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So what sort of exciting things have I been up to? Well! I managed to spend te entire weekend confined to the flat. Yes, I know. IMPRESSIVE. And pathetic, as Saturday was actually a fine looking day. To my credit, I pounced on Richard as soon as we woke up, suggesting we take advantage of what may very well be our last weekend with a car and go on a mini road trip. He wasn't too keen, however, and it wasn't until late into the evening that he suggested we do something. By then it was too late for me, who was already in my pyjamas, flopped in front of the TV. Silly!
I planned to make it up to him by having a huge exciting day out on Sunday, involving a museum, restaurant dinner, social visit and pub quiz! But it was cold and wet and Richard had suddenly developed a severe cold. Ah well.
But enough of such dribble. The big news is, I finally sold the car! Yes! PHEW! A middle-aged Christian called Chris phoned on Friday asking to have a look, and within hours was on our doorstep with a flashlight and a friend from his Christian foundatin or something. The two of them inspected the car, found all its faults, including some we didn't know it had, like a totally rusted exhaust. Oops. Yet miraculously they still wanted it. At a price a bit lower than what I had hoped, but considering how long it's taken and all that, I dare not risk it, and agreed. I handed over the keys today.
It was a bit sad watching it drive away for the very last time. And nerve-racking, as the starter has been acting up lately and I was convinced it wouldn't start and I only felt a wee bit guilty about this, as if I was tricking the guy. But... yeah. That's the risk he takes, right? Right. Besides, I transferred an entire year of my service plan and emergency roadside assistance to him so I shouldn't feel guilty at all, right? Right.
I'll miss that lil red devil. And of course as soon as I got back from the bank, I got a phone call from someone else interested in it, who seemed very disappointed that it was gone. I bet they would have paid me more too. Damn. Ah well. At least it's over. One less stress. Now I can focus on the future, which is scary and exciting at the same time. I will be home two weeks today. Wow! I'll wait until next week to start packing. Until then, I have practical matters to sort, like a final appointment with my new doctor to try to finagle a three month supply of drugs. Fingers crossed!
It's also our two-year anniversary this week. I think technically it's tomorrow, which is nice because we're going to a Magnetic Fields concert in Edinburgh. Who better to see than the songster responsible for 69 Love Songs eh? Unfortunately, Richard is currently sick as a dog. Hmmm.
The real celebration will come on Friday, however, at pop league. It's the place where we first met and got together, so it's only fitting that we should choose that day and venue to celebrate. Plus, it'll be my last one in a long time, and probably the last big social outing before I go. Awww. Too bad I'm so shit poor, otherwise I would make some sort of grand gesture.. or at least a small token. Usually I'm the one giving gifts, or getaways to exotic locations. But this time it's the other way around, and it feels strange. Richard bought me an antique 14k white gold ring with a big authentic pearl. It's gorgeous. NOT an engagement ring, as he is very careful to point out. Just jewelry. Which I've been begging for. Mmmm.
As it is, I have about £36 to last me two weeks, and that's not counting the £100 Richard has already lent me to cover my next loan payment, nor the £500 outstanding balance that will remain once I pay off the debt with the sale of the car - which he has offered to pay at a rate of about £50 a month until I get back. Ack! I hate owing anyone money, especially someone who doesn't have enough as it is. The other day I had to have Richard empty his wallet, and we managed to scrounge together £8 worth of small bills and loose change so that I could get some groceries. I went to one of the large shops, which was torture. There were so many things I wanted - and not even frivolous things; things like yeast! - but I had to limit myself to the bare essentials like fruit and veggies and bread and milk and cereal. I can't wait to make money again, and to spend it on luxury goods like underwear and peanut butter. Mmmmm.
Time to go nurse my infirm. It's only a matter of time before I, too, become sniffly and gross, so beware - the next post will likely be full of driveling, self-pitying patheticness.
