wool
Not really. Time's been marching along at a snail's pace lately actually. Blah blah blah.
So much so that I have nothing exciting to report. At all. Unless you consider discovering new yarn outlets exciting. Exactly.
The weekend was pretty dull. I'm not complaining, notice. Just stating. On Saturday we did manage to get out. To do something useful, in fact. We drove around to different car dealerships to try to get rid of my car, something I always considered my last ditch effort. Apparently it's not even an option.
Firstly, we learned that none of the big dealerships buy cars that are more than a few years old. Then we discovered that the sketchy little dealerships are just as picky. One particularly sleazy specimen tried to tell me my car was worth about £800. How odd. Every official car pricing guide seems to put it at at least £2,000. Do I really look that dumb and helpless? Apparently.
After that highly disappointing result, we returned home. I was ready to give up entirely. But good old Richard, determined as ever, phoned every dealership in the yellow pages. After about 25 calls, he actually found a few who expressed interest, one of whom suggested we swing by then and there. Ooooh!
It was a bit of a hike, and with only half an hour to spare before closing, I speeded all the way, along unfamiliar roads, past some very scary neighbourhoods. We reached the place with seconds to spare, only to have him give it the once over and declare it was unsellable. Great. Apparently it's been painted before and in need of another gleaming coat and new alloy wheels if it is to stand any chance on the sales floor. Eh? Looks perfect to me mate. 'Going private is your best bet,' he told us. It's what everyone has been telling us. But it ain't that easy. I've advertised it everywhere, a spent a pretty penny doing so, only to get phone calls from weird agencies, and none from interested buyers.
Time is seriously running out. I had hoped to have it sold by this week, as my insurance is about to run out and my next payment is due. And, as Richard just pointed out, I don't actually have enough money left in my account to cover that. Shit.
After that disheartening bit of news, I wanted to make the most of our trip to East Bumblefuck, and suggested we head to the nearby huge retail complex for a bit of shopping and/or dinner. As we had money for neither, we compromised with Burger King. Ahh.. it's been months since I've had a bit of fast food knash. But even that was a disappointment. They were out of veggie burgers, gave us the wrong portions, and since when has fast food become so expensive? Lordy!
We headed home again, hard hearted as ever. On the way we decided to swing by and visit our old flat to see what the old crew was up to. Not much, it turns out. There were vague plans to head out for a few drinks later, but for the time being, it was just hanging out watching TV. Which was fine for the first hour or so, but I got tired and figured I'd rather have my pyjamas on while lazing, so we headed back. Oh yes, we are so very rock and roll.
On Sunday we left the house AGAIN. That's twice in as many days. Impressive. This time we walked to the... actually, I'm going to omit this part of the day as it just involves further proof of my geekiness. Oh yeah, we also stumbled across a discarded bureau in the street and brought it home. Now I have somewhere to put my underwear. Yay!
After all that excitement, it was hard to drag myself out of the house AGAIN for a bit of socialising, in the form of the good old pub quiz, a regular event which I always intend to attend, but never actually do. I used to go quite regularly when I first moved to Glasgow, but in the intervening year and half, the venue has changed and the cast of characters, and I never overcame my Sunday evening sloth sufficiently to make a comeback. I still don't know where I summoned the energy to do so this time around. But it was worth it. We didn't actually win or anything, but we came close, and I actually contributed a few answers and... well, it's always good to see people you like, isn't it? And amazingly, I liked everyone there.
Yesterday I left the house too actually - I would say there's a theme emerging here, only I shattered it today by not only not leaving the house, but also not showering or changing out of my pjs - and went into town. I was on a mission. The night before, while we were all gathered in Matt's living room, pulling on our coats and scarves, getting ready to go to the pub, we realised nearly all of us were wearing scarves that I had knit. Patrick had no hand knit scarf and said he felt left out and wanted one too, so I decided I should spend my remaining weeks making him one. Which meant more wool. But where to get it that wasn't super expensive? So far I've just found the one posh shop.
I asked around and had a few possibilities lined up. One involved going to a sketchy, largely unexplored part of town. I was up for the adventure. So, I bought an underground day pass and, armed with only the most general directions, got off at a previously never used station. After much wandering, I stumbled into a charity shop and asked the lady at the till where to find wool in the area. She pointed to a basket two feet away. Ha! There were only two balls of wool in it - apparently it's usually teeming with the stuff - but it was nice and cheap, so I bought it. Not quite the colours Patrick was wanting, though, so I boarded the train again and went into town to a fabric shop. They had none, but directed me to the scary indoor shopping centre nearby, where there was a tiny hidden nook with wool. Woo! Then I went to a ghetto department store and found some there too, for a bargain 99p a roll, or 6 for a fiver! I left with a whole bag full of yarn at the end, and three bags of leaf tea for a friend back home. And sore feet. Progress!
I arrived home famished and fulfilled. And there you have the past five days in a rather unexciting plain brown nutty nutshell. Today I did nothing but play on the pooter, watch my two TV shows and make a mix CD for a friend. I should be a DJ. The way I made the songs flow so perfectly together... brilliant. It only took about five hours. Oh yeah, I started the scarf too. And woke up at the ungodly hour of 7.30am. What's that about? Hmmm....
