Monday, 29 June 2009
Oh and the daughters have been so totally wound round my little finger (cos I arrived home with a puppy and mother adoration is running at an all time high). They have been happily picking things up from the floor (an area which is currently unreachable), fetching things (including the pinto grigio) and generally looking after me.
As for the puppy; he is just adorable. He is going to fit right in being just as bonkers as the rest of the family. We bought him a big, comfy, expensive bed and he chooses to sleep here:
Yup. That's the bin and the glass recycling that he is crashed out next to. Which I think only goes to prove that his spiritual name and henceforth his blog name is CHAR-DON-NAY. I shall soon be checking the puppy manuals as to how to train him to open the wine.
Thursday, 25 June 2009
What did blog camp ever do for me in the style of Monty Pythons Life of Brian "what did the Romans ever do for us"?
- I learnt lots of blogging stuff that a newbie like me is too afraid to ask; like about sitemeter and how to cross out because
I had a carefully prepared list that I went through item by itemPolly remembered to ask.
- I remembered what it was like go away sans children, sans partner, sans friends; an experience I will defintely be repeating.
- I said yes to an opportunity that presented itself and my life became richer for it.
- I got to laugh till it really really hurt and then just a little bit more.
- And not just about those I met. There are real people behind each and every blog to paraphrase Polly.
- I started to get really excited about taking photos and now need (NEED I TELL YOU) a decent camera.
- I learnt that sometimes when you are having an amazing time the days can stretch out so that you feel as if you have been away from your real life for a gloriously long time.
(Clearly not how to write a short and snappy title for a post....)
Monday, 22 June 2009
and the wine
and I will be turning up. I wonder what is going to happen next.....?
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Saturday, 20 June 2009
Thursday, 18 June 2009
5 favourite films:
- Lost in translation
- Husbands and Wives
- Now Voyager - I'm a soppy romantic at heart.
- La Vie en Rose - I sobbed through the sub-titles.
- Little Miss Sunshine - the weird dysfunctional family feels like home.
This is hard. I tend to like whatever I last heard. So these are favourites because of the associations they have for me...
- Doorbell - White Stripes (cooking Christmas dinner a few years ago when all the family was together)
- Money Money Money - Abba (youngest sings "if I found me a healthy man" which seems like a good plan once you reach 40)
- Got to be a hustler if you want to get on - Sue Wilkinson (early on with Prince of Darkness going through his record - yes I do mean record - collection and playing them all)
- Common People - Pulp (just because the song is brilliant)
- Park Life - Blur (lying on a beach in Greece)
- Lance Armstrong - weird but I have a thing about cyclists.
- Prince of Darkness - I know I know. Get a life girl.
- Daniel Craig - yes I so would.
- Almost any man in a uniform - watch out sailors.
- George Clooney - boring but true.
- Love in a Cold Climate - Nancy Mitford
- Crossing to Safety - Wallace Stegner
- Love in the time of Cholera- Gabriel Garcia Marquez
- Les Liaisons Dangereuses - Choderlos de Laclos
- The Night before Christmas - Clement C Moore (only to be read on Christmas eve!)
5 random favourite things
- my tattoo
- pointless little notebooks - I buy more than I know what to do with.
- pinot grigio - you didn't think I would leave it off did you?
- fish, chips and mushy peas
- my shelf of random stuff - see below. It looks like crap but it all means something to me.
I am tagging a random 5 of my regular favourite reads:
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
So today we are talking about blog camp, whilst I am also trying to make some valid points about internet safety:
Me (to stepson): "If I haven't texted your mother by Friday evening you can assume that I have gone to stay with axe murderers. Please instigate a search party immediately."
Stepson: "If you haven't texted won't it be a bit too late?"
Me : " Well .....yes maybe.... but you can at least come and recover my body..."
Eldest daughter: "Mummy..."
Me: "Yeeessss.....?" (sensing the direction this conversation is going)
Eldest daughter: "If you do die can I have the puppy?"
Me: "Well ....ok"
Stepson: (sensing an opportunity here) " Well can I have half your money?"
Me: "Only debts there my boy" (I say rather smugly, thinking I have foiled him)
Stepson: (without hesitation) "All your electrical equipment then?"
Me: (giving up) "Deal."
So thats all sorted then. I can rest easy in my bed tonight knowing that my affairs are in order.
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
- White horses carved into the hillside. I'd be hard pressed to draw that on a piece of paper.
- Impromptu acts of kindness. My new neighbour bringing me a bunch of sage from her garden this evening.
- The genorisity of those you have never met. Like Jules who is sending graham crackers and julochka who is putting up a host of bloggers for Blog Camp.
- A burgeoning sense of community. My street has decided to organise a street party this summer. Road closed, bunting, sausages, homemade cakes, kids activities, music - the works.
- A burgeoning sense of belonging here. In the blogging world that is. Looking forward to reading your comments and hearing what you are all doing, what you are laughing at, what games you are playing, what is making you sad or happy, what creative things you have been up to.
- Growing stuff. How something that looked so dead I was going to throw it away can now be so green and full of life.
- And how amazing the raindrops are on the leaves.
Monday, 15 June 2009
Ultimatum Friday basically consists of telling the Prince of Darkness, otherwise technically and legally known as ones husband, that enough is enough and really there has to be some sort of conclusion to the attempt at a relationship that has been ongoing for the last couple of years. Or put it another way its the girlfriend or me, baby. Time to place your money/cards on the table to mix a metaphor.
