This is turning out to be quite a day! British Summer Time has officially begun, (I lost an hours sleep somewhere in the wee small hours), it's census day, and I got to have a lovely chat with you this morning! It's always lovely to hear your voice and you got my day off to a fabulous start, thank you.
I posted my census return on Friday, the idea is to collect data for today and so you're to complete the form as close to today as possible, I knew where I would be and who would be residing here tonight and so mine was done, dusted and in the post. It's so important to complete the census, having poured over census returns for years trying to investigate the family tree, I wondered if someone would be looking for me one hundred and one years from now. The untraceable Mark Birch, (he's been dead for nearly one hundred years so I don't think he'll mind a mention,) is my Great-Grandfather on my maternal side...allegedly, and he is the most infuriating man I've never met. I love a good puzzle, a mystery, doing a bit of digging, but it's only fun for so long without actually unearthing some answers and results. Did he actually marry? Did he marry twice? Why can't I find him on most of the census' taken during his lifetime? Where did he live? Where was he born? How did he meet my Great-Grandmother? Was my Great-Grandmother part French or is that just family folklore? So many questions, so many deceased ancestors who are being no use whatsoever.
Then there's Nanna's brother. Not even certain of his name but we think; Frederick. The story goes that he was in a children's home then shipped off to some far off land, (possibly Canada.) I could have a whole other branch of the family somewhere waiting to share all the missing pieces of the puzzle. Nanna and Grandad did put an advert in the newspaper to try to trace him but alas, no leads, just another mystery.
It's another cloudy day here, blanket pale greyness to be exact. I leafed through an old edition of Elle while I blasted the head dry, I say old, it was November 2010 so it will probably reach your shores in another 8 months time...maybe longer. I found a lipstick in my drawer which I'm wearing as we speak. It's old but doesn't smell funny so I think it's okay. If I say; ankle length, pleated polyester skirt in corporate colours, you'll have an idea of which era we're talking about without you having to get it carbon dated. It's Maybelline 101, (Cherry Shimmer,) and I don't think they make it anymore. It was one of my favourites of the time because it stained your lips for hours which was useful in work when we couldn't even move to tinkle let alone reapply lipstick...happy days.
Hope you found the link to the 30 Day Shred, I haven't done it again since my last attempt, I'm pretty sure Jillian means for you to do the workout every day for 30 days rather than once every 30 days, it's on my to-do list.
You also need to look for Suzanne Bowen who does a "belly blitz" for killer abs and yes, mine are killing me and I only did about three minutes of it! Maybe I could be a professional reviewer of home workouts?
Did you know that a woman's resting heart rate should be under 84 beats per minute? A woman with a resting heart rate higher than 90 beats per minute is three times more likely to suffer from heart disease than a woman with a resting heart rate of 60? Regular aerobic exercise , staying at a healthy weight and relieving stress are all ways to lower blood pressure. (http://www.glamour.com/.)
And so, rumour has it that my beloved Bondi Rescue is to be no more after this season. This "reality" show is so much more than that, it restored my faith in human kind, made me realise how tightly wound and impatient we are over here, inspired me to start running, lose weight and even made me laugh. Heroes come in all guises, firemen, nurses, careworkers, where would we be without them? When the cameras stop rolling, they'll still be there saving lives and changing peoples' destiny... amazing.
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/bondi-rescue-boys-save-two-year-old-girl-and-dad-at-bronte-beach/story-e6freuy9-1226028021682
I am not a Gleek, I've never seen a whole episode of Glee, is it wrong I have a thing for Mr Schuester?
It's almost time to go, I've just had a good catch up with Carol, it's starting to get busier in here now and so I'm off to recycle and save planet Earth, one milk carton at a time.
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Spring Forward
After three beautiful days filled with sunshine, today is misty, cool and gloomy and I find myself a little misty and gloomy...and chilly. It's amazing how much the sun can change your outlook but I have just read that, "I am a child of the sun," which perhaps explains it. I'm currently watching Biggest Loser USA, Season 9, I think, and there is a contestant called Sunshine! She's a beautiful girl, she was when she arrived on the ranch even though she had some weight to lose to get healthy but I was thinking this morning, what a fabulous name! How can that gorgeous girl have anything other than a wonderful life with a name like that? Her Dad by the way is the lovliest man in the world and I'm wondering if he would adopt me.
Yesterday, I filled the last blank pages of my spiral bound notebook. This is the book I've been using in which to write to you while I'm holed up here in Starbucks and so, when I got home, I went on the hunt for more writing space. I found this old but pristine journal, it's comprised of 256, Made in China, acid free pages which are quite lovely to write on by the way. The journal is largely unused except for the first 70 odd pages which is filled with a transcript of astrological reports I ordered oh, about 10 years ago. The most detailed report is; "Redd Cayce's Past Life Report," and it's spooky how well Mr Cayce seems to know me. How do they do that? I think it's fascinating, anyway, among other things, Saturn is in my third house apparently, which is a good position for writers but I should avoid alcohol and drugs, damn it.
I had a horrible nights sleep last night, I'm having weird, as in... inexplicable dreams lately. I woke around 2ish and just started to drift off again not long before my alarm demanded I get up and at 'em.
Yesterday was such a nice day, I decided I would hang my washing out on the line, I love to hang my washing out, I know...get out more. In the winter, the radiators do a good job of drying things quickly but once it warms up a little and it's still chilly but not quite cool enough to have the heat on, the washing hangs around damp and useless for days, that is of course unless you can hang it out for a good blow! So, armed with several wet ones, I ventured out into the abyss that is my back garden to clean the washing line. Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this? Before you think I've totally lost it, it hasn't been used for months and was all mildewy and weather beaten, anyhoo, I cleaned the line then hung out the bedding. It wasn't really warm enough to actually dry the washing but it was nice to see the white sheets billowing in the light breeze.
One of my favourite films is on this afternoon, "While You Where Sleeping." I love the line; "If you fit in my pants, I'll kill myself." Makes me laugh every time, hope I'm not spoiling this for you but if you haven't seen it yet, where have you been? I'm kidding, I can't talk, I still haven't seen E.T.
So, the clocks do in fact spring forward tonight, it seems to have been a long winter and I am more than ready for some bright sunshine. The country is in a mess but everyone should feel a little better with some sun shining, even if it is just an illusion and only temporary.
I've contacted another two places about stocking the jewellery but I am fast running out of ideas. Only a little while longer and I think I'll have to get a proper job, another or different proper job that is. Love you x
Yesterday, I filled the last blank pages of my spiral bound notebook. This is the book I've been using in which to write to you while I'm holed up here in Starbucks and so, when I got home, I went on the hunt for more writing space. I found this old but pristine journal, it's comprised of 256, Made in China, acid free pages which are quite lovely to write on by the way. The journal is largely unused except for the first 70 odd pages which is filled with a transcript of astrological reports I ordered oh, about 10 years ago. The most detailed report is; "Redd Cayce's Past Life Report," and it's spooky how well Mr Cayce seems to know me. How do they do that? I think it's fascinating, anyway, among other things, Saturn is in my third house apparently, which is a good position for writers but I should avoid alcohol and drugs, damn it.
