This is ridiculous.
Anya has yet to join me in Bournemouth despite my sending train tickets via her personal trainer @ Virgin Active so I’ve had to rebuild Gary Vine Associates completely solo.
I’ve finally reconnected my internet computer although when I tried to join my Manchester internet at first it STILL wasn’t working. As it turned out, Dad told me the name of the connection had changed or something. He gave me a new password and I was able to reconnect with the world, get back in the game and get with the program.
I am pretty relieved because £40 is a lot of money to be wasting on nothing. Plus mum and dad can apparently use the connection too and I do like to bestow a few favours on the old dears while I’m visiting. They LOVE having me here. It’s pathetic but totally understandable like when Anya used to jump up and down at the door when I got back from work drinks with the lads.
So I got back to business. Turns out I wasn’t exactly insured on the company but I’ve got a good debt consolidation plan going and I’m starting GVA anew in my parent’s conservatory for the time being. I already had my computer obviously and with the addition of a smart little netbook mum bought me, my office was looking pretty frresh.
That was until the bloody floods. What idiots buy a house at the bottom of a hill by the SEASIDE?? Bournemouth has been entirely and completely flooded by what I can only assume is some sort of freak high tide and the conservatory is swamped under at least 2cm of water. Not enough to hit my computer network but it’s RUINED the wheels on my top-end IKEA pine desk.
I don’t think I’ve ever craved an iced caramel mocha macchiato so much in my entire life.