The rules of Ultimatum Friday are that the the Prince is allowed a good couple of weeks to ponder the situation. He must either come up with a decision as to what he wants to do or at least a plan as to how he is going to make a decision. Other than that there really aren't any really any rules. There just has to be a decision at the end of the day.
I can't keep my life on hold for ever. I can't keep waiting for a man who doesn't know whether he wants to be with me. Its a thankless soul destroying job. Many times the easiest thing would have been to walk away. But I haven't because in our history he has waited many months for me to make a decision to be with him when I couldn't find the courage.
As I say not a regular feature I think (I hope). But just knowing that something, anything might happen is good. Some news is better than no news. And I am honestly looking forward to it, what ever it is.
Sunday, 14 June 2009
In this happy catatonic state I give you a short video clip of our very own Rambo hamster practising his maneouvres taken this weekend .
More coherent thoughts and words tomorrow.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Today I wore my wedding ring on my ring finger. For the first time in over two years. Looking for some sort of comfort. Sentimental and foolish, I know.
Today is one of those days which will be more bearable tomorrow.
Monday, 8 June 2009
a) a Monday morning
b) that meant that the lovely lovely weekend was over with the lovely lovely friends and the lovely lovely party
c) Monday is a going into work day which means getting on the train and commuting to London
d) And then getting on the tube (for which read fighting your way to overcrowded underground train) to get to the office
e) And at the office a huge (and I mean inches and inches) report awaited to be looked at
f) And its a boring report.
But despite all that I just felt disgustingly, obscenely happy. The sun was shinning (well this morning at least), and although I had to commute on the train it meant I could listen to the ipod, and read the paper and my book. I even thought I might see some deer from the train which always brightens the train journey. Ok I didn't see any deer but the point was I was so optimistic I thought I might.
Even the huge report failed to dampen my spirits. Normally in such circumstances I resort to comfort eating at desk. But today, despite the fact I had taken credit crunch lunch in with me, I exercised self-control and refrained from eating it before 11.30am - something of a record. Lord I felt good.
But I suppose the worst good thing was that I actually started smiling at people on the tube. Ok the first time it was by mistake because I was listening to a particularly funny podcast but it was such fun I just carried on. The range of reactions was so entertaining. From complete "I can't see the mad woman smiling at me and will therefore stare straight through her", to embarrassment, to confused smiles in return. It totally brightened my morning
On days like today I can take on the world. So today I can see myself fighting the local education authority and making sure that youngest has the education she needs; I can see that in his own dysfunctional way the Prince of Darkness does love me; I can see that whatever happens life is full of possibilities and new adventures.
So if tomorrow isn't like today I am going to read this post and remember how strong a little optimism can make me feel.
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Thursday, 4 June 2009
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
But don't get me wrong. It was an amazing experience and something I will always remember. Things I loved...
The view from the top. Especially the sunsets.
The lantern room itself. The glass floor. The old lantern with a candle inside. Watching seagulls soaring past at eye level.
All the quirky nautical paraphernalia lying about the place. The ships bell. The captains hat and jacket. The diving helmet. The flying seagull in the kitchen (ok thats not nautical but it is quirky). The carved mermaid in the bathroom.
So moving on to the hints and tips for the would be lighthouse keeper:
- Remember to buy upstairs and downstairs wine for the upstairs and downstairs fridges. That way however tired you are life will always seem bearable.
- Keep a pen on each floor. Nothing more irritating than climbing 100 steps to find a pen.
- Keep some energy drink and sugar snacks half way up the stairs for when the glucose levels dip.
- Cancel gym membership immediately as all exercise will be taken in your own home and for free.
- Learn to abseil so that you can paint the outside of your own house. Lets face it the local painters and decorators are not going to do it.
- How ever tired always climb the stairs last thing at night to check out the view and remember how lucky you are.
- Only look down from the balcony at the top if you are very very brave.
And if you can't be a lighthouse keeper, or indeed marry one, then the next best option is to have a holiday in one. I whole heartedly recommend it.
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
The holiday was very lovely despite dodgy/complete lack of wifi connection which rather hampered up to the minute reportage. Highlights of the first five days were:
Crab fishing off Brixham harbour. We bought a couple of lines, crab bait (some bacon from the butchers) and a bucket. Then we sat on the edge of the harbour for two hours and had the best entertainment possible for four quid (five if you include the coffee I bought). We caught four crabs. All of which were named and promptly returned to the bottom of the harbour. As we sat and talked youngest was inspired by the view and said that Brixham looked like Balamory (which probably means nothing if you are not the parent of an under 5 in the UK) but is certainly the most eloquent thing a small child can say to describe the view...
We watched auks diving under water . That's auks not orks (which would be a whole weird Lord of the Rings meets Waterworld type experience).
And the one day old penguin being fed by mother. I would post the picture but it does rather look as if the mother is attempting to swallow her baby whole which even I find vaguely distressing and I know what I am looking at.
The food. Fish and chips. And mushy peas (I may have lived in the south of England for 20 years but I remain a midlands girl at heart). The fresh crab (not the ones we caught obviously). The devon ice-cream. The cornish pasties (ok we weren't in Cornwall but they do a pretty good job in the county next door). The locally caught fish.
Collecting smooth sea washed wafer thin pieces of slate from the beach. I have no idea what I will do with them but they make the most delicious noise when you run them through your fingers.
The giant chicken entertainment in the evening...
Tomorrow: hints and tips for the would-be lighthouse keeper.