I had a horrible nights sleep last night, I'm having weird, as in... inexplicable dreams lately. I woke around 2ish and just started to drift off again not long before my alarm demanded I get up and at 'em.
Yesterday was such a nice day, I decided I would hang my washing out on the line, I love to hang my washing out, I know...get out more. In the winter, the radiators do a good job of drying things quickly but once it warms up a little and it's still chilly but not quite cool enough to have the heat on, the washing hangs around damp and useless for days, that is of course unless you can hang it out for a good blow! So, armed with several wet ones, I ventured out into the abyss that is my back garden to clean the washing line. Please tell me I'm not the only one who does this? Before you think I've totally lost it, it hasn't been used for months and was all mildewy and weather beaten, anyhoo, I cleaned the line then hung out the bedding. It wasn't really warm enough to actually dry the washing but it was nice to see the white sheets billowing in the light breeze.
One of my favourite films is on this afternoon, "While You Where Sleeping." I love the line; "If you fit in my pants, I'll kill myself." Makes me laugh every time, hope I'm not spoiling this for you but if you haven't seen it yet, where have you been? I'm kidding, I can't talk, I still haven't seen E.T.
So, the clocks do in fact spring forward tonight, it seems to have been a long winter and I am more than ready for some bright sunshine. The country is in a mess but everyone should feel a little better with some sun shining, even if it is just an illusion and only temporary.
I've contacted another two places about stocking the jewellery but I am fast running out of ideas. Only a little while longer and I think I'll have to get a proper job, another or different proper job that is. Love you x
Friday, 25 March 2011
Goodbyes
The funeral was yesterday. I rose early and ran for an hour thinking it would set me up for the day. Left home at 7.30am and headed to B's as she'd managed to change her plans so she could also attend. We set off in B's car and with Sean's help, arrived at the Chapel of Rest 40 minutes early, better that than late though. A couple of ladies arrived and parked next to us and went in then another two so B and I decided to head on in, still with twenty minutes to go. We entered the chapel where the four ladies were already sitting, the coffin was to the fore and seemed small for such a tall lady. Auntie B didn't want any fuss but, I don't know, it just all seemed too devoid of fuss.
The service at the Chapel of Rest was brief, a few words from the vicar on why we were there and a short passage from the Bible then on to the crematorium. One of Auntie B's dear friends came up to me outside the Crematorium before the service and gave me a big hug, we'd met once in person, very briefly and a few years ago but over the past few months, we'd spoken on the phone several times when I couldn't get hold of Auntie B.
Auntie B entered to Glen Miller's Moonlight Serenade, it was lovely. The vicar gave us a potted history starting with her birth in Assam, India in 1922, through her work in the WRAF, police, nursing, business woman and through to retirement and the ill health of the latter years. It was quite a life.
Auntie B's dear friend read from the pulpit a lovely verse. I'm not sure if Auntie B had chosen it herself but if not, someone who knew her well had chosen it, I could almost hear Auntie B speaking the words;
The service at the Chapel of Rest was brief, a few words from the vicar on why we were there and a short passage from the Bible then on to the crematorium. One of Auntie B's dear friends came up to me outside the Crematorium before the service and gave me a big hug, we'd met once in person, very briefly and a few years ago but over the past few months, we'd spoken on the phone several times when I couldn't get hold of Auntie B.
Auntie B entered to Glen Miller's Moonlight Serenade, it was lovely. The vicar gave us a potted history starting with her birth in Assam, India in 1922, through her work in the WRAF, police, nursing, business woman and through to retirement and the ill health of the latter years. It was quite a life.
Auntie B's dear friend read from the pulpit a lovely verse. I'm not sure if Auntie B had chosen it herself but if not, someone who knew her well had chosen it, I could almost hear Auntie B speaking the words;
Miss Me, But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little, but not for long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go!
For this a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone;
It's all a part of the master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.
Robyn Rancman
After the committal, we were invited back to the reception at the centre near where Auntie B lived. When we arrived, there must have been twenty five residents sitting waiting quietly in their finest, I thought this must have been a typical day for the Princess of Wales in her time! Two long tables dominated the room, each bedecked with white square damask table cloths laid to make overlapping diamond shapes. Each table had three vases with a single brightly coloured gerbera in each, cups, saucers, side plates, napkins, sandwiches, buttered scones and Madeira cake all beautifully set by the residents.
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free!
Miss me a little, but not for long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared,
Miss me, but let me go!
For this a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone;
It's all a part of the master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me, but let me go.
Robyn Rancman
After the committal, we were invited back to the reception at the centre near where Auntie B lived. When we arrived, there must have been twenty five residents sitting waiting quietly in their finest, I thought this must have been a typical day for the Princess of Wales in her time! Two long tables dominated the room, each bedecked with white square damask table cloths laid to make overlapping diamond shapes. Each table had three vases with a single brightly coloured gerbera in each, cups, saucers, side plates, napkins, sandwiches, buttered scones and Madeira cake all beautifully set by the residents.
We were there for three hours and B and I sat with four other friends reminiscing and sharing stories of how we had met and got to know Auntie B. I chatted to some of the other ladies, one lady told me the story of where her family had come from originally, (Somerset,) and what an unusual surname she had and another lady had welcomed on that day, her tenth great-grandchild, Noah. One lady bided her time until she had the opportunity to tell me how nasty Auntie B could be and how they never spoke but she had seen me visiting. I really wanted to ask why she was there and wondered if she'd just come for the sandwiches but I opted for grace and said nothing about the sandwiches.
The day was not without it's funny moments, on the way to the Chapel of Rest, B casually told me there had been a man on the bridge on Tuesday evening with a gun! When I said, "what!" she then went on to explain that this was an example of me not knowing what she was thinking, (really!) She'd just seen a speed camera sign and actually meant that she'd seen a policeman with a speed gun on the bridge on Tuesday evening, amazing how two little words can completely alter a sentence isn't it? At the Chapel of Rest, one lady was commenting that she'd never been here (in the Chapel of Rest) before and wasn't it nice? Or the fact that the local hairdresser was about to retire and they didn't know what they'd do without her, (this is in front of the coffin, usually a time for reflection not wondering out loud how much they'll miss the hairdresser is it not?)
It was a beautiful Spring day, the finest of the year so far, with the doors and windows wide open in the centre to let the cool air in, I had a wonderful view from where I sat of the Welsh mountains, no wonder Auntie B did not want to relinquish that view.
