So today is a sad day for all Rabbit kind.

I'm not sure why just rabbit kind. but for all stuffed animal kind, anyway. We found out that the overflow pipe from our downstairs toilet is too short (I think that's what he said, I'm not sure, I'm not really knowlegable on the workings of toilets) and so the little white pipe that leads into our garage is leaking, and the dampness below the big fridge, that has been there since last summer, isn't actually coming from the fridge, but coming from the little box thing on the back of the toilet (How hygienic! It's a good job we only keep alcohol in that fridge!) Don't be too grossed out, though, as at least it's not coming directly from the bowl or anything, it is clean water (contrary to what I thought when I was told )

The bad news is that the giant wicker basket next to the fridge is sodden, and all it's contents has to be totally thrown away. Which includes a fair few of my childhood toys! Including the Indonesian doll my Nan made for me (It's possibly the most gorgeous doll ever) and my big winnie the pooh and eeyore which she also made for me, plus loads of other toys (most of which could have done with being chucked out years ago, though)

Although one good things has come from the toy-masacre, I found my bunny! I had a pink rabbit which I used to sleep with every single night when I was a baby, and I dragged it round with me for years and years. And I found it! It's now sitting proudly on my bed. All I have left to do is find my rattly elephant, and I'm set for the future with the toys of my past.

Speaking of the future, I'm fine. The job is fine. My last day of the term is on the 30th of this month, so just over two weeks to go. I've been told that the Friday class will now be split into two to calm down the rabid beasts (although, I think they're alright), so there'll be two two hour sessions rather than one four hour session.

What else can I tell you? I've got two itches, both in the exact same spot on either arm. How odd. Now I have one on my head! And in my ear! Why does that happen? When you think about an itch... Knee itch, gah!... Thigh, itchy... Army... Nose... Why when you think about an itch do you then get loads? Or is it just me? Do I have fleas? Probably, but that's beside the point.

In other news... I'm broke until I get paid at t'end of t'month. Stupid expensive things occuring in March! Stupid Robyn having a stupid birthday. Stupid jake's stupid birthday. Stupid Jesse's stupid birthday which is on the same stupid day as stupid Robyn's. Stupid shopping trips to Chelmsford and to London. STUPID STUPID STUPID!

Itchy hip!

I've got to go and cook mashed potato now. We had that at Robyn's for New Years after we couldn't find any restaurants to deliver. Mmm, Thai.

TTFN (Tickling Timmy, Fucking nonce!) (?)

xxx