Oh dear...it seems the year slipped by without notice or comment and I find myself on the cusp of 2007 with a livingblog2006 largely unwritten.
There is a good reason for this of course...I had an accident in the summer of 2006 which has left me with a nasty case of anterograde amnesia. In layman's terms I now have the memory and attention span of a dead goldfish...and as a result compeltely forgot I had this, or any other, blog or website.
It is a good job that this blog wasn't really a living thing - especially one dependent on moi...for it would have, rather like my poor houseplants, died of neglect.
And so...the end is near....(sorry slipped into another zone there - clearly influenced by recent X factor happenings)...2006 is drawing to a rapid close - just a few short hours to go...I think I may well just edit this blog title and carry on regardless...after all, its hardly used and with just one rather careless owner.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
The procedure was a total bastard and hurt like hell and boy am I glad its all over....for now atleast. Ah... back to work...what pleasure! And then just five minutes into my day and I was grinding the enamel off my teeth.
It is so good to be back...
Hard to believe it is almost summer. The clocks go forward in the middle of tonight.
'An hour's less sleep' my parents and grandparents used to say. I never quite figured that out. It never felt any different back then, and still doesn't now. Mind you, I'm always tired these days so an hour here or there won't make a huge difference.
Tomorrow is also Mothers day here in the UK and tonight we take my Mother out to dinner. She thought it would be nice to go out on a Saturday night...so that's what we are doing. Rather foolishly (perhaps?) she also left the choice of restaurant to us. She had dropped some pretty big hints about the kind of meal she would like, but the range of options was wide and encompassed Thai, Chinese, Indian and Italian food. Not much to choose from in London then?
Well there are plenty of restaurants to choose form but most of them laughed hysterically when I caled to try and make a dinner reservation.
'Oh my dear you need to call a few weeks in advance for a Saturday night' one smirked 'you might prefer to come along in the week...seeing as you are obviously new to dining out' Cheeky bugger! Mind you we don't go and to eat that often.
It is so good to be back...
Hard to believe it is almost summer. The clocks go forward in the middle of tonight.
'An hour's less sleep' my parents and grandparents used to say. I never quite figured that out. It never felt any different back then, and still doesn't now. Mind you, I'm always tired these days so an hour here or there won't make a huge difference.
Tomorrow is also Mothers day here in the UK and tonight we take my Mother out to dinner. She thought it would be nice to go out on a Saturday night...so that's what we are doing. Rather foolishly (perhaps?) she also left the choice of restaurant to us. She had dropped some pretty big hints about the kind of meal she would like, but the range of options was wide and encompassed Thai, Chinese, Indian and Italian food. Not much to choose from in London then?
Well there are plenty of restaurants to choose form but most of them laughed hysterically when I caled to try and make a dinner reservation.
'Oh my dear you need to call a few weeks in advance for a Saturday night' one smirked 'you might prefer to come along in the week...seeing as you are obviously new to dining out' Cheeky bugger! Mind you we don't go and to eat that often.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Holiday? What holiday?
Five minutes after our holiday and it is but a distant dream...Reality has a funny way of kicking all the doors in and huffing and puffing through even the thickest of walls.
I'm in the midst of a health scare - made worse by the fact that the doctors are calling me to check how I'm doing...always a scary sign when they start calling you!
I am on a seven day pre-op prep, with surgery scheduled for next week. The prep is far more scary than the op itself - I'll be in lala land for that bit...sadly the prep has to be faced though and I am planning on being a big brave soldier. Reality says I'll be a quivering snivelling wreck just two hours into the final two day run up - but I know you can keep a secret, so nobody needs know eh?
Wil be back to the blog when I emerge the other side of this little drama...meantime I will be furiously editing the novel MS. I want to release it by June....in time for my Mother's birthday.
As they say - whoever they are - watch this space...
I'm in the midst of a health scare - made worse by the fact that the doctors are calling me to check how I'm doing...always a scary sign when they start calling you!
I am on a seven day pre-op prep, with surgery scheduled for next week. The prep is far more scary than the op itself - I'll be in lala land for that bit...sadly the prep has to be faced though and I am planning on being a big brave soldier. Reality says I'll be a quivering snivelling wreck just two hours into the final two day run up - but I know you can keep a secret, so nobody needs know eh?
Wil be back to the blog when I emerge the other side of this little drama...meantime I will be furiously editing the novel MS. I want to release it by June....in time for my Mother's birthday.
As they say - whoever they are - watch this space...
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Post holiday need-a-holiday blues
We have just returned from a short break in sunny Florida and I am shattered. Been back here in chilly England - it was only just above freezing when we landed at Gatwick and the day before I had been lazing by the pool - just two days now and already I feel that I am in need of a post holiday holiday...especially with the dreaded return to work looming on the horizon.
