Wasn't Lost just soooo RUBBISH???

Hello 2006!!!!

No major news on our flat acquisition but my need for a grumble has thrown up a few events.

Helen and I got ourselves a lovely new ‘puter which will be officially online when we move however is currently servicing Sims 2, the occasional DVD and doing some serious multi-tasking when uploading and downloading on to MP3 players.

Ohhhh, Sims should come with a health warning. I have made the Spice Girls (one of Victoria’s fears was using a public toilet apparently – bless her), Kate Bush and her son in a swanky art deco house, Helen and I (who got married the other day, and want to throw a party but we don’t have enough friends yet) – we live in a version of the flat we are buying and of course the lovely lovely David Beckham who I am trying to get to meet Victoria. In Sims 2 they have community lots where Sims can meet up for a swim or a boop. The last time the Spice Girls went, Victoria wet herself and cried so I am hoping David will meet her at the ‘Spice World’ house on a good day (and seeming as she will have a choice of personal and public toilets she shouldn’t embarrass herself). I am however ‘Mad God’ when I log in to Helen’s Sim world. To date, the havoc I have reeked:

James Sawyer – Helen’s bachelor personified Sim – or so she hoped….. I adopted him and his new lover (who wasn’t a permanent thing) a daughter and then made them try for a baby that after 3 times in five minuets proved successful. Also Sawyers now girlfriend and mother-of-his-child-to-be has popularity aspirations and her major ‘want’ was a party. So I throw a party and then killed all the guests that arrived. Helen was a tad confused when she checked on her bachelor about town to discover a daughter, a pregnant girlfriend and a large graveyard next to the hot tub! Sadly I was half napping in bed at the time so when she was saying (half to the computer, half to me) there must be a glitch, this is really wrong – “a grave yard – where did that come from??!!” I was a lump under the duvet shaking with laughter I was trying to surpress and rather gave the game away! In another house I have removed the doors so they can’t get out and go to work – nor can they pay bills, take rubbish out etc etc – I don’t think she has checked up on these lately.

In other news, based in reality, I phoned my insurance company the other day to find out how my claim against the number 55 was going to be informed that they (bus driver insurance don’t believe an accident took place. Quite a frustrating phone call with the RAC saying that no they haven’t contacted my independent witness and giving me anecdotes of times when people have made claims against random cars. Apparently also Helen is not a reliable witness – I said that she doesn’t have a criminal record to which they said it don’t matter she might say it’s the buses fault and not mine (it is the bloody buses fault) – I said she can tell you there was accident but apparently now that’s beside the point (so was I in an accident or not??).

I have wrote a letter to Southern Railway threatening to sue if they don’t resolve the matter of accusing me of fair dodging. I also wrote a letter (my fifth) to the Independent Penalty Fares Appeal Service suggesting the Strategic Rail Authority Policy on Penalty Fares 2002 might be a good choice for their book club! – well that was the sentiment – although the letter did make my boss chuckle! Anyway, I am always advising my consumers to sue so might as well see what the process is like.
I will keep everyone updated on this one!

I start my training to be a Trading Standards Officer in February – I have homework already L although it is actually interesting J Ranj, Raj and I are going to negotiate Somerset with public transport – however as we are timetabled from 9am till 7.15pm I am not sure will are going to get to the Scarlet Pimpernel which is the nearest pub (30min work BC (before cider)).

And if you haven’t guessed what that weird picture is at the top of my blog is – its my Katty Originals – not quite dispelling the myth that I am in the special needs class for pottery. Anyway, I learnt to throw clay the other day, which for a girl I am especially disadvantaged! Be scarred, be very afraid!
Hope you are all well.
Lots of Love


Katty Blanch