birmingham for Christmas then back to London for New Year's. No idea what I'm doing, or really what anyone is doing for New Year's. I don't even like to plan this far in advance but thanks to Facebook, people are already making plans.

And lastly, personally, I went to Tate Modern with Chris on Friday to stimulate my brain. Since receiving this television, we haven't done much aside from me coming home, Chris cooking me amazing dinners then watching tv. So dreadful I know, but I felt like my brain was turning a bit to putty. However you know days when you look back at night and think, wow, I was really funny today? That was mine on Friday. The sayings of a severely insecure individual I'm sure. But we had people round the flat later that Friday then we all went out to our local pub which is cosy and sells an exceptional variety of Belgium beer. And yesterday I spent horizontal watching Property Developer that resumes right now so I have to go.

I didn't have internet

We've moved. We're settled and we finally have BT line and therefore have internet.

I am the epitome of domestic bliss. Aside from the fact that I just dropped my bathmat into the canal and it's floating away. Lots of pictures of my new home and new neighbourhood coming soon.