Oh, what a wonderful night. There was merriment a plenty, lots of food and surprisingly quite a lot of alcohol too. I've just been tidying up and we really did eat quite a lot of snacks. And danced the Timewarp, perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm. Above is a picture of me incarcerated outside Stockport's oldest building shortly before said 'party'. Party isn't the right word, more small gathering of high quality personalities. Bangin'.
In other news I went to the doctors to get another repeat prescription and a letter for my holidays to say I've got cancer and I'm not some murder filled drug smuggler but it really didn't go according to plan. For some unknown reason my doctor's surgery is actually two or three surgeries spread randomly around the Stockport area, one of them is really dodgy (obviously that's the one I usually go to because I live in the rough end of Stockers) but this time I had to go a new one because it was a Saturday. Unexpectedly though it's in this really posh leafy suburb, I felt like the Queen getting off the bus. But then the trouble began. I couldn't find the bloody place. Finally I found what I thought was the right place, it had a nice drive and some nice gates so I wandered on up in a state of joy. But as I got towards the top I realised the street contained only giant mansions and no doctors but when I turned back the gates had closed and I was trapped in this gated community and tried to break out but the gates wouldn't budge and had to go and knock on all the doors of these multimillionaire's abodes at ten to nine on a Saturday morning and it was very embarassing. Finally one door opened an a bemused ten year old boy answered and pressed the magic gate opening button and I was free once more. Then I accidentally retold this story to an innocent old lady who was walking her dog. She seemed a little terrified. I'm not sure hardcore Northern Chesterfield women often hang out in upper middle class suburbs.
But anyway, I eventually found the place (the confusion was cause by the surgery not actually being where the map on their website says it is) and wasn't late so I didn't have a nervous breakdown (there's nothing I hate more than late people). The lady doctor was very nice and dictated me a letter which someone will type up at some point. I have to go again and pick it up sometime this week. Mustn't forget. As much as I want to go to Ukraine I do also want to come back and not end up in some old Soviet prison. My productivity has dropped to an all time low since I booked my flights, all I do is just sit looking at place to visit on my holidays. Gone are the days of a social life. It's just Polish museums and Ukrainian buses. Om nom nom.
Just realised that I haven't been contacted about my vaccines yet. I WANT MY INJECTIONS DAMNIT.
I'm off to Manchester this afternoon to enjoy the sun and DEFINITELY NOT SPEND ANY MONEY ON SECOND HAND CDS. If anyone sees me hanging around the doors of any record shops then please use any methods to move me away. Literally ANY. Murder, fire, spagetti, anything. I do not need more cds!!!
Hasta la vista ;)
Constanze :)
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