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

(Did I mention I ran out of credit on my phone??...remind me to rectify that tonight )

Anyway, just dropping a note to senor smarty pantalones to tell you that yes, I *have* booked my flights, and I *have* booked my hotels...and I will email you tonight with all of the relevant details...because I don't have your w**k email, do I ?

(Do I ? What did I have for breakfast? What's my middle name? Why do I keep forgetting things ??)

But in any event, I will be there. Thursday

*giggles some more*

No, you don't have the w*rk email address... I could send it to you, I suppose. Does an out-of-credit phone still receive SMS with no dramas?

Yes it does...I got your giggly sms with relatively little drama.

Having said that, there was a little drama. But not because of the phone...just because I audibly giggled in reply at w**k

As long as it was only a little drama...

W*rk email coming now, via sms.

Done and dusted, my young friend

And back again! Fun, isn't it?

The question is how long can I keep it up for ??

Another 25 minutes, maybe? That's what I have to struggle through before freedom comes.

How was the flight back?

I must admit to feeling rather tired and weary today. Can't think what brought that on...

The flight was relatively painless...the 6 o'clock alarm...not so painless

And then there was the 4 hour wait for the Boy's plane to come in after I'd arrived...so I found myself a seat, put on my Cat Stevens cd and knitted

I think the young gentleman manning the hire car stall behind me was painfully close to alerting security of my presence

..."I don't know who she is...she's been sitting there for a few hours though...brandishing sharp shiny objects and occassionally spasming..."

(I can't help it..."Peace Train" always makes me want to dance...and I have the unfortunate knack for being confused for an elephant in fits when I dance...)





Anyway, I've been fed, the Boy has gone to work, and I thought I'd drop in. Glad I decided to grow a pair and actually follow through on a meet this time

Will catch you soon, kid

I'm looking down the barrel at a very boring week in the office. I expect I'll cope somehow.

The cab company caught an earful from me on Saturday night; I had to ring again to get a cab. The first one I ordered for me apparently picked up someone else, and didn't tell the controllers. *sigh* Bunch of muppets, that's what they are.

My next-week house-guest has cancelled her trip, on the grounds that she can't afford it after all. That's a bit lucky, as I couldn't really afford to have her here. Quite a relief, I must admit. I'll spend those days being a hermit instead, conserving cash for Melbourne.

Speaking of being a hermit, I've just wormed out of going to my ex's farewell drinkies. I sent him an email titled 'My Life as a Chicken', and got a response saying that he quite understands, and that he doesn't want to go either. So there's some more expense avoided. I'm getting good at this...

Awww puppet

about the cab thing…I’m sure there’s a very good reason why they only have one taxi company…I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it though…ohhh, poor Ivan stuck in the cold !

You know when you get here you won’t have to worry about money. I believe it’s my shout next time around !

He didn’t sound like he wanted to big farewell to any degree from what you’d told me. But it’s good that he can understand why you wouldn’t want to be there ! I’ve never been big on farewells…I have this terrible feeling that I will cry like a little girl when the Boy heads to Japan . I’m almost tempted to tell him not to go because I have a 5 year record of not crying that I’d like to keep .

(well, that would be the official reason why I wouldn’t want him to go anyway)

It’s school holidays now so it will be nice and quiet around here. Well it won’t be as bad as it could have been, in any event. Nothing cheers me up as much as wandering to my desk after a fantastic weekend…there’s something about piles of paper and scribbled sticky notes all over my computer screen…it’s like my own little welcome back party…

If one of us had to hang around outside a pub and a funeral parlour in the dark, I'd more or less prefer it to be me. Chivalry ain't dead, it's just a bit bruised and needs a long rest.

And yes, I told the ex that I was afraid my mask would slip if I had to say goodbye. He understood what I meant by that - there have been episodes in the past where one or both of us have completely lost all traces of stoicism.



Those of us who are here went out for a coffee this morning; then I wandered off to the garden centre for a while. We're all trying to think of a way to waste the afternoon.

Well bless you for that. It’s nice to know that there are still gentlemen out there…but I still should’ve been me. I don’t mind the cold, don’t scare easily and look enough like a freak for people to want to leave me alone

(Besides which I went to an all girls school…I was the Designated Gentleman )

I hate crying. My nose goes bright red and stays that way for a *very* long time after I’ve actually stopped crying…the fact that I avoid the sun only makes it more obvious. Apart from which I have a reputation to protect .

It’s good that he understands though. And I think it’s nice for him to know that there is at least one person who will genuinely miss him too

Writing a rambling journal entry wasted part of the afternoon, at least.

I think I'm used to being the Trusted Chaperon. For some reason, women don't see me as a threat. (Their boyfriends sometimes do, but only for about five minutes.)

The ex will be missed by a lot of people here, but for a lot of them it will be for his gentle gregariousness and his hospitality. I'll miss him for himself. I suppose that's the difference.

"...For some reason, women don't see me as a threat. (Their boyfriends sometimes do, but only for about five minutes.)..."

I'm the same, except sometimes the boys are scared for a little bit longer

I'm the kind of gal that boys can talk to at the pub without their girlfriends getting antsy

As long as you know and he knows, that's all that matters right ?

Yes, that's all that matters. He'll always be special, wherever he ends up.

Awwwww

People very rarely call me special. And when they do, you can here the air quotes around it...

...Oh that girl, she's a bit "special",isn't she ?

Funny; I get that sort of comment too. Usually from some especially blokey lads at the office.

I don't know how many genuinely blokey blokes there are out there anymore anyway...for all their farting and talking about sport, they all seem to drink lolly water and spend far too much time on their hair...??