Monday, 22 October 2007

RIP, computer. Love you always!

My computer has officially died, and I'm heartbroken.
Um...not because I think of the computer as a living creature, you understand, but because it was my only way to communicate with the outside world, as my blog states quite clearly and I've also lost a ton of other stuff which is NOT replaceable.
Basically, I was in the middle of writing the Rescue Home e-newsletter yesterday, when I noticed the computer was even slower than usual.  I mean, it's always slow, but now it was creeping so slowly, I was waiting about ten minutes just to correct an error!
I spent about two hours working on a really good newsletter, with links to all the updates, each section in a different font, complete list of birthdays, section on Ponycon, pony was definitely the best newsletter yet.  But the computer had got so slow that I realised I was at risk of losing the whole newsletter, so I went to save what I'd written as a draft.
"Out of memory at line 3" the computer told me.  Well, all right, so I can't save it as a draft, I thought, clicking "OK".  So I tried to send what I'd written to Mum thinking I could copy and paste it back to my e-mails later and finish it off.
But the newsletter would not budge.  I sighed, and sadly tried to switch the machine off, realising I'd lost all of my work.  But the computer ouldn't switch off either!  So I reluctantly unplugged it, and tried to switch it on again.
It was SO unbelievably slow, the 'password box' wouldn't even come up on the heading page.  I managed to struggle back into the internet and tried to get back to Hotmail to try again.  But Hotmail didn't open.  Instead the page went black, and a Microsoft message filled the page, saying something along the lines of, "If this is the first time you've seen this message, re-start your computer.  If you have seen this message before, insert the service disk".  Then a little note came up at the bottom - "DELETING YOUR PHYSICAL MEMORY..."
I was worried, but just had to watch as it went ahead...then the whole machine went dead on me.  I tried to turn it back on, hoping everything would be OK.  But I just got the "In Touch With Toshiba" page, followed by "Please insert your service disk and press any key to continue".
Two problems though...I have no service disk, and no working disk drive anyway!  Hence, there's not a thing I can do.
David was at work, having decided to go at 2pm yesterday.  He "was busy" and "Didn't have time to take us out".  So we rang him up, but he just started yelling at me that I "must have overloaded the machine" so it was "my fault".  Well, for a start, it's an old machine, and for a second, who cares whose fault it is?!  WE'VE NEEDED IT FIXED OR TO GET A NEW COMPUTER FOR MONTHS NOW!!!
So I'm out of touch with all of you now, until further notice.  No newsletter was written, there will be no 1st anniversary celebration for the Rescue Home forum, and no Convention Countdown for Ponycon goers...I still have to tell them, and I'm dreading it.  (I'm at an internet cafe now, by the way).
And Laura finally got herself back on Myspace too.  *Waves at Laura*  Right when I can't even write to you.  I did try to write to you on the Arena on Saturday night, but, guess what?  The computer deleted it.  I guess I should have taken that as a warning.
There's one thing that's even worse than not being able to talk to you all though, since at least we will all be in touch again in a while...even if it's a few months.  (David's already saying he won't even report it to be looked at by his "computer expert" until next week! )   But I have lost so much stuff from my hard drive, which David could never be bothered to convert to his memory stick and computer.  To name but a few highlights...
ALL the recordings I made at the Mary Poppins show last week.
ALL the recordings of myself singing.  "Perfect Isn't Easy", "Other Side Of Me" and all of Janyse's CD tracks stick in my memory particularly.
LOADS of photos of my nephew and nieces as little kids...not really replaceable now that a year has passed.
Films of the new house the way it was when we first started clearing it.  It's just not the same now.
Tons of photos of coin operated children's rides, taken at various far away places throughout the summer.
And, most heartbreaking of all for me personally, ALL BUT THREE of my digitised pictures (Hence, all the pictures from the last year) of my late guinea pig, Sparkle, playing with Splodge, and opening his Christmas gifts.  There can never be another photo of Sparkle obviously, so I'm actually really crying just to be writing this.
If ANYBODY, ANYWHERE still has ANY files I've sent them (I don't think I ever sent my Sparkle files to anyone, but my music files have gone to other people, I'm sure) could you PRETTY PLEASE send them to desiree_skylark @  I'd honestly be forever in your debt.  PLEASE!!!  *Sobs uncontrollably at the loss of all the files*
I can't even save any photos off of the internet, so if you see any of my pictures around, can you please save them and send them along to me?  I think there should be an obituary to Sparkle on the Arena somewhere in WYP.  Can someone at least rescue those four pictures and send them along?  Help me out, please!  *Sobs again*
Thank you, kind people and ponies, for reading, and even more thanks if you can help me out tracking down my lost files.  It really helps.  So many have been lost anyway, but if I can just find a couple of photos of Sparkle, it will help ease the pain.  I only have two pictures of him when he was really sick towards the very end saved on my camera.

