laugh? nearly wet myself!

that a sign of my age that is! this morning I went into town with the eldest child, we had time to kill and as she hadnt had breakfast we went into BHS
for a cup of tea and toast.

whilst sitting there in comfortable silence eldest daughter said

'what I want to know is why has that door got signs on it saying 'plant room' and 'staff only''

'aha' says I, leaning forward in a conspirital way 'thats where they grow their cannabis.'

guffaw guffaw guffaw

'seriously though' says I 'do you not know?'

so I went on to explain about machinery and computer banks etc etc.

and a moment later a chappy went towards the door so we both watched intentently as he opened the door. And then split our sides laughing at the fact that inside this dingy, windowless room, on top of a piece of ugly machinery was a beautiful vase full of flowers!!!!!


oh yes this truly is a plant room!

Seventeen years ago

17 years is a long long time, but I do remember that I slept in until noon, that I had a bath and hairwash (my hair was very long, it was a big deal!), I remember that I wore denim dungarees and white trainers, I remember that it was foggy. Oh and I remember I had a sausage sandwich for lunch.

And I definately remember this happening!
please forgive the photo quality, it has been scanned in - it is very old!

Happy Birthday, eldest child!

normal service has now resumed

And I didnt mean to worry anyone
life can deal some terrible blows sometimes
but what doesnt kill us, makes us stronger

more of the normal stuff to come in due course!

sometimes

Sometimes it seems that nothing can go wrong, that life is sweet, that you are walking on air

then everything comes crashing down around you and you future is changed forever

the bottom dance

smallest child is leaping around the living room, in the manner of a 3 year old who desperately needs a wee.
do you need a wee, Daddy asks?
no, small child replies, I am doing the bottom dance!

stupid moments in my life

over the last 48 hours in fact!

whilst watching Sinbad the movie I commented how I could not see how it had anything to do with 'ack ack ack ack', eh says mr.B. you know, says I 'I'm sinbad the sailor man, I live in a caravan'. No, says Mr.B thats POPEYE!

and cleaning the living room? empty the bin and grab a new carrier bag to line it - then stand there wondering why I have a bin inside the carrier bag?!

and celebrity big brother tonight (yeah I know) Davina comments about Coolio spending most his life living in a gangsters paradise, but now living in a house in Hertfordshire just off the M25, ooo says I just up the road from us then? a withering look from mr.B as he reminds me the big brother house is in hertfordshire just off the M25.

O dear, I need a holiday!

cooey

I haven't forgotten you, I am just so worn out with the constant round of bugs (mine and kids) crafting for Christmas, baking for Christmas, doing an assignment (yeah nice one biology tutor!) that I seem to have had all my energy sapped away from me.

I won't wish you a happy new year (or have I just done it?) because if you are like me you may not hold much stead by the magic that new years eve is supposed to bring. We bring our own fortune (or misfortune) we have the power within ourselves to change how our lifes are (you wouldn't believe it when you listen to how I moan on at times!). So I hope today has been a lovely day, and you haven't had too much of a hangover (I haven't!, as I was in bed by 11 last night, with a lovely cup of tea) and I hope you have many more happy days ahead of you.

But we are here, we are alive, and we are most definately kicking!

In fact Mr.B is kicking his way back to work tomorrow - a real job, not a temp affair!

hooray for Mr.B and 2009