Me I go from one extreme to another....

Am in a state of distress.

House ended last week, and I haven't cried like that for AGES. For those of you who watch and haven't seen it yet - DO NOT HIGHLIGHT THE BIT UNDERNEATH.

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I just realised that my web page is coloured in a colour I can't make my text. Sorry, if it spoilt the ending.
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Poor Amber, Poor House, Poor Poor Wilson. I can't cope. Si just watched it - he is catching up on all bits he missed while away.

Why do some programme affect you like that and then you can watch others, and it has no effect whatsoever. Is it particularly well made, or is it just that the subject matter affects you?

Hmm don't know. Thank you anyway Greg Lawrie for making enjoyable programe

Im wide awake and I can see the

You know that feeling you get when you have a decision to make, and you aren't sure which way to go......Or when you know something is niggling at you and you can't resolve it?

The feeling that that generates, I call the Undertoad.

I got that word from the Book, "The World According to Garp", by John Irvine.

It is perfect description of the feeling. I can say to my husband "oaft, I've got an undertoad", and he sits me down and says "what's bothering you", and we work out together why the undertoad is sitting there, and once we've worked it out, it goes away.

I love that Book, if you get the chance you should read it. Is very thought provoking. (Well for me anyways).

We called our first cat Garp, after the book. It was such a good name for her, she could even say it, "Garrrup".

Bummer, I miss Garp. .

That doesn't mean my eyes will soon be ......

There is a British pre-occupation with the weather.

I'm very distressed that everyone I meet in the office says "humph, British Summer,,,, where was it this year". Now I don't know about you, but I've not been wearing a jacket to the office since March, and I've only had frizzy hair due to misty rain twice, so that in my mind constitutes a very nice summer. My kids played outside, our holiday in a little island was idylic with heat stroke, and my garden doesn't look half bad. A wee bit of rain never killed anyone (with the exception of the biblical floods, and I'm not that sure that's true).

Today however, it is not summer, yesterday wasn't really either. Is very windy and yesterday although not freezing was definitely Autumnal. It has rained all night and my dining room patio doors have been leaking. I have a puddle.

I have just noticed a wee badge lying on the floor next to the puddle. Is a Sad Cafe Badge. Remember them? I only remember one record. Everyday hurts. I remember I bought it in Speed Records. I didn't understand the name of the shop - Speed - then? I thought it was a reflection on the turning of a turntable.... ie. 45 or 33, or 78, even the mushroom in the board above the shop didn't give me a hint. I was honestly the most innocent teenager in the world. (or stupid). Glenn worked behind the counter, and apparently he was gay. I only knew this because my worldly wise friend had an uncle who was gay and had told her gay speak so she recognised gay guys. He gave me the badge. He used to give us Promo Singles which he didn't want. We loved Glenn. I think he made us cool, because he spoke to us on friendly terms.

The records he gave us were all crap. He probably thought we were the most annoying kids in the world and hoped that if he gave us records we'd piss off out his shop!

DWNB