| well, long time no post!!! |
[27 Sep 2007|12:25pm] |
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It's all been a little crazy to be honest. Everything changing with life and job and new/old friends and LOTS of poetry. Funny how living with someone other than your family seems to absorb all of your time.
News in brief - got a car, things all great at home with Kev, still with council although going to be employed directly by them rather than agency soon, things going much better with mum, made lots of new friends, caught up with lots of old ones, still writing most days and reading lots, older brother bought house with girlfriend and very happy, younger brother still a numpty, leah moved to Germany for a nannying job and hasn't been deported yet, grandma moved to local town so visiting lots...that's about it. I think. With lots of other stuff in between...
Hope everyone is well!!! Keep in touch.
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| Ok I admit it... |
[06 Jun 2007|05:11pm] |
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...I'm a chicken. I couldn't face going to mum's and took the cowards way out by texting my sister and telling her I had to be at home because the builder was coming to do some work and Kev's not here. I'll go next week when I have back-up.
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| long weekend |
[05 Jun 2007|12:02pm] |
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This is going to be a fairly long post so I’ll put the important bit at the beginning and then once you’ve read that you can scroll on past if you wish lol. I was sent a particularly chilling email today and I have no idea if it’s true or not, but if it is then this is a warning to all ladies living in the UK. Apparently there is some new scam running where people are being approached in car parks and petrol stations by people purporting to sell named brands of perfume at knock-down prices. They can be very persistent and at some point in the conversation they will ask you to smell one of the perfumes. If this happens to you DO NOT SMELL THE PERFUME. Get away as fast as you can and call the police. They’re not sure what’s in the bottles but suspect it is some sort of ether as the few people that have sniffed the bottles have passed out and had their cars, jewellery, handbags and any other valuables stolen. As I said, I have no idea if it is true or not but figured I should pass the message on just in case. I don’t think it is ether unless they give you enough to make you dizzy/nauseous and then hold more over your airways while you’re incapacitated but there are many drugs out there that could knock you out without too much trouble. Please be careful. Apparently it’s happened at Tesco stores in Ulster and Cardiff while people have been loading up their shopping. Enough with the serious stuff and onto my news! I went to the most amazing wedding EVER on Saturday. It was awesome. If I ever get married I want a wedding just like it. The couple are really alternative and had clearly decided that they wanted to be true to themselves instead of bowing to tradition and I was glad I went. I got invited because the bride is Kev’s cousin and they all wanted to meet me lol. She looked absolutely radiant in a pastel green dress that was so delicate and faerie-like it might as well have been constructed out of whispers. It was gorgeous. The bridesmaids were all in electric blue and the cake was a three-tier death by chocolate-style affair sprinkled with little blue and green flowers to match the colour theme. They held it at an eco centre in the middle of nowhere where all the buildings are built out of natural products and are surrounded by acres and acres of meadow. They’d put up a marquee in the courtyard between the barns with a stage at one end and lit by fantastic papier mache shapes with silver swirls on holding tealights. There was a circus troupe there performing all over the place and after dark they did a fire show that was just spectacular to watch. There was a group of belly-dancers doing what I gather were traditional Bedouin marriage dances (not as fast or wobbly as the greek stuff lol), there was live music all night and the bands were really good – the first song was actually written for the married couple by friends of theirs which was really sweet. The dress code was wellies which made the Ceilidh difficult but hugely amusing lol. The food was fabulous too – in fact that was my only criticism of the whole event: there was so much to try but it was all served between 7pm and 9pm so I was too full to sample some of everything and it was a shame. I wanted to try it all. There were hog and beef roasts, a curry bar, a cold buffet and a mackerel bake followed by about 500 different types of cake!! It was lush. I was very sad when we had to leave at midnight as they were all moving out to the yurt in the field after the live bands finished. I’d have happily stayed longer – it was a truly magical night. The only downside to it was meeting Kev’s entire extended family. I thought mine was big until I met his – his dad is one of 11!!! Don’t get me wrong, they were lovely and very pleased to meet me. The issue was that I was very clearly being sized up as the next Mrs Thomas and it was quite uncomfortable. After the fourth time someone had winked at us with the sentence “it’ll be you two next then!” Kev looked about ready to kill himself, and I was forever turning round to catch the women gazing at me with that measuring stare. They even discussed what a nice person I was with his mum right in front of me and said it’s a shame I’m English but they could overlook that given how wonderful I am in all other respects (!?!?) Very, very scary. The other issue I’m currently worrying about is my mother. I really don’t know what to do. I’ve sort of been hoodwinked into going to stay on Friday night and I really don’t want to go, given that the last time I spent an hour with her it took Kev two hours to stop me crying. Problem is, it all centres around Leah wanting me to go stay because it’s the only time she’ll get to see me and while I don’t want to not see her, I really don’t think I could cope. It’s also been deliberately engineered for a weekend that Kev is away which makes it worse. She refused to let us stop by two weeks ago to pick up my mail because she was too busy to see us, but now suddenly she’s in a hurry to see me and I couldn’t figure out why until Kev’s mum pointed out that she was trying to get me on my own without Kevin there. I think she’s right but the only reason I can think of for her wanting to do that is to lay into me about the money, and I really don’t want that particular argument right now. I asked Kev his opinion and he said something that scared me even more. After his usual colourful words he said that he didn’t want me going there when I didn’t have an escape route, and he’s right. If he’s away for the weekend in North Wales, if the worst should happen and mum and I have a screaming row I’ll be stuck there with no way to get home and I’ll be at her mercy all night. Not only that but if I come home in a complete state on Saturday (which is more than likely) he won’t be there to pick up the pieces and I’ll be stewing on my own until he gets home on Sunday night. Kev’s mum said she could engineer a family disaster or some-such that requires my presence in Solva, but if mum sees through it, which she will, it will only make things worse. I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to just get it over and done with and get on with my life, but on the other hand I really need Kev’s support in this and I don’t want to have this argument until he’s here to give me a cuddle afterwards and make it all better. Any thoughts/advice would be appreciated!
