here we are

still not working
Dad still with us
finances really really dire

creative brain can't function under such stress....

space between my ears

tail end of cold, you know, the phelgm thing in the morning... Yep I know, disgusting

Keeping myself busy, but not quite yet productive. Making preparations for Christmas. Starting on chutneys this week. The pineapple chutney doesn't exactly look pretty, it better taste ok..... Christmas cakes next. And knitting and sewing inbetween time

Even I want to return to work now.....

I'm at home this week to make sure my germs are completely gone, then back down to the parentals.

yukky is what yukky does

oh dear dear dear. I have a cold and I am far away from home....

My mummy can't even look after me as I have dispatched myself away from dad so he hopefully won't have to deal with fighting a cold as well as his Baddie Disease.

I feel yuk and will be expecting some payback for the Lemsips, Strepsils and lozenges....

Speak soon - I promise

blue blue

Dad is still with us. Not able to eat very much so I guess his decline will also be a result of losing all the energy, vitamins, bulk etc from the food.

On a brighter note, I am busying myself with home baking & home crafting. Praps i'll post some pics..!

The Boy starts new pre school on Monday. It seems only yesterday he was a helpless little baby now he's an independant young boy who refuses his Mom's assistance on many things, knows his own mind, has favourite foods and loves to be active. He does however still want his Mom to snuggle him down to bed with a cuddle and 3 stories..... Darling Daughter is a great Mom

I also now have a shiny new bike. A very blue one! More gears than I have the faintest comprehension of their use. My bottom causes an eclipse to all those who follow....Oh yeah, it's a bicycle.......

later...xx

A breakfast of misunderstanding

I'm a tad under the weather these days. Not really looking after myself and all that. So Karen H made me take some Berocca. Full of vitamins and minerals apparently. I wouldn't know as my eyes can't read such absurdly small print on the tube.

I decide to trust Karen H as she was in fact a nurse. In the days when nurses nursed patients and didn't just hover around their nurses stations with paperwork and computers....

I decide I WILL take the entire tube as I could do with a little perking up. Now don't worry CJ, I shall be taking one a day, not the entire tube in one day..... Even with my ageing eyes and limited common sense I feel one a day is probable as an entire tube of slightly fizzing tablets would not be an altogether good thing for my internal system.

So I manage a tablet every morning and things are progressing. I think I have a little more pep. Difficult to tell really.... I do know however that all tablets, whatever they are, have side effects. These are no different. I discover that my wee becomes radioactive. Well, in colour only. At least I hope so!

Why don't the manufacturers tell us that?? Ah, I guess they may do but I can't read the flipping small print...

3 tablets into the course its time to journey to my parents, some distance away. Hooray, I remember the Berocca!

As a dutiful daughter I eat breakfast and take my tablet. The first wee of the day is strongly coloured and has a luminous radioactive hue. My Mother has a showhouse type of house; everything designery and perfectly placed. In her downstairs cloakroom she has beautiful white deep fluffy mats. I'm not a man but I still dread a drop of radioactive dribble and consider taking a walk into the nearby woods to wee.

I mention the condition of said urine to Mother, who it must be noted is naturally somewhat distracted due to caring for my cancer stricken Father.

For 4 days Mother questions my need for Berocca. 'What country is it made in?', 'How do you know it's good for you?', 'I don't think you should take it?', 'Isn't it, well, dangerous?', 'Madonna follows fads darling', 'Really I don't think you should take it'.

I ignore these and other pleas and continue to take the tablets and continue to wee radioactive looking urine.

Breakfast on the 6th day Mother brings me a cut crystal glass of tap water, a silver teaspoon and the tube of Berocca. I am taken aback at her willingness.

'I sat up last night, after you'd gone to bed, and read the information on your Berocca tube'

How can she read it, her eyes are worse than mine??

I open the tube

'You're not taking radiation pills after all.......'

I look at Mother, then at the tablet in my hand, then back to Mother

I giggle hysterically, desperately trying to surpress it and begin to choke as the internal battle wages.

'Well as I said, I realise you're not on some sort of radiation fad like the idiot celebrities might'

I finally win the battle and manage to calm myself

'Radiation??'

I torn between momentary incredulity and anger that Mother would think I would do something as absurd and dangerous as willingly ingest radiation

'Of course it isn't, it's all legal and made by Bayer. They are a large global pharmaceutical company.'

'Well when you said Madonna takes it I assumed you were following her lead. Those celebrities would do anything if they thought it would make them look younger'

I have to agree, but, radiation???

'I said it's all normal vitamins and minerals, and even Madonna and the like might take it 'cos you seemed to be worrying'

'Why would you think I would actually take radiation for Gods sake??'

I look up pleadingly at Mother for some sort of assurance

'Well you've always been weird and mad'

I look up to heaven and despair that my wild teenage years and carefree 20's have completely overshadowed the last 10 years of sensible Corporates and Directorships....

'No. I only meant that my wee looked like radioactive waste when I'm taking the Berocca'

Father comes into the kitchen from resting in the garden

'Radiation? What the bloody hell are you taking that for??'

to whom it may concern

I have acquired a cyberstalker!

I know you won't be coming after me anytime soon 'cos you are mentally locked in your room, afraid of the outside world and don't have money of your own. Stupid twat. Give it up.

snapshot

what with all this Facebook and Twitter I hardly find time to Blog
I have become acustomed to simply writing one liners. It's become the way of the world. Children's school essays will no doubt consist of 3 sentences shortly......


and that's mine for now....