One thousand, three hundred and eighty-nine words

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I’m so behind! I haven’t posted since Friday! Friday, I tell you… Well, you already know, probably, as you always check back here everyday, you know I haven’t posted. In fact you probably cried because I haven’t posted in a while.

[15 minutes pass]

Emily was just in my room, sorry, that you had to wait a bit longer to read this.

So anyway, quite a lot has happened over the weekend. I shall start from the beginning.

[I've popped in this "Continue reading" thing, because it's fucking long]

Something I didn’t mention in my Friday blog, was the fact that I had to wake Sophie up at 8.30a.m. because her clock decided it was 6.30a.m. when it wasn’t. She got ready within 15 minutes, and I gave her a lift in to work, because I am a nice person. You may wonder why this is relevant to life? Well, as she cleaned her teeth, the bath plug hole gurgled uncontrollably, and the water took longer than usual to clear from the sink. We thought nothing of it at the time, but once I had returned from dropping her off, and I showered, I noticed the water in the bath was taking longer than usual to drain, also. In fact, my feet were almost completely submerged during the shower, and it was still draining away as I dried and when I returned a while later after getting dressed, it was had only just emptied. This was tres annoying. The last thing we needed was more drainage problems [one can only too clearly remember the days of the blocked toilet... it was only two weeks ago], so anyway, I made a mental note to get some drain unblocker, and toddled off to work.

When I returned hours later, it was clear others had showered and experienced the same problems, and I brought the note forward in my brain, and would get some saturday morning, and a plunger too, because we don’t have one, and should it happen again, we would be prepared.

[By the way, Friday was Lee's 19th birthday, so Happy Birthday to him, I didn't actually have the joy of seeing him on the day, as he was in Hatfield until the afternoon, then I was at work. He had a nice time though, he went out to dinner with my Mum, his dad and Sam]

Moving onto saturday, Stephen had showered and it wasn’t draining away at all. Which wasn’t good. Luckily, Emily had gone into town, so I asked nicely if she could pick some stuff up, because I couldn’t, as Lee, Mum and Andy were in town getting Lee’s birthday present, then were coming round to pick me up. This meant I needed a shower. But we couldn’t use ours. So Lee came in for a bit, I gave him a tour, then we left. Because that night [It's about 1p.m. in the story, right now] we were going up to London for my Mum’s Mum’s Sister’s Daughters 25th wedding anniversary – or My second cousins 25th wedding anniversary party.

This has spurred me to make a family tree in Paint. It’s quite a long file, so click here to see it, because it will be too long for the blog page. Anyway, I took like 20 minutes making it, so i’ve sorta lost my trail of thought.

So the party.

I got a bit tipsy. Ok, a bit drunk. Well, drunk. Alright alright, I was a bit pissed. Not as bad as some there, anyway! But I had fun, I met lots of people I didn’t know, and some I did know, but didn’t remember. And all of my cousins* friends [*actually they're just my second's cousins children, but we just call them cousins anyway, because it's easier, and they practically are]

It’s weird, because my real cousins and my fake cousins all live in the same area and go/went to the same schools, and they’re all friends with each others friends, as well as each other. And it always makes me sad [the day after, because I'm too drunk to be sad during the night] that I’m all the way down in Southampton away, with my Mum being the only real family member. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here. Andy, Sam, Lee and Adam couldn’t be better than real family, but it’s still strange and weird that I’m not a bigger part in the rest of my family’s lives.

There are probably people out there – well, there are definitely people out there – who have lived with their mum and dad, sisters and brothers always close to them, and don’t ever see their grandparents, aunties, uncles, cousins, second cousins and so on, so I feel lucky to be a part at all. But it works both ways, with people who don’t stop being with, or close to all the extended family you have.

I realise I’ve gone off on a tangent slightly, as always, so i’ll bring it back on track a bit. The party…

I had fun, realised the sadness of not being near them more, and then giggled at my auntie – Gail – who got drunker than me, and had fell up the stairs [Before she was that drunk] and all she went on about for the journey home and the titting about before going to sleep, was how she’d hurt her leg falling up the stairs. And we were winding her up a bit too, but it was hilarious, “I’ve really hurt my leg you know” “Oh have you Gail? How’d you do that then?” “Oh I fell up the stairs, it really hurts”… few minutes later it would start all over again.

So, woke up fine Sunday morning, I’d managed to balance my 4 vodka and cokes [1/4 vodka, 3/4 coke] and 6 Smirnoff ices with water and bread, so I was fine in the morning. But it was the drive back to Eastleigh when the sadness mentioned above set in, I happily pretended to be asleep most of the way home, to hide my sadness, with the idea that if anyone said anything, I would blame it on tiredness.

I arrived back to Ken to a full up bath tub. The pipes weren’t unblocked. I had a few hours before I had to go back to Eastleigh [It's Sam's 21st birthday now and we we're going out for another meal - one I could make this time] So I tidied my room a bit, hoovered a little, then we tried to unblock the drains, we called the landlord, who announced he was free and would be round within 15 minutes. So we spent 15 minutes cleaning all the writing off the tiles in the bathroom. He brought a plunger and some more drain unblocker, by which time I had to leave, so I left them to it.

When I got back [again] the landlord had gone, but the blockage hadn’t. A man [called Ben] was coming round in the morning. The same man who showed me his pubic region where he had a scar from some operation [eurgh], asked Sarah to move in with him, so she didn’t have to pay council tax, and took a cooking knife from our kitchen and used it to fix our toilet earlier this month.

I tried desperately to get the pipes unblocked before the morning, so we could phone our landlord and tell him he didn’t need to come round. We managed to unclog it a bit – water was now flowing slowly down. Now we knew water could get through, we used some more drain unblocker on it and left it overnight. This morning, I poured boiling water down it, and there were no problems at all – Woop!

The man still came round, with some “really dangerous stuff”, and poured it down just in case. Then he left, which was good.

Well, it’s taken me nearly an hour and a half to write this thing. Admittedly, I talking to Sarah and Emily for 15 minutes, had a shower and made a family tree in that time too, but still. I’ve been waffling like a bitch. I hope I didn’t bore you to death. I gotta go to work now.

‘Til Next time!