It feels bizarre staying in a serviced apartment. Tonight I can't be bothered with anything. In fact, I've been in a slobbish mood all day...eating junk..yawning profusely.. and there is a visible trail of where I've been since I got in the door tonight. Dirty dishes dumped in the sink, scattered saucepans across the bench tops. Socks left in 2 different locations in the lounge. Clothes strewn across various other locations.
The domestic staff are great here. They've replenished the towels, the bed clothes, the tea towels...and annoyingly put the remote controls away under the tv and neatly arranged the coasters on the coffee table. So I made a mess...(the story of my life right now.
I do have to say one thing. Watching tv tonight I saw that BBC correspondent Alan Johnston had been released. I was so happy to see this, really and honestly moved to tears... It was wonderful news. Best of luck to him and his family and friends.
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
I'm bored...
Back in the flat. Been in London for the last few nights. And back to London tomorrow night. So here I am, sitting in bed at 7.45pm, dinner already over and sipping on a VAT(Vodka and Tonic...good ole Arthur...)
There's not much to tell really. I'll get some pics up soon. Then you can see the glorious sights I have...some power plant in the distance.
And seriously, the walk back to the apartment from the train station was just so depressing. It's really not that bad. Just straight down Bath Road, flat, boring...and the rain bucketed down on me. I was trying to fumble around in my bag for my brand new leopard print umbrella, juggling the backpack with work files, the overnight bag with my clothes and shopping and the handbag...wearing cheap arsed black pants, green sweater, denim jacket and trainers...I must have looked brilliant. Surprisingly I had no bored asshole motorist toot and yell abuse at me. They even seem too bored to do that.
I'm so glad I didn't buy a plain, boring, black umbrella...
Sigh...nearly 3 weeks down and 13 to go....Can I vote myself out of the apartment?
There's not much to tell really. I'll get some pics up soon. Then you can see the glorious sights I have...some power plant in the distance.
And seriously, the walk back to the apartment from the train station was just so depressing. It's really not that bad. Just straight down Bath Road, flat, boring...and the rain bucketed down on me. I was trying to fumble around in my bag for my brand new leopard print umbrella, juggling the backpack with work files, the overnight bag with my clothes and shopping and the handbag...wearing cheap arsed black pants, green sweater, denim jacket and trainers...I must have looked brilliant. Surprisingly I had no bored asshole motorist toot and yell abuse at me. They even seem too bored to do that.
I'm so glad I didn't buy a plain, boring, black umbrella...
Sigh...nearly 3 weeks down and 13 to go....Can I vote myself out of the apartment?
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
new digs
I'm in the new flat now. Bigger and better....but completely crazy neighbours...just sitting in bed now cowering under the covers as I type this. Just a few moments ago there was a huge crash in the apartment above which completely shook this flat...It's quite late. I've been working up until about 11.30pm. Going a little stir crazy and checked out of the peep hole in the front door for nutso psychopaths before walking in the bedroom. I'm freaking myself out now....I mean, really, who honestly checks their hallway to ensure there's no Jack Nicholson 'Johnny' character from 'The Shining' standing outside...
The excitement of the day was finding a short cut to my walk home. Instead of going around the bus station and under the creepy subway, I can now save 2 mins and cross a road full of maniac motorists....creeps vs maniacs...I'll take my chances with the maniacs.
Anyway, time to reset the radio station to some sort of local BBC station and get some shut eye. Stay tuned...
The excitement of the day was finding a short cut to my walk home. Instead of going around the bus station and under the creepy subway, I can now save 2 mins and cross a road full of maniac motorists....creeps vs maniacs...I'll take my chances with the maniacs.
Anyway, time to reset the radio station to some sort of local BBC station and get some shut eye. Stay tuned...
Monday, 18 June 2007
Surely make you lose your mind....
My arrival in Slough yesterday was surely one of the most depressing moments of my life. My home for the next 4 months is a serviced apartment located in sunny Slough. Actually, quite a few words other than 'sunny' do occur to me in order to describe Slough...surly, sad, suicidal, sulky, slow, sigh.....
The building in which the apartment is located is one of those cheap arsed new builds...1 bedroom, everything is electric, nasty laminate floors. It's just...well...cheap....I can't quite work out if the lift smells or urine or disinfectant. Maybe it's a combination of both.
Disappointed? That would be an understatement. Ok, so I'm a bit hormonal with womens business right now, and getting of a hangover after arriving home at 4am Sat morning, but I seriously almost burst into tears when I entered the place.
Firstly, some clown had left the central heating on full blast all day. It was a muggy 23 degrees C outside! Threatening rain. (You can really tell I've acclimatised to the weather here). The manager of the place just grinned and suggested I leave the windows open...yeah, nice one. There's 4 lanes of traffic just outside my window. The main road into Slough. Trucks, cars, emergency vehicles with sirens wailing. Plus, we are in a direct flight path for Heathrow air traffic. Fabbo!!!!!!
The manager had such an expectant look on his face awaiting my reaction to the flat. I turned to him and asked him if he could find another apartment for me....ouch...a bit of hurt pride...but I move to a different one on Thursday at the back of the building overlooking a park....can't wait for that one.
Next, a brief tour around the flat and the manager then leaves me in peace to sort my stuff.
The building in which the apartment is located is one of those cheap arsed new builds...1 bedroom, everything is electric, nasty laminate floors. It's just...well...cheap....I can't quite work out if the lift smells or urine or disinfectant. Maybe it's a combination of both.
Disappointed? That would be an understatement. Ok, so I'm a bit hormonal with womens business right now, and getting of a hangover after arriving home at 4am Sat morning, but I seriously almost burst into tears when I entered the place.
Firstly, some clown had left the central heating on full blast all day. It was a muggy 23 degrees C outside! Threatening rain. (You can really tell I've acclimatised to the weather here). The manager of the place just grinned and suggested I leave the windows open...yeah, nice one. There's 4 lanes of traffic just outside my window. The main road into Slough. Trucks, cars, emergency vehicles with sirens wailing. Plus, we are in a direct flight path for Heathrow air traffic. Fabbo!!!!!!
The manager had such an expectant look on his face awaiting my reaction to the flat. I turned to him and asked him if he could find another apartment for me....ouch...a bit of hurt pride...but I move to a different one on Thursday at the back of the building overlooking a park....can't wait for that one.
Next, a brief tour around the flat and the manager then leaves me in peace to sort my stuff.
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