new beginings

I'm sort of suprised by how attatched i feel to this house.
I mean its not the only house I'd lived in with my parents, and I've not lived there for ages, but now that its not going to be my Mum's home anymore I find myself missing it.



The fact that I won't be able to see this view again for instance.
Totally stupid.

And the fact that I need to delete the phone number from my phone.
And learn a new one.

Change.
Who'd have guessed that it would make me feel so unsettled.

busy busy busy

I'm switching between thumpety-thumpety-headachy and bouncy-bouncy-excited this morning.
The TTH is due to drinking too much of this


The fact that Dave is hoovering upstairs and my next door neighbours arguing over who exactly spoilt his birthday party /left first/got more drunk/said what to whom isn't making it better.

Thr BBE is because i went to this


And because ive booked to get some more work done by this guy.


His work is to quote himself..."a mix of cubism, art deco and classical art"

So I'll have to wait a year before i can have it done, but it'll be completely worth the wait.

* bounces *

and another sunday rolls around...

....seemingly without a gap from the last one.
Well, i guess that I may have been in a bit of a time warp given that shortly after I wrote the last entry Dave came home looking a bit strange and proceeded to throw up violently till about 2 in the morning, followed by me and Jo [ thankfully not with the same violence ] and meaning that I was off work for a day , he was off work for a week, and Jo kept him company because she came down with a horrible cold and cough.
Altogether I've slept far more than normal and its crapped out my body clock.
It wasn't helped by the fact that having gone back to work i was then off for a day, in for one and then off for 2.
The 2 off had been planned for a while because I wanted to go and see Mogwai , although given my luck with gigs lately I was worried that yet again something wold come up to stop it happening.

For once though everything went smoothly and i had the most fantastic time.
Awesome doesn't come near.
:D

Then I took advantage of the fact that Dave was still off and stayed out longer than i intended to.
But It did involve having a good lunch and hitting Montezuma's for the most wonderful chocolate.

Sometimes i regret not staying in london so much.
I know thats a purely selfish thing for me to feel.
The girls have a much better childhood by living in Kent.
But i miss so many things.
I miss the markets and the range of shops, i miss the 'feel' of central london, the galleries and the cafe's and the general eclectic mix of the place.
I miss the people.
Even the irritating ones.

And most of all I miss the freedom.

Sunday mornings are the best.

Ah, don't you just love lazy sunday mornings?

When you're left alone to pootle around doing nothing particular except listen to your itunes and surf.
Obviously here I'm talking about the net when I say surf,













since I'm very much of the 'sit on the beach and admire the mad guys/girls who get out there and do it while briefly toying with the idea of having a go before rapidly discarding the idiotic notion ' persuasion.

















I regularly wish that wasn't the case, but since i absolutely LOVE lying on a beach , feeling the heat spread across my skin as
its washed with a salted breeze.















Sigh.

Its one of the things that I miss since i had children.
Not the beach..we go when we have time.
No, i miss the being able to shut out the world as I lay there.
Thats something that you just don't get to do when you have children.
You always need to know where they are, without being too obvious .
so I've missed the whole lay there and read, or snooze, or stick the headphones in and veg.

In fact sunday mornings have taken their place a little.
They are that little bit of ME space that I can rely on.

:D

A somewhat belated update

I think I'm a sure case for senile dementia when I get older.
Yesterday I got in to work and realised as i looked at all the cars packed into our tiny car park that i may have made a mistake somewhere, a thought which was confirmed when I strolled in to see my cover walk past.
Yup, I had gone into work on my day off.
And its not the first time either.

I'm putting it down to the fact that I was still tired from the weekend.

I went up to Harrogate for Emily's wedding.
It was glorious, She was glorious, the Venue was glorious.
The drive there and back was less glorious.
And i will draw a veil over my inability to follow directions when dropping friends off in London.

I also went to my God daughters 21'st birthday party.
No...not on the same weekend...I would have totally flaked if I'd had to do them both on the same weekend.
:D
It was a fancy dress party, and I had fun making the costumes, and less fun wearing mine, but millions of laughs seeing everyone in theirs.



The guy in the middle was such a cute tease, and a complete sweetie.
How come I never met guys like him when i was single and young enough to enjoy them ;D

What else ?....
Oh, I got to play with fire extinguishers today, and pulled the most disgusting masss of hair from my showers plughole.
The first was fun.
The second was gross, and has resulted in a stern talking to for both of my girlies about not letting masses of hair get in there when they shower.
I mean, Dave is very nearly bald, my hair is short , but jo has shoulder length hair while emma's is down to the middle of her back, so the chances are its them shedding madly that caused the blockage.
So now they have to brush before they get in and clear the plug when they get out and I hope it wont get like that again.