I suspect they - my employers - will not be impressed if I slack off in the afternoons in desperate need of a nap to combat the jetlag...I know my colleagues, they who have borne the brunt of my absence and have taken on my workload with cheerful acceptance, would not be impressed at anything less than full throttle ahead from yours truly.
There was a temp at our place recently who had perfected the art of power napping. This girl could shut her eyes and go into a deep ten minute sleep and awake refreshed and ready to face the rest of the workday...in fact she was so good at it I almost called an ambulance the first time I found her powernapping! Maybe I should have taken lessons from her?
Our holiday was wonderful though and much needed and greatly enjoyed...despite the fact that all the locals kept apologising for the weather. They have so obviously never been to the UK in February!
We shopped till we dropped...in fact we were so good at shopping that we had to buy a jumbo suitcase to carry home our bounty. Easily pleased, we found everything much cheaper on that side of the pond and we had a field day. Add to that the fact that in US sizes I wear an 8-10...something I can't even dream about over here...so the pleasure of clothes buying was exaggerated threefold. I was in shopping heaven.
We stayed at a charming resort not far from Disney but we managed to escape the Disney fever that afflicted so many of our fellow visitors. That's not to say we didn't do the touristy stuff...I have the photos to prove it. There's nothing quite like having your picture taken as you stand in the gapinmg mouth of an oversized plastic alligator on a slip road off the OBT...
Oh and as a postscript...while I was away five kind souls bought copies of my book. Bless you each and every one. xx
I suspect they - my employers - will not be impressed if I slack off in the afternoons in desperate need of a nap to combat the jetlag...I know my colleagues, they who have borne the brunt of my absence and have taken on my workload with cheerful acceptance, would not be impressed at anything less than full throttle ahead from yours truly.
There was a temp at our place recently who had perfected the art of power napping. This girl could shut her eyes and go into a deep ten minute sleep and awake refreshed and ready to face the rest of the workday...in fact she was so good at it I almost called an ambulance the first time I found her powernapping! Maybe I should have taken lessons from her?
Our holiday was wonderful though and much needed and greatly enjoyed...despite the fact that all the locals kept apologising for the weather. They have so obviously never been to the UK in February!
We shopped till we dropped...in fact we were so good at shopping that we had to buy a jumbo suitcase to carry home our bounty. Easily pleased, we found everything much cheaper on that side of the pond and we had a field day. Add to that the fact that in US sizes I wear an 8-10...something I can't even dream about over here...so the pleasure of clothes buying was exaggerated threefold. I was in shopping heaven.
We stayed at a charming resort not far from Disney but we managed to escape the Disney fever that afflicted so many of our fellow visitors. That's not to say we didn't do the touristy stuff...I have the photos to prove it. There's nothing quite like having your picture taken as you stand in the gapinmg mouth of an oversized plastic alligator on a slip road off the OBT...
Oh and as a postscript...while I was away five kind souls bought copies of my book. Bless you each and every one. xx
Monday, January 23, 2006
Curiosity finally got the better of me
A couple of friends say they published books using Lulu.com - at absolutely no cost to themselves I might add - and were delighted with the results. Never having seen the end product, I finally decided to have a go and see what happens...after all what can I lose - apart from the fiver it cost me to buy a copy of the finished product?
So okay this doesn't make me published in the true sense of the word, and it certainly isn't going to change my life or bring me fame or fortune, but there is a mild feeling of satisfaction is seeing something I made. And the main part of the satisfaction is based puerly around the fact that - after days of struggling with formatting etc - I finally got to grips with the process and completed my project successfully.
Maybe a couple of people who know me might take pity on my book and risk a fiver...They can always donate the unwanted paperback to the local charity shop, or maybe they will allow it to gather dust somewhere, or maybe even find a practical use for it ...I have heard that short collections work wonders on wonky table legs!
So okay this doesn't make me published in the true sense of the word, and it certainly isn't going to change my life or bring me fame or fortune, but there is a mild feeling of satisfaction is seeing something I made. And the main part of the satisfaction is based puerly around the fact that - after days of struggling with formatting etc - I finally got to grips with the process and completed my project successfully.
Maybe a couple of people who know me might take pity on my book and risk a fiver...They can always donate the unwanted paperback to the local charity shop, or maybe they will allow it to gather dust somewhere, or maybe even find a practical use for it ...I have heard that short collections work wonders on wonky table legs!
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Weekends...
Why is there so little time between when the week ends and the working week begins? It seems so unfair. By the time I have wound down from Friday and spent Saturday catching up on chores, Sunday is here and Monday morning looms.
