Bloody Black Friday is getting on my nerves. Every advert on the telly. 800 million emails in my inbox. I've even started getting sodding texts from companies with "amazing offers". Bugger off! I'm not interested!
And to cap it all I'm going to London for the weekend with my sis and our 2 eldest for a girly birthday shopping trip! We didn't flipping realise when we booked it that we were at risk of being trampled by a load of stampeding bargain hunters.
Wednesday, 23 November 2016
Sunday, 20 November 2016
speckyfoureyes
The other half needed new glasses. He actually can't really see anything in his old ones. It's a problem. And quite probably a danger. So we went en famille for new ones today. He went 'cos obvs he needed to. I went 'cos he can't choose new spex on his own. The little one came 'cos we made him. And the big one came cos she's meant to be revising for her mock physics GCSE tomorrow but couldn't resist the lure of the shopping. And she hates physics.
Anyway. Job done. New spex ordered.
Anyway. Job done. New spex ordered.
Friday, 18 November 2016
Saturday, 12 November 2016
new 'friend'
I've got a new friend. He's a retired bloke who I see on a morning. He lives up the road. He's very lovely. But he's doing my bloody head in. I can't get away from him. I walk the little one to his friend's house then take the dog on a loop round the village and back home. I get to the street that leads to our house at 8.20 am. The exact same time as my new friend arrives back from buying his newspaper. He crosses the road to bore me with his latest tale and doesn't understand my urgency to get away so I can start work. I've started making up 'important meetings' and urgent tasks just to get away.
I know it's mean. He only wants a chat. But I'm sick of hearing about his family in Castleford and the time he cut his thumb and was off work for 4 months and his trip to Blackpool with his wife. He's one of those people who isn't interested in the slightest in any conversational input from anyone else, just needs to get his own boring story out. And of course he's got all day to talk crap with people who are too polite to run away. He's retired!
I've tried taking longer on my dog walk to miss him but he waits for me. And yesterday when I raced round and got back early he RAN to catch up with me!
I'm seriously thinking about driving to school. Or selling the dog...
(I'm joking Minnie! Not really! It's a joke!)
I know it's mean. He only wants a chat. But I'm sick of hearing about his family in Castleford and the time he cut his thumb and was off work for 4 months and his trip to Blackpool with his wife. He's one of those people who isn't interested in the slightest in any conversational input from anyone else, just needs to get his own boring story out. And of course he's got all day to talk crap with people who are too polite to run away. He's retired!
I've tried taking longer on my dog walk to miss him but he waits for me. And yesterday when I raced round and got back early he RAN to catch up with me!
I'm seriously thinking about driving to school. Or selling the dog...
(I'm joking Minnie! Not really! It's a joke!)
Monday, 7 November 2016
don't mention the C word
I saw this thing on facebook. It said "There are 12 days of Christmas and none of them are in fucking November"
Ha ha. I could have written it myself. If I was funny enough.
It annoys me every year when people harp on about it in bloody September. Get a life!
However...
I AM feeling the need to get my card sorted and sent to the printer. So *quiet voice* I started some CHRISTMAS ideas last night.
Anyway. I got bored of it and went off on a tangent. One bear head, 9 bear faces...
Ha ha. I could have written it myself. If I was funny enough.
It annoys me every year when people harp on about it in bloody September. Get a life!
However...
I AM feeling the need to get my card sorted and sent to the printer. So *quiet voice* I started some CHRISTMAS ideas last night.
Anyway. I got bored of it and went off on a tangent. One bear head, 9 bear faces...
Sunday, 6 November 2016
saturday nights rock in our house
I made a pattern out of my little houses. Last night. Saturday night. Cos what else are Saturday nights for? Bonfire, Beer and BitOfPatternMaking round here! None of that fancy NightOnTheTown malarky for us this week. We were hygge'd up to the max!
Saturday, 5 November 2016
living danishly
Suddenly it's flipping freezing. And dark. And a bit wet. And DARK. And not very bloody warm.
FFS. That's it now till April isn't it?
I'm gonna have to get all hygge. It's the in thing to do. The only thing to do. I read the book last year. Living Danishly. That's me now. Light some candles. Get a fluffy blanket. Put some wood in the wood burner. Eat some pastries. Play Scrabble.
Till April.
Yay.
FFS. That's it now till April isn't it?
I'm gonna have to get all hygge. It's the in thing to do. The only thing to do. I read the book last year. Living Danishly. That's me now. Light some candles. Get a fluffy blanket. Put some wood in the wood burner. Eat some pastries. Play Scrabble.
Till April.
Yay.
Tuesday, 1 November 2016
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