Desiree   xxx

Saturday, 20 October 2007

Meeting with the Architect Report... and poor soggy plushies.

Current mood:  sad

So we went to see the architect at 6.30pm last night as planned.
Things didn't turn out quite so badly as I had feared.  But that's simply because Mum didn't understand ANY of the drawn plans, so we have to wait until TUESDAY when the architect will send us our own clearer copies.  From what I understood of the plans though, I could see nohing that my mother will agree to.
Even though Mum understood none of the drawings, she sat nodding vigorously, grinning from ear to ear, going "Hmm!" in a positive way, and sucking on her reading glasses, which she can no longer see through.  She was "too embarrassed to admit she didn't understand anything." you'd rather say you understood the plans, but you're mentally insane anyway, and keep changing your mind on them, meaning that one week you adore them, and keep complimenting them, the next week you won't accept them, or even look at them.  Sounds good...I don't think.
Chris didn't seem so unwilling to discuss what we wanted this time, and there was no sign of "Fuzzyhair" anyway.  He showed us around his own house(s - he bought two next door to each other and knocked them into one), including his loft extensions, which he says are a similar size to the one David wants for himself.  They were HUGE!!!  Two VERY big bedrooms, plus an en suite bathroom.  Huh!  He knows what he's doing, knocking two feet out of my bedroom and keeping all of that space to himself!!!  
Nothing else was really said.  David moaned at my mum all the way home because she so stupidly didn't understand the plans, and it really upset her.
Today, however, David has admitted he didn't understand the plans either, and whenever I try to tell the pair of them about the ideas, they say I can't have understood them better than they did, hence, we have to wait until Tuesday to even find out about Mum's reaction.  The only thing that she does understand is about the loft, both size and cost.  It's going to cost SIX THOUSAND QUID more than she'd expected, but David is playing it down, and saying that was the price all along.  We're not that daft.  And six thousand quid is an awful lot just to have spent on you.
So today Mum suggested that maybe we could have a change of plan over bedrooms.  I could have one of the loft rooms (which are bigger than my future room), and David could have the room he wants to take two feet off of for the bathroom.
"Right, you do that." David growled.  "But if you do, I'M GOING TO LIVE SOMWHERE ELSE!!!"
A real threat, David.  We don't even want you.  Well, we do, but only because we can't afford to pay the bills.without you.  Honestly though, the house was left to my MUM, not you. So, having made me wait seventeen and a half years for a room, I shouldn't even have a say in the matter of where that room is, because DAVID gets first choice in MUM'S HOUSE!!!
"Well, where am I meant to go if she has the loft?" he asked.  "Well, you can have the room on the first floor since I won't be sleeping in it."  I replied. "What, with two feet cut off of it?!"  Um...well, that's what you wanted to do to me, David...
Now for the next bit of bad news.  Until we move, all of my plush ponies are on the windowsill by the "communal bed", getting dirtier and dirtier, because their plastic crates are packed with my grandad's old sheet music.  You can see some of them in the background of my profile picture.  And then today, I pulled the curtains back, and found that the bottoms of the curtains were WET!  Running my hand along the glass, I found the whole length of the window was wet...  It was condensation because it was so cold outside last night.   Because my father is so odd, I always keep my three precious videos I've gathered of interviews with/shows starring my faourite actors and actresses by my side, even when I'm in bed.   They were also soaked.  I'm dreading trying to watch them again, as I fear they'll be ruined.
Worst of all though is the fact that the back row of my cuddly ponies were SOAKED THROUGH.  All of their legs are really wet and horrible, and really filthy from the windowsill that hasn't been cleaned in years.  It's really breaking my heart to see them like that, and I don't know if they'll ever clean up.   Anyhow, my parents have finally agreed to take me to the shop to get new crates.  Yeah, it's too late.  *Sob*
Yours sadly,
Desiree Skylark  xxx

