So, our houseguest has left the building. I'll admit, I miss her a little, if only because it's been a long time since any woman has been so shameless in her attempts at gaining my attentions. Apparently, she's settled back in at home, so that lasted all of about ten minutes.
On the plus side, I think
I've found the TV that's right for me. I've got about half saved already, and with the money from cat-sitting, that should put me at about the £110 mark. Getting a wall mount will be extra because, frankly, I don't trust it lasting five minutes in this house if it's free-standing with Chester around. I'll need to swap the positions of my DVD shelves and my big TV unit, which will be a pain and a half, but that probably won't be for another few weeks. Now I just need to find someone with a drill who knows how to put up a wall-mounting bracket...
At least it's nice to have some good news to report. The last day or two has sucked mightily. I was told I've got my birthday to look forward to, but anyone who's known me knows that birthdays, on the whole, tend to be filled with disaster. The last couple have been uneventful, which is about the best I can really ask for. Someone occasionally shouts happy birthday at me online and that's about it. No big fusses, no major events. Which is probably good, since the last time I went out anywhere, I wound up coming back to find the electricity company had kicked the door in, changed the locks and stranded me outside for the better part of 8 hours. So, keeping a low profile and not leaving the house is the order of the day! Hopefully with a new TV, because fuck yeah, new TV.