Hello Splodgkins!
As we speak, I am waiting.
Waiting to see if the delivery driver can actually find my address. Waiting to see if they will say anything weird to me. I've never had my groceries delivered before- what should I expect!? Will he or she judge me for the large amounts of sainsbury's basics chocolate I have bought? Its for making brownies, I swear!! What about the cider I purchased? Am I gonna get IDd? I'm not nervous or anxious. I'm curious. I don' know what the etiquette here is. I know what the etiquette is for ordering a takeaway or signing for a parcel is. I even know how to sign for a large quantity of logs. And how to sign for a number of other things.
....but wtf am I supposed to do?? I suppose whilst I wait the only thing I can do is blog. Which I'm doing right now. Which means I will come on to the other part of the blog- the mystery stain. Yep, so as you will know from reading yesterday's blog (and if you haven't spoiler alert coming up) the mystery orange stain had still not come out of my jeans, even though I put them through the wash. So today, I went into town and went through all the charity shops and all the high street shops to try and find an equivalent pair, as they are the ones I usually wear for work, and I'm quite fond of them. Having found nothing suitable, I trundled back home feeling rather silly, because I was too paranoid that buying some stain remover would make it worse because they are often bleach based and could pull more of the colour out.
As I came into my room, and put my bag behind the door as is normal when I come in, I spot my pencil case on the desk which I affectionately (and only ever in my head until now) call the 'snack station' because its where I put my fruit and biscuits and blackcurrant cordial. When I started my A-levels, I had bought a transparent pencil case because those are the only kind allowed in the exam rooms. So I could see what was inside my pencil case. A number of sharpies. An orange one, a purple one, two different shades of green, a light blue one, and.... a black one.
Now, don't get me wrong, normally I'd be opposed to drawing all over my clothes in a permanent marker (unless its one of those white t-shirt socials that university societies often have; word of advice, have something else on underneath your white t-shirt that you don't mind getting wrecked) but this time I thought "It's black ink on black clothes. Where's the harm?"... so yes, I coloured in the mysterious orange stains with my black sharpie. It didn't work perfectly, but it'll do until I'm able to get hold of some others!
...OK, buds!! My shopping arrived!! A smiley woman who said her name was Julie stood on the doorstep and asked me if she had the right address, and as we don't have a number on our door or a sign on our street (we're the only house on the street, but the lack of street sign could confuse anybody) I said "Yes, don't worry we get that a lot" and she explained a whole spiel of stuff about online shopping and that they'd had everything in stock that I had ordered. One thing I didn't like was that I had to take the boxes into the kitchen, unload the bags and take the boxes back out again. This would've been fine, but they seemed to arrive in odd times, so it looked like Julie was always standing around.... I'm sure that's not what was happening though. But that's how it felt! The other thing I was a bit iffy on was I said "do you need to ID me or anything?" as I'd ordered cider. She said "No, I'm not being funny, but you look over 25" which I can't work out if it was a compliment or not for a 23 year old. What do you think?
....All in all I think i will do it again- I got a voucher for £1 off Cravendale milk for my next shop!! So perhaps I will utilise it ;)
Today, this is me:
See you tomorrow!
-Rosa
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