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| good day-bad day |
[31 May 2007|12:03pm] |
I am, as yet, undecided as to whether today is a good day or a bad day. It started bad in that I woke up at 5:45am this morning and was unable to go back to sleep and consequently feel like using my keyboard as a pillow. Kev seems to think it's because I don't have a clock by the bed and he's probably right. I lie there and worry that I've missed the alarm going off and I'm going to be late for work because I can't judge the time and then I have to get up to check by which time I've totally lost any chance of a return to Nod. So he's digging me out an adaptor from the understairs cupboard of DOOOOM so I can have my phone on my bedside table. Genius.
It then turned good in that I was looking in the mirror and I said to Kev that I couldn't understand how I'd put on weight yesterday when I feel so much slimmer and he said it was because I'd changed shape. He's right. I've lost the little podgy bit on the front of my stomach and sort of curved out at the sides so I have an even rounded tummy lol. Not sure which I prefer to be honest.
It followed on well when I got my PI's at work. We have all sorts of targets as to time periods in which invoices can go out and stuff. I'm currently running at 99% and the other 1% was stuff out of my control. This cheered me up immensely. I think it was the best score in the department and it's seriously pissed on everyone's fireworks lol. It's one up over all the office girls bitching that I'm just a temp and can't do the job :)
So if I manage to get through the rest of the day without breaking anything or spilling any drinks then it's 2:1 good to bad. Lovely :)
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[31 May 2007|08:59am] |
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One still hasn't figured out the mystery of how all my eye pencils came to be melted yesterday morning having spent the night in a room like a fridge with the heating off. It's most curious. I did consider calling in paranormal investigators but decided it may be easier just to find a pencil sharpener.
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| well |
[30 May 2007|12:20pm] |
I was going to bitch about what a bad week I'm having but then I read Andy's post and suddenly my day wasn't so bad after all. I guess it's all relative.
Yesterday I was responsible for the demise of the photocopier. I don't know what happened but according to the technician I'd somehow managed to reprogram it which is why pressing reset 25 times didn't work. Less than an hour later the technician had to return because I'd killed the fax machine with the same bunch of paperwork I'd killed the photocopier with. Oops. Then I managed to spill a fresh mug of tea all over my desk, my keyboard, my mobile phone, myself and every piece of paper in a 2 mile radius of county hall. But, my crowning achievement of yesterday was causing Kev two hours of heart-attack-style panic when I jokingly sent him a message telling him to sell the car because I'd seen this gorgeous ring - 2 carat square-cut diamond set in platinum, it's so stunning I had a total gollum moment outside the jewellers. I meant for my birthday next month. He thought I meant something else entirely. He then got even more offended when he told me what he'd thought and I'd just howled with laughter until I cried. Apparently my assumption that he is not the marrying type is entirely wrong lol. That shut me up fairly sharpish.
After that I thought to myself that today couldn't possibly be any worse. Oh how wrong I was.
6:30am - Woke up half hour before alarm and couldn't go back to sleep.
7.05am - Accidentally put both lenses in the same eye while half asleep and then couldn't find one.
7.46am - realised I hadn't made lunch for the day and decided not to bother because I wasn't in the mood.
8.14am - Downed breakfast in bid to rush for bus when Kev appears to say he'll take me to work and crazy running around had all been totally pointless.
