Today this could be, the best Day Of Our Life

Well, this weekend possibly could have been. 

I caught up with old friends.

Enjoyed a coffee at an outside cafe with the one that I love.  Browsed a new deli in town, which is EVERYTHING a new deli should be.

Had a Reiki session to blow away all Reiki Sessions.

Slept late on Sunday. Had breakfast prepared for me by my son and girlfriend.

Bimbled down to Train Station with my whole family to watch a steam train. 

Was entertained by Fat Cat pretending that she was going to chase a crow, and even more entertained by Crow pretending to be intimidated by her (not).

Then went on a treasure hunt, courtesy of Geocaching. Non entirely sure of the purpose or point, other than for fun.  We found the closest one to us. However it took a big glass of wine (see right) before I was brave enough to scramble about on the ground to the absolute horror of my kids.  (My husband doesn't mind these things, I act weird all the time, he is used to it).  I was delighted to find it, and even more delighted to find more clues around the town.  I can see I'm going to be busy.

I want to sleep with common people like you.

So, same carriage this morning. 

Pretty Blonde Pregnant lady I have seen since before she was pregnant was there.  She is very pretty like a doll.  Very white hair, and her make up always immaculate and pink.  She is like china, and getting bigger by the minute.

Sitting next to me this morning, were 2 neds.  I call them neds, because they had shell suits on and flattened down, gelled hair. 

Their conversation was astounding.  One of the lads, possibly the better looking of the two, kepts getting texts.  They were guessing who it might be, before they looked, and then laughing hysterically when they were both wrong.  When they identified the texter, they then reminisced about where and when they "pumped" her.  Both of them appear to have "pumped" the same girls quite often.  One of them even "pumped" one of the girls on a bench, in a park, whilst another friend watched, albeit from a distance while the lesser good looking of the two squealed at him, (i have to say squealed because that is how he spoke on the train), "this is how it's done mate".  He actually provided actions too. 

I didn't count their sweary words, because to be honest. The doors hadn't shut from my stop and it had already moved into double figures. 

They are both apprentice mechanics. Apparently they have also been Apprentice bricklayers, and before that, apprentice painter and decorators too. They were 17.  How is this possible?  Do they only do 6 months of each Apprenticeship?

At the third stop down the line, I froze. A young school girl got on. White socks, black shoes, uniform the lot.  I begged in my mind for her to turn the opposite direction - head for first class to the left, instead of baggage class like me.  I figured the two of them would get stuck in about slagging her the minute they clocked her.

She turned towards me. I saw the better looking ned look up, and smirk and nod to his mate.  And my heart sunk. Did this little girl deserve to hear what I had been hearing.  (Come to think of it, did I?)  She sat down beside me, and unbelievably, their conversation toned down. I actually think they were trying to impress her, with their knowledgeable chat about mechanics and working for a qualification.

I was so grateful, I said thank you to her when I got off the train.  I said "i was so worried you would sit down and they would abuse your ears, but they actually acted with a bit of respect".

Thank you !

And We're Rolling, Rolling, Rolling down the Rive.

I changed carriages today.

Mainly because I didn't want the harassment of the 8 school kids who are travelling outwith their placement zone to attend the good school where I live, and in doing so ruining it's reputation in a 7 minute journey.  I only have to tolerate them for 3 minutes, but the language and behaviour to each other, and other travellers is intolerable.  I reported them to the head teacher last week, who replied that he would "endeavour" to identify them.  It's easy. Look at the placement requests, pull out all the pupils from Nowhere Land, and rip in to them.

My new carriage was lovely.  I got a window seat - reverse to direction, but that doesn't matter to me.  Across from me empty.  Diagonally opposite, a professor I think.  He had a book of Fossils.  The fact that he had fallen asleep while reading it, suggests maybe not a professor, but a student. A mature student, influenced by Ross in Friends (poor choice), and deciding late in life to become a love-lorn paleontologists.  He disembarked at the Airport. Maybe he was going on a trip to dig up some fossils. Maybe he was going to a dig, like Sam King in Jurassic Park?

When Professor got off, a Film Director got on.  He was fascinated by make-up lady, but not distracted enough, not to pull out his copy of "A Street Car Named Desire", with all his notes attached, wave it around in the air, so that we all recognised him for the artist he was, and then put it away again.  The real star of this carriage was make up lady.

Sitting on the same side as me, a young girl, who got on bereft of make-up. I have to say she looked pretty rough. But then, to my amazement, she pulled from her massive bag, toner, and toned.  Moisturiser and Moisturised.  Then a stream of make-up, proud of any counter, and completely transformed herself.  The effort however had been put to waste, when she stood up and her skirt was stuck to the waistband of itself.

Across from me on the opposite side of the train, a lady watched me sewing.  I could see her, because she was watching my hands.  It is so lovely that doing something that occupies people with your hands, allows you to examine what is going on around you, without "intruding" as it were.

She was watching the make-up artist with fascination.   A chap who had been sitting opposite her, with his sterling silver flask, harrumphed at the make-up putting on, and stood and moved to a newly empty seat. Looked down his nose at everyone, supped some of his home made coffee, which was obviously far superior to Costa, Nero or Coffee and Co, we rarely see Starbucks down here), and then picked up a Daily Record and began to read.  You just let yourself down big time there big man.

As I got off the Train, I met Andy, who is normally on my carriage. I explained why I had moved carriage, and told him I had reported the offended youngsters to the school. I'm not sure if that made him happy or not. He has a strange way of expressing himself, but I think he likes me, and I think maybe he was happy someone had done something.

I also spotted man who I follow at fast pace, and nodded hello to him.  One morning, after being pounced on by a junkie for a "light, or lighter even", i chased down the street after a face I knew, in order to afford myself some protection.  I think the poor man thought I was chasing him. It was 2 weeks before I saw him on the train again. I like to think he was on holiday, and no avoiding me.   I have explained to him what we are doing, and now I like to think that he is proud to be my protector.

Only one of Blond and Beautiful were there this morning. Not sure, where the other one was.  Blond, is not particularly beautiful.  She is petite, yes, dressed like a shop dummy in one of the "hip" dress shops, handy with hairpieces, and constantly updating the orange effect all over her body.  She is like little Tango Lady.   Her feet are almost dried apricot with hard skin. It is difficult to look at without pulling faces.  She wears the most amazing shoes; i have no idea how she manages to balance all the way to her work.

