gimme the Pop Fairy … #diary
You know that horrible feeling when you’ve got a bad tummy – then it feels better so you go away from the immediate vicinity to your toilet – then … low and behold you get that horrible bad tummy feeling and rush to the loo in a hot sweat, then it goes. Well … I’ve been like that for a couple of hours now. I don’t feel very well. I think I’m going to explode. Actually … I want to.
Then, I have 42 voice messages and can’t get into my voicemail. Furthermore I can’t find the phone number for Virgin Mobile customer services. There’s only an 0345 number and I’m not paying 10p a minute to wait in a queue. I know they do it on purpose!
Virgin have got under my skin this week! I’ve been informed they’re charging me for 3 digital boxes in my Leeds property and I am hardly ever there!? How on earth could I watch 3 TV’s all at one time. I’m not so stupid to take out such a ridiculous contract and they refuse to give me a refund. I’ve been paying £60 a month! I told them to cancel it all and they said I’d have to pay an early cancellation fee. So now they’ve offered me 3 digital boxes for half prices. I DON’T WANT THEM! I haven’t even got 3 there’s only 1. I am very baffled.
Today was going so well. I’ll be honest I keep blogging as I’m bored of writing my book just when it got to the good bit too.
I don’t like feeling poorly. I call upon a ‘Pop Fairy’ to strike my belly with her bow and arrow. POP !!!
Photograph of myself trying to light a Cedar and Lavender Wand. It’s not happening. (May make a mini bonfire with it in the elements in hope of summoning The Fairy of Popping).