Today started with several beautiful items coming in the mail. Maggie sent me some lovely Crunky chocolate, a few little candy sweets, a very sweet letter and the Amelie soundtrack. Maggie, you have ridiculously neat handwriting. I thought the letter you wrote was computer-written.
Also, Mum wanted to re-organise things in the house again. I heard her and Cliff have an argument so kept very quiet and out of the way. In the end, things have turned out nicely, and the little cupboardy room is actually tidy, after Cliff's grumbling.
At work I found out Asti had managed to pick me up that Gryffindor scarf - for those who've not known me too well or don't know much of Harry Potter, the family crest of the Rivers family (and the colours the Rivers United side I make on any football game you can customise) includes maroon and yellow, as are the colours in the Gryffindor scarf. Hence when I knew these scarves were made I had to acquire one.
And it kinda suits me.
Asti was in fine form all day - she called me John, David and God during the day. She also told me something that made me go into shock... she doesn't know who Tony Slattery is. That is a punishable offence to British people of around my age with an evil sense of humour.
Example: From Whose Line Is It Anyway?
"World's Worst thing to be given on a plane"
Tony: Here's the engine.
(Meanwhile, when I went to look for a Slattery link - I found this disturbing link. That's for you, goodcow).
Lastly, as staff members me or Asti could rent anything out in the shop for free - so long as we discount the amount on our rental accounts and write the reason why it was discounted on the system, because the boss checks up on any odd-looking discounts. Anyway, usually this message is kept simple: "Staff discount" is all that needs to be written. In today's instance, Asti wanted to rent out "A Walk on the Moon" due to Viggo Mortensen apparently being naked in the film. So I zapped the film through on Asti's rental account, gave the discount, and the reason was written as "Asti wants to see Viggo naked." The reaction on Asti's face was priceless. I fear revenge, but I do deserve it for that.
I came home, I had pizza, I chatted online. This evening has been nice. And I only have six hours to work, and then I'm coming home and having a bath and making that damned sherbert!
And finally, here is a picture of madame Shaz, who visited on Tuesday. I follow this with the larger picture of me and her which was made into the icon. Just because people asked.