As I excited the Station, there was Gavin.  I call him Gavin, because my Son decided on a name.  I think it suits, because he is love-struck like Gavin in the TV show.  Gavin is on my train every morning, I'm not sure where he gets on, but every day, Gavin leaves the train, goes through the barriers and waits for Nessa/Peggy.  I call her Nessa because her attitude is similar to Nessa of Gavin and Stacy.  I called her Peggy, as a nice way of saying Piggy, cause she bears a fantastic resemblance to Miss Piggy, in shape, form, and attitude. I suppose I should just call her Peggy, but I like the Gavin and Stacy connection.

Gavin was let down today. Peggy wasn't there.  You would think when the work together, she could at least text and say "don't wait I'm not on the train".  I've sat next to her a couple of times, and she has audibly groaned when she see him.  But her demeanour and attitude don't put Gav off.  He waits patiently like a wee pup for her everyday. And when she isn't there.  His tail droops.

The Friday 5

In honor of William Shakespeare’s birthday, here are this week’s questions!


In A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Lysander says,
“Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth…” How has this proven (or not proven) to be the case in your life?
 My true love, runs truer than any river.  I met him, I loved him. I still love him, I will always love him.
In Hamlet, the title character says, “Frailty, thy name is woman!” Who in your life has proven this not to be true? And if you’re willing to share, who in your life has proven this to be completely true?
I am frail. I just proved it to myself, by breaking under a bit of pressure at home and work, and had to lock myself in the loo. Pathetic.   On the other hand, sometimes, in fact, the majority of times, I amn't frail at all. I'm the strongest person I know. 
In The Merry Wives of Windsor, Pistol says,
“Why then the world’s mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.” Ignoring the possible sexual meaning here, how do you feel about oysters?
Disgusted. They are snot in a shell. 
In The Merchant of Venice, Lorenzo says,
“The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.” Do you agree, and have you known anyone who seemed to be completely unmoved by any kind of music?
No one. Everyone, even my husband who insist he is tone deaf, and sings flat, enjoys a bit of music, and has been know to be heard to sing. 
Is Shakespeare overrated, or is he truly the western world’s greatest writer?
No he isn't over rated, but if he had written in modern English, more people would have appriecated him. 

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing: The Meme Time Meme

01. Real First Name:  Helen

02. Birthday:  30th April 1964

03. Where do you live: Troon, Ayrshire

04: What are you studying/What are you working as: Business Administrator

05. What makes you happy:  Life

06. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:  Meatloaf, strangely

07. What is particularly good/bad about your blog:  I don't update regularly, or be interesting enough.

08. An interesting fact about you:  I don't have a womb.

09. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment:  Yes Indeedy

10. Favorite place to be:  By the Water

11. Favorite lyric:   You to Me are Everything....

12. Best time of the year:  October

13. Weirdest food you like:  I don't really do weird.

RECOMMEND

01. A film:    Hearts and Souls. (If you love Robert Downey, and Want to cry happy)

02. A book:  The World According to Garp, By John Irving

03. A song:  How Men Are, Aztec Camera.

04: A band:  Biffy Clyro

PLUS

01. One thing you like about a blogger that you have not met:  Elle Dubya - Her Faith is Astounding

02. Two things you like about yourself:  My Love of Life, and my hair

03. Name three things that you need in a lover:  Warmth, Laughter, and Hugs

I'm staying out for the summer

Okay - Amazingly, yesterday. APRIL 10th. We had first BBQ. 


Amazing.  Steak, Sausage, Salad, Coleslaw, Potato Salad, Yummer.


The sky is blue, and it is hard to believe that 5 weeks ago it was snowing. Infact I think it was snowing closer than that. 


Life goes on huh!  I'm a bit sad that we didn't get Nunk home, cause I could have lost a fair bit of weight shoving him up and down the beach road in a chair! ;-)

So polite, you're busy still saying please

So, Sunday.  

Two weeks now since events kicked in motion probably the most emotionally exhausting week of my life.   Two weeks, which feel like a life time, but at the same time, strangely feel like the shortest time that has had the most happen in it. 

I'm wondering, now if, as my Cous Linda said, maybe my keeling over on Thursday was actually down to the emotion of it all.  I was rubbish.  from 9.30 pm on Wednesday night. My throat started hurting. Two cups of hot water with honey.  No joy.  Thursday woke up - Aching all over, throat like broken glass.  Couldn't swallow.   How many Beechams Flu Capsules can you take in one day?  Many many many, added to that, Coproxamol and Night Nurse.  Oh yes. I was well doped up. 

The Cremation was as nice as a cremation can be.  A coming together of family who should really come together more often, but as days are now, and lives are - we are all too far apart and too busy.  The minister was lovely and had written a lovely piece, and even managed to make me smile.  

South Beach Hotel laid on a lovely high tea. Sandwiches, Scones, Cake and Sausage Rolls.  We had time to catch up with family and old friends, and raise a cup to the Nunk. 

Today the sun is shining and life moves on.  It's harsh, but it's real.  I just did a search with the shiney new Windows 7, on Nunk, and was confronted with a whole lot of images I had forgotten I had.  So, maybe physically he is gone, but in our hearts, and in the bloody computer... he lives forever.

An Easy Opt out

I've had a rough week, I' can't think too much, or too hard. 

Open up your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc.)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question below type the song that’s playing. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. No repeat artists…stuff happens (randomly!!)
7. No cheating or doctoring your list to make yourself look cooler than the person you took this from.

Opening Credits:  I Can Dream About You, Dan Hartmann

Song for a Winter’s Night: Welcome to the 60's John Travolta, Nicki Blonski

First Day of School: Let Forever Be, The Chemical Brothers
Falling in Love:  In a Big County, Big Country

Breaking up: One too Many Mornings, The Chemical Brothers
Prom:  The Mountains of Navaho, Scouting for Girls
Life’s OK:  Beyond the Sea, Bobby Darrin
Mental Breakdown:   Angels, Robbie Williams

Driving:   I feel for you... Chaka Khan

Flashback:   Black Eyed Boy, Texas
Getting Back Together:   Coming Up Easy, Paolo Nutini
Wedding Scene:  Do that to me one more time, Captain and Tenile

Sex Scene:   Bright Idea, Orson  (ha ha ha)

Shelter:  Oh What a Night, Four Seasons
Birth of Child:  Grow old with you, Adam Sandler (that nearly made me cry)
Final Battle:  Adult Education, Hall and Oates
Death Scene: Clothes Off, Gym Class Heros, Ft Patrick Stump
Funeral Scene: Back to Hell, Alkaline Trio

End Credits: I Will Follow, U2

Baby, Baby. Where did Our Love Go?

