My fabulous father has bought me a sat-nav! I think he is trying to tell me something about my navigational abilities! No seriously, he knows I have problems when I leave what Ali would term 'our world'. My trips to Smoggieland and Stockton-On-Tees were proof enough of that. So I now have a TomTom. This thing could be a god-send if I can familiarise myself with how to work it! You can even choose a certain voice to give you your directions - which has had my sides splitting with laughter. You can have Darth Vader, ('you have now completed your trip to the dark side'), a farmer voice, a Barnsley accent - a whole manner of voices. (As opposed to Jane or Tim which are your initial choices). Jane is clear - but a woman, and Tim sounds gay - so I reckon I will have to download another voice. The Scottish accented voice was gorgeous, but there is a charge for this choice - obviously a better quality! I am sure we will have some fun with this new technology!
We have been house hunting again this week. It is very....draining. I felt absolutely exhausted following our run of 6 house viewings the other day. Emotional, so emotional. For me particularly. D seems to approach every house we consider as in investment, a business deal or in a financial way; where as I throw my heart and sole into imagining whether we could live there, falling in love with places we cannot have or cant afford, pondering what I would change about this bit and that bit. My mind was spinning so fast when we got back and I was 'up a height' to say the least. It took four drinks to clam me down. To top it all off I burnt the bloody roast beef we were having for dinner, which ruined the one meal we have all been able to sit and have together properly in a long time. Typical.
It's D's BIG birthday next Friday. He is not looking forward to it to say the least. I have ummd and aahhhd about what to do and get for him to celebrate. My initial surprise was a lifetime membership to the Clan McLaren Society, but that was ruined when the documentation arrived in the post addressed to both of us. He doesn't want a party or gathering, (I guess it wouldn't be the top of my list at 50 either), and we both happen to be working that day too, despite trying to swap my shifts. So my decision was a few days away in a cottage over-looking Loch Lomond. Back in Scotland, his home, but somewhere he has not yet visited. My family all contributed as no-one really knew what to get him, and short of another cabinet full of various bottles of whisky, there were no ideas being offered. Miss Indecisive tries being decisive - I hope I made the right decision. Accompanied by an Indian takeaway and a good bottle of wine - surely I cant go wrong?
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