Friday, 19 October 2007

Going to see the architect...

Current mood:  worried

We have an appointment to see the architect at 6.30.  We're supposed to be discussing his stupid ideas of moving walls and making the room where Mum will be sleeping and my room smaller in order to make David's bathroom and David's loft bigger.  Oh, and make the kitchen so large that it will take up almost the entire lower level of the house.  Of course, David, Chris (The architect), and "Fuzzyhair" (The architect's wife's name, according to my mum! ) will all be against Mum and I
Oh dear.  I fear an argument that will delay us moving house even further.  Please wish us luck, and I shall write another blog later...

Desiree Skylark     xxx

Thursday, 18 October 2007

TV Commercials and Shattered Dreams

Current mood:  crushed

Last night, Dad switched the TV on, in his usual way, and I just happened to see a television commercial for some mobile phone company.  In the advertisement, two men are standing outside an amusement arcade talking on phones.  I wasn't really watching it, so I don't know the story-line.  But outside the arcade was a whole row of 1950s/1960s Edward Saville (English company who went out of business years ago for those of you who don't know) coin operated children's rides!   As you can imagine, I am desperate to get ahold of a copy of this commercial, so I began madly recording every advertisement break after that.  That advert didn't come on again.   However, by total fluke, I did catch an Argos advertisement for their new Christmas catalogue featuring...*Drumroll please*...PONIES!!!  Apparently, a whole load of MLP's have 25‰ off this week only.  There's no way I can get to an Argos, and  the website isn't showing up which ponies are part of the offer.  I wonder if Sing 'n' Dance Pinkie Pie is down to £30?  I wish I could get there.
Anyhow, forget about that.  The next part of my blog is dedicated to my dreams.  My Mum seems determined to shatter them right now, but I'm not listening...
OK, so I know none of them are likely to come true, but please, why do you have to keep enforcing that fact?
First off, on the way to see Mary Poppins last night, I was talking about how I was looking forward to moving so that I could start walking around the parks and lose some weight.  "Not everyone can be slim, it's all down to build, and your frame isn't slim." Mum announced. "I don't like thin people anyway."  I mean, WTH?  Why on Earth come out with that?  She kept going on throughout Mary Poppins about how useless the actors were, and then when I said, "Could you do any better?" to stop her ruining it for everyone in the surrounding seats, she replied, bitterly, "No, and I wouldn't want to either."  Then she says she has no idea what I want to do with my life.  Um, yeah, like we believe that.
Then this morning, I couldn't get to sleep until about 3am...and I have just been so tired lately that once I did get to sleep I didn't wake up again on my own.  The alarm stopped working on the clock ages ago, meaning I rely on my mum waking me up, and she didn't.  She called me half-heartedly a few time apparently, but she knows it requires more than that to get me up.  Anyhow, I get halfway down the stairs, and she says to me, "What time did you get to bed last night...this morning, I mean." stifling a giggle.  "Why?  What time is it?" I asked, realising it was bad.  And then, knowing how badly I hate wasting days, she announced calmly,  "Twenty five to one!"  What?!  I think I screamed, and I just kept breaking down in tears all day that I'd wasted my morning in bed.  Especially since I had been planning on searching for my fabric crayons so that I could start work on my Ponycon t-shirt today. 
I searched high and low for about three hours...then found that I had simply placed the crayons (inside their plastic container) on the living room windowsill last year after completing my design, and they had fallen down on the floor.  Crazy or what?  Now can you imagine the kind of clutter we're living in?!
So I sang for a while, ate dinner at about 8pm, sang a bit more, went to Tesco, and then tonight I said again how I was intending on leaving England as soon as possible.  My mum asked me if that was "the great secret that everyone on the internet knew that she didn't know about me".  Er...I thought even you knew I didn't want to stay in England all my life, mother.
Anyhow, she then added on the end of her line, "What other country do you think will accept you anyway?  Britain is the only place that still welcomes immigrants with open arms."  Well, I do know that's the case, but when I'm already down, why must she insist on enforcing that unhappy thought into my brain?
And that's about it for now, folks.  Apparently, Mum spoke to Emma on the phone for two hours this morning while I was in bed, and she's fine.  She just didn't get our e-mails.  So that's good.  And now the day is over, and I'm off to the "communal bed" again, so fingers crossed Mum tries harder to get me up tomorrow.  One thing's for sure, I won't get up on my own.   So I have to rely on her.  Maybe I'll wake up when she gets out of bed tomorrow morning.  Maybe not...
I'm listening to my Mary Poppins recordings again right now, and so I'll take this opportunity to say once more, if anybody wants me to send them a couple, just ask.  They're not good, but I know there are West End fanatics out there who don't live near enough to get there.  Just drop me a line.
Best wishes,
Desiree Skylark xxx