A week ago today, we were all sat laughing and giggling over tea, and playing at home with organs!

In the hours that came, just after a lovely evening meal, events unfolded that changed lives and stopped one heart beating for ever.  Nant hadn't been happy with Nunk in the afternoon, and when she left, promised to phone and let me know what the hospital said.  Sadly the hospital had already phoned when she got in.  They wanted her at the hospital and they wanted her quickly. 

We dropped everything and ran, well drove.  We left Sarah (sorry Sarah) in Prestwick as we drove on down to the Hospital at the far side of Ayr.  I thought we were never going to get there.  Nant and I ran in, praying we were in time.   Both of us had a little wobble in the lift, and then again when the auxilliary stopped us in the corridor.  Thankfully he was still with us, and better than that, he was sitting up in bed, giving cheek to the nurse who was sitting with him.   Nant gave him a big cuddle and then left to speak with the nurse, I sat with him, holding his hand, tears streaming down my face. "oh Nunk, what are you doing to us".  He just shook his head and told me that it was time.  That the infection in his foot was spreading and he just didn't want to fight any more.  Si and Steven arrived from the car park, and we all sat with him, as he continually fought with the nurses wanting to have his feet out the bed!

Eventually he settled, and Si and Steven left for the night. Nant and I settled down to a night by his bed.   In the morning we realised that we had to make calls.  We had to tell the rest of the family, but in doing so we knew we were acknowledging the inevitable. 

He didn't really speak again until my cousin arrived from the Isle of Man - only 5 hours after we phoned her.  He woke, and said "hello darling"

But still I be myself, I don't want-a to change a t'ing, Shutupadaface!

Difficult week, but a fulfiling one. 

I spent time with people I love and loved. 

Didn't sleep a whole lot, and said goodbye to a very speical person.

I didn't realise that death wasn't always something to be feared. 

It can be a celebration of life.

And this death was. 

Night Night Nunk. 

The Friday 5

Hello, and welcome to this week’s Friday 5! Please copy these questions to your webspace. Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below so we’ll all know where to check out your responses. Please don’t forget to link us from your website!
This week’s questions are in honor of big goings-on in the United States this weekend (not only Easter, but the NCAA basketball tournaments too).


What is your laundry basket like?
Full to overflowing.  Like my life. 

What in your life is threatening to go to hell in a handbasket?
Nothing. Is only life, why let things get to you in that way?

What was the occasion for your receiving your last gift basket, and what was in it?
I got a "basket" of flowers.  To cheer me after a death.  I passed one on to cheer someone else, and kept the other.

When could you last have been described as a basket case?
Today, yesterday and tomorrow

How’s your bread basket?
Kind of Floppy, well used, and has baked two buns.

Something in the way she mooooooos

Yes, Moo's.

I think that is a far more profound lyric, than moves...

I am a bit at tens and sevens.  I am going out today, on my own, to meet with people I have spoken with only on the interweb .  My daughter is concerned that I haven't researched them properly and  that I may be going out to meet with a sixty year old paedophile.   If that is the case, he is going to be sorely disappointed.

I know that they are all lovely people, I have seen photos from previous meets they have had. I always say I will go, and then find something else to distract me at the last moment.  I have a fear of people and open spaces.  

I am my own worst enemy and the interweb, is my greatest friend.  It allows me to be open, frank and friendly with total strangers and completely remove myself from personal interaction.   I have always been like this, and people who do meet me, think I am outgoing and the life and soul of the party, but it kills me. It seriously kills me.  

Once a person, told a rare friend that she thought I avoided work nights out because I was scared I would get paralytic drunk and embarass myself.  Maybe it was true, but it is not something I have done frequently, and certainly not with her.   it was only because I seen her doing the same thing repeatedly at nights out, and I often wondered to myself if perhaps everyone felt the same way about mixing in public, and her display of indecency was her way of dealing with it. 

Suffice to say, I am taking the plunge today.  These are good people who are gathering altogether to say hello.  I'm sure it matters not a jot to them whether I turn up or not, but I want to.  I want to be able to do this, go in and say hello and enjoy myself.

I shall report back later.

I dream to sleep, I sleep to dream

Hello, and welcome to this week’s Friday 5! Please copy these questions to your webspace. Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below so we’ll all know where to check out your responses. Please don’t forget to link us from your website!

How many hours’ sleep do you need in order to be at your best, and what’s the minimum you can get on a regular basis and still be functional?
12?  I love sleep, I can't get enough. If I could get away with going to bed at 8.30 and getting up at 8.30 I would be happy. As it is, 10,30 is about the earliest, on a busy day, and 7 is when we HAVE to get up. 

What’s your favorite sleeping position?
Curled foetally into the back of my husband, dribbling down his back!


What was the cause of your most recent difficulty sleeping?
A Very sore back. I slipped a disc, and for 2 weeks I pretended I hadn't. I didn't want to go to doctors because i thought it was something VERY, very serious.  Thankfully when I did eventually go, I was so relieved that it was only this, and found that the drugs do work!


When you can’t seem to drift off to sleep right away, what are some things you do to bring about sleep?
  Meditate.  I practise Reiki and I have found that a simple meditation will send me off to sleep without a problem.


When did you last doze off at an inappropriate time or in an inappropriate place?
When I worked in Glasgow and had my own office. I have the most amazing ability to fall asleep anywhere, and I really really did need a nap. I just propped my Chin on my elbows and fell into a deep sleep.  Someone opening the door 45 minutes later woke me up, and they were very apologetic because they thought they had disturbed me "working hard" ha ha ha ha.

Where did I go wrong, I lost a Sock

http://socksforhappypeople.com/ 

Launch today! 

