KNACKERED

We have a potato peeler!

We still don't have proper internet, but you can't have everything, I suppose.

My new life is still GOOD, but quite exhausting, especially the work bit. When I first started I was told that there would be plenty of time for me to just sit in the corner and read a book, but during my first two shifts I was spending more time on dismanteling shelves, repairing sunglasses, making appointments, cooking soups and doing drugs (which sadly just means organising Loreena McKennit's medication).

Monday I was off work, but still spent half my day at the office, waiting for V. to get organised. Then I met Zuzana, who took me to a part of London I'm sure I'd never been to before, but I can't remember what it's called. Anyway, it has a health food shop where you can buy 1 litre of lovely organic wine (white or red) for 6 quid. You just have to bring your own bottle. It is good wine, we had some of it when our beer glasses in the pub were empty.
The last two days I mostly spent with Loreena McKennit, who talks so much it is starting to do my head in a little. She spends a lot of time talking about how she likes it quiet and not having to talk to people. Go figure.

Tomorrow I will have to be at her house at stupid o'clock in the morning, cause she ordered a TV that will be delivered very, very early. I hope it will mean that I can leave a little earlier than I usually would, but I am not very hopeful. She always has a lot of things to do (and tell you). And she has very weak memory so she tends to forget things like giving you breaks and letting you go home.
Maybe Delius will come around tomorrow, though, because he is supposed to paint the living room. And Lisa and I are supposed to help him. Also, Loreena McKennit now wants us to move in with him. Delius. She thinks it's a good idea, cause his volunteers' flat is closer to her house. The only reasons against it Lisa and I could come up with were that we'd really like to stay in the flat that is more central and that we really like sharing a flat just the two of us. She didn't seem very convinced, but I could hardly tell her that if I was living with Delius I would probably move from half time alcoholism to full time alcoholism and spend all my weekly 60 quid on the weed I could then buy in my own living room.
I really hope Lisa and I can stay in our Tooting Broadway flat.

Denva is still not giving up and I am thinking about changing my mobile number.

Bed now, cause of the long day at work tomorrow. In the evening I will travel to East London and meet Ros and then stay at Eva's one more time and spend all of Friday in Hackney. It will be like a little holiday and I am looking forward to it! (I think that is what my holidays will look like from now on: A day in Hackney. There's worse.)