Today has been absolutely splendid, my darlings. Not that it started so well. I woke around half past midnight, feeling overly warm (and I’m not old enough for the hot flush yet, dear hearts, so it wasn’t that) and realised that the Sage had gone to sleep with the electric blanket on. I was too dopey to get up, so I edged to the far side and went back to sleep – and was woken at ten past one by the burglar alarm. Sadly, the Sage wasn’t. So I got up, checked for burglars, didn’t bother to check for a mouse or spider but turned the bloody thing off. I got back into bed, realised the sodding blanket was still on, got out and turned it off, which woke the Sage. I heard him fumble (at the blanket controls, darlings, please get a grip) and said tersely that I’d already dealt with it…and played iAssociates and other fripperies for the next couple of hours.
Things improved once I’d slept and woken again. And then I went to visit Weeza and Gus – who was all smiley and gorgeous … well, so was Weeza I suppose … anyway, eventually she went to get Zerlina from pre-school and then I went into the city, as we say about here. Only, of course, with a glottal stop. I went down the ci’ee to do some vital shopping.
I do like the Chapelfield mall. I’m not exactly a shopping mall woman, which won’t surprise you – more a corner shop girl – but it has a good feel to it. I didn’t know where to go, so went to the place that tells you, touched the screen appropriately, and a helpful young man appeared – as if by magic, my loves, like in Mr Benn – and asked if he could help. “Is there an O2 shop?” I asked (knowing there was, I’d checked online). He looked pleased. “Just along there on the left, the shop before the Norwich and Peterborough.” “I need to get a key cut.” “That’ll be Timpsons, slightly further along on the left.” Darlings, I was dead impressed and told him so.
I got my keys cut by Garth, who was charming and asked what my plans were for the day – no, not in a dodgy way, just conversation. I told him. The lady waiting to be served enthused about her iPhone.
The girl at O2 was able to tell me my average phone, text and internet use, which was jolly useful, but they didn’t have iPhones in stock. So I toddled along to my second home. And I was welcomed, made to feel lovely by people who understand and have come home with a beautiful 32GB iPhone 4S, which is already making me happy. I was also happy to find that I can transfer the information on all my apps to it (I’d be gutted if I had to start Angry Birds from scratch) and also keep it all on the old one – everything but the use of the phone itself – and that in due course I can pass it on to the Sage and he can dump his HTC (or rather, sell it).
So then, I took the new keys back to Weeza, checked they worked, gave her one and kept two for us (I have got a key of hers but can’t find it right now) and cuddled Gus and chatted happily to little z.
And, by the way, I’m so glad that Zerlina likes good food. She ate strong Cheddar, black olives and chorizo sausage for her lunch. She will never be wary about new tastes, and I think that’s jolly fine.