They have been keeping me entertained all week with their amusing Tweets and Blogs!   Also, environmentally and economically aware.  Lovely, Lovely idea of "Buy One Give One Free". -Camel socks to children in mongolia who live on the streets and are prone to frost bite.

Check in and have a wee look.

Two Chappies with lovely hearts!

We Can leave Your Friends Behind....

We were left behind.  The boys all went to Las Vegas, purportedly to "conference", me thinks casinos, restaurants and fun is more on the cards.

I have tried to remained focussed, but am not.  Have piddled around.  So today I have to knuckle down and work really hard. 

Boy went out for a night out in Glasgow I lay away a long time wondering if I would get the "can you bail me out " phone call.  As it turns out they never left the flat..... they didn't leave their friends behind.

Jeez. I don't know about working. I could do with sleeping.

Is still raining.  I thought it was suppose to brighten up today.... humph.  Wet Washing Abounds.

When You Read you begin with Doh, Ray, Me

I just found the most fantastic Blogger....http://crochet-mania.blogspot.com/    OMG. I so wish that I had thought about actually looking for a sensible human being before who could show me how to crochet beautiful thing!

My Crochet pants, which, although beautiful are now a thing of the past, unless of course I crochet pants with flowers on them.

Am off now to pratise crochet flower! AM SOOOOO EXCITED. Thank you CrochetMania!

Friday 5 Lovely Jubly

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Answers Coming Soon!

I don’t know about you, but I just hate smalltalk, and I’m no good at it. I actually had to teach myself, when I was in college, how to respond properly to such pleasantries as, “It’s nice to meet you” and “I’ve heard a lot about you.” For this week’s questions, how about giving a thoughtful (or sarcastic, or whatever) answer to these too-oft-asked chit-chat questions?

“Come here often?”
I come here, (being my work desk) 5 days per week.  This is actually quite reasonable all things considered.  That works out at 2 days holiday per week, which I like a lot. I fully appreciate that a lot of people work shifts and / or 6 day weeks, so I am totally fortunate that I have a job which is 8 hours a day, monday to friday, and my coming in and leaving varies daily.  I also have 9 bank holidays and 25 days holidays to day! Jees That is just amazing.  I used to work somewhere which had 20 days holidays.... Full stop.  I managed to talk them into upping us to 28 days, by the time I left, but that was kept rather quiet, so I tended to be the only person to make use of all the days available! tee hee.

“What’s new?”
Am looking round my desk, and thinking newest thing is probably my Ipod. And that is a year old. Am very pleased with my new found scrimping and savingness. I am trying to make as much money as possible to give me kids the best they can possibly have.  No 1 Child to USA and No 2 Child to Oxford. So for a while.... there will be nothing new for me.

“Wet / Windy / Cold / Hot enough for ya?”
I love the weather. Today it is mostly sunny / windy / cold.  Ayrshire is like that. We have all four seasons in one day and I love it.  I don't like getting wet, mainly because my hair is of that mad Scottish Type where it just frizzes up and looks awful. However, since I left the house this morning without even looking in a mirror, I believe I could get wet today and possibly look better!

“How’s it hangin?”
Mostly to the left. Is what people say to me.  With me, everything is kinda hanging low.  Boobs are drooping, belly is drooping, butt probably is too, but since I have a sore back, I can't get my head into a position to check it. However, having written that down in all honestly I will conscienciously work towards improving the situation and finding a brazier which holds me up, and a pair of tight fitting pants which hold me in.  No seriously. I will stop eating and walk more.

“How ’bout them  - Or the Scottish Version, "Which foot do you kick with"?”  
This is an element of Scotland I hate.  You are either Green or Blue, or Left or Right.   They have no football team for Jedi unless you count Partick Thistle, because they also are of another world.   Sport in Scotland, no I will re-phrase that. Football in Scotland is actually about religion. Despite what everyone says, your football team shows your "allegiance" to a Religion which is grounds for you to kick hell out of anyone who doesn't "kick with the same foot".   I refuse to have any interest in any of it - the odd occassion I have glanced in the direction of league football in Scotland I am horrified by the general lack of skill, and the communication skills of the players.   Mr Beckham may squeak, but at least I understand what he is saying.

 

Thanks for participating, and have a pleasant weekend!

Get my kids up make breakfast 1 egg 2 toast 3 weetabix

Trying to think what to have for lunch is a trauma. 

Yesterday I had a bag of Kettle crisps, but I think that was a result of the migraine which left me needing salt, salt and more salt.  That wasn't good.

Today, I have had Cous Cous. Moroccan Style. I think I have ate too much.

Sandwiches give me a sore back. (Bread related)

Wraps go soggy Quick.

Link Sausage Sarnies are GORGEOUS but essentially fat machines.

chocolate would be a good option, but not healthy.

Hmmm.

Oh My God I Can't believe it

I woke with a migraine this morning. I took a pill at 6 am. and contemplated how long it would take for pill to kick in and let me get up and get back about life.

I got out of bed at 9.30 imagining that 1010 train was feasible.  I don't know why but when I have a migraine, all rational thought goes out the window.  So I go downstair, and have a bacon buttie. And a cup of tea. Then I have a shower, by which time it is 10 and I have as much hope of getting that 1010 train as a cold shower in hell.

I phone mum.  She was going out!  I dry hair and phone Nant, and I say, can you run me to station in Troon. She says yes.  I run out of door. Hair half dried, and half straightened. I'm looking good. My trousers. (Which I couldn't get into 2 months ago) are on, but slightly cutting my butt in half. Thank fully I have loose and long top on.  I run the half mile to Aunt's house - down the road, up to the station, up and over the bridge. Through the tunnel, wondering why on earth people have had a bonfire in the inside of the tunnel?? Reach Nants, and realise, she has left her house and driven round to get me. 

What to do?  I was too confused  - I stood at end of street, and thought?  Mmmm Wish I had bought Nant a mobile last week when I was looking at them. Damn and Blast.

Eventually she found me! She had been at the house and the Station twice.... She was shouting at me telling me that she would run me to Ayr cause she made me miss the train, but I insisted train was good and time was not important.   She is such a sweetheart, I felt bad for upsetting her, but my head just can't get organised of a migraine day.

