This is my first time joining in with this particular meme but you know what, I am actually feeling pretty cheerful so thought I would share some happiness rather than my usual angst/gloom/can't-believe-I-just-did-that-I-am-such-a-rubbish-mum-ness. So here are my reasons to be cheerful this week. 1. Crafty Crafty I have just bought my first ever sewing machine and I am loving it. Now I am not generally the domesticated type but now W is getting bigger I am finding that I want to do more and more craft activities with him, especially when the weather isn't great. Sewing is honestly ...
The Morning After
So last night the Olympic ceremony came to a pretty jubilant close. And what a finish. Today I feel somewhat bereft. I really don't watch a lot of sport on TV these days. I love the boxing but it is generally on way too late for me. The golf and the tennis, *yawns*, are always on in our house as Mr B is an avid fan and I find them quite therapeutic. Other than these and some of the more high profile footie matches that's about my limit. So, I really didn't think the Olympics would have much of an impact on me. How wrong was I. I have loved it. Every minute. I became ...
Lost Voice
Today I lost my voice. Not entirely. I know where it is. It just doesn't want to come out easily, not without a great deal of croaking coaxing. It may have something to do with spending most of Saturday standing outside in the rain awaiting the arrival of Mr Bruce Springsteen in Hyde Park. So yes it was definitely worth it. Anyway, since losing said voice it made me realise something. I talk A LOT. Really I talk LOADS and LOADS. And it is really frustrating that now I can't do it very well. Or without it hurting. It was suggested by one of my favourite fellow bloggers that ...
Why?
ANOTHER tag! Whoop. This time courtesy of her loveliness, Stressy Mummy. I heart her verily so will give this one a go. Now I am not too sure of the rules here. Luckily enough W is not big enough yet to have mastered this word. I just know it is something I am soon to hear a lot of but, as yet, it does not fill me with dread in the same way it does other parents. I think this may have been how this meme began. The five "Why?" questions you would throw back at your offspring. A "Why?" parent revenge, en masse. Or do I just post five genuine "Why?" questions I simply don't have the ...
Eurovision: The edited version
So, for those of you who missed it last night, here is a quick round-up of what happened at last nights Eurovision... UK: The Hump gave a lovely, but soon to be forgotten, performance dressed all in black. Hungary: Some leathered up boys sing a dodgy power ballad accompanied by the obligatory 40-something over-enthusiastic keyboard player. Albania: THERE'S A SNAKE ON YOUR CHEST, A SNAKE!!!!! Oh, wait. It's your hair. Lithuania: Love is blind, and also apparently deaf. Would have been so much funnier if everyone left before he took his blindfold off. Bosnia and Herzegovina: ...
Grey
Today has been a grey day. Not the weather, although that has been exceedingly grey too, but mentally today has been grey. I have that horrible, all too familiar, slightly uncomfortable, think there is something really important have forgotten to do but can't remember what it is, stomach-churning, eye-stinging, tear-welling, grey feeling. This sometimes hails the start, re-start, of depression. I have spent all day trying to rationalise it away. Today has not been a bad day. It has been a nice day. Me, Mr B and W together for a change with not too many jobs to do. So WHY am I ...
Beware the little green men.
I left work on Saturday and was greeted by the following sight. Seemed a bit unusual so thought I would get a sneaky pic as they trooped on past. Except this one saw me. And headed straight for me. Two seconds later he had painted my nose green with that paint soaked sponge lurking in his left hand. Beware the little green men. They are armed. And perhaps don't like having their photo taken. ...
Insomnia
Insomnia is something that comes and goes in my life. Like some kind of errant teenage boyfriend, taunting me, occupying my thoughts, wearing me out. He, let's call him he, is visiting at present. His usual visiting hours begin at around one am. Having gone to sleep reasonably easily by eleven pm I am suddenly, inexplicably woken and there he is. We go over and over stuff. Work stuff, tax stuff, money stuff, love stuff, family stuff, stuff that happened at university, at school, the list is endless. Almost every situation that has occurred in my life that is, or has ever, made me uneasy ...
Overheard: In a bar
This happened. For real. In a rather lovely, bit swish, hotel bar. Early evening. Drunk Guy: You look a bit like that one from Blur Waiter: *Politely* Which one Sir? Drunk Guy: The one that looks like you. That's the easiest way to remember it. Waiter: The one who... Drunk Guy: *Interrupts* Like Peter Crouch. You look like Peter Crouch. Waiter: Oh. I'm a bit offended. Drunk Guy's Girlfriend: *Slurs* But you've got a really, really fit wife. Waiter: Except, I haven't. I am not Peter. I don't have a wife. I am eighteen. Drunk Guy: Yeah, you look like ...
Biting the Bullet…and jaw-ache
So, tomorrow is the day we are moving to a self-hosted domain readers. And I am, quite frankly, bricking it. What if it all gets messed up? What if nothing works right and it all looks really rubbish? Do I really have the necessary knowledge to go self-hosted? Probably not. But, on the other hand I knew NOWT about computers before starting this blog and I have bumbled along picking up bits as I go. So why move? Well, ideally it would be nice to perhaps earn just a little bit of money while doing something I enjoy so much. Recently I appear to have hit the radar of a few PR ...