Guinea Pig and Return of the Cat

Well before you say “why aren’t you updating more?!” I’ll just quickly rattle off about what I’ve been up to. Finished the Bonny Baby competition and as much as I’d like to harp on about chavy Mother’s who name their baby stupid things like Destiny and Tallulah Fifi, and the child’s surname never matches the mother’s, and why WHY would you wear an American class ring let alone three of them? WWWWHHHHHHYYYYYY!?!?

Before that I have to tell you that I’m now the Evening News Guinea Pig. No longer do I get to sit on Red Lion street and in the mall (which they finally realized is not making money.) Now I sit on a bike, yes a bike. I do not ride the bike. I just sit on the bike, with an umbrella, and sell the newspaper – or not. I sell about one an hour. But their idea is to try me in a new place every week and see where the Norwich “hotspots” are. Fun. We also now have uniforms. I know they got to know me in the winter when I would wear twelve layers of clothes but I really don’t know how big they think I am. I am swimming in my new blue shirt and fleece. Oh yeah I look good. Monday I found myself chanting “I’ve officially given up the will to live.”

But things are looking up because I have tomorrow off to model at Hugo’s for his summer school. And I’m now officially a beautiful person. It’s from the BBC there was an article about this person joining a website which is a on-line dating thing but the thing is you have to be voted on you have to be a beautiful person. It is more than a bit harsh but is a good laugh.

Had a good weekend we went to Holkham beach with Dave in the wind, rain, and cold. And despite a dodgy aborigine (eggplant) I ate we played a game of rounders (messed up version of baseball – really don’t like it, or the fact that people seem to make up the rules – or that I had to bat with a cricket bat against a tennis ball.) Still we won – I think.

Then our friend Hans came down to visit and dispite me continuing with the upset stomach after a dinner by Mr. Pizza we then went out to Bedford’s Crypt for a birthday party of Chris’s boss at school. It was a good time despite the smokiness, loudness, and my bowel dysfunctioness. I found it odd to be having a birthday party in a crypt. Chris found it odd to be hanging out with his very drunk boss who sat in his lap. Dave found it odd to meet the boyfriend of the girl who likes him. Hans found it odd to be randomly verbally assaulted by Norfolk people for no reason. And I hope no one found it too odd that I kept running to the bathroom.

Last bit of news is to ring in good cheer as I was worried that Graham the (not our) Cat had disappeared. I had not seen him for over a week. But sure enough he showed up…and then the cat came back the very next day, we thought he was a goner, but the cat came back the very next day.