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Let me be a moany pony
Dec. 29th, 2016 10:24 pmI am going to moan awhile. This nasty awful cold that can't make up its mind about what it wants to do. MAKE UP YOUR MIND YOU BASTARD! Right now it is hanging out in my chest. This means I get to cough a lot and while it makes noises about being a productive cough it is about as lazy as a thirteen year old boy who has been told to clean his disgusting room. How many fucking warm drinks can I get in me, and how much codeine can I take? Not enough. I may just live in a hot bath until the very end of the year.
This year the Royal Mail, other carriers, and assorted customs has disappointed me. My brother had sent a joint birthday/christmas gift to my son and it didn't show up (despite being sent in November) and we had to do a bit of detective work to find out that it was hanging about in customs waiting for a tariff to be paid on it. Allegedly they contacted the "cosignee" twice. No they did not. Thankfully after a few phone calls, I got to the right person and paid the tariff. Fucking hell... It should be on its way to us. Then a package I had sent my sister (some weeks ago) sat around in customs in the UK for awhile, and then the package was torn open, and hastily put back together. And several things were missing. (including photos of my children for my Mom, and this rather special birthday card for my sister. Nothing of great monetary value but it is the sentiment.) I had a good ol' winge at Royal Mail and they told me I could file a claim. (My sister was helpful in sending me photos of the state of the package to add to my claim.) Who knows what will happen. But lordy people... do your damn job. I carefully packaged things up so that it would be safe and apparently everyone was tossing shit about like assholes.
I am going to try and mail some things next week, maybe by then, people will be somewhat sober and make an effort.
A good thing: My sister in law Kim (who is an artist) brought me an early birthday gift. It was this fantastic painting that I had admired. It is massive. Big as fuck, and a gorgeous piece of abstract expressionism. (something I really love.) She said it is called Sid. The name has a whole wonderful story. She used some tools when working on the painting that were made by her Granddad Sid. He was a man who had worked down the pits as a miner up north. She told me that he was a man who made tools, did a bit of painting, and all manner of creative things. I loved his story. I said, "it just shows that everyone can have a creative life, and that all humans need it in some fashion or another."
I really love this painting a lot. It is hanging about in the dining room, while I figure out where to put it. Possibly in the front hall, so that you are greeted by it when you come into the house. BAM A WALL OF ART!
This year the Royal Mail, other carriers, and assorted customs has disappointed me. My brother had sent a joint birthday/christmas gift to my son and it didn't show up (despite being sent in November) and we had to do a bit of detective work to find out that it was hanging about in customs waiting for a tariff to be paid on it. Allegedly they contacted the "cosignee" twice. No they did not. Thankfully after a few phone calls, I got to the right person and paid the tariff. Fucking hell... It should be on its way to us. Then a package I had sent my sister (some weeks ago) sat around in customs in the UK for awhile, and then the package was torn open, and hastily put back together. And several things were missing. (including photos of my children for my Mom, and this rather special birthday card for my sister. Nothing of great monetary value but it is the sentiment.) I had a good ol' winge at Royal Mail and they told me I could file a claim. (My sister was helpful in sending me photos of the state of the package to add to my claim.) Who knows what will happen. But lordy people... do your damn job. I carefully packaged things up so that it would be safe and apparently everyone was tossing shit about like assholes.
I am going to try and mail some things next week, maybe by then, people will be somewhat sober and make an effort.
A good thing: My sister in law Kim (who is an artist) brought me an early birthday gift. It was this fantastic painting that I had admired. It is massive. Big as fuck, and a gorgeous piece of abstract expressionism. (something I really love.) She said it is called Sid. The name has a whole wonderful story. She used some tools when working on the painting that were made by her Granddad Sid. He was a man who had worked down the pits as a miner up north. She told me that he was a man who made tools, did a bit of painting, and all manner of creative things. I loved his story. I said, "it just shows that everyone can have a creative life, and that all humans need it in some fashion or another."
I really love this painting a lot. It is hanging about in the dining room, while I figure out where to put it. Possibly in the front hall, so that you are greeted by it when you come into the house. BAM A WALL OF ART!
