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Tuesday, December 28, 2004

supposed to be on holiday

Not only is today a day off work, it's also a Bank Holiday. So why, might I ask, have I spent almost all of it sorting out my bedroom? The answer: a Christmas present.

My mum bought me a bookcase, which is actually more like a multi-purpose shelving unit - or at least that's what I'm using it for, for Christmas. And I chose today to put it together.

But that first meant clearing my room of all the shite I'd amassed. And I've really been hoarding a lot of old tat! There are seven black plastic bags in the hallway at the moment full of useless stuff, as well as a couple of boxes of old magazines - mostly New Scientist from when I was at school, but also a smattering of FHM and Loaded magazines from about six or seven years ago.

God knows why I still have them - they even came with me when I moved five years ago! At least I didn't take them up to University with me, I guess! I think I probably just threw everything I owned in boxes because it was all a bit of a rush-job and had to be done in the space of a weekend (I had lectures (to miss), don't forget). You try packing up for a move in a single weekend - I dare ya.

If God does know why, He hasn't let on about it and He's now missed His chance to convince me that they should stay because there's no way I'm finding space for that little (Ha!) lot.

I now have just one more box of things to work my way through but I thought I'd have a cup of tea and a quick peruse online before I finish the job off. I fully expect to be online for the rest of the evening now and not sort through the rest of it before the end of 2004... but at least I'll be able to come up with an excellent excuse as to why it's not quite done yet on the off-chance that anyone asks.

Oh, and the photo of the otter figurines that I was bought my parents is below. The one on the left is from my dad and the one on the right is from my mum. I've christened the left-most one Jack, and the middle one Sally. I haven't yet decided on a name for the right-hand one - it's a bit too tall for an Annie, but I guess I could be persuaded.



Oh, and Sally's not eyeing up the unnamed otter... it just looks like that in the photo.