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

Strange Lighting and Mary Poppins

Current mood:  cheerful
This house is totally crazy.  On Sunday, I turned the living room light on, a lightbulb popped, and a fuse went, plunging the whole house into darkness.  David was in the bathroom (reading Mills & Boon as usual) but shot through the door very quickly when all the lights went out.   Meanwhile, I struggled to get into the cupboard under the stairs to press the button and light the house once more.
Upon opening the door, I realised I needed a torch to find the button.  The torch is in the downstairs lavatory where we have no light since the ceiling flooded six years ago (We also have no toilet flush downstairs, but Mum and I use that room when David hogs the upstairs bathroom for hours on end).  Anyhow, climbing over all my mum's junk that I'd moved out of the way to get into the cupboard, a bag full of her dad's walking sticks fell over, and the cupboard door slammed shut again. 
Returning with the torch, I tried to open the door...only to find that the doorknob came off in my hand!   No worries!  David said he'd get it open!  Except that he couldn't find his pliers, and almost set the doorknob alight trying to clean loose pieces of wood out of the hole in the back of it with a match so that he could reconnect it!!!
Luckily, I found the pliers by the upstairs toilet (Which David had to fix recently since that flush went wrong too, and he couldn't bear to flush a toilet with buckets of hot soapy water like we have to!) and he opened the door, meaning I could get in there, press the button and put the lights on.  Then he got the doorknob glued back on, and changed the lightbulb with a bulb he had to go out and buy at a corner shop, since we had none in the house. There was no way we could have sat in even worse light than we do usually.  We only have three working bulbs out of twelve as it is!!!
Anyhow, last night the bulb went again - luckily no fuse was blown this time though.  We feared the light had gone the same way as our others, but it seems to be working perfectly well on a new Tesco bulb though, so that's a relief, if a little annoying that he wasted his money on those bulbs from the corner shop!
Tonight we went to see Mary Poppins: The Musical at the Prince Edward Theatre with cheap tickets we got through an offer for being members of English Heritage.  I loved it, as I knew I would, but Mum thought it was "silly and childish", and wondered "why any adult would wish to go and see it".  Ah, well.  Can't please everyone, I guess. 
I was very, very bad while I was there.  I snuck my digital camera in and made an audio recording of part of the show...  It hasn't come out very well, but if any of my friends interested in the West End want a copy, I'm happy to e-mail it to you.
I got saddened again on the way home that I'll never be able to fulfill my dreams, and started talking to Mum about it...not that she was interested.  Unfortunately, I was so wound up, I just started slipping into the Vancouver accent I keep on practising.  And Mum got really annoyed that I "even think of myself as a bl**dy American now".  Hmm...  Well, it's Canadian actually, but Mum can't tell the difference in real life so hopefully I'm at least making progress.  Apparently, I've really hurt her with the way I said "Addit-e-ude" (Attitude) and "F-oo-rsd" (First).  Well, I am sorry but I just can't hide it any more...
I want to design a t-shirt for the ponycon, but my fabric pens have disappeared.  I know they're in a plastic yellow egg that came out of a Kinder Easter egg some years ago, but I can't find that egg anywhere!!!  Not surprising in this house really...
That's about it for now, you'll be pleased to know.  If anyone wants a little bit of very tinny Mary Poppins music sent to them, just drop me a line.