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When was the last time you had a serious deadline to make, and did you make it?
Last Friday when I was supposed to answer these questions, and no I didn't make it.  My week had been frantic.  And my personal time was of a premium. Laying comatose on couch was preferable. 


Do you generally plan for deadlines, or are they more likely to sneak up on you until you’re frantic?  
I have so many things to do, and other people to consider their deadlines are more important than mine. I fit my time in around theirs.Is all good. Is my reason for being.


When did you last set a deadline for someone else, and did that person make it?

I asked my husband to move the dead mouse from the back door before I barfed. No he didn't.  The cat went back and finished it off.

How flexible and understanding are you when it comes to other people meeting your deadlines?
Am very flexible and understanding because I am so rubbish.  Little things in life aren't that important. being there for the people around you is most important. If you manage that, everything else will fall into place. 


What were the circumstances the last time you hung up on someone in the middle of a phone call, or the last time someone hung up on you in the middle of a phone call?
I hung up on my mum, not on purpose, but because the stupid phone wasn't working properly.  I typically stick the phone under my chin, and then move my head which either hangs the phone up, or switches me to mute, and then everyone thinks I've hung up.  I'm pretty rubbish on the phone too. 

It's a bad, bad situation,

I've tried.  I've apologised.  I've sent many many emails.  I've tweeted.  I've blogged.

Nothing is working.

I didn't really do anything wrong, and I still apologised.

I thought it was important to acknowledge your mistakes, and I did, but that doesn't seem to matter.   You need friends in life, but it seems some people need other things more.

I'm gone now.  And won't bother you again.

Enjoy your life.

Doing anything just to get you off of my mind

Okay.

So you have a fight. But it wasn't so much of a fight.  It was one person completely going over the top and over reacting to a piddly little thing, not for the first time.  The first couple of times I let it go, being as they were, a tad mentalist anyway, you are prepared to let it go.  However, when this person is supposed to be your friend, and continues to overreact to the smallest of minor felony there comes a point where you react back.

I reacted once- to this treatment.  And I have been ignored now for over 2 months.   ONCE i did it - and I've never every complained the times its been done to me.

Friday 5. Link in and Join the Fun

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Of all the hundreds of sizes and shapes bread seems to come in, what is your favorite?
Ooooh. Almond Croissant, but it has to be warm, and soft and all gooey inside.
 
What’s your favorite thing to eat with rice?
Just Rice, as pudding, with condensed milk and cream in it and a little sprinkle of cinamin. 


What are your feelings about milk?

A pint of milk a day, keeps, almost everything at bay. 

What was wrapped in the tortilla you most recently ate?
Fajita... although I was dreaming about cream cheese, grapes, and corriander in a wrap the other night.  I think I will do that on Saturday. 

How many staplers are there in your house and where are they?
Staplers?? Where did that question come from?  I think there are probably 3. One on the book shelf, and two in Toolibelle's room. She is stationery hoarder. 

And try to belive it ,Take me one step at a time

Okay, so last night I started transcripts again, and sadly realised that my back hasn't recovered as well as I thought it had. Half an hour into typing, it started to ache, by an hour I was almost crying, but I had to finish it. awful thing was that I had accepted two pieces, and I had to email them and tell them I couldn't do the second piece.   But no one came back and acknowledged me.

I emailed this morning and told them again how sorry I was that I was unable to fulfil, and still no one has replied.  There really was nothing I could do, I couldn't sit at the computer any longer the pain was cutting me in half. I feel very sad.  That was a nice wee job.

I'll follow your bus downtown

Stalking has never been a forte of mine.

When we were younger, my mate and I used to walk behind folk in the town, impersonating the actions and the motions for as long as we could before we were noticed, but that isn't stalking. That's child's play.

With the internet today, it's very easy to keep tabs on folk. There are so many social networking sites, and so many ways of accessing what everyone is doing and saying. You don't actually have to be in touch with someone to know what is going on.

A Bit Devilishly Scary isn't it?   Think on.

Friday 5 Org

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What’s something you do more quickly than most people?

Typing.  I have a very fast typing speed, not as fast as speed typists but in the region of 75 wpm

What’s something you do more carelessly than most people? Live.  I live carelessly. I should take more care.

What’s something you do more slowly than most people? Walk.  I have to jog to keep up with my husband. He walks with a big long stide, so maybe I don't walk slow, maybe I just walk with littler steps. 

What’s something you do more carefully than most people?  Sleep. I'm very careful about sleep. I like sleeping. I like to make sure I get enough sleep.

In what contexts are you more patient than most people?  Is anyone patient? 

The Baddest bad, in the Whole Darn Town.

Boy Am I ever tired. 

I worked really really hard today. I don't want you to think that I don't work hard ALL the time, but today I never lifted my head, and I lifted some boxes too which was difficult, given that the back went out again at the weekend.  But I took it easy and just shifted wee bits at a time.

I got the train home - the later one, which meant that I got off 2 miles from home. Then I walked home. I refused all offers of lifts, and walked. about 1.5 miles there I needed a pee, so I popped into the Nant and Nunks and used their facilities, and chatted to the Nunk for a bit.   I do love them to bits, and I'm always happier for popping into see them.

The walk along the beach tonight was amazing. The sun was setting, and although it was cold it was worth it to watch the sun setting against the beach and the water settling still.  Heaven. It really was.

I'll give you more than I get........

Is Sunday.  I had a night out last night, with the family.  Tooli, Boy, Gran and Si! Nice! 

School ceilidh in aid of the Volleyball trip to Belgium.  Was quite a nice night out.  Take your own booze and food, which was very acceptable. No paying out for bottles and bottles or spirits! You could drink what you wanted and eat what you wanted.  Si was very entertained watching the dancing - he had absolutely no idea what was going on.

I managed to entice my son up for a dance and he danced the Gay Gordon's with me.  It was lovely, except I was exceptionally dizzy, he said I was twirling the wrong way, and My back went out again! That will teach me!

I had a good week for winning prizes!

I received my Valentine Nice Bag on Tuesday  - beer (which I drunk last night, and felt very ill with this morning), a corsette, eyelashes, lipstick, chocolates and a necklace. Very Very Nice.  Then I won a Travel Kit, from Nomad.  I'm looking forward to that, I think Si will want it!  Then I won 6 tickets for the Comedy Club on Friday night, then I won a personalised A4 notepad....  On a run! lovely Jubly. 

