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Aug. 26th, 2006 09:31 pmMy mortgage has arrived at last. As predicted it's too late to enable completion on Thursday. My solicitor now has to check that it complies with the terms of the management company's buildings insurance and some other final bits. I'll be happier if I complete in a fortnight as my parents will be then be back to help me measure up and sort out some furniture. Additionally, I'm now beginning to panic about the mortgage payments. I have a fixed rate for 3 years, after that I have to take my chances with interest rates. They predict that if interest rates stay the same the monthly repayment will be about £70 more than they are on the fixed rate. This is manageable, but what if interest rates really fly up?! I'm a bit worried that the current government will collapse and the uncertainty will lead to interest rates going up. Even worse (and I apologise to all Conservative sympathisers out there) the Tories could get in and didn't they do interest rates a lot of good last time around! Oh well, three years is a long time and plenty could happen in the mean time. I could meet the man of my dreams for starters, if he were rich that'd help out with the mortgage payments!
I'm so jealous of my Reigate friend who's currently at the Reading festival. I saw some of the Arctic Monkeys' set on BBC3, they were brilliant and I wished I was there. After 10 years of avoiding any music which involved people playing real instruments (setting aside my brief infatuation with Bon Jovi in the mid 90s) I've finally found some rock bands I like. They're so good in the instrumental bits of their songs when they really rock out. The singing is good and the lyrics are the most original around at the moment but the music is the real selling point for me. I like my music loud and fast (hence my love for Drum and Bass) so I only like bands with energy which the Artic Monkeys have in excess.
Another of my current bands of choice My Chemical Romance have just been won Best Band in the World at the Kerrang *sp?* Awards. I never thought I'd like a goth band but I love singing along to MCR. 'I'm not OK, I promise' is a fantastic song to sing along to. Still don't think I'd be brave enough to go to one of their gigs though. I'd stick out like a sore thumb amongst the angry, black clad, middle class teenagers. I also predict that MCR would be horrified to discover they were on my Zen alongside such critically acclaimed acts as East 17, Britney Spears and Master Stepz (he played at Cheryl and Ashley Cole's wedding y'know).
My plans for today kind of collapsed because I didn't wake up until 2pm! I didn't set my alarm as I thought I automatically woke up at 7ish regardless of the day of the week. By 2pm there wasn't time to have a bath and get to TVU library by the time it closed at 5pm. Now I'll have to go tomorrow which I was planning to dedicate to laundry. It also meant there wasn't time for my chicken to defrost before dinner so I had to eat pasta which I ruined by putting too much pesto on it.
Grumble, moan, grumble.
I've discovered a further reason why having kids is a bad idea. They're really expensive. A colleague has just spent over £400 on a buggy. £400! That's before having to feed or clothe the child.
Also, I despair at people who don't have home contents insurance. The building society quoted my £8 a month for this which isn't much when you think about it. I reckon I save this much in a week by taking my own luch every day instead of buying it at work. What on earth are they going to do if their house burns down or a pipe bursts or one of their kids leaves the bath running and floods the place or whatever? I suppose it's not to bad when there's only one of you and you don't have that much stuff, but when you've got a family to house... There's no doubt about it, I'm turning into my Grandad.
In today's highly exciting installment of 'mouth ulcer news'. It's not quite as swollen and I can close my mouth again. It still stings though and eating baby tomatoes tonight was a painful experience.
I'm so jealous of my Reigate friend who's currently at the Reading festival. I saw some of the Arctic Monkeys' set on BBC3, they were brilliant and I wished I was there. After 10 years of avoiding any music which involved people playing real instruments (setting aside my brief infatuation with Bon Jovi in the mid 90s) I've finally found some rock bands I like. They're so good in the instrumental bits of their songs when they really rock out. The singing is good and the lyrics are the most original around at the moment but the music is the real selling point for me. I like my music loud and fast (hence my love for Drum and Bass) so I only like bands with energy which the Artic Monkeys have in excess.
Another of my current bands of choice My Chemical Romance have just been won Best Band in the World at the Kerrang *sp?* Awards. I never thought I'd like a goth band but I love singing along to MCR. 'I'm not OK, I promise' is a fantastic song to sing along to. Still don't think I'd be brave enough to go to one of their gigs though. I'd stick out like a sore thumb amongst the angry, black clad, middle class teenagers. I also predict that MCR would be horrified to discover they were on my Zen alongside such critically acclaimed acts as East 17, Britney Spears and Master Stepz (he played at Cheryl and Ashley Cole's wedding y'know).
My plans for today kind of collapsed because I didn't wake up until 2pm! I didn't set my alarm as I thought I automatically woke up at 7ish regardless of the day of the week. By 2pm there wasn't time to have a bath and get to TVU library by the time it closed at 5pm. Now I'll have to go tomorrow which I was planning to dedicate to laundry. It also meant there wasn't time for my chicken to defrost before dinner so I had to eat pasta which I ruined by putting too much pesto on it.
Grumble, moan, grumble.
I've discovered a further reason why having kids is a bad idea. They're really expensive. A colleague has just spent over £400 on a buggy. £400! That's before having to feed or clothe the child.
Also, I despair at people who don't have home contents insurance. The building society quoted my £8 a month for this which isn't much when you think about it. I reckon I save this much in a week by taking my own luch every day instead of buying it at work. What on earth are they going to do if their house burns down or a pipe bursts or one of their kids leaves the bath running and floods the place or whatever? I suppose it's not to bad when there's only one of you and you don't have that much stuff, but when you've got a family to house... There's no doubt about it, I'm turning into my Grandad.
In today's highly exciting installment of 'mouth ulcer news'. It's not quite as swollen and I can close my mouth again. It still stings though and eating baby tomatoes tonight was a painful experience.