Yesterday reminded me of something that I worked out for myself a while ago, your family are not solely those linked to you through DNA. The six of us sat across the table from each other, most of us had never met before yet we all had one person in common, I didn't realise it before but we were all Auntie B's family.
Auntie B and Mum met many years ago, long before I arrived on the scene, even when they lived miles apart, they kept in touch, I'd only have to overhear Mum's end of a telephone conversation to know who was on the other end. Not too long before Mum died, B and I dropped Mum off with Auntie B and we left them to it for a few hours. When we returned, it was like they'd both turned the clock back forty years, they'd put the world to rights, gossiped, laughed and relived a lifetime. I have wonderful photos of that day.
Auntie B was Mum's friend, I chose to pick up that baton when Mum passed away, partly through a sense of duty but also because I wanted to. She bacame a friend of mine also and we had some lovely conversations and times together.
Ill health had dogged her for some time and she was ready to go months ago... she told me so. She was no longer master of her own ship and far too dependent on others for her liking. I imagine her now, back to her unstoppable self, having a good catch up with Mum and both probably despairing of me.
I'm very proud that I was one of the chosen few allowed into the inner circle of one formidable lady. I thought yesterday may have been a sad occasion if very few attended, but I've always favoured quality over quantity it seems that in friendship too, it's not the number of friends you have but the depth of the friendship that counts, she will be greatly missed by the few who truly cared.
Sunday, 20 March 2011
More Signs
I've just discovered that Mum's long standing and last surviving friend has passed away last Sunday, which perhaps explains the sudden influx in regularity of white feathers. I'm as mad as hell that she didn't let me visit one more time and I've just told her so, but at the same time, I know how much she missed Mum and they're probably having the best time catching up and planting bloody feathers wherever they see fit, excuse the language. Auntie Beryl had the whitest of hair and the bluest of eyes and even with a walking stick, stood tall, and proud. I believe she was in the police and the armed forces and trust me, she spoke to you and anyone like she was a Sergeant Major still in command and woe betied anyone who stepped out of line. This is the English woman who lived in Wales and draped the Union Jack from her open window, this woman was not to be messed with and didn't care what people thought, yet she laughed either with me or at me, I don't care, and told me how much she missed my Mum. She used to call me Darling, which was lovely. I guess that's it now, another chapter is over.
Sexy Sean
I can't lie, Sean and I had words as we left Manchester, he gave me the silent treatment for the first ten minutes of journey as we left the car park, (no GPS signal,) then he kept insisting on taking me down one ridiculous back alley after another followed by roads to nowhere so I chose to ignore and headed for the first big blue sign I could see with my in need of testing eyes. An hour later and after only sporadic input from my sexy Irishman, (I forgive him as it was basically a long straight road,) we arrived at the destination.
Had a lovely afternoon, but not one spoken word from me was positive, considering what's going on in the world, my negatives are nothing but finding it difficult to source anything positive to report just now. Didn't leave until late, not late by any normal persons standards but I could feel my eyes closing on the way home and by the time I was driving along the rural part of the '56, I had total blackness in the rearview and only my headlights to the fore, I could quite easily have let my eyes gently close and stay that way.
I still hate coming in on my own in the dark, even after all this time, you would think I would be used to it by now. I had a shower and then of course was wide awake so I posted to you and did a career quiz courtesy of iVillage.co.uk and I'll post the results later. By the time I did the quiz, I was starting to feel sleepy again and was only half concentrating as Victoria Wood was on TV and singing this really funny song, but the results are still interesting. I may re-take the quiz now that I'm awake to compare the results and see if the true me was revealed after all.
I dreamt last night that a woman stopped me and asked where I'd bought my bracelet from...if only.
I woke at 6.30 this morning and my hips were complaining from all the walking of yesterday so I decided to give the jogging a miss and uploaded more items onto Amazon instead.
Watched a lovely man called Eoin Finn doing yoga on TV this morning at some beautiful location while I Special K'd. If I could stretch like that I think I'd be 2 inches taller.
Well, that's all for now, I have Grey's to catch up on and my date with the Boys in Blue later on before I prepare for the week ahead, (Bondi Rescue boys in blue, not the police.) Try as I might to find the positive, I imagine there will be more bad news from work tomorrow but I'm just going to go with the flow and not get too hung up about things, I'll worry about how I'm going to pay the bills at the end of the month...which is in eleven days time. Hmmmmmm.
Had a lovely afternoon, but not one spoken word from me was positive, considering what's going on in the world, my negatives are nothing but finding it difficult to source anything positive to report just now. Didn't leave until late, not late by any normal persons standards but I could feel my eyes closing on the way home and by the time I was driving along the rural part of the '56, I had total blackness in the rearview and only my headlights to the fore, I could quite easily have let my eyes gently close and stay that way.
I still hate coming in on my own in the dark, even after all this time, you would think I would be used to it by now. I had a shower and then of course was wide awake so I posted to you and did a career quiz courtesy of iVillage.co.uk and I'll post the results later. By the time I did the quiz, I was starting to feel sleepy again and was only half concentrating as Victoria Wood was on TV and singing this really funny song, but the results are still interesting. I may re-take the quiz now that I'm awake to compare the results and see if the true me was revealed after all.
I dreamt last night that a woman stopped me and asked where I'd bought my bracelet from...if only.
I woke at 6.30 this morning and my hips were complaining from all the walking of yesterday so I decided to give the jogging a miss and uploaded more items onto Amazon instead.
Watched a lovely man called Eoin Finn doing yoga on TV this morning at some beautiful location while I Special K'd. If I could stretch like that I think I'd be 2 inches taller.
Well, that's all for now, I have Grey's to catch up on and my date with the Boys in Blue later on before I prepare for the week ahead, (Bondi Rescue boys in blue, not the police.) Try as I might to find the positive, I imagine there will be more bad news from work tomorrow but I'm just going to go with the flow and not get too hung up about things, I'll worry about how I'm going to pay the bills at the end of the month...which is in eleven days time. Hmmmmmm.
Saturday, 19 March 2011
G'day?
Guess where I am? I am in Starbucks but not my usual haunt, I'm in the Arndale after having been to the Oz Expo. Not wanting to break with tradition, I started out by getting totally lost, entirely my own fault as I totally miss-read those "you are here" maps...several of them. I ended up at the artists entrance of the MEN Arena, (this is not where I wanted to be.) So, I did what any normal person would do and shouted "excuse me" to a roadie man while I teetered on the invisible, "do not cross" line.
The gate was wide open but I've spent many a time peering out from the windows above that gate waiting and watching for a glimpse of an artist arriving but mostly just witnessing desperate and or crazed fans trying to sweet talk / bribe the nice security man on the gate, so I am too familiar with the invisible...do not cross line.
So there I am, shouting over to roadie man and good enough, he comes over to help, (I must not have looked crazed,) sadly, he was Glaswegian and wasn't exactly sure how to direct me but he invited me in to speak to "Bill" who would definitely know... yes, he invited me over the invisible line.