Desiree  xxx

Monday, 15 October 2007

Another long catch-up blog. Why don’t I get around to updating this thing these days?!

Current mood:  stressed

Gosh, I've let this blog get out of date again.  I haven't really been online much - just been too depressed and downhearted.  Don't worry though, I'm not going to bore you with another super-long blog - instead I'll just give you a REALLY (I promise!!! ) quick round-up of everything that has happened...believe me, none of it's very pretty.
Gosh, I've let this blog get out of date again.  I haven't really been online much - just been too depressed and downhearted.  Don't worry though, I'm not going to bore you with another super-long blog - instead I'll just give you a REALLY quick round-up of everything that has happened...believe me, none of it's very pretty.
We went to Nottingham for the 4th and 5th, as planned.  I took Baby Brightbow and Majesty with me for photo opportunities, but didn't really take any photos.  On the 4th we went to Ruddington Framework Knitting Museum, Nottingham Castle and Mortimer's Hole, the latter on a guided tour.  Then we went to our hotel, I fell asleep on a VERY high bed (thank goodness I didn't fall out of that one! ), only to be woken up half an hour later and told we were going to Nottingham Goose Fair that night so that we didn't have to "waste time there" (Funny, considering that was the main reason we wanted to go in the first place!) the following day.  Mum had a dreadful migraine, and the loud funfair noises and flashing funfair lights were not really the best thing for it.  Funfairs are not really very "fun" when you're with a couple of very fuddy-duddy parents anyway.  I couldn't go on any of the rides and, worse still, all of the clawgrabbing machines and hook-a-duck games etc. were PACKED with MLP plushies.  And I mean PACKED.  There were so, so, SO many!!!  Medium sized Minty's, Sweet Song's, Sew-and-So's and Sweetberry's, ENORMOUS Rainbow Dash's, Sunny Daze's and Sparkleworks's, small lying down Sunny Daze's, Sparkleworks's, Rainbow Dash's and Pinkie Pie's, larger lying down Tink-a-Tink-a-Too's and Shenanigans's, sitting down Fluttershy's, Sweetberry's and Rainbow Dash' name but a few.  I only got five turns for a pound on one clawgrabbing machine though, and again, my annoying father got a turn and knocked Minty quite out of reach.  That man's a bloomin' nuisance, I tell you!
There was a stand where EVERYONE was winning the smaller plushies (They were the "loser" prize! ), but David was rudely walking miles ahead, and Mum was feeling so ill that even once I caught up with my father, I didn't want to drag her back.  *Sighs*  So no plush ponies coming my way this time.  I've been looking on e-Bay ever since but they seem to be selling for about twenty quid each!!!
There were some pretty interesting (to my mind, at least) stories on the 5th, so I'm afraid I shall have to bore you with a more detailed description of that day.
At Nottingham Caves, we found out we could only enter by guided tour, and there was a whole hour before the next one.  So we decided to walk around the shopping centre first (Nottingham Caves is actually in the shopping centre.  When the centre was built they wanted to destroy the caves.  Instead, they eventually agreed to just build around them).  In TKMaxx we found the book I had to leave in the Galleria, due to those misbehaved children, plus another MLP book (Puzzle-book of jigsaws?) which we left there because it was badly torn. 
We found some Disney Princess wrapping paper in a small shop there, which we bought to wrap my niece's birthday presents in.  I'm pretty sure we bought something else too, but I can't remember what.  Then I took some photographs of the coin-operated children's rides there (made by an Australian company called Ride-on Entertainment, who I've not heard of before.  I'm sure they're the same company as made those rides in The Galleria though.  What a pity all the UK companies went out of business, so that we now have to order machines in from the other side of the world!), and then we went back to the caves, me making a complete fool of myself by singing along to McFly's "It's All About You" which was playing over the loudspeakers.
We had an enjoyable tour, although we all made total fools of ourselves there too!  Before we went down the stairs into the caves we were all made to put helmets on for safety reasons.  Mum's looked like it was about to fall off, David said mine wasn't on properly and made me tighten it to the point I had a terrible headache for the rest of the day, and his was...well, when he ducked down through a tunnel, he hit the helmet on the ceiling, and it actually DID fall off!  Please make sure your own helmet is secure before ranting at me about mine, David!
