A strange evening....

I was seriously considering closing this blog earlier today. I thought I'd just merge it with the "sensible" family one. Then I had a night tonight which I shouldn't have done, and wouldn't want to tell family about.

It wasn't that bad, I just wouldn't want to go shouting to my family about it.

I've just realised that I've been really lacking in keeping this blog up to date with news. Because I've posted a couple of times to the other one I forget that I've not been keeping this one overly updated. To make this whole thing make more sense I'll bring you up to date with my news.

Sunday
After the family stuff and fixing the blokes computer we went to IKEA. It's just down the Pacific Highway and we were looking specifically for a bookcase. TT and I both love reading and she has loads of books but has never owned a bookcase. We found a good one but they were out of stock so they printed off a thingy and told us to call the next day.

Monday
I called IKEA a couple of times but had no luck getting through until the afternoon. They said they had 30 bookcases in stock. By that time it was almost time for TT to finish work so I decided to go in the morning. No probs though, I've got the car until wednesday morning.

Tuesday
I took TT to work and then drove straight to IKEA. I turned up at 8.25am. And I turned up to a massive sign that said they open at 9.30. Bollocks. Didn't fancy sitting around in the carpark for an hour so I decided to go home and come back later. I'd forgotten of course that the road back into the city at that time of day would be chock-a-fucking-block with commuters on their way to work.

I'd just arrived home when TT sent me an SMS to say she felt shitty and was thinking about coming home. I sent a reply saying something like "Sorry to hear you're feeling bad. If you do decide to come home don't forget to call first as I've got to go out for bookcase and I don't want you to be locked out" (We're sharing one set of keys - more about this at some point soon!)

She called about an hour later as I was about to leave and said she was coming home. I went via her work and picked her up, expecting to drop her at home before heading down to IKEA. This didn't happen though, she said she felt well enough to come to collect the bookcase with me.

So we done that, and ended up doing other shopping too. We then came back and TT insisted on building the bookcase. She was really happy to get a book case. Although most of my books are still in the UK but she has a few boxes full and we filled the case straight away.

Wednesday
I took the hire car back. TT still off work sick

Thursday (Yay! Back in the present!)
I had to go and see a potential customer today. I don't think I'd make a good employee so I'm thinking about setting up a little computer consultancy company here. TT still off sick.

Anyway, back to the purpose of all this. Because TT has been of work sick I've not been able to get on with researching work and the stuff I'd planned to do this week. I hate my girly being sick of course, but I'm also slightly sceptical. I guess it's because I've been self-employed/boss character for quite a few years. When you're in my role you don't take time off sick until you're on your metaphorical death bed. I think I've probably taken 3 or 4 days in about 6 years. And that was when I had a slipped disc in my back and simply couldn't physically get into the car to get into the office.

But I digress. Because TT has been off I've not been motivated to look into work and I get bored easily. Tonight the boredom finally culminated in me going out. TT decided to go to bed pretty early, about 9ish, so I went to the local bar.

I got totally chatted up by an Aussie girl. Obviously I made it really clear in the first few moments of conversation that I had a girl friend and that she was home, sick, in bed. But this didn't seem to bother her at all.

It's the first time I've chatted with anyone since I've been here so I actually enjoyed it. We ended up going outside for a smoke, but then she really ruined things by asking if I wanted to go back to her place for "proper" drugs. Not my scene at all. Strange how you can misjudge people isn't it?

We went back into the bar and she put some really good music on the juke box. I'm a bit confused by it all. If anyone had suggested to me a week ago that I'd be going to a bar, chatting with a pretty girl and being offered drugs I would have told them that they were mad. The only thing I'm convinced and certain about now is that I love TT. She's the best girl in the world.

Sorry this is a bit messed up. Just felt the urge to ramble. It's cleared my head a little. I think.