But first, thank you to those who sent me kind thoughts & words, you know who you and how much I appreciated it. Also thanks to Pooks who has borne the brunt of my guilt and grief over the last couple of days. I know she must have thought that she was banging her head against a brick wall at times (there was probably a point that it crossed her mind that she ought to try banging mine against said wall, to see if that would work instead) and that I wasn’t listening to what she was telling me. I was listening and value your friendship greatly. And I once again thank the Gods who decided to smiled on me, for sending me such a special group of friends. At this particular moment in time I don’t think Pooks is feeling quite the same way ;-)
Talking of Pooks, she is doing her very proud Mummy bit at the moment. One child from the end of the queue has not only passed his exams – but passed most of them with A* and A’s. So well done.
My Dad arrives back this afternoon, he’s had a lovely time and although I shall no doubt want to eat my words in the near future – I’ve missed the old sod. He drives me mad at times with his opinions and demands but he’d still my dad and I love him.
We’re due some nice weather this weekend so I might try and talk Himself into a walk and picnic for a change, possibly Malvern. The sunshine and countryside always lift my spirits. The dogs can come out with us too.
The one good thing that came out of the last two days is the fact that I’ve cleaned the house from top to bottom, and I’ve washed and iron every item of clothing I could lay my hands on. I just couldn’t sit still, although I’ve honoured our agreement and Pooks got a complete section of JJ for her two pound weight loss. They’re out of the kitchen!
I’ve even cleaned youngest bedroom – you wouldn’t believe the amount of dirty socks to be found in that room. A washing machine full of them. I nearly hit the roof last night when I walked up stairs and found he’d left his work clothes on the bedroom floor. I didn’t; I bit my tongue instead. I just shut the door in the end. Not my room and if I hadn’t had a fit of being unable to sit still in any one place for more than five minutes, I’d never have ventured in there to start with.
Youngest contract at work comes to an end this month, so he’s off looking for another job. Unfortunately all this bad weather has done nothing for the garden centre industry, so profits are way down and they can’t afford to keep him on during the winter months. I’ve hinted at college for him, but he’s not keen. At least he’s not afraid to drive around local businesses and ask for work – so fingers crossed something will turn up.
Pictures? Haven’t taken any just lately other than a few of Eldest’s Gargoyle….
He's not ugly. I've always been rather fond of him myself.
8 comments:
I was not going to hit your head off a wall - I was considering just using copy and paste though. It would have saved my fingers from typing - this is not your fault - over and over.
And it's swings and roundabouts honey - we're a weird bunch but we all kinda fit together. Some of us are more weird than others and obviously some of us have being good down to a fine art! But you've talked me down from the roof before now - just your turn to have a melt down that was all.
Pooksxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(enough kisses?)
Do have a nice walk with the dogs dearie. I have a little something for you to help your dog walking go smoothly. Nope, I'm not telling you what it is, you'll soon find out.
I don't trust you an inch Ms. Wag. But just remember that I am bringing your birthday present with me and you'd be amazed what you can hide in a suitcase.
And can you not do something about Herself and those 'obviously some of us have being good down to a fine art' statements. Shouldn't she be concentrating on her next chapter rather than trying to prefect her porky pies?
You cheeky Bissom (hand Scally her glasses there). Chapter 6 is going nicely I'll have you know. And it isn't a porky pie and therefore doesn't need perfecting.
Listen you Queen of Speed, don't even try to tell us that you're not going to LIE about the speed you were driving your car when the tyre burst when the BigLad asks.
I'd give up on the Good Girl thing, we all know you too well now, Stirling.
You couldn't hold your own water,you.
Yes, Rita Queen of Speed. Is there some point you are trying to make here.
When are they mending your car btw?
Today. Can we leave this argument now? It's boring me.
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