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Warning, rant ahead
Sir Ian has gone mad. Apparently, "Actor Sir Ian McKellen is joining the cast of ITV1's soap Coronation Street to play a 'dodgy novelist'." o_0
Today has been one of those days where I should have stayed in bed. I should have realised this when the first thing I did after leaving the house was have an argument with the bin men because they hadn't emptied our wheelie bin. Apparently we never received the psychic message that was sent out by the council telling us that the bin men couldn't get the bin unless it's within an arms length of the pavement. How the bollocks do I know that! It's never been a problem before. And is this a tall mans arm length or a short mans arm length? Also, "we can't come on your, property love". Since when?! So does that mean the postman can no longer come on the property? Is he going to have to throw the post through the letterbox from the pavement. Anyway, they went back and emptied it in the end - good job because we only have a collection once a fortnight. Fuckers.
Work was ok but then there was fun at the field. The field is next to a glorified caravan park filled with prefab houses that come in two parts. It's full of retired people with delusions of grandeur who think they're living in the "country". Erm no. The houses cost about £125,000 to buy! Anyway, two more houses have arrived next to our extremely dilapidated fence to the yard (we only rent the field). (One of the halves of the house was arriving when we got there tonight and so had to wait to get past it - he'd got it stuck in a hedge slightly.) The guy that owns the caravan park said he'd replace the fence (probably because it looks such a mess) and phoned my mum today to say that he was taking it down today and replacing it ON MONDAY. Part of the fence borders onto where the horses are during the day and he took it down without us being there to move the horses. He replaced that bit of fence with something temporary but the rest is just open to anyone. We've had to find three locks and chains to lock all the gates up with as the main gate is standing there in regal splendour by itself - you can walk round the edge of it. And they've left a bonfire burning unattended. Great. We've left the couple in the house next door with our phone number just in case so I hope everything's ok...
Oh, and happy birthday Remus, you lovely fictional character, you.
Today has been one of those days where I should have stayed in bed. I should have realised this when the first thing I did after leaving the house was have an argument with the bin men because they hadn't emptied our wheelie bin. Apparently we never received the psychic message that was sent out by the council telling us that the bin men couldn't get the bin unless it's within an arms length of the pavement. How the bollocks do I know that! It's never been a problem before. And is this a tall mans arm length or a short mans arm length? Also, "we can't come on your, property love". Since when?! So does that mean the postman can no longer come on the property? Is he going to have to throw the post through the letterbox from the pavement. Anyway, they went back and emptied it in the end - good job because we only have a collection once a fortnight. Fuckers.
Work was ok but then there was fun at the field. The field is next to a glorified caravan park filled with prefab houses that come in two parts. It's full of retired people with delusions of grandeur who think they're living in the "country". Erm no. The houses cost about £125,000 to buy! Anyway, two more houses have arrived next to our extremely dilapidated fence to the yard (we only rent the field). (One of the halves of the house was arriving when we got there tonight and so had to wait to get past it - he'd got it stuck in a hedge slightly.) The guy that owns the caravan park said he'd replace the fence (probably because it looks such a mess) and phoned my mum today to say that he was taking it down today and replacing it ON MONDAY. Part of the fence borders onto where the horses are during the day and he took it down without us being there to move the horses. He replaced that bit of fence with something temporary but the rest is just open to anyone. We've had to find three locks and chains to lock all the gates up with as the main gate is standing there in regal splendour by itself - you can walk round the edge of it. And they've left a bonfire burning unattended. Great. We've left the couple in the house next door with our phone number just in case so I hope everything's ok...
Oh, and happy birthday Remus, you lovely fictional character, you.