Well I woke up today and you’re on the other side. Our time will never come again. But if you can still dream, close your eyes - it will seem that you can see me now and then.

It’s too far away.

Today was landmark, for I saw close friend Daisy C. for the first time in three years - having been reduced to electronic-only contact since university commenced in 2004. My hadn’t she grown. Well, she hadn’t actually. But we had a fine day regardless - endless catching up in a beautiful woodland/park type place with a myriad of smiles & laughter throughout.

Slight awkwardness would’ve been understandable despite our frequent contact - purely because three years is a long time. But there was no awkwardness or bumbling communication whatsoever - it felt more like an extended weekend away than three years. Everything flowed effortlessly.

I’m very much hoping it won’t take three years until the next time.

Next time, Gadget - next time! Mwaaaah.

Today is going well. I’ve just broken my last working Xbox controller and then my “must buy” ultrasonic screwdriver toothbrush thing (which came complete with interchangeable heads) in the space of ten minutes.

And now I’m getting a seemingly random error message keep popping up that closes Explorer.

Das ist nicht gut.

Over-priced postage & packing is one of the most annoying things I have ever encountered. Along with sales calls on consecutive days from the same company attempting to sell the exact same package you shunned only the day before. Obviously.

I order a lot of things online and am constantly screwed on the p&p - it’s an enemy to us all. If you’re lucky to get a fixed postage rate regardless of the amount of items you’ve ordered you’ll no doubt find yourself adding various other items to the order to get the most out of the handling charges. But when you don’t get the postal service you’ve paid for (1st class/special/recorded etc.) they really are taking the figurative biscuit.

eBay sellers are the worst at this. I always choose recorded delivery for fairly pricey purchases - and ask for it if it’s not a listed method of delivery before bidding. Yet I so rarely get these items sent through recorded. Only the other day, having waited a week after auction end, I messaged a seller asking when an item was going to be sent, as someone needed to be in to sign for it. They replied: “It should be with you in the next couple of days. Don’t worry, it won’t need to be signed for.”

But I did worry - it was a £25 electrical component so I paid for recorded delivery to cover it. I messaged back: “But I paid for recorded delivery.” They never responded.

Thankfully the item arrived the very next day in perfect condition. But the £4 p&p I’d paid for 1st class recorded delivery saw me waiting a week all to find £1.74 had been spent on 1st class standard delivery and they’d made no effort at pretending to have spent money on the packaging. I’m sorry, but wrapping an empty Kellogg’s Coco Pops box - which was no doubt laying about waiting to be binned - around the item then writing my name over the top doesn’t convince me that the p&p was justified. No bubble-wrap or anything.

And you can’t leave negative feedback, as they’ll then leave you negative feedback claiming you took ages to pay. Bastards.

Anyway, I got up very early this morning to save others from darting to the door when the postie called with another item needing signing for. The postage on this was ridiculous at £9 for something smaller than a CD and of similar weight to a fun-size Mars bar - though a large part of this £9 supposedly went on getting the item imported from Hong Kong before being sent on to me.

But that’s not even what this long-winded post has been about. Nay, this has been a fore-runner for saying that I ended up watching Weird Science with dearest father when he too awoke early and joined me in the drawing room.

I picked the film up yesterday after years of wanting to see it ‘one day’ for the John Hughes aspect. Father wanted to see it for Kelly LeBrock’s aspects. Either way, we were in fits of laughter throughout, mainly at how bad the film was in places and/or how it hadn’t aged well. Still, a brilliant start to the day. This weekend is shaping up to be something special.

Like the true girlie that she is, me bird, Lisa couldn’t handle her chicken madras last night in our belated Valentine’s celebrations. But hey, what she didn’t finish I polished off this morning - so I’m not complaining.

I felt so guilty for being ill on the actual day - even though we’d planned (before I got ill) on celebrating last night anyway. But we had a really lovely night and watched the most romantic of films, Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer.

No, we didn’t watch that - don’t be silly. ’twas a perfect night though, laughs aplenty.

The Wombles of Brommerly Common are we.

Such a wizard night! Well, not bad if you fancy nobbing a gorilla. Ha ha.