With trepidation, I step over the invisible line into this magical, access denied to mere mortals, concreted area, have you any idea how many times Mark from Westlife has walked on that same concrete? Anyway, I was met with half a dozen bored looking roadies but Bill was most helpful; "turn left out of the gate and keep walking until you see a really big building (turned out to be the Hilton,) then it's on your left, you can't miss it." Saying those immortal words to me; "you can't miss it," is usually a sure sign that I will definitely miss it, but no, Bill was right and I eventually found my way.
I think the organisers should have used a larger area, it was all very cramped and there were so many people packed in. I overheard one person being told; "we can interview you this afternoon or you can come back tomorrow!" How scary! I felt totally overwhelmed, I only wanted visa information but it was the one stand I couldn't find, I can always google. There were families, couples and blokes on their own all milling around but everyone seemed to know who they wanted to speak to and where they should go, I couldn't help but look around and wonder who would actually make the move.
My boss phoned me yesterday with some information that she didn't want me to hear second hand, I've been on temporary promotion for around 18 months but as part of the cutbacks, all the temporary promotions are being curtailed in two weeks time. More notice would have been good but at least I still have a job. Not looking good though.
Check out LH when you get the chance, new pics are up and they look good even if I do say so myself.
It's a beautiful day here, or at least it was until a minute ago when the sun was overcome by cloud. Still a bit of a chill in the air and I only have a gillet on today instead of a jacket but if you briskly walk for eight miles, you don't feel the chill...trust me.
I'm now having another filter coffee as I kill some time and as I look out of the window to my right onto the square which houses the town hall, I see an old fashioned London Transport, red double decker bus decorated with white bridal ribbon, how lovely. I hope the sun reappears for them.
Speaking of weddings, I walked past a Revolution Bar on my morning hike and it brought back memories of your hen night, although you probably won't remember ;)
I'm off now to inspect the bus more closely as I make my way back to the car then sexy Sean the sat nav man will attempt to direct me to L&F for the remainder of the day. Good luck Sean x
The gate was wide open but I've spent many a time peering out from the windows above that gate waiting and watching for a glimpse of an artist arriving but mostly just witnessing desperate and or crazed fans trying to sweet talk / bribe the nice security man on the gate, so I am too familiar with the invisible...do not cross line.
So there I am, shouting over to roadie man and good enough, he comes over to help, (I must not have looked crazed,) sadly, he was Glaswegian and wasn't exactly sure how to direct me but he invited me in to speak to "Bill" who would definitely know... yes, he invited me over the invisible line.
With trepidation, I step over the invisible line into this magical, access denied to mere mortals, concreted area, have you any idea how many times Mark from Westlife has walked on that same concrete? Anyway, I was met with half a dozen bored looking roadies but Bill was most helpful; "turn left out of the gate and keep walking until you see a really big building (turned out to be the Hilton,) then it's on your left, you can't miss it." Saying those immortal words to me; "you can't miss it," is usually a sure sign that I will definitely miss it, but no, Bill was right and I eventually found my way.
I think the organisers should have used a larger area, it was all very cramped and there were so many people packed in. I overheard one person being told; "we can interview you this afternoon or you can come back tomorrow!" How scary! I felt totally overwhelmed, I only wanted visa information but it was the one stand I couldn't find, I can always google. There were families, couples and blokes on their own all milling around but everyone seemed to know who they wanted to speak to and where they should go, I couldn't help but look around and wonder who would actually make the move.
My boss phoned me yesterday with some information that she didn't want me to hear second hand, I've been on temporary promotion for around 18 months but as part of the cutbacks, all the temporary promotions are being curtailed in two weeks time. More notice would have been good but at least I still have a job. Not looking good though.
Check out LH when you get the chance, new pics are up and they look good even if I do say so myself.
It's a beautiful day here, or at least it was until a minute ago when the sun was overcome by cloud. Still a bit of a chill in the air and I only have a gillet on today instead of a jacket but if you briskly walk for eight miles, you don't feel the chill...trust me.
I'm now having another filter coffee as I kill some time and as I look out of the window to my right onto the square which houses the town hall, I see an old fashioned London Transport, red double decker bus decorated with white bridal ribbon, how lovely. I hope the sun reappears for them.
Speaking of weddings, I walked past a Revolution Bar on my morning hike and it brought back memories of your hen night, although you probably won't remember ;)
I'm off now to inspect the bus more closely as I make my way back to the car then sexy Sean the sat nav man will attempt to direct me to L&F for the remainder of the day. Good luck Sean x
Friday, 18 March 2011
Happy Red Nose Day :D
It's Friday again and I'm off work...again. This one has been booked for weeks and despite having last Friday off, I was reluctant to give this one up so here I am. Monday was a bit of a train wreck but the rest of the working week wasn't bad at all.
On Wednesday, I left my desk to get the millionth coffee of the day and returned to find a small white feather on my chair, wonderful. I can imagine a certain someone laughing her socks off, (do you think they still wear socks?) at my amazement and I can't wait to see where she plants one next.
The girls in work have been talking non stop about Jillian Michaels (Biggest Loser US trainer,) 30 Day Shred DVD all week. Someones friend of a friend of a friends dog walker did it and went from a UK14 to a 10 in yep...30 days. Needless to say, everyone is ordering it. The workout is in three stages starting with stage one of course and getting progressively more difficult as you would expect. I decided that to lose so much in 30 days it must be a killer but I was wrong. I found stage one on YouTube and had a go. I was dreading the squats as I loath squats but it was the press ups that got me, each stage is only 20 minutes long by the way and had it not been for my string bean-esque arms shaking and hurting so much I would have made it through the twenty minutes. As it was, I bailed after 7 minutes. Next morning, I could feel it in my tush and legs a little and arms and shoulders a LOT, I could even feel it lifting my coffee cup! Pathetic I know, still, once the shoulders have come back to life, I'm going to build it into my routine, even if I only stick with the 7 minutes it's still 7 minutes more than now.
Slept great last night, woke early but could have actually turned over and slipped back into the arms of Morpheus for once but... I made myself get up and jog for an hour, felt great by the way then had coffee and a hot cross bun while I watched this woman doing Pilates on TV, she had the most incredibly long and streamlined limbs I've ever seen, note to self; get back to Pilates, you've been gone too long.
I'm still in the winter coat, woolly hat, itchy scarf and crepe soled heavy duty boots I wore when we were knee deep in snow. It is getting milder but it's still cold!
Still eating like a five year old left to their own devices. Had a blinding headache yesterday, the type were you can't see properly and couldn't decide if it was the lighting or caffeine or chocolate induced, either way, I really need to get a grip.
