The Importance of Being Idle

They Call It Friday Evening

As I may (or may not) have mentioned earlier, Ronnie was supposed to be going to the local druid group this evening to see what she thought and if they suited and such. What nobody anticipated was an application process. See, unlike the Charnwood Grove guys on Sunday, who were (almost too) open and welcoming, apparently you have to apply to this group for permission to go to one of their meetings! Not even a ritual, a meeting! In a public place! Now admittedly there is a small amount of sense in this as it'll weed out time wasters, but actually having to apply to go seems a bit extreme. So instead I she went to help one of our mates move his TV (he's moving house) and I had to endure the intense joy of being put on speaker phone to talk with everybody. As I may (or may not) have mentioned before, I hate speaker phone. I hate it even more when I don't know I'm on it, so it wasn't as horrifying as it could've been, but it was plenty unpleasant enough.
In other news, we shared a pizza for dinner, and whilst I felt a bit queasy afterwards, I haven't been sick yet, so that's a good thing! I've also been told that I'm not allowed on the stall tomorrow, so I actually have exactly no idea what I'll be doing tomorrow. Weird, huh?

posted by BadMonkey @ 8:36 PM