I've lost my Sims 2 CD. I've tried denial, I've tried determination and now I've just got to the stage where I have to quietly accept it and try to move on. I've even searched the death trap of my room for it, risked disease and worse in the vain hope of recovering my Sims. All that the quest yielded was the cover of my German dictionary (another sad tale of loss surrounds that beloved Duden, unfortunately), an embarrassing number of odd socks and a gaping hole where my Sims 2 CD should be. I guess this means a long wait until Sims 3, and a lesson harshly learnt about keeping CDs in their rightful cases.

 

In happier news, I went to a carvery at the old-person time of 12:15 yesterday, just in time for the 'good meat' (apparently). Whilst it was tasty and my nan, who looks like John Locke from Lost by the way, made me laugh despite being a bitter old woman, there were some really eye-catching people around for their lunch. One man was balding but hanging on to his pony tail and his rock star youth by wearing a jumper with 'Sex wax' written on the back. What even is sex wax? Another woman looked so much like a poodle I wished and wished and wished again that I could find out whether she owned one or not, because it would make me believe the 'dogs look like their owners' saying and never stop believing it. Before we went home, my nan gave us some liquorice sweets and made me remember I gave up eating liquorice and aniseed flavoured things for a reason: the same reason alcoholics stop drinking wine. Mmm.

 

Lucy

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