annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think it must be high or low Shh, don't say a word, but I'm on the laptop, round mine, back on piggybacked internet. Soooo want to be able to just sit at my desk, staring at my little garden, using my own pc. Tough. It has been hideously hot and sweaty today, but it's just started chucking it down with rain, releasing a powerful smell of hot tarmac and sense of relief all round. This is a moment of peace at Casa Notbob. Maria went home this morning, Jane set off for the Cambridge folk festival via god knows where, leaving Millie with me. Sara and Ren have gone to London to see Goth Detectives - some Russell Brand and Noel Fielding extravaganza that combines Sara's two objects of desire in one over-priced unplanned show. I've no idea why Ren's going - they were at each other's throats before they left but it was still pretty sweltering then and you know what it's like: For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring My plans for staying cool, or as cool as possible, for the entire duration of the Big Chill experience haven't started that well. I thought it might work if it went: Monday = make a list, Tuesday = buy bits and pieces and accumulate things, Wednesday = pack car, Thursday = drive there, Friday Saturday and Sunday = lounge around in the open air, taking drugs, listening to music, eating chips. Monday = drive home, Tuesday = collapse exhausted, but happy. Today was list-making and it started well. It was a shopping list and I knew straight away I need to get a new umbrella. Ideally big and cheap. A good umbrella can make all the difference at a festival - parasol, walking stick, fantastic aid to drug-fuelled dancing for the over-fifties, and keeps the rain off as well. They all get fucked here, no matter how sturdy, as the wind blows in off the sea with a mighty roar. There's no point spending even as much as a fiver when you can get one down the garage for 2.99, except you can't right now. Whatever. I wrote the word umbrella on a piece of paper and asked Sara what else I might need to buy. But she was pirouetting around the kitchen in a euphoric Russell/Noel trance so I gave up and went to the park with Millie. A bit later I had a brainwave - babywipes! - and hunted down the list. Oh good, I thought when I found it. Sara's added loads of things. Wrong. Renny had added: crack cocaine, Paul Daniel's magic set, camping stove, tent, tickets, camp bed, copy of Norman Lamont's autobiography. He thinks he's clever. Off round the block with doggly. Prbably back later - I feel like there's a backlog of wittering on built up over the last week. It may have to all come out. |8:48 p.m. - 28/07/2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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