Sorry to leave Nimby’s criptic message for so long.  Long story short:
After selling pork off a dead pig carcass outside a pub for 6 hours straight, I arrived home to our burgled flat.  All laptops, cameras, iPods, my Nintendo (TEAR), were gone.

Despite all that trauma, there was an amusing incident when the policeman walked into my room and said apologetically, “I’m so sorry, these people love to just turn a room upside down.  All those clothes on the floor, it’s a real mess.”
“Right”, I said.  “It um, looks pretty much the same as when I left it, it’s just my laptop’s gone.”

AWKWARD.

Anyways, after many a teary phonecall to my parents, the insurance company accepted the claim 2 days before my insurance was meant to run out and I am writing this on my new Dell Part 2.  Why did I get the same laptop?  I don’t know, I just wanted normality again.  I don’t think I’ve been without daily net access for ten years around abouts now.  I resorted to watching our neglected television through what we’ll call The Great Depression and it was only when the only thing on was the Gilmore Girls omnibus that I considered killing myself.

I don’t really sell pork for a living.  That was just that one day.  I’m a minimum wage waitress at a very swanky English pub.  I’m looking for a second job as this one just isn’t going to pay for life but I’m struggling through ok.  No, the tips are shit, thanks for asking.

I’ve also taken up pole dancing classes again and have an amazing purple bruise on my knee cap.  This time, it’s a full on course set up by a chick who was world pole dancing champion.  First rule of pole dancing:  No matter how much weight you thought you’d lost, you are an Elephant next to the instructor.  It’s heaps of fun though, despite the pain of repeatedly slamming myself into the floor and a solid metal object.