Wednesday, July 25, 2007

The 3:30 at Chepstow

I'm in the middle of my own pity party. Attendees? Me.

My legs don't work so I can't get the 60 miles to work. Wheel-chaired for two weeks, stick for more etc. etc. Cracked open head from said crap legs giving way -- Lordy. Bad enough that I haven't been sent any work to do remotely so my brain does not implode with daytime TV. The only upside to daytime TV is Countdown's Suzie Dent. She has the most beautiful smile.

My internet connection is down (my own company provides it) and I cannot figure out what the hell is wrong. We had a lightning strike a couple of weeks ago and yet, despite getting two new routers, I have not managed to fix the damned thing. Lucky for me some muppet around here has absolutely zero security on their wireless access so I suppose that is one thing that is vaguely good.

I'm infested with flying ants that are driving me nuts.

And just as I'm thinking it could not possibly get any worse, I get a law-suit filed against me for £16000 by my ex-wife. We've been apart for 10 years now -- how that logic works, I will never know.

Anyway, pull up a chair, a smoke and a brandy and let Uncle Kenny make you wish you were having needles poked in your eyes.

The world really is a beautiful place.


Stan said...

I did actual see a rather pointed comment from your Nski on your blog before you removed it. Saddest darned thing I've read in some time. Not because of what she said - just the light it shone on a broken relationship. Made me grateful for mine.

I don't want to join your "Pity Party" - not sure it does anyone any good. Hope at least one side of your life perks up soon, amigo.

Kenny said...

Legs are first priority! Once they are better, the world will be a better place. :)

And yes, she was harsh, which is why I deleted the comment. I have asked her in the past to confine these things to email, but there you go.

It's the saddest damned thing though. I honestly believed we were in this for the long-haul. Mais non. Only one of us was.