Filter coffee is no more, I'm off to recycle then home to iron, take pics for LH and maybe even garden a little. Love you x
In honour of Red Nose Day, I thought I'd share a one of my childhood favourites which seems to have stood the test of time. I love all the backstage gossip and apparently, Eric, the consummate professional, workaholic worrier was horrified that "Mr Preview" could not make rehearsals and instead just turned up on the day. "Mr Preview" got the joke from the start and acted out the sketch perfectly and brilliantly. I don't know how the three of them kept their faces straight but keep an eye on the orchestra.
On Wednesday, I left my desk to get the millionth coffee of the day and returned to find a small white feather on my chair, wonderful. I can imagine a certain someone laughing her socks off, (do you think they still wear socks?) at my amazement and I can't wait to see where she plants one next.
The girls in work have been talking non stop about Jillian Michaels (Biggest Loser US trainer,) 30 Day Shred DVD all week. Someones friend of a friend of a friends dog walker did it and went from a UK14 to a 10 in yep...30 days. Needless to say, everyone is ordering it. The workout is in three stages starting with stage one of course and getting progressively more difficult as you would expect. I decided that to lose so much in 30 days it must be a killer but I was wrong. I found stage one on YouTube and had a go. I was dreading the squats as I loath squats but it was the press ups that got me, each stage is only 20 minutes long by the way and had it not been for my string bean-esque arms shaking and hurting so much I would have made it through the twenty minutes. As it was, I bailed after 7 minutes. Next morning, I could feel it in my tush and legs a little and arms and shoulders a LOT, I could even feel it lifting my coffee cup! Pathetic I know, still, once the shoulders have come back to life, I'm going to build it into my routine, even if I only stick with the 7 minutes it's still 7 minutes more than now.
Slept great last night, woke early but could have actually turned over and slipped back into the arms of Morpheus for once but... I made myself get up and jog for an hour, felt great by the way then had coffee and a hot cross bun while I watched this woman doing Pilates on TV, she had the most incredibly long and streamlined limbs I've ever seen, note to self; get back to Pilates, you've been gone too long.
I'm still in the winter coat, woolly hat, itchy scarf and crepe soled heavy duty boots I wore when we were knee deep in snow. It is getting milder but it's still cold!
Still eating like a five year old left to their own devices. Had a blinding headache yesterday, the type were you can't see properly and couldn't decide if it was the lighting or caffeine or chocolate induced, either way, I really need to get a grip.
Filter coffee is no more, I'm off to recycle then home to iron, take pics for LH and maybe even garden a little. Love you x
In honour of Red Nose Day, I thought I'd share a one of my childhood favourites which seems to have stood the test of time. I love all the backstage gossip and apparently, Eric, the consummate professional, workaholic worrier was horrified that "Mr Preview" could not make rehearsals and instead just turned up on the day. "Mr Preview" got the joke from the start and acted out the sketch perfectly and brilliantly. I don't know how the three of them kept their faces straight but keep an eye on the orchestra.
Sunday, 13 March 2011
3rd Time Lucky?
I have just passed a team of huskies in training! They were pulling a four wheeled go-cart affair, how bizarre! Beautiful dogs though.
It was so lovely to talk to you and C last night even if I didn't have much uplifting news from this end!
And so to the continuing saga of the jewellery. I left here yesterday and headed for the jewellers, finally arrived after another hike up the high street, to discover the owner free from sales ladies and customers, at last. She did remember me speaking to her a couple of weeks ago and seemed to like everything I produced from my enormous organic cotton bag, but had no interest, (and seemingly no intention,) of stocking any of it. Really confusing signals from this woman. She decided it would be "best" if she took my number and got me to come in to meet with brides to be to make bespoke jewellery for them. Bearing in mind that she told me several times that the brides she gets in are planning a wedding on a shoe string, the two things don't seem to gel to me. If you want a bespoke service with made to measure jewellery to your specifications, doesn't really scream budget does it? Usually, if people want that sort of thing they expect to pay more not less.
Shop owner did tell me to try the bridal shop over the road which I did. She told me she was too busy to speak to me, (fair enough, it was Saturday and she did have three prospective brides riffling through the gowns in a frenzy), anyway, as I went to leave she asked if I could mail her some photos which I will do.
So, feeling a little deflated and ever so slightly crumpled around the edges, or I could just be hormonal. Not sure where to go from here.
Needless to say, I was totally unmotivated yesterday afternoon and very lazy, I only remembered around 7pm that I still needed to iron the bedding, I know what you're thinking but in my defence, it was just the pillow cases, can't stand creased pillow cases.
It must have rained solidly for fifteen or more hours but thankfully , as I drove here this morning, the rain faded away and the sun is now attempting to appear, there is even the merest hint of baby blue in the sky.
I slept great last night, woke early as usual but managed to nod for another hour, it really must take three days for the brain to disengage from work. Only ran for twenty minutes this morning then did five minutes of stretching and five minutes of Pilates, (badly.)
I'm here for ages this morning, I may even have to buy another coffee! I need to do a little shopping and of course the shops don't open until 11am, so here I am... unless I get evicted by the lovely staff.
There is an Australian expo on this coming weekend and I'm toying with the idea of attending, I was planning to go but I may wait and go to the one in the autumn instead, we'll see.
James Blunt has been quite upbeat of late providing us with some really catchy and happy toons but I'm secretly happy to report that his latest release; "If Time is all I Have" is a little melancholy and beautiful to boot, a little in the old style. This album seems to have a really lovely mix, I must get around to actually buying it!
Have a fabulous week, I'm off on Friday so may well be back here then x
It was so lovely to talk to you and C last night even if I didn't have much uplifting news from this end!
And so to the continuing saga of the jewellery. I left here yesterday and headed for the jewellers, finally arrived after another hike up the high street, to discover the owner free from sales ladies and customers, at last. She did remember me speaking to her a couple of weeks ago and seemed to like everything I produced from my enormous organic cotton bag, but had no interest, (and seemingly no intention,) of stocking any of it. Really confusing signals from this woman. She decided it would be "best" if she took my number and got me to come in to meet with brides to be to make bespoke jewellery for them. Bearing in mind that she told me several times that the brides she gets in are planning a wedding on a shoe string, the two things don't seem to gel to me. If you want a bespoke service with made to measure jewellery to your specifications, doesn't really scream budget does it? Usually, if people want that sort of thing they expect to pay more not less.
Shop owner did tell me to try the bridal shop over the road which I did. She told me she was too busy to speak to me, (fair enough, it was Saturday and she did have three prospective brides riffling through the gowns in a frenzy), anyway, as I went to leave she asked if I could mail her some photos which I will do.
So, feeling a little deflated and ever so slightly crumpled around the edges, or I could just be hormonal. Not sure where to go from here.
Needless to say, I was totally unmotivated yesterday afternoon and very lazy, I only remembered around 7pm that I still needed to iron the bedding, I know what you're thinking but in my defence, it was just the pillow cases, can't stand creased pillow cases.