Enter Enter Enter. That's what I gotta keep doing!

Friday 5

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Be honest: what are some rules you have for yourself that don’t really make much sense?
 Be Nice to at Least 3 people every day.  However I have just broken my own rule, because I wasn't nice to the once person who needs it.  The Crabby Postman.  He grunts every time he comes to the door and actually kicks the door open.  I usually open the door with a smile and a hello,and a "lovely day", but after six months of grunted reply, I don't see why he should be blessed with my loveliness.
What rules of questionable sense did your parents have for you when you were young?

I don't actually think my parents had rules for me when I was young. I pretty much had an idylic childhood. Parents who loved me, and sister who alternately loved and hated me. Friends.  We came and went as we pleased. I had no boyfriends, I was interested in playing and enjoying life.  I could go out in the morning and as long as I came in for tea time, (dinner time), I was good to go! 

What’s a rule most people (if not all people) seem never to obey?

Be nice to other people.

There are no rules governing the giving and receiving of Valentine’s Day gifts, but what rules should there be?

 Sentimental value only, no monetary value. A kiss, a cuddle, a smile, a wave. A hand made card. A Note, a Smile. No money should exchange hands in the name of love.

If the Golden Rule says you should do unto others as you’d have others do unto you, what would the Silver and Bronze rules say?   
Smile at everyone you pass.   Live each day like it was your last.

Why oh Why oh Why Oh Why would I wanna be anywhere else?

Money makes the world go round and also has the ability to make your heart stop.

In reality, is only money.  You spend too much, you gotta pull back.  I'm at the pulling back stage right now.   Boy is aiming for USA in August, and I am going to have a back up of dosh to support him so this is where it start.

Have to start thinking about the Tooli and University. Wherever she goes it's gonna be medicine or sciences, which means books, tools and equipment.  Wow!   Why is it never people like us who win the lottery?

Why Oh Why Would I want to Be Anywhere Else

Initally I loved my blog, and then i hated it. 


My idea of my blog was to write things down that were bubbling around in my head - at the time I needed it most, the thing that I wanted to write about most, was reading my blog and I could not say anything. 


Now however, the thing is out of my life, and given it's short term memory retention I doubt that it would even remember the name of the blog so I would be free to expound on the horrors that were my working hours.   But Now I don't need to release my frustrations. 


It is horrible how one thing can fixate us so badly it affects the rest of our lives. It's not nice when your weekend is punctuated by the thought, "oh my god I have to face that again".   I cannot believe how free my life is now.  Okay - I still have family concerns (where are the kids, what are they doing, where will they end up, are they good), and money concerns (how can we spend so much money week in week out?), but work is settled, my love life is great.  How can one person love another for so long, and be at their best when they are with them? 


I truely found my soul mate with Si. I'm only a part when I'm without him. I'm a whole when we are together.   One of the problems with my old situation was that my togetherness was a problem. My happy family situation was a problem. Everything that I had, was a problem for them. In the end, I had to withdraw into myself and shut myself off from the misery that sat opposite me.   I could not share the enjoyment of my families success and acheivements. I could not share the sheer pleasure of a day spent with love ones.  I couldn't be myself, and help out, and smile and giggle, because all of that was a problem. 


Now I realise that the problem wasn't mine. It was theirs, and maybe I should have tried harder to make them see that life wasn't all bitterness and wanting. Maybe I could have demonstrated that life is enjoyment waiting to be grasped with both hands.  

But you know what, I believe I did try to do that and the negativity was too great to overcome.

Hey, You, I wanna Be Your Girlfriend

So, Back at work and every so little hazy.  

The sun is shining which is nice, and I have my rail card, in which I am really smiley, so that is also nice.

I forgot my phone which isn't so good, but hey. I'm not that important, no one REALLY needs to get a hold of me.

Ha. Spoke to Soon. Tooli just phoned me. Thought I had stolen her bank card, but in actual fact I had just dumped it at the front door when I came in. Obviously NOT quite as hazy as I thought. I still have recollection.  

Need to get up and move around a bit. Am actually quite scared, having not moved for an hour, worried that my back will be excruiciating.

When She Smiles uP Soft and Gentle

Ok, so I had a friend. 

Who liked to live in a veil of secrecy.   

Once she opened up and told me of a secret she had been keeping for 4 years, and I could not believe it.   How can you live in secret for 4 years.    I had hoped when she told me this secret that it would be the start of a more open and frank friendship. 

It wasn't to be. 

Another secret started and ran for 5 months before I became aware of it, and I only became included, because I was necessary to prolong the secret. 

The secret was quite open with me, and we communicated once or twice.  I reached out in friendship and was told in no uncertain terms not to do that.  Anonymity was required to sustain the relationship and previous knowledge would spoil what had been established. 

Obviously I am not the only person having secrets kept from.

I can't help believing....

Day 4 of the mega pills and pain free when I'm taking them. I lovely.  

Had a not good start to the day tho - Boy called at 9 to say "Since when did the bloody trains start at 9.45!!!"  As he was playing Volleyball at 10 in Troon it was necessary that I dragged myself out of my pit and headed to Ayr to get him, bring him home, get him fed and changed, and assess the hangover and take him back.

I went back to bed, and was awoken by him again arriving home with a mate for a shower and a quick change and then out again. I don't think i'll see him now til late.  Is his girlfriend's brothers birthday and he appears to be part of their family celebrations now... strangely. 

Weirdly. I am sitting upstairs with colour on my hair whilst Tooli stands down stairs and talks to Boy's mate.  I don't know how long this conversation is going to go on, but as they are standing at bottom of stairs, I am kind of stuck in bedroom as I only have towel wrapped round me! I think I am going to have to dash, because I have had colour on my hair for 20 minutes now... I'm going to be scarlet!! ARGH NO!

I can't help what I feel inside.

So, two weeks ago on Saturday, I bent down over the electric meter in the hall cupboard, and.... sneezed.

I felt the rip in my back, and thought, bloody hell I've just ripped my intestines in half.  I straightened up and yowled. I turned I yowled. I sat down I yowled.

So, now, 12 days later, I gave in and went to the doctors.  My husband was getting increasingly concerned at my staggering up and down the stairs, yowping each time I stood up, yowping each time I lay down, generally yowping. All over the place.

