Wednesday, January 21
I received a bank statement this morning informing me that I have plenty of money in my bank account and that all seems well. Wednesday is the day I volunteer at SHIP and I'd set off a little earlier than I needed to, so I popped into
Jumbo for my usual browse though their leaflets. I also stopped by the Bargains section and somehow managed to persuade myself to buy a
Venus Hum CD, a
Bettina Motive CD and an
Element CD. Well they had pretty covers. Later I went to Borders and came out with a copy of Furore magazine and the latest issue of
The Yoke. After that I went to Scope and bought
The Earthquake Bird by Susanna Jones and
Instances Of The Number Three by Salley Vickers. Finally I went into the library and borrowed
Too Black, Too Strong by Benjamin Zephaninah. Added to the pile of magazines and approximately 200 books I already have to read, it's, erm, quite a lot.
My day at SHIP was mostly uneventful. New volunteers appeared who I haven't previously met, and who I didn't know were coming, which threw me a little, but I survived. A packet of Hob Nobs was being passed around and I ended up eating ten of the buggers. Hob Nobs should be illegal, they're so moreish. And of course I'm not hungry now when it's tea time and I have some burgers in the fridge which desperately need eating. Simon came around finally and gave me some hugs. He was scared by the dancing bear too. Glad to know it's not just me. Neurologist appointment tomorrow, with my dad, joy. Then a trip to the supermarket. Kill me now. Well, once I've read my magazines, that is.
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