It must have rained solidly for fifteen or more hours but thankfully , as I drove here this morning, the rain faded away and the sun is now attempting to appear, there is even the merest hint of baby blue in the sky.
I slept great last night, woke early as usual but managed to nod for another hour, it really must take three days for the brain to disengage from work. Only ran for twenty minutes this morning then did five minutes of stretching and five minutes of Pilates, (badly.)
I'm here for ages this morning, I may even have to buy another coffee! I need to do a little shopping and of course the shops don't open until 11am, so here I am... unless I get evicted by the lovely staff.
There is an Australian expo on this coming weekend and I'm toying with the idea of attending, I was planning to go but I may wait and go to the one in the autumn instead, we'll see.
James Blunt has been quite upbeat of late providing us with some really catchy and happy toons but I'm secretly happy to report that his latest release; "If Time is all I Have" is a little melancholy and beautiful to boot, a little in the old style. This album seems to have a really lovely mix, I must get around to actually buying it!
Have a fabulous week, I'm off on Friday so may well be back here then x
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Take Two
So, I leave here yesterday and take the countrified, daffodil lined road towards home. The daffs were so pretty and such a welcome sight. I digress... I drove up and down the high street several times before I found a parking space. Eventually parked, hiked my way up the high street because I'd parked on the border of the next village practically, only to find that the shop was closed. Sign on the door said opening times 9.30am - 4.30pm and it was 11 but no lights, no movement, shutters down. Do you think someone is trying to tell me something? I'm aiming for third time lucky today but if it's unsuccessful, I'm tempted to give up. (Don't worry, it'll wear off, I'm just having a dramatic moment for effect.) Funny though, my horoscope this week said something along the lines of; something you start this week will be successful but it will take time to grow and you must be patient. Sally Brompton knows me so well.
So I return home, unload the jewellery, (again,) and warm a bowl of barley soup. Note to self; don't buy that again... think it was the smell that put me off. J headed over to me in the afternoon then I drove us to Manchester. J wanted to visit Afflecks Palace, really is an Aladdin's cave in there and we must have been in the bead shop alone for over an hour. Can you imagine how excited J was? I chose some "wild heart" crystals to make some earrings, you know I need to trial the prototypes before unleashing to the public... it's only right ;)
When we eventually prized ourselves out of Afflecks and back into the pouring rain which had soaked us upon arrival, we were tempted into Debenhams new cafe, it looked so inviting from outside and a little glam with gorgeous light fittings, I'm a sucker for glam so we were tempted to give it a whirl, plus I was cold and ever so slightly soggy.
We spent a couple of minutes deciphering the board, I wasn't in the mood for a capp or a latte and the only option which remotely tempted me was "black coffee." I decided to ask the very nice assistant possibly the daftest question of the day; if I wanted a normal coffee, should I order the black and just add milk? Nice assistant must have been asked a million times already because she just smiled and nodded. Can I suggest they change the sign? Coffee was really nice btw.
It must be two years at least since I've been to Manchester city centre and it's looking good! Lots of changes but all for the better, we'll be going back again soon no doubt.
While out and about, we noticed a cross dresser out with his friends, couldn't help but notice to be honest because he really stood out, but good on him, he's being true to himself. You know those striking men like RuPaul and you just think, wow... super model! Beatuiful skin, hair, features? Well... he wasn't like that. He was in his fifties, terrible dress sense, ill fitting clothes, cheap wig... he still looked better than me.
Before heading home, we ate in Wagamama's, absolutely gorgeous and had, duck dumplings, edamame and yaki soba...again. Always think I'm going to try something new but it's just too good. Our waiter, Matcheck (sp?) was lovely and tried to convince us to return for Sunday lunch. Shattered by the time I'd driven home, well past my bedtime but worth it. Off to the jewellers now... to be continued.
So I return home, unload the jewellery, (again,) and warm a bowl of barley soup. Note to self; don't buy that again... think it was the smell that put me off. J headed over to me in the afternoon then I drove us to Manchester. J wanted to visit Afflecks Palace, really is an Aladdin's cave in there and we must have been in the bead shop alone for over an hour. Can you imagine how excited J was? I chose some "wild heart" crystals to make some earrings, you know I need to trial the prototypes before unleashing to the public... it's only right ;)
When we eventually prized ourselves out of Afflecks and back into the pouring rain which had soaked us upon arrival, we were tempted into Debenhams new cafe, it looked so inviting from outside and a little glam with gorgeous light fittings, I'm a sucker for glam so we were tempted to give it a whirl, plus I was cold and ever so slightly soggy.
We spent a couple of minutes deciphering the board, I wasn't in the mood for a capp or a latte and the only option which remotely tempted me was "black coffee." I decided to ask the very nice assistant possibly the daftest question of the day; if I wanted a normal coffee, should I order the black and just add milk? Nice assistant must have been asked a million times already because she just smiled and nodded. Can I suggest they change the sign? Coffee was really nice btw.
It must be two years at least since I've been to Manchester city centre and it's looking good! Lots of changes but all for the better, we'll be going back again soon no doubt.
While out and about, we noticed a cross dresser out with his friends, couldn't help but notice to be honest because he really stood out, but good on him, he's being true to himself. You know those striking men like RuPaul and you just think, wow... super model! Beatuiful skin, hair, features? Well... he wasn't like that. He was in his fifties, terrible dress sense, ill fitting clothes, cheap wig... he still looked better than me.
Before heading home, we ate in Wagamama's, absolutely gorgeous and had, duck dumplings, edamame and yaki soba...again. Always think I'm going to try something new but it's just too good. Our waiter, Matcheck (sp?) was lovely and tried to convince us to return for Sunday lunch. Shattered by the time I'd driven home, well past my bedtime but worth it. Off to the jewellers now... to be continued.
Friday, 11 March 2011
Happy Friday :)
I can't tell you how much I was looking forward to writing to you today because it's Friday and I can for once! Last Monday arrived and I felt dreadful, totally un-mended by the weekend and couldn't bear the thought of another five days before I could have time to breath again, sleep again and attempt to recharge. My boss must have been feeling generous/guilty because she agreed and so here I am!
Work has been trying again this week but not without it's funny moments, you know how technically challenged I am? I was fighting with a spreadsheet on Tuesday and eventually enlisted the help of a member of my team, we'll call him "David" to protect the innocent. "David" was extremely helpful, fixed spreadsheet and showed me how to do the same, great. Wednesday arrived, spreadsheet was uncooperative again, I couldn't remember what David had shown me and now David was off for the day. Thursday arrived and someone asked me if I'd fixed the spreadsheet and I said no, I was waiting for David's magic hands. Can't really explain the shade of red I turned, everyone thought my embarrassment was hysterical, thankfully that included "David."
