Seraphim's Journal of Muses

I haven't posted my competition winner yet - and this is the honest to goodness reason why. It's not 'I'm tired' or 'I have been lazy'. It is because I need my visa card to be able to pass their prize on to them - and a cash machine ate it on the weekend. Really it did - not just an excuse. It's a pain because I need that card to get to my money pretty regularly as I am currently paid on a weekly basis... and I have to wait for them to send me a new one. My bank did promise me it would arrive this week, so..... *fingers crossed*
Altogether very annoying; not least because it makes me twitch to think how much I rely on that little bit of plastic. Ugh.

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I am a murderer.

Well. Almost.

The woman who I share my office with drives me crazy. She treats her pot plant, Sid, with more concern and respect than she does me. I often feel like something that just crawled in from the swamp.
And so.
After one particularly nasty incident where after she left work for the day I was so angry I was almost in tears, my Hubby came to pick me up. I was so angry that as I was clearning up my stuff, I swung my arm out a little too far and knocked over a bottle of whiteboard cleaner. All over Sid. Hastily, Hubby and I cleaned it up.
But now Sid is dying.
And my collegue is so terribly disappointed over it. She asks every single day if I think Sid looks any better today. And I say perhaps he is perking up, after all. But he is not. He's simply shrivelling and going brown, despite her tender loving care.
And I just don't know what to say. I feel so guilty. I killed Sid.

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I am at work and it is still dark. This must be wrong!! It's not even quite the end of October! It's bizarre, I'm now used to living in a country where 'winter' means the odd lightening storm, the odd sand storm, and a drop in temperature of a few degrees. But this is crazy! It's cold, and wet..... I missed it really, but I really had forgotten how dark England is over the winter. But the reason I am in at work hideously early is that I have a HUGE project to finish for today. Thus I treated myself to a danish on the way to work this morning - I didn't buy a coffee to go with it however. I have an aversion to buying coffee on the way to work. I mean, why?? It's so expensive and it's only five minutes away... plus I am perfectly capable of boiling a kettle myself and having a proper cup of tea, thank you very much. The nation seems to have forgotten how to operate a kettle, or coffee machine. Or even a microwave if they were incrediably desperate.
*sigh* oh, the world is gone mad I say.

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Hubby found a job, yesterday. Time for some celebratory.... what? Other than the obvious celebratory sex (do I over-share?) I thought we'd go out for a meal together. However, Hubby and I are pretty bad at picking restaurants. I can never think of anywhere, and he cares too little to have an opinion.
So in the end, our celebratory night turned out to be..... a trip to the supermarket to load up on kitchen-stock and buy a waste-paper bin for the study, and a snack in the supermarket cafe. How un-glamarous is that. But I'll tell you for nothing, my £3 mushroom stroganoff was great.

Another note which may lead to (minor) celebrations for some: I'll stop taking entries for my Blog-Naming competition next friday. I'll then announce the winner on the following monday. I still have two entries which are hard to choose between - one humorous and one reflective - but keep 'em coming and I may just change my mind.
Good luck, have a good week.

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It might not be as ethical as Martin's, or be quite as tuneful as ABBA's, but I really do have a dream.

I have a dream of one day, owning my own business and working from home. Sounds pretty common and basic, huh? Well I guess I am a pretty common and basic person. I want to own a small internet based business so I can work from home all day and be able to look after my currently non-existant children and my hardworking Hubby.

However, I have a slightly smaller dream at the moment. That dream, is a washing machine. How absurd is that? I'm certainly not the stepford type, but I do really want a washing machine. I hate handwashing. Unfortunately, the price of a washing machine over here is double what my rent is. And my rent is a struggle by itself some months. I also can't afford to pay someone else to do my washing, as £15 per tiny load will bankrupt me pretty soon.

I have an even tinier dream, too. And that is for the goit who buys the milk at work to stop buying full fat. I like to have milk in my tea, sometimes. Only with English Breakfast tea, and even then not all the time, but I hate full fat milk in my tea. I hate scraping the oily film off the top. Bleugh. You see, I grew up in an area where my milk-man was my local farmer. And my milk arrived in a re-used plastic bottle with a bit of rag covering it, held with an elastic band. Proper, fresh, just outta the cow milk. The stuff that I get here in the city is so bland. The vegetables too: they never have any dirt on them. The meat tastes of chemicals, and it's tricky to find a brace of pheasant or nice piece of venison no matter how hard you try. Frozen meat is never good. Maybe I'm just a back-country snob. I'm just used to food that has some colour and taste. And air that smells of chicken poo and compost. So full fat, supermarket milk just doesn't cut it for me. At least get me some semi-skimmed.

That is my dream: a dirty bottle of semi-skimmed milk.

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So, I haven't posted for a little while. I have been really busy with work, and fundraising, and decorating my new apartment. Also, Hubby has been sick so I have been a good girl and forcing him to eat soup and drink hot lemon while I massage Vaop-Rub into his chest and try to avoid the hacking phlegm and blood which flies around with such hardy infections. Aww, poor baby. Anways, today he seems to be feeling a lot better which is why I packed him off to pick up a table for me while I am at work. The luxuries of a house husband should not be scoffed at... if only mine had the slightest inkling of how to cook rice, we'd really be getting somewhere. He's wonderful, but really... I should stop asking him to give a hand in the kitchen.
Anyways, thanks to all those who submitted competition entries. My shock at how many came in was.... shocking. I never realised people actually read my drivel. Once my ego deflates and I can comfortably sit in my office chair again, I will pick a winner. I'll still take entries for another week or so, but at the moment I will say there is one entry that jumped out at me straight away, and another which has steadily grown on me.
So, go go go good people! You still have time, and huge thanks and personal-space-invading hugs to those who already entered!

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