Moved and stuff

Well, as far as I can tell this is the new house.

I say that because I forgot to keep the agents photos and had to find these on the trusty internet from another agent, but all the details match , so although its showing the place from another angle, I'm 99% sure that this is where my Mum has moved to.

She rang me yesterdday, and sounded excited and happy, even though they'd spent their first night on the floor after a journey that got them in at past one AM.

They Did leave the ancient and dreadful bedroom furniture behind in the end, after a mishap resulting in the smashing of the door mirror, but the new people are going to stick it on the park bonfire so that was all cool.

I'm going to miss that.
The whole bonfire/soup/hotdogs/guy competition thing, surrounded by all the other people who's houses back on to the park, but i can imagine how excited the new family will be to do all of that for the first time, and i can let it go .

I need to sort out when I can go over and see them, but the 4 hour drive means it will probably have to be an overnighter.

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In other news, its Diwali time again, and my friend has come through once again with some gorgeous Diwali food at work.
OK, it her mum who does the honours, and we are very grateful that she does, but its her that brings it all in for us, so smooches go in her direction for all the goodies too.

Want to have a look at what she brought us?

Here......





Looks gorgeous doesn't it?
And it tastes even better than it looks.
;)

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