The colleague that sits next to me has just returned from maternity leave. She starts work around noon and I love seeing her arrive, she's bright and bubbly and makes my last few hours whizz by when I'm actually starting to flag a little. L has baby brain and I have the actual or equivalent of early onset Altzeimers so you can imagine some of the conversations we have, weirdly though, we actually always know what the other is talking about.
District Manager Carol has just come over to give me a hug hello, have a general chat and ask me what I write every time I'm in here as the curiosity is killing her so I've just explained. Apparently, a regular has asked too, I should have kept them guessing shouldn't I!?
Left work early yesterday to take bridal gorgeousness to jewellers to see if they'd like to stock. Arrived at 4pm only to find another jewellery supplier in the shop with wears absolutely everywhere, nothing like LH but still, nerves were bad enough plus shop is tiny weeny, if I was so inclined, I wouldn't be able to swing a cat around in there. Didn't want to hover and interrupt business so opted to come back later. So, I'm waiting outside in the freezing cold with the wind ripping through me for twenty five minutes when I notice the opening times on the door, there is only five minutes until closing time. With five minutes to spare I stepped back in, original sales woman is still in there so I abandoned the mission and asked if they were open the same on Friday and promptly left but not without knocking nine boxed pens off the shelf and onto the floor on my way out, told you it was tiny. Really couldn't have gone worse or been more of a disaster but today is another day and after here, I'll be heading back to the jewellers.
Watched Grey's Anatomy last night, I'm going to assume you're still not watching it despite me telling you constantly that you must, so you'll have no idea what I'm talking about next but I'm going to tell you anyway. Christina, who is still traumatised after the shooting and unable to perform surgery, was taken fishing by Derek, (Meredith's husband, Meredith is Christina's best friend and a neurosurgeon.) Anyhoo, apart from having some really funny scenes, (love Sandra Oh,) the fishing scenes transported me way back to going fishing with George. Not sure how old I was, maybe ten? I would be down at the caravan for the weekend or maybe the week if it was the school holidays. George would have been up from a very early hour and being a light sleeper, I was always the next to wake. Off we'd trek over the dewy field to the banks of the River Dee where we would sit quietly and fish. I say fish, George would fish, I would sit on a boulder and watch him fish and the dark, cold water rush by with hardly a sound. I don't remember him ever actually catching anything on those occasions but I do remember how tranquil it was. It's a happy memory I haven't thought of for ages but I'm glad it popped back into my mind, they say we've forgotten more than we remember, I've no doubt this is true.
Absolutely adore Adele's; "Someone Like You," she has such a beautiful voice and is truly gifted, think she'll be around musically for a long time.
Slept well last night, ran for an hour this morning then logged on to hear the news about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. The news footage is shocking, just seeing that unstoppable wall of water raging forward is amazing and terrifying. I hear Pacific Basin is on tsunami alert so I'll keep checking for an update.
I feel totally in a rut this week work wise but everyone is in the same boat. Latest cuts are public servant pensions, everyone will need to pay more in and work longer to get less out in retirement. I need a new plan so put your thinking cap on and let me have some ideas. I'll probably need to re-train so feel free to think outside the box, I'm open to anything, yoga teacher, plumber, botanist? Not even sure what a botanist is but willing to learn! Even thought this week about returning to you know where but I remember the long hours and they are not appealing. Long hours are OK as long as it's for something you enjoy.
Anyway, within the hour, hopefully I'll have had some good feedback on the jewellery! PS...spell checker uncooperative so please forgive mistakes again x
Work has been trying again this week but not without it's funny moments, you know how technically challenged I am? I was fighting with a spreadsheet on Tuesday and eventually enlisted the help of a member of my team, we'll call him "David" to protect the innocent. "David" was extremely helpful, fixed spreadsheet and showed me how to do the same, great. Wednesday arrived, spreadsheet was uncooperative again, I couldn't remember what David had shown me and now David was off for the day. Thursday arrived and someone asked me if I'd fixed the spreadsheet and I said no, I was waiting for David's magic hands. Can't really explain the shade of red I turned, everyone thought my embarrassment was hysterical, thankfully that included "David."
The colleague that sits next to me has just returned from maternity leave. She starts work around noon and I love seeing her arrive, she's bright and bubbly and makes my last few hours whizz by when I'm actually starting to flag a little. L has baby brain and I have the actual or equivalent of early onset Altzeimers so you can imagine some of the conversations we have, weirdly though, we actually always know what the other is talking about.
District Manager Carol has just come over to give me a hug hello, have a general chat and ask me what I write every time I'm in here as the curiosity is killing her so I've just explained. Apparently, a regular has asked too, I should have kept them guessing shouldn't I!?
Left work early yesterday to take bridal gorgeousness to jewellers to see if they'd like to stock. Arrived at 4pm only to find another jewellery supplier in the shop with wears absolutely everywhere, nothing like LH but still, nerves were bad enough plus shop is tiny weeny, if I was so inclined, I wouldn't be able to swing a cat around in there. Didn't want to hover and interrupt business so opted to come back later. So, I'm waiting outside in the freezing cold with the wind ripping through me for twenty five minutes when I notice the opening times on the door, there is only five minutes until closing time. With five minutes to spare I stepped back in, original sales woman is still in there so I abandoned the mission and asked if they were open the same on Friday and promptly left but not without knocking nine boxed pens off the shelf and onto the floor on my way out, told you it was tiny. Really couldn't have gone worse or been more of a disaster but today is another day and after here, I'll be heading back to the jewellers.
Watched Grey's Anatomy last night, I'm going to assume you're still not watching it despite me telling you constantly that you must, so you'll have no idea what I'm talking about next but I'm going to tell you anyway. Christina, who is still traumatised after the shooting and unable to perform surgery, was taken fishing by Derek, (Meredith's husband, Meredith is Christina's best friend and a neurosurgeon.) Anyhoo, apart from having some really funny scenes, (love Sandra Oh,) the fishing scenes transported me way back to going fishing with George. Not sure how old I was, maybe ten? I would be down at the caravan for the weekend or maybe the week if it was the school holidays. George would have been up from a very early hour and being a light sleeper, I was always the next to wake. Off we'd trek over the dewy field to the banks of the River Dee where we would sit quietly and fish. I say fish, George would fish, I would sit on a boulder and watch him fish and the dark, cold water rush by with hardly a sound. I don't remember him ever actually catching anything on those occasions but I do remember how tranquil it was. It's a happy memory I haven't thought of for ages but I'm glad it popped back into my mind, they say we've forgotten more than we remember, I've no doubt this is true.
Absolutely adore Adele's; "Someone Like You," she has such a beautiful voice and is truly gifted, think she'll be around musically for a long time.
Slept well last night, ran for an hour this morning then logged on to hear the news about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. The news footage is shocking, just seeing that unstoppable wall of water raging forward is amazing and terrifying. I hear Pacific Basin is on tsunami alert so I'll keep checking for an update.
