I'm Not A Pheasant Plucker...

Quote of the moment:
I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's son,
And I'm only plucking pheasants
Til the pheasant plucker comes.

I'm not the pheasant plucker
I'm the pheasant plucker's wife,
And when you're plucking pheasants
It's a pleasant phucking life!

I went into Chelmsford to visit Bell Employment today. I didn't realise until I got there that they're actually in the same building as Dace's music shop. Most people might say WTF, but I'm sure Jimmy, Will T and Kaz will be awed. Having had little luck with the previous agency, this one (which has much more physical stuff and fewer office jobs) has got me a job for Wednesday! It would have been Tuesday but for my Embassy visit, which may well take all day. Anyway, w00t! It's in the Post Office sorting depot on the outside of Chelmsford. Unfortunately it seems I'm going to have to cycle there at least once in the first week because my female relatives are skiing and my dad's going to stay with my granny.

After going to the agency I went shopping. I found Abhorsen in Waterstones. Hurrah! It was on 3-for-2, so I also got Sabriel, the first in the trilogy, to replace my battered and non-matching old edition, and a 50th anniversary edition of The Eagle of the Ninth. What a classic! I also bought a 60 CD metal case for taking the pick of my crop to university, and, because I needed to buy something to get out of Tesco's carpark, How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb:

More impressively I managed to cook supper. Go me! I did have some supervision since my mum was in the kitchen reading the paper, but I made mashed potatoes and slightly burnt potatoes with baked beans. Complicated, eh?!

My achievements, however, were dwarfed by Zulu chasing a pheasant in the wood opposite us into the wire fence and thus catching it trying to take off! Impressive...

[Edit 06:17 - I've just given up on my visa forms for this night(morning). I've just spotted that the final one requires US dates instead of the UK dates needed on all the others. Great. Anyway, I need to validate one online and it wouldn't come up with a little barcode for me, so I have to do that again anyway. I've spent all night on it already, I CBA now.

In more interesting news, I forgot to mention that I picked up my sisters and Helen Bromley from Dukes in Chelmsford around 1am, and apparently the highlight of the evening was Helen getting annoyed with Dixie over her advances towards Will R(STILL!) and pouring a bottle of Smirnoff Ice over her. Hehehe...]