Having ducked through the tunnel, we found ourselves in a small room where they reckon gamblers used to gather.  The tour guide was just telling us about this when Mum began to laugh and laugh.  I had no idea what she was laughing about, but couldn't help but start giggling along with her.   Later on, she told me she was laughing at a Chinese man sitting opposite.  She had no idea why she thought he was funny - he just had, "Such a serious face under his bright green hard hat"!   Anyway, us two laughing uncontollably on our own might not have been so bad, but soon the entire group was laughing (all but David anyway) including the Chinese man in question!   The tour guide did look at us all in a strange way!
Next we went to St.Mary's Church, looking for signs of ancestors for Mum's family history obsession.  I photographed the font for her, and we bought some postcards and pamplets.  We also met a man there who was looking after the church and told us all about the old days in Nottingham, and (much to Mum's excitement) lifted the lid off of the font and let her look inside!  I recorded his voice on my digital camera (hopefully unbeknownst to him!) so that I can study his Nottingham accent at some point in the near future.
Then across the road to the Galleries of Justice.  Again, we could only enter by guided tour, even though there were only five people including us who wanted to go on it.  I have never known anything so embarassing in my life!  First we were taken into an old Victorian court, where the tour guide was telling us about a famous court case.  The teenage couple on the tour along with us wanted to act out the trial, but they needed at least four people to do it.  Guess who got picked to play the suspect?  Yep, ME!  And what a fool of myself I made!  I fully blame my father, but that was my chance to shine and show them all I could do it!  How the heck will I ever be a professional actress if I can't even act in front of five people?  Oh, how did I make a fool of myself, you ask?
First off I got so nervous I didn't bow to the judge (the before-mentioned teenage girl). And then I started giggling uncontrollably again.  I spoke so quietly that nobody could hear me utter the words "Not guilty", and when my mum (Prosecution witness) read out the prosecution statement against me, my voice cracked up and I couldn't even say "HALT!" in the correct way.  Various other characters kept jumping out at us throughout the entire tour and I just felt so awful with my ugly, dirty clothes and straggly hair.  I think I laughed nervously the entire time...  As we left the Galleries Of Justice, David's mobile phone rang.  He looked at his missed calls and saw his boss's number.  He rang him back, spoke to him for about ten minutes, then asked, "Anyway, you called?" to be told the boss HADN'T CALLED HIM AT ALL!!!  It was actually my sister finally getting through to us to tell us how Kizzy had got on with her operation on Monday.  Thankfully, although there were a couple of scares, she got through OK and was recovering well.
Anyhow, that just about round up our trip to Nottingham, you'll be pleased to know.  Now to quickly rush through the rest of the week.
On Saturday 6th we went to Uxbridge, and I bought a Disney Princess doll for my niece, Abigale for her birthday.  I pleased myself by knowing it would be the Cinderella one she'd want rather than Belle as my parents thought.  Maybe I can be a better auntie than I thought!
On Sunday 7th we went to Chiswick School Car Boot Sale.  There I found Morning Glory for 20p and Starcatcher for 50p.  I was pretty pleased.   Then on to Emma's house to take Abigale her birthday presents.  She seemed to like them.  Allan had made me a "kennel" for my ponies and drawn us a picture of Diggerland.  It was nice to know he had enjoyed it and still remembered the day so well.  And then the biggest surprise - Emma presented me with Silver Glow, who she had found at the hospital while Kizzy was having her operation and whom had "mysteriously hopped into Nick's bag"!   We had a delicious meal as always, even though we told Emma not to bother since she hasn't been very well, and when I was *trying* to help her with the washing up afterwards (without much success since Emma held tightly onto the sponge and scouring pad!) I actually got to talk to her a little without my parents looking over us the entire time. 