I feel totally in a rut this week work wise but everyone is in the same boat. Latest cuts are public servant pensions, everyone will need to pay more in and work longer to get less out in retirement. I need a new plan so put your thinking cap on and let me have some ideas. I'll probably need to re-train so feel free to think outside the box, I'm open to anything, yoga teacher, plumber, botanist? Not even sure what a botanist is but willing to learn! Even thought this week about returning to you know where but I remember the long hours and they are not appealing. Long hours are OK as long as it's for something you enjoy.
Anyway, within the hour, hopefully I'll have had some good feedback on the jewellery! PS...spell checker uncooperative so please forgive mistakes again x
Sunday, 6 March 2011
Marbles Anyone?
I always feel like Sunday afternoon is my time to gather up my marbles and take a deep breath before I launch into another week in which my marbles will, one by one be slowly scattered.
We are, once again under heavy grey cloud so, no sign or hope of taking photos of the jewellery in sparkling sunshine, I have however just been told that I'm looking very sparkly today, if only Mr Regular owned a jewellery emporium. Still, despite the lack of sunshine, I need to take some pics of a "Mummy & Me" bracelet set and attempt to get them on the website.
My battle with technology continues. You may notice that the personal slideshow is working again, (finally,) but I've also been fighting with the LoveHarlow site all week without the same luck, I've been trying to upload a new movie but it's not cooperating at all.
So, this afternoon I need to; vaccuum, (desperately,) take pics, phone to check on people, fight with various websites, and approach a few more places about you know what before I dissolve into Bondi Rescue and a bit of sunshine, even if it is via the TV, I'll take my synthetic vitamin D where I can get it.
Currently loving; Bondi Rescue, (as if you didn't know,) Grey's Anatomy, (I want to be creator/writer Shonda Rhimes when I grow up,) Hawaii Five-O, Blue Bloods, (surely only a matter of time before it's award winning), Phil Down Under and Modern Family.
I'm just going to rifle through the M&S home catalog now while I finish my filter, jealous much? Love you x
We are, once again under heavy grey cloud so, no sign or hope of taking photos of the jewellery in sparkling sunshine, I have however just been told that I'm looking very sparkly today, if only Mr Regular owned a jewellery emporium. Still, despite the lack of sunshine, I need to take some pics of a "Mummy & Me" bracelet set and attempt to get them on the website.
My battle with technology continues. You may notice that the personal slideshow is working again, (finally,) but I've also been fighting with the LoveHarlow site all week without the same luck, I've been trying to upload a new movie but it's not cooperating at all.
So, this afternoon I need to; vaccuum, (desperately,) take pics, phone to check on people, fight with various websites, and approach a few more places about you know what before I dissolve into Bondi Rescue and a bit of sunshine, even if it is via the TV, I'll take my synthetic vitamin D where I can get it.
Currently loving; Bondi Rescue, (as if you didn't know,) Grey's Anatomy, (I want to be creator/writer Shonda Rhimes when I grow up,) Hawaii Five-O, Blue Bloods, (surely only a matter of time before it's award winning), Phil Down Under and Modern Family.
I'm just going to rifle through the M&S home catalog now while I finish my filter, jealous much? Love you x
Signs
I love finding white feathers in unexpected places. I always look upon these little white gifts as "hello's" from the much missed, they are perhaps tiny white indicators that they popped in to say "hi", "remember me?" or, "are you ok?"
This morning, as I suddenly realised I was a little behind schedule, I grabbed my ring from the night stand without looking and roughly jammed it on the middle finger of my left hand then carried on reaching for earrings, Pandora, socks. Seconds later, for some reason I peered at my left hand and slowly unfurled my fingers to reveal in the palm of my hand, one, slightly dishevelled small white feather, the tail of which was tucked into the band of my ring.
I find it quite amusing to look for the logic in these feathers, they are not quite so thrilling to find on the walk between the car and work as there are pigeons and gulls gallore in that area. I still acknowlege them though, I would hate to think of anyone's efforts, (other than the birds,) going unrecognised but, when you find them in your car, in your sink, attached to your jumper or in the palm of your hand... Try as I might to apply logic and reason, even the cynic in me sometimes has to accept the unexplainable, stop looking for answers, and just say; "Hi!"
This morning, as I suddenly realised I was a little behind schedule, I grabbed my ring from the night stand without looking and roughly jammed it on the middle finger of my left hand then carried on reaching for earrings, Pandora, socks. Seconds later, for some reason I peered at my left hand and slowly unfurled my fingers to reveal in the palm of my hand, one, slightly dishevelled small white feather, the tail of which was tucked into the band of my ring.
I find it quite amusing to look for the logic in these feathers, they are not quite so thrilling to find on the walk between the car and work as there are pigeons and gulls gallore in that area. I still acknowlege them though, I would hate to think of anyone's efforts, (other than the birds,) going unrecognised but, when you find them in your car, in your sink, attached to your jumper or in the palm of your hand... Try as I might to apply logic and reason, even the cynic in me sometimes has to accept the unexplainable, stop looking for answers, and just say; "Hi!"
Saturday, 5 March 2011
March Hair?
I noticed two silver grey hairs behind me this week, to clarify, they are attached to the back of my head and not of the long eared rabbit variety. I'm not sure what shocked me the most, the fact that I seem to be skipping the greying stage and going straight to glistening silver or the fact that they are about 12 inches long!
Driving home yesterday, I was wondering what the weird sensation was that I was feeling all along my right arm, the right side of my face and my right ear. After a short while, I realised it was "warmth". There was finally a timid heat in the sun and it was penetrating my woollen winter coat, not long now until the coat is off, washed, and away until next winter! Maybe I can finally even prise off my boots, who knows?
Wish me luck for Thursday? I'm taking tons of bridal gorgeousness to a jewellers to see if they would like to stock.
Woke before 4am this morning, brain must not have realised I had the day off today. Had toast with marmalade, black coffee then jogged for an hour.
Work is pretty dire, it's been confirmed that this time next year I'll be applying for my own job, scary stuff, of course to quote Del Boy, this time next year, we could be millionaires.
Driving home yesterday, I was wondering what the weird sensation was that I was feeling all along my right arm, the right side of my face and my right ear. After a short while, I realised it was "warmth". There was finally a timid heat in the sun and it was penetrating my woollen winter coat, not long now until the coat is off, washed, and away until next winter! Maybe I can finally even prise off my boots, who knows?
Wish me luck for Thursday? I'm taking tons of bridal gorgeousness to a jewellers to see if they would like to stock.
Woke before 4am this morning, brain must not have realised I had the day off today. Had toast with marmalade, black coffee then jogged for an hour.
Work is pretty dire, it's been confirmed that this time next year I'll be applying for my own job, scary stuff, of course to quote Del Boy, this time next year, we could be millionaires.
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