Lately I have been so tired. I go to sleep tired; wake up tired and I'm tired all the hours in between. It seems to have little bearing on the amount of hours slept. I am just plain exhausted. Is it just that I need a break from my killer routine? I do hope so...for if that is the case, our upcoming holiday should make a huge difference.
We have opted for the whole tourist thing - a Florida holiday spent too close to Disney for my liking. I am praying that Florida is more than retirement homes and theme parks...Watch this space. Just two weeks till we fly out.
I am ridiculously excited.
Meantime on the home front there are teeny family wars going on unnoticed by the rest of the world (thank goodness). I am hoping that by keeping our heads down we can miss the not so friendly fire and stay out of it long enough for it all to blow over. If not we'll be looking for line of least long-term damage.
Too many of our friends are losing their parents of late. Normally I would joke about carelessness but this isn't funny. It is a sobering thought. As much as we might like them to, they will not live forever.
Lately I have been so tired. I go to sleep tired; wake up tired and I'm tired all the hours in between. It seems to have little bearing on the amount of hours slept. I am just plain exhausted. Is it just that I need a break from my killer routine? I do hope so...for if that is the case, our upcoming holiday should make a huge difference.
We have opted for the whole tourist thing - a Florida holiday spent too close to Disney for my liking. I am praying that Florida is more than retirement homes and theme parks...Watch this space. Just two weeks till we fly out.
I am ridiculously excited.
Meantime on the home front there are teeny family wars going on unnoticed by the rest of the world (thank goodness). I am hoping that by keeping our heads down we can miss the not so friendly fire and stay out of it long enough for it all to blow over. If not we'll be looking for line of least long-term damage.
Too many of our friends are losing their parents of late. Normally I would joke about carelessness but this isn't funny. It is a sobering thought. As much as we might like them to, they will not live forever.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Friday 13th
It's Friday today...and the 13th day of the month. What's all the fuss about?
Never mind that my day has seen me lurching from one crisis to another - that is usual with my job - it is just another day...isn't it?
Life has been a bit like a runaway train this week... and before you know it, it'll be Monday morning and I'll have driven through the tunnel of the weekend and out the other side into yet another working week.
I really think someone should make it illegal to work on Wednesdays. Think about how great it would be to have a day to recharge midweek...Is it worth writing to the PM about it? Nah! But a gal can dream, can't she?
Never mind that my day has seen me lurching from one crisis to another - that is usual with my job - it is just another day...isn't it?
Life has been a bit like a runaway train this week... and before you know it, it'll be Monday morning and I'll have driven through the tunnel of the weekend and out the other side into yet another working week.
I really think someone should make it illegal to work on Wednesdays. Think about how great it would be to have a day to recharge midweek...Is it worth writing to the PM about it? Nah! But a gal can dream, can't she?
Monday, January 09, 2006
Oh Dear...
Not a very good start. The very end of the ninth day of the month and barely a word posted. Oops! Must do better!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Hello 2006
Well 2006 arrived in London in a ten minute bang flash wallop of fireworks over the Thames in and around the London Eye...and I watched the whole sorry thing sprawled out on my bed in my tatty old green dressing gown - didn't realise just how tatty it was until post-Xmas and so missed out on the chance of a new one, because dressing gowns just aren't the kind of thing I would buy for myself - and I'm sniffing vapour rub from a ratty tissue and wondering what happened to the vibrant young thing who once danced the night away with strangers in a crowded nightclub ...
Where we were frisked by butch wo-men in the doorway only to find that once inside the music threatened to deafen us and they turned the heat up to force us to by drinks at over-inflated prices and there wasn't room enough to really dance so we were forced to sway with the crowd. Heaven help the poor fool with no sense of rhythm who could so easily be trampled under foot... those were the days...Of short skirts and high heels and lost youth.
And then at a few minutes past twelve when I am starting to feel sorry for myself, my husband emerges from the shower wrapped in a towel and asks "is it nearly time?"
His skin is slightly pinkish brown and he smells of soap and baby lotion and the man I love is smiling and suddenly all is right with my world and 2006 looks like a wealth of possibilities stretched before us.
Where we were frisked by butch wo-men in the doorway only to find that once inside the music threatened to deafen us and they turned the heat up to force us to by drinks at over-inflated prices and there wasn't room enough to really dance so we were forced to sway with the crowd. Heaven help the poor fool with no sense of rhythm who could so easily be trampled under foot... those were the days...Of short skirts and high heels and lost youth.
And then at a few minutes past twelve when I am starting to feel sorry for myself, my husband emerges from the shower wrapped in a towel and asks "is it nearly time?"
His skin is slightly pinkish brown and he smells of soap and baby lotion and the man I love is smiling and suddenly all is right with my world and 2006 looks like a wealth of possibilities stretched before us.
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