I didn't get around to telling her any of my goals or ambitions, but just tried to be a bit friendlier than she usually finds me, hoping the pair of us might get to know each other a little better.  I spoke about the MLP Convention, and a couple of my internet pals.  There's no way she's coming back on Myspace after that strange woman started writing rude messages to Nick.   She may come and read this blog if I send her a link though, so...
Then the boring week began again.  I didn't leave the house on Monday.  In fact, the only remotely interesting thing that happened is that Mum spoke to Emma over the telephone, and they both seem "Surprised" that I spoke to my sister at all.  Emma had thought I was "really shy" before now (I might act it, but only when I'm not around my father) and Mum is just totally shocked by "how much Emma knows about me".  Um...I only told her a few things about my internet friends, mother...   Emma's last words to me when we left her house were a joking "Don't go running off to Canada" (following me telling her of my Canadian e-pals) though, so hopefully she won't have too much of a shock if she does read this blog!!!
On Tuesday I went to the marvellous Hoover Tesco.  And that was that.
On Wednesday, I didn't leave the house again.  What a fantastic way to waste away your teenage years!  That night, we had terrible trouble with drunks in the street again, with one particular man smashing a shop window, and setting a burglar alarm off.  The gang danced around the shop for a full fifteen minutes until the burglar alarm switched off.  No police could be seen or heard.
The following day was Splodge's fifth birthday.  David took me to Hoover Tesco to get him some special salad, and I gave him a packet of "fruity feast" guinea pig treats as a gift.  Sadly, he can't eat them straight out of the bag due to his teeth, so we have to soak them until they almost break down to nothing, meaning they can't keep all of their flavour.  He still loves them though, poor boy.
He was just enjoying a party (Well, if you can call it a party when there are no other piggies in the house for him to eat/play with) when there was a huge crash outside.  Then another, and another, and another...  I was talking to Grace over MSN, and I'm sure she'll vouch for me how terrified I was.  Of course, we realised "the drunks" were back, so I unplugged the computer, having written a very hurried note to Grace, so that the phone was free should we have to ring the police, and raced upstairs to take a look out of the window.
David had gone to the other (safer) house to sleep, and Mum tried to ring him on his mobile phone while I was upstairs.  However, she did not hear David's voice on the other end.  Instead, a recorded message droned, "Welcome to the Orange Answer Phone. We're sorry, the person you have called is unavailable..."HE'D SWITCHED HIS PHONE OFF!!!  Mum was shocked, I was just angry.
Looking out of the window, I saw the two men were right opposite us.  I'm certain that they were NOT drunk.  They were just being violent for the sake of being violent!  One was jumping up at the shutters on the beauty salon opposite, kicking and punching at them.  The other had taken the hardboard advertisement out of the telephone box, and was ramming the shutters with it!   Then they threw the hardboard down on the floor and began stamping on it, jumping up and down in fury!  WTH?  I was rather shocked - this is bad even for Grottsville standards!   Luckily, they just walked off after that cursing in an Eastern European language.  I was so shaken that I must have spoken to Grace until about 4.30am.  It was getting light by the time I got to bed!
On Friday 12th David wrote this to my mum.  (Yes, now you get to see how a strange man such as my father writes!)...
"I spoke to architect
he's proceeding with application on loft
he's doing drawings on kitchen, 1st floor bathroom - "has some interesting ideas"
suggests we go over to discuss next Friday"
We were pretty excited that the architect "had some interesting ideas" to discuss next Friday, until David came in and told us that he was being sarcastic and the architect had told him all his "interesting ideas" on the phone.   Basically, the architect wanted to knock down my bedroom wall and give me a smaller room to make way for a larger bathroom!   David sees no problem with this.  Well, I DO!  After all these years, I want a reasonably large bedroom, not a huge bathroom where David can spend hours reading his Mills & Boon books!  That night, we drove to the house to check Mum's pony-finding family history e-pal's latest find was not waiting outside.  It wasn't, but we did find a "missed parcel" card. 
