The lovely Cookie is coming to town.. In .. oh.. *checks her clock* in about 3402 hours. Since she decided to bugger off to the other side of the globe to learn Japanese, and of course having her bellybutton looked at at length (the difference in height being quite big, she's is perfect model hight with a love for high heels, the nice Japanese have probably already put up shrines to its honor) I cant bloody wait. Its going to be almost a year to the day since last time she was here. Since I now live on top of Portobello Rd she'll probably loose the last tentative control she managed to hold over her shopping reflexes last time. Will double up on packing tejp and calming chamomile tee before her visit :)
Me and Love went for a Starbucks breakfast. I'm having a very real addiction to their chicken and pastrami paninis... ooooooooooh god their good.. and then back to do some more work. As you might have guessed we did not get a DHL delivery today. No-siree... Will supposedly come tomorrow, but unless they are here before 1 pm they'll be buggered. We need to go over to the bank and get some papers sorted. I'm quite amazed that this country works at all at times. Over here it is Standard that for any delivery (post, DHL deliveries or any other type of house-bound services like plumbers, electricians etc ) you have to book a whole F**** ing day off since you never know when they'll show. And they make sure you can never nail them to an hour since they do want their morning cuppa and their lunch cuppa and any cuppa in between to be undisturbed by stress of having to see clients/customers. Its amazing. So when you order anything you will be told (if your lucky!) what day it will arrive. And then only between the hours of 9 am to 5 pm.. and if they can't make it: Oh now, they don't call.. they don't even send a fecking smoke signal over the roof tops. They figure that you'll find out by the end of the day when you still do not have your longed for scanner in your hands that you might just have to wait another day. Morons.
So DHL: I'm rescinding my apologies from yesterday. Its null, void, and your back on my hate list. Enjoy your stay. I'll get some cuddly toy trucks and stick needles into the tires.
I've still got to get to bed. It's 2 am. And the way it looks right now I'm going to be able to do a realistic impression of the living dead tomorrow when, without a doubt, DHL will arrive with our new scanner at.. oh.. 8 am?
8 AM... in my book (a very thin and thumbed book.. with its back torn and quite a few pages missing) that is to f***ing early. Ofcourse i'll have to state a written appologie tomorrow when it turns out that they arrive at a nice and normal hour (around what others deem lunchtime) and we've been waiting like children on christmas eve. Might as well cut out the middleman, and the extra post tomorrw (today?) and say, Sorry DHL, I don't hate you, your lovely ppl and do a great service. But for right now, knowing I'll be a cranky bitch tomorrow I'll just hate you a liiiitle bit more.
Oh and for anyone that might actually give a flying damned. The two little fox cubbs living in our garden ( say our.. but its a bit like beeing a five year old again, its all "look but don't touch" since it belongs to our neighbours downstairs. We've got absolutely nothing to do with it except watch it from the bedroom window. Oh and to share the pain of having a very vocal fox family living underneath our window) are very well and very boisterouse. The whole family seems to be doing well actually (can't speak for Mr Fox though. After a wirlwind romance he seems to have decided to look for other entertainment than two kids.. or maybe he just got work outside our burough.. hmm.. ) and they actually come out in full daylight to play and scamper around.
Since we have our lovely telescopic lense we abused the memorycard, and now we are the proud owners of 101 high res pixies that depicts the living and loving of the Rural London Fox Family. Also known as "Shutuppyoufu**ingbastards" at 3 am.
Small family photoalbum below:
Mother Fox...
Also known as Foxy Mamma
-"now.. Terror of my heart. Go right.. Keep your tail down
.. Pain, lay still so that your brother gets this right"
-"buuuuut mooooom"
-"put your paws to it pupp, tail down and stalk like I told you to!"
Pain- "okej.. i'll count to.. eh... 5.. ready? onnnnneeee.. and ooone.."
Terror - "lay still mom, he wont find me... "
Foxy Mamma thinking "just another couple of months of this.. just another couple of months.. "
Stalking his brother from the rondendordondondon (when are you suppose to stop the "don-don" part when spelling that word???) bush thats called home for these guys.
