Bring Back The Black Line!

There are certain aspects of wartime rationing which I personally don't think were such a terrible idea. I'm not talking about meat, dairy, bread or even sugar. I'm talking about hot water.

Today I was denied the simple pleasure of a mid-afternoon shower because some selfish girl (no, before you start burning your bras at me or send Germaine Greer to have a go - it really was a girl) used all the hot water this morning having a bath.

Now, since I am fortunate enough to have the pipes from the bathroom spewing their soapy effluence right outside my bedroom window, I know precisely how lavish the bath in question was. It was steamy, it was soapy and it was, without a shadow of a doubt, very girly.

Bring back the black line, I say. A six inch bubble limit on morning baths so the rest of us might at least have a snowflake's chance in hell at having a luke-warm shower when we wish. End bathtime selfishness! Bring back the black line! - Could be a national campaign.

Articles

In the process of emailing the editors of local newspapers advertising some articles I've written and wondering if I'm completely insane to even think that people might be interested to hear what some unemployed loser thinks.

Of course, the fact that I am an unemployed loser is exactly why I've written what I have written, it's the whole point. Still, I'm not expecting any replies.

In other news, there are some rather odd noises coming from the next room. It reminds me of my first year at uni when I lived above a guy addicted to playing online games and I'd hear angry American geeks shouting obscenities through the night.

Ahh, the joys of living in a houseshare...

The house is suddenly full of people, where there were only three of us there are now five, and soon there is to be a sixth! It'll be interesting to see how the house dynamic changes over the next few days, maybe there finally will be a house dynamic. As long as I don't have to fight for the TV to watch America's Next Top Model it'll be fine.

Not much to report really, have filled my day with speaking to family and friends on the phone and preparing some pieces for the local paper. I hope they go down ok, mind you I'm not keeping my hopes up.

Off to knitting club tonight which will be nice, although it's in a pub and I don't know if I'm ready to look at or smell alcohol yet. Must try to not vomit on the crochet.

A Tuesday Wedding

Good morning all,

Very much looking forward to the first of this week's two big events, in about an hour I'm heading off to a friend's wedding to help out with the bar. It'll be a long day but the possibility of good company, good laughs and a free meal is making me eager to get there.

Can't wait!

In other news: Landlord is advertising for new tenants and has asked me to show someone around the house this week. I hope we end up with a couple of girls really, we could do with a female touch (and one that's actually willing to do something rather than just moan like the last one).

Finger's crossed eh?

Now, what on earth am I going to wear today?!