8.32am - Spent 10 minutes standing in the rain trying (and failing) to shut the bloody door which had swelled and wouldn't lock.
8.43am - Gave up and decided I didn't give a toss if the house got robbed.
9.03am - Discovered I've put on 3/4 of a pound at slimming club despite feeling thinner and being good last week.
9.17am - Had my first argument of the day with a social worker.
10.28am - Had my second argument of the day with a social worker.
11.34am - Had my third argument of the day, howled at my monitor in despair and went to hide in the toilets until lunch time.
12.10pm - Went to gaze at the pretty diamonds in the jewellers and contemplated sending another joking text to Kev...
And so stands my day. Please god let there be no more destruction of mechanical items. I may be forced to cry.
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| the weekend. |
[29 May 2007|12:23pm] |
So, after my hormonal tantrum of thursday night you can understand my righteous fury upon being picked up friday afternoon to discover that not only was the car not packed, he hadn't even started on his bag!!! Two hours of swearing and refusal to cuddle followed and he finally gave in when his mother agreed with me that he'd been out of order. He made nice for the rest of the evening and all was frogiven.
Had a lovely time at various birthday parties over the weekend and did far too much walking around to various places. Unfortunately for me I was very ill. The headache got worse and the nausea was almost constant for most of the weekend. I spent the majority of saturday and sunday in bed because I'm currently experiencing what feels like absolute bone-deep exhaustion. It's most bizarre. Halfway through the pack now - hopefully it'll get better soon.
Ended up watching the most utterly car-crash tv last night - you know the sort: so terrible you just can't look away out of sheer gruesome fascination. It was called desperate virgins and it was about these middle-aged people that had never had sex and were out on a mission to get laid. I just couldn't believe the stuff they were doing, and more than that I couldn't understand why they were doing it on national tv!!!!! This one woman was 43 years old and had decided to hire a male escort to get it over and done with but she had this totally weird relationship with her sister who was trying to explain sex toys etc to her. So when this woman finally booked the night she asked if she could use her sisters bed because she wasn't comfortable having a stranger in her house!!!! It was gross! That's like asking my sister if I couold bring a random guy home to shag in her bed!! I was so creeped out by that I had to turn it off lol, but not before the strange man with sticks hired a prosti...ahem...female escort and they filmed him in bed after the act all smiling and blissed out lol. Sick tv. The only one I felt sorry for was the 29 year old because even his mum told him he must be desperate LOL. At least he now has a healthy appetite for porn :)
Oh dear, time to go back to work...
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| Will it work? |
[29 May 2007|08:51am] |
Tried posting this on friday and it wouldn't let me!
I had the most peculiar dream last night. Kim and I had gone to visit this crazy house to see the bats and there were too many bathrooms with whole walls of light switches. We were there for hours wandering round looking at all the weird stuff and then we went outside to the courtyard and there was a bunch of people in these changing rooms in the middle of the garden modelling clothes from the dark ages. They asked us if we wanted to try some on too, and knowing what a sucker I am for velvet gowns it’s not really surprising that I jumped at the chance. I’d seen this gorgeous one in cream and scarlet. So we were handed armfuls of dresses and bundled some stairs into these static changing rooms where they said they’d come fetch us in a bit and Kim cheerfully wandered off to change but I was desperate for the loo and although there was a toilet there I couldn’t find any toilet roll. Finally remembered I had tissues in my bag and eventually started getting changed except I wasn’t ready when they came to get me. So off they trolled with Kim while I was rushed into the gown and then they marched me into the forest. Turned out they were some strange cult and the forest was full of people in clothes from the dark ages and there was this bloke there holding a baby and he was crying because another bloke standing on a tump was telling him he couldn’t have it christened because since his wife had died they didn’t allow single parents to have christened babies. The only way he could get the kid consecrated was to get remarried and if there were volunteers for the position then God would forever smile on them. The next thing, there’s Kim striding through the forest resplendent in a sky blue and sunshine yellow frock declaring that she’ll marry him and save the baby (?!?!) – the heroine of the hour lol. I was so astonished I woke myself up so I didn’t get to see the wedding, which is a shame. Very weird. I’ve had a lot of dreams about babies and red velvet dresses this last week. Two nights ago I had a dream that I was a wicked sorceress trying to steal baby Dylan from my friends Nik and Ayd and I was dressed in a gorgeous scarlet cloak and circe and anyone that tried to stop me I turned into stone. Freud would have a field day. I’m sure it’s just because of my hormones. Remind me never to change my pill again – I don’t think I could go through this for another time. I’ve been mood-swinging outrageously and having bizarre dreams. I’ve been nauseous constantly for the last four days and had this strange dull ache in the left side of my head but at the same time I’m just hungry ALL the time. Even porridge doesn’t fill me up any more. I’m hoping it’ll pass. I’m only a week into it and I remember having this sort of thing last time I changed although I don’t recall it being so severe. We’ll see. I only changed because the last one made me put on so much weight and this one is supposed to be better, although going by the hunger I can’t see that it’s going to work. I’ve been so out of sorts I threw a complete wobbly at Kev last night because we were in bed and he said he didn’t want to get up and drive me to work this morning right after he told me I had to pack a bag to go down to Solva straight from work. I was annoyed because it means I have to leave the house a half hour early to catch the bus and therefore didn’t have time to fart about packing bags etc so I called him all sorts of things, including lazy lol, and he had to promise to sort out the washing and pack the car and organise the ironing pile before I let him give me a cuddle. And he got a strop this morning because I didn’t have time for breakfast before I left lol. I was so hungry by the time I got to work I was starting to feel sick again so I rushed in, ran up three flights of stairs, hit the power switch on my computer and headed straight for the kitchen with my sachet of porridge! Followed by a cereal bar and four pieces of fruit. I’m going to be the size of a house. I know it.