That night, I got a really sore toe again.  Remember how I got a kind of "hangnail" effect before?  Well, a small piece of grit got into the wound and really rubbed on it, so now I can hardly walk.  I wish we could move house so I could regularly have a bath.  I haven't had one for almost a year now (One week short, I think).  Washing at the sink is one thing, but it doesn't get grit out like soaking would.
On Saturday, David didn't even offer to take us out.  He went to the post office, Tesco and Ealing Broadway on his own, neglecting to even get us our magazines from WHSmith.  The pony Mum's pony-finding family history e-pal had found was WINTER SNOW, and she had also included a McDonalds Sunsparkle! Mum is really not feeling well, with dreadful stomach ache, headache, leg ache and back ache.  She's going to see a doctor next week, so fingers crossed that's nothing too bad.  She can hardly sit up right now, and really wanted to go to sleep on the sofa until I decided to sleep and the pair of us went to the "communal bed".  But David kept her up by watching the whole of "Con Air" on TV.   What a stupid, violent film.  The special effects are total rubbish too!   Anyhow, he kept us up until late, moaning if we so much as spoke to each other, then Mum wanted a turn on the computer, so we didn't get to bed until about 3am.  David left the alarm clock on the bed (which he NEVER does - he keeps it himself!), so that we could "wake up for a boot sale".
Well, he said he'd set it (I don't understand how to, especially since it shows the wrong time!), but neither of us ever heard it go off, and believe me, that alarm clock is not something you don't hear.  David can't have set the alarm.   He didn't wake us until 9.35am.   Oh well, no car boot sales, and no recording adverts looking for the MLP Ice Cream Truck advert that Emma tells us she saw earlier this week either.  *Sighs*
So we just went to the new house and did some clearing out.  Dad has finally seen sense and realised that by taking space out of my bedroom for the bathroom, there wouldn't even be room for my bed except for right in front of the window.  However, it now turns out that the architect wants to take some space out of Mum's bedroom in order to make the stairway to David's loft...and Mum's bedroom is tiny as it is.  The architect specifically said that room would not be affected and it would only be the landing that had to be changed.  Mind you, David's just as odd.  Why is he dripping these "interesting ideas" out bit by bit?  I'm just wondering what other "interesting ideas" are set to come out in the next few days!
Today the newest addition to my herd, Foamy, finally arrived.  I had no idea where the seller lived, but it turns out she's in Vancouver!  I've told Foamy she'll be going home some day, but I doubt that'll happen.  She's a beautiful Sea Pony though, and she came complete with her float which is also in mint condition.  I shall try to get pictures up later.  In other pony news, I've been trying to teach myself how to curl pony hair.  I shall try to show a picture of poor Daffidazey and her "flattened ringlets" next time.
We haven't heard from Emma again for a few days.  I hope she's OK.  I'm going to e-mail her and send her a belated thank you for everything she did for us last Sunday now.  Hopefully, she'll reply, and tell us where she's been...
Anyhow, that's about it.  We're going to see "Mary Poppins" at the Prince Edward Theatre tomorrow, and the architect on Friday, (but you already knew about the latter event anyway), but nothing else is really happening this week. 
Hope that didn't bore you too much and that you're all having a good day!

Best wishes,

Desiree Skylark  xxx

(PS.  I ought to point this out to all of you, 'cause nobody will notice otherwise.  My profile has been completely updated now.  And this computer is so slow that I'm NEVER doing it again - yeah, who am I kidding?!  - so I hope you all like the finished result. )
*EDIT*  I just read about Caroline.  I do hope she's OK.  Caroline, if you read this when you're better, I was thinking of you, as I am...well, right now!  I send you a wish for a swift recovery.