volcanic's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- true confessions Ho-de-ho, here we are again! That was my fake stab at jollity there. Did you like it? Weeeellllll… where do I start? It’s been a shitty ol’ week in volcanic Wales this week. For a start, the telly is pissing me off. Well, Welsh telly is pissing me off. I fully accept that I now live in a country that is rightly proud of its national heritage and language. I fully support the fact that my son’s learning the lingo at school, and I marvel when he tells me things like tiwlip being the Welsh for “tulip” and that he has to say prynhawn da to the teacher when they go back to class after lunch. I like the fact that when you ring up the doctor or the bank or whatever, they say “Bore da, good morning blah blah blah”, but I can’t get my head round Welsh telly. Everywhere else in Britain, they’re getting The Osbournes tonight. We’re not. We’ll get it one night in the week at about four in the morning, if at all. I haven’t got a problem with Welsh language programming, but I do miss proper Channel 4. I think I’m going to have to fork out £100 for a digibox, which doesn’t fill my heart with joy, but it’s going to be a necessity, I think. Still, Jonathan Ross is on the BBC now, which helps. I believe Kylie’s on tonight, so watch me get progressively more depressed about the fact that I’m not a pixified waifish dinky beauty as I type. Eww. She looks a tad over-glossed as it goes. I’m glad even Kylie has yuck days. As I said, crap week- I’ve been depressed about Fatboy having a shit time at school, I’ve felt lonely and isolated, and I ended up in the Student Advice Centre on Monday, which led to a counselling session on Thursday. The nice lady there is trying to make me grieve the things I’ve lost and sacrificed to make this big life change, but I’m not quite convinced yet. I still feel like a moaning Minnie, and that I just need a good kick up the arse, but there you go. Anyway, I’m going back to see her later on this week, so we’ll see. The Fatboy situation is starting to improve, I’ve liaised extensively with his teacher this week, and I’ve also had a visit from a specialist health visitor, who’s coming back next week with forms and phone numbers and stuff for me. And I miss George. George has been ill all week, with the evil flu that laid me up the other week, and as a result I’m rather brattily missing getting some big dollops of good loving off him, albeit on the phone, but valued and appreciated all the same. Still, if you want a good giggle about something that happened on the night of our first date, go here and marvel at the fact that this man still finds me attractive… 11:22 p.m. - 01.11.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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