h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

shhh.... don't tell anyone... but.... they made it through untoiced.... unnoticed.... they escaped the £8 handling charge ... and the customs tax <evilgrin. first time ever anyting I've ordered from abroad, has made it to my front door, escaping getting snagged up by customs, which in itself, is fine, but, I so seriously object to passing the £8 handling charge to teh mail system's shareholders, just so I can pay less than £8 in tax, to the revenue

and.

they're gorgeous aparently post form Australia arrives quicker to Cambridge UK, than it does if sent from Ldonodn UK MMM.

now. also. I finally have my fur stole

my neighbour bought it round.

the postman had, for an unknown and unfathonable reason, thrown it onto the neighbs balcony.

neighbour, said, he didn't know what it was, throught it had come from 'the flats upstairs' (there are not any flats upstairs), he'd opened it... and, well... but at least I have it.

I think my neighbours smoked a bit too much weed in his life.... amongst other things i need a bigger letterbox.

I'm intrigued by this idea of deliveries falling down out of the skies from "The Flats Upstairs"!

Me too

I'm convinced now, its a conspiracy. to convince Me I've gone insane (from outsane, not from saine, natch).

First,

postman brings a parcel to my door, to deliver.

instead of leaving a 'your not in' card, or, I dunno; taking it to the shop next to my house; oo, five steps away; he steps back... and back... and ... throws it on to a baloncy! not my balcony... no... the neighbours... the insane neighbours...

then, the neighbour, bring it round... seemingly oblivious to it having been a parcel, with my name and addres son, and instead, he's opened it, thinking it was from the 'flats upstairs' (which don't exist) <laugh.

err. this is just jasmine tea, camomile tea, peppermint tea, I've been drining like? <laugh.

A lot of people round me. including doctors, often act in really insane ways. - all part of the same conspiracy to convince me I'm insane and not outsane really... I've enough of a problem with holding onto my faint grip on so-called reality as it is, without such things happening

in otter news;

the really really cheap necklace I bought from a charity shop today... I really like it its kinda got glass 'leaves' on it, and on a silver long chain... and the glass bits kinda hit each other, and make a loverly noise; its an audio necklace!

so nearly bought a gorgeous long coat, but it was fawn, and I don't have much colours to really go with it... in my size... and only £19 I may go back and rescue it Monday if its still there

in otter otter news, just won two auctions on EBay, two more M&S blouses, well, one blouse, one tunic top
but... I'm still... so so so so tmepted by a jacket I saw on EBay.... brand new... returns one..... and sparkly... and beaded, and ... in the wedding section but... t might be so* me

Get another injection of testosterone Thursday.... though as yet its not exacly made me over masculin in some ways though.... in otters the effects are .... quite rejuvinating actually... rejunivating might not be quite the right phrase... I'm not sure I could have done... err... 'that' when I was in my late teens early twentys

seeimginly the testosterone is lowering now in my bloodstreem though, just starting to notice the hot flushes trying to make a come-back although... its not affected other things yet

if.... if only I had more energy so tired all the time yet useually unable to sleep ,wah>

Must go drink some more tea, and think of random things I could throw on to my neighbours blcony, just to utterly confuse him; he seemed utterly mystified as to what the contents of my package was.... apparently he'd never seen a fox-fur stole before

I can't help it, I'm chuckling away here about the postman and the Flats Upstairs.

I'm going to start using that one. Any time somebody asks me where something is I'm just going to tell them it's in the flats upstairs.

Yeah that money I owe you? I left it in the Flats Upstairs for you

yep... has to be done

man? jah? yeh, jah know, its like the postman, innit; left it with the flats upstairs man.

I really oughta think about bed so tired and I can't have .... another supper tonihgt... I've had enough already by anyones standard...