Well, it’s been another busy week: it was my dad’s birthday on Monday, and Terry’s on Thursday (I have a post planned on that for next week), and between those two events, plus a bunch of other, less-interesting happenings, let’s just say I’m surprised I haven’t started filling my coffee cup with dogfood again. Ahem.
(There was also THAT episode of Game of Thrones, but we don’t talk about that, because… well, because we can’t talk about it yet without crying. I have no idea why I’m referring to myself in the plural, like Gollum or something: sorry.)
Speaking of TV, however, lookit what I got!
Yup, it’s a white TV, to match the white floors, the white walls, the white furniture, the white… OMG, I took it too far, didn’t I?
Rest assured, we didn’t actually rush out and buy this TV – we’re not quite THAT dedicated to the whole “Everything must be white” thing. (I was just LOOKING at white hairdryers, honestly: I wasn’t actually going to BUY one…) No, this TV actually belonged to my parents up until a couple of weeks ago, when they decided to replace it. I, as you know, had been doing a lot of whining about how the giant lump of black plastic that was our previous TV was totally ruining the aesthetic of my all-white bedroom, so they graciously allowed us to take this one off their hands, by which I mean, “I had that thing unplugged and in the back of the car before the new one was even out of the box.”
Now, I was going to switch it on, so there would be a colour other than white, black or gold in this photo, but I’m ashamed to admit that it totally defeated me, because yes, I am totally that person who doesn’t know how to switch the TV on. (I am also that person whose legs you can see reflected in the screen, just in case you were wondering…) I hang my head in shame. Seriously, though, why does it have to be so hard? Remember the days when if you wanted to watch TV, you just pressed a button, and it came on? WHY CAN’T THAT HAPPEN NOW? WHY?
(I feel I have to add, just in case you judge me too harshly over this, that I am capable of learning how to work TVs, and have successfully mastered the one downstairs. I just haven’t got around to this one yet. I possibly never will.)
Where was I? Oh yeah: I called this post ‘home comforts’, with the vague aim of showing you new things from around the house, so here is a photo of a book I bought in a charity shop in North Berwick a couple of weeks ago:
I hardly ever buy ACTUAL books these days – not because I don’t like them, but just because I literally can’t cram any more of them into the various pieces of storage I have around the house for them. Or into my parents’ attic, for that matter, which contains thousands of the things, and I’m honestly not exaggerating. I, er, have some issues with getting rid of books, as you can probably tell, Every few weeks, my parents will tentatively start to suggest I might like to take some of them out of their attic, and I have to either pretend I can’t hear them or change the subject, because, oooh, look, was that a UNICORN flying past the window?!
(I will clear out the books soon, I promise. A charity store near me will one day find itself turning into a book store, without even trying. Sweet!)
Anyway, as I said, I got my Kindle in order to cut back on the amount of physical books I was bringing into the house, but then I saw this one, and, well, it would be wrong to say I judged it by its cover (0r, more specifically, by the font of its title), so let’s just say I was drawn in by the description on the back, and also by the fact that it’s called THE DEATHS, which has a lot of drama to it. And I DO like a bit of drama, don’t I? Unfortunately I haven’t managed to finish it yet: it’s a good book, but it’s one of those stories with tons of characters, and because I’ve been busy, and have been reading it in fits and starts, I keep forgetting who everyone is, and having to flip back to the start to remind myself. I feel like this admission makes me sound a bit dotty, though, so let’s move on, and have a look at my garden, which I know you’re all intensely interested in:
Look, it’s grass! We got grass! Only not really, because, yeah, that’s totally astroturf. I mean, AS IF we’d put in grass, which we’d then have to mow every week: do you even KNOW us? One of my main aims in life is to never mow another lawn as long as I live: I’m currently almost two years into that aim, and so far, so good – I know that people who like gardening find it hard to understand those of us who don’t, but that’s OK, it just means there’s more green stuff for YOU to tend to, OK? Me, I’ll be keeping the astroturf, and the knowledge that the next time it’s sunny, I won’t have to get out the lawnmover, only for it to start raining again the very second it’s done. God, I HATED our last garden, seriously.
(Oh yeah, three cheers for Terry, who put in the astroturf. Because you all realised this had absolutely nothing to do with me, right? I can’t even remember the last time I was IN the garden, let alone working in it…)
Speaking of Terry, he isn’t just my hero because of the astroturf: he’s also my hero because he bought me a replacement bottle of Fragile on eBay:
Fragile has been my signature scent for a few years now, so naturally, as soon as the makers got wind of this, they discontinued it. Because HEAVEN FORBID I should be able to just BUY things, like a normal person, huh? You can still buy it, of course, but it tends to be freakishly expensive, and this particular bottle is becoming harder to find, so huge thanks to Terry for buying it for me, and helping me delay the inevitable moment when I have to pick myself a new signature scent, which will no doubt ALSO then be discontinued. If there’s anything you’d like me to avoid, for that very reason (I’d hate to force your favourite perfume to be discontinued just because of me, after all), speak now, or forever hold your peace…