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Polishing the broomstick
20/06/2003 09:42 pmSSSSSSSSSo the time is fast approaching. Feathers will soon be flying. So much work to do and sooo little time. There's the broom to be polished, the picnic to be packed along with the assortment of serpentine jewelry. Did some one say Goblinses? Exams? On Monday?....who cares? Most important priority is to have that Accio spell practised to perfection. Of course it would be more fun sending all the little ankle biters screaming in horror at the sight of such a green, utterly evil and ANCIENT serpent....but one must behave in the presence of Ministry officials. Any bookstore attendant who dares ask if Izzie is buying it for her GRANDCHILDREN will have uttered their lassssssst words ever.
Unfortunately Izzie is expected at the Dursleys tomorrow night after work. They do not know that I requested the day off months ago in anticipation. A green hat,scarf,dress and shoes are not exactly acceptable attire there. Since I'm working Sunday, makes more sense to go home, get changed and leave the Precioussssss in the lair. Since Izzie is NOT supposed to peek at it again until Tuesday afternoon anyway. My one concession to the unreasonable demands of the Goblins.
And unlike book 4, Izzie will NOT rush first time to see what happens next. We are even going so far as to wait for three whole hours after acquiring it, to bring it to St Brutus where we can sit with coffees, copious quantities of dark chocolate....just in case those rumours are true... and the rubber stamp of approval from the Wardens of St Brutus. (Used to be a lunatic aslyum.. is now a museum and art centre and Izzie's favorite haunt)And we mustn't forget the dedication ceremony with the little green quill and a squiggle or two.
And we mustn't forget a toast to the Great White Witch of the North who made it all possible.
Then it will be off to the beach for the solstice sunset and a wine and cheese picnic. And more Potter.
There are other sneaky creatures out there who are doing their damnest to make Izzie extremely cranky this week.....one living next door with a disgusting prediliction for red and gold colour schemes and a most incessantly annoying staccato accent but Izzie will not be perturbed ....or rather should keep such things away from the hallowed halls of Cyberia.
In fact I'd almost thought the Dementors were back, the way I let myself get upset by her last minute colour scheme alterations for a fence that had seemed to be signed sealed and well should have been delivered yesterday. Izzie might be reading about wizards but she's not the one who seems to think that a builder can magically transform beige to red with two minutes notice. But we would have had to pay him yesterday so maybe that is why she did it. Everything - the price and colour was fine as long as it was vague and uncommitted. But once a time and date appeared...that's when the trouble started. A bit strange since she was the one suggesting getting a new fence in the first place. And there was Izzie's ma and pa shopping around to get the best price for us. She wasted their time, Izzie's time, but worst of all the builder's time. I wouldn't have minded so much if the contract hadn't been in my name. Makes Iz look like a flaky fruitlupe who does not keep her word. And one thing Iz cannot stand is people who do not keep their word. You cannot do business with them. Such a pity that when I gave her the quote, I didn't let her contact him and make the arrangements instead of offering to do it myself. I would have had no hassles with nothing to do but pay my half if he ever turned up. Needless to say, he didn't.
Izzie wants nothing more to do with it. She can find her own builder and get pink and purple striped polka dots for all Izzie cares. And this time Iz will not be paying half...not one brass knut. Izzie's only contribution will be the razor wire on top.
Unfortunately Izzie is expected at the Dursleys tomorrow night after work. They do not know that I requested the day off months ago in anticipation. A green hat,scarf,dress and shoes are not exactly acceptable attire there. Since I'm working Sunday, makes more sense to go home, get changed and leave the Precioussssss in the lair. Since Izzie is NOT supposed to peek at it again until Tuesday afternoon anyway. My one concession to the unreasonable demands of the Goblins.
And unlike book 4, Izzie will NOT rush first time to see what happens next. We are even going so far as to wait for three whole hours after acquiring it, to bring it to St Brutus where we can sit with coffees, copious quantities of dark chocolate....just in case those rumours are true... and the rubber stamp of approval from the Wardens of St Brutus. (Used to be a lunatic aslyum.. is now a museum and art centre and Izzie's favorite haunt)And we mustn't forget the dedication ceremony with the little green quill and a squiggle or two.
And we mustn't forget a toast to the Great White Witch of the North who made it all possible.
Then it will be off to the beach for the solstice sunset and a wine and cheese picnic. And more Potter.
There are other sneaky creatures out there who are doing their damnest to make Izzie extremely cranky this week.....one living next door with a disgusting prediliction for red and gold colour schemes and a most incessantly annoying staccato accent but Izzie will not be perturbed ....or rather should keep such things away from the hallowed halls of Cyberia.
In fact I'd almost thought the Dementors were back, the way I let myself get upset by her last minute colour scheme alterations for a fence that had seemed to be signed sealed and well should have been delivered yesterday. Izzie might be reading about wizards but she's not the one who seems to think that a builder can magically transform beige to red with two minutes notice. But we would have had to pay him yesterday so maybe that is why she did it. Everything - the price and colour was fine as long as it was vague and uncommitted. But once a time and date appeared...that's when the trouble started. A bit strange since she was the one suggesting getting a new fence in the first place. And there was Izzie's ma and pa shopping around to get the best price for us. She wasted their time, Izzie's time, but worst of all the builder's time. I wouldn't have minded so much if the contract hadn't been in my name. Makes Iz look like a flaky fruitlupe who does not keep her word. And one thing Iz cannot stand is people who do not keep their word. You cannot do business with them. Such a pity that when I gave her the quote, I didn't let her contact him and make the arrangements instead of offering to do it myself. I would have had no hassles with nothing to do but pay my half if he ever turned up. Needless to say, he didn't.
Izzie wants nothing more to do with it. She can find her own builder and get pink and purple striped polka dots for all Izzie cares. And this time Iz will not be paying half...not one brass knut. Izzie's only contribution will be the razor wire on top.
