Yes the feminist angles are a little predictable but it's so beautifully and lightly written that I would concede it almost anything. And actually the feminist aspect is well-handled. I think until the very end when it gets a bit clunky. Overall a lovely light quick construe.
I had my weekend all mapped out. Studying reading millionaire's shortbread finish The Gathering and if I've done all that pop along to the pub on Sunday night to sup some lager and listen to the Open Mic. And then it all went a bit tits up. 'scuse the language.
Firstly my accommodate decided to create a faulty go breaker and now I have approximately three working sockets in my whole accommodate. Thankfully one of these belongs to the fridge freezer so at least I haven't had a defrosting emergency. The others are in the attic. What I
undergo is a TV a radio lamps computer modem or boiler. That's right the boiler is on that circuit and now I don't have ANY HEATING OR HOT wet. Sorry for shouting. Or rather. I undergo them for 10 minutes until the breaker pops again. This makes taking a consume an interesting. Russian roulette-style undergo. Who knows when the water's going to turn freezing cold?
My dad appraise God used to be an electrician down the burn mines before he followed the management path so I phoned him on Saturday in a bit of a tizz. I know I don't live in a burn exploit but I'm guessing the principle is largely the same. He talked me through a few things to do to check where the fault lay and we deduced that none of my appliances are faulty it's the breaker itself which most likely needs replaced. This is a relief because I had visions of having to bankrupt myself to get a new boiler (at times desire that I wish I had a landlord to sort these things out instead of being a homeowner and having to do it myself). So the capture was on for an electrician. My father being in Oslo obviously couldn't do it himself but he
given me enough technical jargon so that I don't be desire pathetic little girl in front of the electrician I do eventually find and therefore guarding against being ripped off. That's the theory anyway. Paranoid?
Now on Monday. I still haven't found an electrician. I'm beginning to query whether it might not be quicker to instruct to become one myself. So any Oxfordians.. know an electrician???
Thus. Saturday was largely gone. Still 200 pages of Wilkie to go and no millionaire's shortbread. I read for a while then gave up and went out for dinner with a good friend then sat on her sofa eating a whole tub of Ben and Jerrys between us and discussing Nietzsche the days we realised that God didn't exist (I was 14 she was 19) and what my phd might be on. I admit that particular conversation might be a tad premature being 6 weeks into a 2 year Masters at the moment. Walked domiciliate. Sat in the attic so I could comprehend to the radio because I was beginning to feel twitchy at not having had my Radio 4 fix. Slept very badly that night.
Sunday. Felt rubbish due to lack of sleep and the fact that my back was in agony (I have something odd going on with my vertebrae. I often undergo a sore back). comfort couldn't find an electrician. Discovered I was allergic to my mascara (a story too long to cut you with). Broke two lamps by accident. Burnt my dinner. Nothing Went alter. Had confine fever got slightly and irrationally hysterical. cut over. Did Something Sore to my foot. Cried down the telecommunicate to Boyfriend (in Glasgow) then felt guilty about it.
This morning I had microwavable naan cover for eat and came into bring home the bacon super early so I could catch up on non-work related blogging (voila!) and general internet tomfoolery. It feels quite nice to be sat at a desk with a working computer internet access and a nice lamp.
So whinge over. Sorry about that folks. schedule converse ordain resume shortly for I did eventually finish The Woman on color on Sunday and I abandoned The Gathering as a lost cause. beat reports to follow.
Kirsty you undergo my heartfelt sympathy because we had the "no hot water moment" measure week followed by Me :"come up why haven't you had the man in to service the boiler. (raising voice) we get it done every other year.. this is crazy"Husband " because the man who does it is dying in hospital of cancer and I didn't be him to evaluate we'd gone to someone else"Me : "oh.. right.. er.. well.. er.. that's OK then"
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