So that was fridays post. Will probably update later with things that happened over the weekend :)
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| Urg. It's monday morning. |
[21 May 2007|08:43am] |
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Had a lovely weekend - caught up with some people that I haven't spoken to for a very long time. Did the Tesco shop on Saturday, went shopping with Kev's parents on Sunday and still managed to actually get stuff done in the house! It's a sign of how depressingly domesticated I have become that I went to bed a happy bunny last night because I'd managed to hoover up all the sock fluff from the bedroom... The bathroom is a mess though. I've given up on it. After I cleaned it until it was gleaming last week it was nice and sparkly for all of 2 days and now it's filthy again. The window was never opened by the previous tenants so every time it gets opened now it sprinkles everything with crumbled foam bits and moss. And despite several washes, Kev's new towels are still coating everything within a 5 mile radius in blue fluff. *sigh* A womans work is never done.
So after all that I went to bed, had a nice long warm cuddle and dropped blissfully into sleep only to have the most horrific nightmares that woke me up at half 6 this morning. I lay for half an hour thinking about them before deciding enough was enough and getting up to make breakfast. At 7am. On a monday morning. What on earth is the world coming to???? Having said that because I was up early I had a lift into work this morning instead of catching the bus which is nice, and also is why I'm posting at this time of morning lol. I'm not enough fo a masochist to want to start work on monday morning at half eight.
I still can't believe I stood up to my mother last week. *grins*. She's been hassling and hassling about this application form for grandma and I just didn't have time to do it. I've had to bring it in today though - we've only got 21 days from the arrival of the letter to appeal the decision so I need to have a read through the bumpf to see if they've been fair.
I've also brought in my latest book to work on in my lunch break which I'm really pleased about. It's about time I started doing something constructive and I've missed writing so much. All I need to do is find out where the USB port is on this damn computer. I feel some rummaging around underneath the desk may be in order...
Oh well, had best ready myself for work.
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| Pillow talk. |
[18 May 2007|12:40pm] |
So, we were lying in bed last night and Kev said to me "You're very quiet. What are you thinking about?" To which I replied, naturally, "Gene therapy." Lol, he said "What?" as though I was crazy so I repeated it. "What the hell is gene therapy?" He demanded and I smiled. "It's the future of medicine." I declared cheerfully. "Don't worry, go to sleep and I'll explain it in the morning." As if...
It started with a memory. One day Stuart asked me for a joke how I'd go about curing cancer. It wasn't so funny when he got a lecture on retroviral technology and gene splicing and funnily enough (this is a lo it came to pass moment btw) that is exactly the direction cancer medicine has taken now - gene therapy. The thing is, I genuinely feel that, were a cure for cancer within my grasp, there are serious ethical and moral issues to take into account. Imagine the world if noone ever died? It would be a living breathing hell. Serious overpopulation would crash economies the world over. Aside from that, nature has a funny way of keeping the population down. Look at MRSA - we came up with antibiotics to kill bacteria and nature came up with one that was resistant. Look at Africa - the WHO decided to eradicate smallpox and threw millions at it, eventually succeeding, and out of the ashes of smallpox rose AIDS, an even bigger killer causing a vast pandemic. Who is to say that if we cured cancer an even bigger and nastier disease wouldn't take it's place?
The thought that naturally followed was what you could do with gene therapy if not cure cancer and the results were troubling. How easy it would be to play God. Find the gene that codes for pheromone proteins and you could make virtually anyone fall in love with you if you knew their receptors. You could actually give people compromised genes to cause cancer. You could make people infertile. It is the future. And it's very VERY frightening.
No wonder I had such twisted and awful dreams last night.
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