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Today has seemed to last for ever.



It started by getting up far too early. My bedroom clock is about 75 minutes fast, that way when the alarm goes off I can hit snooze a few times and still get up on time. Yesterday I broke my watch, so I didn't know what time it was in reality when the alarm went, so got up and it was only about 6 in the morning. I could have went back to bed but did a load of ironing instead. Corey went to school and I read my flist and had a bit of a snivel about seeing the boys together.

Then mam phoned saying that Chloe, my brothers Dalmation was really ill. Chloe stays at mams every day and she's such a lovely dog, totally stupid but so lovable. Today she kept collapsing so James took her to the vets with mam. They had to leave her there and the vet told them that she was a very sick dog and she didn't know why yet.

James came home and we went for a quick shopping session then went for a coffee where we saw nanna walk past. We took her home and she told me that my grandad is getting worse. He just wants to sleep and went to bed at 4:30 yesterday :( Came home again, hid the presents and got Corey from school.

Picked up mam and went to the pet shop to get a new gerbil. So we welcome Snowy to the household. It should have been a bad sign when he jumped from the assistants hands and landed on the floor. But Corey fell in love with the thing. He is beautiful but he's got evil red eyes. Went to pick Chloe up from the vets and she has this rare blood disease which means her white blood cells are attacking the red ones. The vet said he hadn't seen a dog so anemic for years, her gums are white. We had to lift her into the car and she has to take steroids for 7 months, 12 tablets twice a day.

Came home dropped Chloe and mam off and went to take Snowy home. I'd told James about the thing jumping in the shop but he was all, 'no he'll be okay' at which point Snowy jumped from his hands and landed on the sofa. I went to pick him up and it sprang at me ( I swear it was snarling, those evil red eyes blazing ) jumped on my chest and headed for my hair. I grabbed him and put him in the cage, where the stupid thing has spent the last few hours climbing up the bars, across the roof and falling three gerbil stories to the floor.

We also had to change some water on both the fish tanks, and discovered loads of guppy babies once we'd siphoned the water, so I had to sit and fish tiny guppy babies out of the waste water.

Then we had to go food shopping. We were down to eating the stuff that's been in the freezer for years. This morning all that was in the freezers was fish and apple pies. Why we have three apple pies I don't know as no one likes them. I'd also had to have frosties for breakfast and dinner and that's always a sign that the cupboards are bare.

Went shopping, came home and something had frightened Tex, and he'd ripped Corey's school bag to bits again and scratched all the ironing that I'd done this morning all over the floor. Which was the last straw really. I snuggled on the couch and watched The Mummy 2 for a while until I fell asleep, waking up about 30 minutes ago. I'm so tired just now, I'm cold and just want to wrap up in my quilt and go to sleep.



I did do something good today, and that was find [livejournal.com profile] xoverau's Em/Ju AU. I've been reading a story each time I was back in the house. Still more to go but they'll have to wait until morning I think. They're so good, I'd recommend them to anyone.

Date: 2003-11-14 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xoverau.livejournal.com
Thank you for reccing me! I appreciate it so much.

Also, your day sounds exhausting. I hope tomorrow's better.

Date: 2003-11-15 02:45 am (UTC)
ext_1650: (Chris cftc)
From: [identity profile] turps33.livejournal.com
Thank you for reccing me! I appreciate it so much.

You're welcome! I'm really enjoying reading the stories. I should be thanking you for writing them.

Today has to get better *crosses fingers*

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