Well yesterday’s coffee turned into a meal, then a trip to the cinema to see After the Sunset. I had a lovely time. Whether or not this leads on to somthing else, doesn’t matter too much.
The title is probably not appropriate, but never mind.
My parents came over Thursday and brought my computer, and some boxes, and seemed to think I should be getting a move on with my settling in. I have empted several fruit boxes onto my shelves in the front room and put a stack of videos in the cupboard. But my mum indicated the remaining boxes in the front room, and said “you can’t live like this.” So yesterday I went through a couple of boxes of nick-nacks and paper and hauled most of the rest into the cellar. I have thrown away a curver box full of paper (including a rather paranoid hate letter from a girl I knew when I lived in Cambridge), and sorted out a bag full of letters with my name and address or account details on to shred.
The cellar is now getting full.
This morning I was supposed to be going to York to meet my parents, before meeting a friend over there for coffee. But my parents aren’t going now, so I have a day to rearrange.
I’m no good with death, that is the death of friends and aquaintances, and their close relatives. I don’t suppose anyone is, but some people are better than others. As I get older I suppose I’d better get used to it, or get used to having no friends.
In the case of a relative, I know my place, I send a card, I show up, I have things to do. My family are quite practical on this matter and we seem to cope much better than others.
My problem is with people outside my family that I don’t quite know what to do or say. Anything I can think of seems crass and stupid, and in the past I have been quite annoyed at people who spouted meaningless drivel when a friend through Uni died.
The other dilemma is did I know them well enough to turn up at their funeral to say goodbye?
A number of people I knew have died or had relatives die this year. A friend through SAGGA jumped from a 9th floor window, which was shocking, and someone from the Jamboree IST died last week leaving a partner and a baby daughter. Both were tragically young.
“And you can’t legislate against rolling pins. It would be silly.”
I’m the top yahoo search result for “does someone come round for random house checks on benefits.”
There must be a spelling mistake in there somewhere.
Spent my first night in Cross Hills last night. Had fun and games with the TV until I worked out the Keighley transmitter doesn’t transmit Channel 5 as an old fashioned analogue signal. I had not been looking forward to moving in, especially after the weekend.
Earlier this evening went to my old GP for a prescription. Given I was in the area I contacted Nicola to see if there was anything I needed to pick up, which may have been a mistake. Nicola said there was, and when I went round it was quite clear what the new situation was, and why the relationship had really finished. (I have no quarrel with Bungle as I figure he has done me a favour).
On the way home popped in to Sainsburys (as Morrisons was shut) to pick up a few essentials. Spent £20 and only got one meal out of it!
This morning I feel brighter about it all. I still need a wardrobe and to move in all my clothes, but the place feels like home. And I get an extra hour in bed of a morning.
I collected my keys to my new house on Friday, and visited it on the way home from work.
Saturday was spent looking round the place in detail, buying various household essentials from various shops in Skipton, and cleaning up two armchairs we found in the cellar. I handed over my credit card to so many retailers, I hate to think what the balance will be when I next ring up and check it. I bought among other things, a bed, a mop and bucket, and two throws.
Saturday evening we had my niece Emily to stay. I appear to be Emily’s favourite relative at the moment, which is both sweet and daunting as I have no idea how I achieved this status.
Sunday we went out to B&Q to buy some stepladders and wallpaper. During the afternoon I helped my Dad attach some boards to the inside of the roof to keep the loft clean and free from falling dirt and cement chunks. In the evening we had a curry to celebrate my birthday, which is today. Tonight my mum is taking me to see Starlight Express in Manchester by way of a birthday treat.
I have in my possession the tenancy agreement for my new home. I collect the keys on 5th November. So this weekend I’ll be shopping for a bed.
As a result of the previously mentioned comment abount the BNP on Jeremy Hardy Speaks to the nation, he’s been banned from playing a gig in Burnley.
Shame as it’s the venue closest to Cross Hills he’s going to.