And I will answer all your wishes - if you asked me toooo...

Nobody blogs anymore, or reads our blog, so I think I'm safe to rant.

Vicar is wondering why I've been so down since we moved on Tuesday. It doesn't take a bloody genius to work it out. It could be because the countryside does not agree with me - my hayfever has started up again, hooray! - or the amount of painting I've been doing has finally caught up with me and my back is pretty much killing me - I blame my sister for that one, this is the third colour her room has been - and then again, it may be that our BT Homehub is possibly the post failuriffic wireless provider we could possibly have invested in. I was setting up my sister's desktop in her room today, and although it picked up the hub, it wouldn't connect. The same thing happened with the netbook when I tried to connect that too. The laptops will only connect when in a certain position, and although I was elated to find that I'd fixed up the airport on my mac without spending any money on it, I have to go through the OpenZone at the corner shop, turn airport off, and then connect to another network before it even recognises the hub. Oh, but for some reason I have a little fridge in my room, so that's a plus.
Now I need a kettle.
Oh, and alcohol -_-
Yeah - and I'm living out of boxes because apparently we forgot that I needed something to put my clothes in. Well done.
And I have no signal.
And Oli is on his last legs.
And all the money I've got left over will be spent ferrying myself over to Poulton.
Oh, Arran - why are you so down at the moment?
That's why.
Oh, and the only newspaper they sell at the corner shop is the farmer's guardian.
What. The. Fuck.
And I'm bloody freezing.
Effing country folk. I need a coffee.

End Rant