I have a slipped disc.  Thank god.  I honestly thought I had ripped my intestines.  I mean nothing was falling out of my body, but I was expecting it to.  But now I know that with a bit of pain relief and relaxation, it should pop back into place.   Plus the added benefit of rather attractive painkillers and diazepam.

Why Don't You Come out of the Closet My Friend

I love it when my boy has his mate round and they are singing. 

There is nothing quite as warming as hearing your kid laugh so much he is nearly crying. Sadly though, the cause of the hilarity will have to remain inside our house - unless the two of them want to be taken up for liable.

I may post one of their songs, but I think I will have to edit the words, and maybe change some of the lyrics! They actually sound really great, and the laughing that goes along with it is infectious and leaves  you happy for a good nights sleep.

Made with Love..... For Valentines day!

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Follow this link to find a lovely competition, to win something made with love!

I'm all soppy.  And I want to share this with you!

An' nothin's going to stop me but Divine Intervention

Okay, Lets talk about Mindfulness.   The basics of mindfulness are that you live in the moment.

You don't worry about what has gone past, because it's happened and you can't change in.

You don't worry about the future, because whatever you are thinking about might or might not happen. 

You live for the instant you are in, and unless you inflicting pain on yourself, right in this moment, there is nothing to worry about.  

Therefore, you should be constantly calm and content. 

However, it doesn't tell me what to do when I am REALLY tired.

True and Do we care?

These are apparently All TRUE: 

1. Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.. 

•  Bollocks! Have you seen how much energy it takes to move your mouth! I think not! That would just exhaust me more.  Perhaps I am supposed to kick husband out of bed and get him to cut it all up for me. 

2. Alfred Hitchcock did not have a belly button... 

 That would be because he was a balloon man.   He had a stopper.

 

3. A pack-a-day smoker will lose approximately 2 teeth every 10 years.. 

•  That's not all they will loose. Their looks, their friends; their clothes (and everyone else in their house) will all be smelly. They get deeper and faster wrinkles all round their face, and besides which it just makes them look MINGING. There is nothing remotely attractiver about smoking at all. 

 

4. People do not get sick from cold weather; it's from being indoors a lot more. 

• Yes, with other sick people, and obviously, if they have been sitting on stone steps they will get Piles, and if they stand in puddles, they will get cycstitus.  Yes, these are gems of my mother.
  

5. When you sneeze, all bodily functions stop, even your heart! 

• No. My bladder works when I sneeze. It forces EVERYTHING downwards.
  

6. Only 7% of the population are lefties

• And we care because? 

 

7. 40-people are sent to the hospital for dog bites every minute. 

• Anyone think maybe these are the people who shouldn't keep dogs?

 

8. Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until they are 2-6 years old. 

• Actually, it is there, it's just soft, and hardens over the period between 2 - 6 years. 

 

9. The average person over 50 will have spent 5 years waiting in lines. 

• Not if your me. I don't do queues. I'd rather walk somewhere else, and do something else than queue. 

 

10. The toothbrush was invented in 1498. 

• Some people haven't realised that.
  

11. The average housefly lives for one month. 

• Not in my house they dont.

12. 40,000 Americans are injured by toilets each year. 

• I could say, "why does that not surprise me", but I have to ask first, Ella - Have you been injured by your toilet, or anyone elses? 

13. A coat hanger is 44 inches long when straightened. 

• I tried this with a wooden one, and strangely it wasn't.  It was just loads of little splinters.
  

14.. The average computer user blinks 7 times a minute.

• You wonder how I get to see anything, cause I blink about 52 times a minute.  In the words of another Helen, "I like blinking"

 

15. Your feet are bigger in the afternoon than any other time of day. 

• What about when you are coming home from a night out, and you are wearing Size 5 shoes, and your feet are wedged in them, looking approximately a Size 8. I think 100,000 females will testify to them being bigger then.
  

16. Most of us have eaten a spider in our sleep.

• Well if it is just one, I can rest assured because I ate a ladybird once knowingly, and therefore the spider will have company.
  

17. The REAL reason ostriches stick their head in the sand is to search for water. 

• Obviously then, the ostriches are stupid, because they can't exactly dig with that mental bendy neck then can they?
  

18. The only two animals that can see behind themselves without turning their heads are the rabbit and the parrot. 

• Yes, but if you throw a towel over a rabbit from a distance while having someone else dance around about them, you can still catch em.
  

19. John Travolta turned down the starring roles in 'An Officer and a Gentleman' and 'Tootsie.' 

• How relieved is the worlds population about that!
  

20. Michael Jackson owns the rights to the South Carolina State Anthem. 

• Not a lot of good to him now eh?
  

21. In most television commercials advertising milk, a mixture of white paint and a little thinner is used in place of the milk. 

• Why?
  

22. Prince Charles and Prince William NEVER travel on the same airplane, just in case there is a crash.

• Maybe not now, but they did when he was about 18months old. Oh Wow. What a hoo haa Princess Di kicked up with that one! her first attempt at wiping out the Royal Family in one swoop.
  

23. The first Harley Davidson motorcycle built in 1903 used a tomato can for a carburetor.

• I don't know, nor care what a carburetor is. 

24. Most hospitals make money by selling the umbilical cords cut from women who give birth. They are used in vein transplant surgery. 

• That is something I didn't really want to know.   I seen one once, and to think that came out of my Bottom is not a PLEASANT thought I want to remember.
  

25. Humphrey Bogart was related to Princess Diana. They were 7th cousins. 

• As was Michael Jackson.
  

26. If coloring weren't added to Coca-Cola, it would be green....

•  And it still wouldn't be better than Pepsi. 

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LOVELY COSY TOAST WARM UGGS!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NUNK!

LOOKING GOOD ! BABY!

Sunday Stealing on a Monday

Sunday Stealing: The Can't Sleep Meme

Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Not At All, was the love of my life.

When is it hard to kiss someone?

When you don't like them.... You wonder what you are doing with them, you wonder .....

You're trapped in a room with your most recent ex for three days, what do you do?

Ignore them for as long as possible, and then slate them for every bad thing they ever did. 
 

Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes?
Absolutely.  I wouldn't have them as a significant other if they did. DISGUSTING HABIT
 

Have you ever regretted letting someone go?
If you love someone let them go, if they don't come back they weren't yours to hold.   No I haven't regretting letting anyone go, but I reckon there are some out there, who regret letting me go, cause I am WONDERFUL.
 

Where would you go if you were butt naked and locked out of your house?
The SHED. ha ha ha OMG the very thought of it!
 

Do you want to please everyone?
I do!
 

Have you ever been called heartless?
Yes, I have. When I left my last work, I was called Heartless and Selfish everyday from handing my notice in until I left. It broke my heart, because the least selfish thing would have been to stay and keep the easy life. I took the last selfish step by opting for the harder choice which would give my children a greater chance.  But in being name called each day, it made me happier to go.
 

Someone calls you at 3:00 AM, who do you expect it to be?

My mother probably. with some unresolveable question.

 

Does it matter if your significant other drinks?
Within reason, I don't mind, because I do too, but just not that much.
 

Could you go the rest of your life without doing drugs?
I don't think so. My curiousity has reached incredible dimensions and I am desperate to bake fairy cakes with hash..... I just can't find any.
 

Which is better, amazing eyes or an amazing smile?
Amazing eyes!
 

Do you want to get married and have children one day?
Done and dusted.
 

Are you easy to get along with?
Very.
 

Do you ever want to go to sleep and not wake up?
No - I love waking up. What is the day going to throw at me next?
 

Are you shorter than your Mom?
Nope - She is shrinking.
 

Describe your life currently in one word:
Chaotic
 

Are you on medication for anything?
Asthma, HRT
 

Who would you allow to read your thoughts for one day?
My husband
 

Are there things in your life that you will never be able to get over?

My Dad dying.  I hate that he missed so much. He never met my husband, knew my kids, seen what I have achieved.
 

If you woke up naked next to the last person you kissed, what would your reaction be?

I did! and I kissed him again.

I'm In the Middle of A Chain Reaction....

Do you think that life is hard work just to keep us going? 

We all have to push and make that extra effort just to achieve... but for what?

You either believe that there is something better at the end of the day, or just trying to make thing better for your children, and your children's children.  I like to think a bit of both.  There are stranger things on earth, than the though that something fantastic is going to come together at the end of all your efforts.  

I'd like to think the Mother Ship will be there, and I'll get beamed back up... and we can all laugh at the effort we put in! 

From Misery to Happiness Uhuh

Ha ha - I really enjoyed that last meme.

Is funny how questions spark memories, and yes, the instructions were right, the urge to answer the questions was amazing.

I would like to clarify something, the arrest, did not lead to a conviction, and was more of a police intervening before i got into big trouble with toooo much alcohol.  I got sent home, with orders to get on the train back to my edinburgh. My drinking associate at the time, was not so fortunate, she was locked up in a cell over night.  I suppose tho she maybe shouldn't have been so vicious to the police concern.

Everything else is good and well.  Life is Good, and is a big book waiting to be written!

Yes No, No maybe

The Rules:

1. You can ONLY answer ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. 2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone comments you and asks—and, believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming. Nothing is exactly as it seems.

The questions:


Kissed any one of your blogger friends?  nope

Been arrested?  yes

Kissed someone you didn’t like?  yes

Slept in until 5 PM?  yes!

Fallen asleep at work/school?  yes

Held a snake? yes

Ran a red light? yes

Been suspended from school? nope

Experienced love at first sight? yes

Totaled your car in an accident? yes

Been fired from a job?  yes

Fired somebody? yes

Sung karaoke? yes

Pointed a gun at someone? nope

Did something you told yourself you wouldn’t? nope

Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? yes

Caught a snowflake on your tongue?  yes


Kissed in the rain?  yes

Had a close brush with death (your own)?  yes

Saw someone die? yes

Played Spin-the-Bottle?  yes

Smoked a cigar? nope 

Sat on a rooftop?  Yes


Smuggled something into another country? Nope

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes?  Yes

Broken a bone?  Nope

Skipped school?  Yes

Eaten a bug?  YEs


Sleepwalked?  Nope

Walked on a moonlit beach?  Yes

Ridden a motorcycle?  Yes

Dumped someone?   Yes

Forgotten your anniversary?  Nope

Lied to avoid a ticket?   Yes

Ridden in a helicopter?  Nope

Shaved your head?  Nope

Blacked out from drinking ?   yes

Played a prank on someone?  Yes

Hit a home run?   Nope

Felt like killing someone?   YEs

Cross-dressed?  Nope.

Been falling-down drunk?  Yes

Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry?  Yes

Eaten snake?  Nope

Marched/Protested?  Yes

Had Mexican jumping beans for pets?  Nope

Puked on an amusement ride?   YEs

Seriously & intentionally boycotted something?  Yes

Knitted?  Yes

Been on TV?  Yes

Shot a gun?  Nope

Skinny-dipped?  YEs

Given someone stitches?   Nope

Eaten a whole habenero pepper?  Nope

Ridden a surfboard?  Nope

Drunk straight from a liquor bottle?   YEs

Had surgery?  Yes

Streaked?  Nope

Been taken by ambulance to a hospital?  Yes

Passed out when NOT drinking?  Nope

Peed on a bush?   Yes

Donated Blood?  Yes

Grabbed electric fence?  YEs

Eaten alligator meat?   Nope

Eaten cheesecake?  Yes

Killed an animal when not hunting?   Yes

Peed your pants in public?   YEs

Snuck into a movie without paying?  Nope

Written graffiti?  Yes

Still love someone you shouldn’t?  Nope

Think about the future?   Yes

Been in handcuffs?   Nope

Believe in love?  Yes

Sleep on a certain side of the bed?  Yes

Beneath the Winter Snow or So I have been told....

Is winter, officially winter. 

I don't notice the time passing because I am so busy all of the time. There ARENT enough hours in the day, and that is the truth.   Weeks are busy with work. I'm out of the house from 8.30 til 18,00, and in the evenings I have an assortment of  part-time work, children going to Volleyball, hockey and Guides, and reiki practise.  Weekends arrive and I have matches to watch, children to ferry and shopping and housework to do.   Sunday night has arrived before I have even sat down.

I take so much pleasure now if I have 1 hour where I can sit and do NOTHING.