Fairy stories r us

Ah ha!
I'm still here..............

Been to visit the Parentals over Easter. Nightmare journey back, can't even begin to talk about it. In summary what should have been a 4 hour journey turned out to be 12 long tiring hours. When I finally got home, after filling the hire car with unleaded in the diesel tank, paying a garage to open on a Bank Holiday to fix it, breaking Darling Daughter's lap top, screeching at Darling Daughter, dropping Eldest Niece off on the motorway (Interstate) I discovered that I didn't have my house keys. I felt completely desperate.

At that point in my life I did not want a Darling Daughter, Eldest Niece or indeed a family of any description. Nor did I want my life full stop.

I wanted someone elses life.

Someone that had a caring, considerate & organised husband.

A financially stable husband

A stable family

A predictable gentle family


I have always been prone to fairy stories......................

The Lepper

Thank you all for messages - lovely to read. You are a good bunch!



I have had a cold sore on my lip for just over a week now.

I look like the Elephant Man.....

Why is it life throws you a curve ball far too often?

Tonight I tried to leave work early, or at least on time. Failed that one. But I knew that last night I had planned ahead.

Yes CJ.....I'd planned something!

I roasted a chicken, potatoes and parsnips and steamed some baby leeks, carrots and broccoli. I set 2 plates full with the English fayre. At a rather late time of 10pm I sat down at my gorgeous granite kitchen table and ate my supper. I'd intended to use my best china and silver cutlery but was far too hungry to get it out. I'd have eaten it straight out of the pans if it wouldn't have scalded my fingers

It was scrummy

I did not stop until the plate was empty. Literally

The second plate was covered in tin foil and ushered into the fridge for tonight's dinner. (are there any health scares about tin (aluminum) foil?)

Knowing that the dinner was all ready and waiting for a 3 minute nuke in my microwave (yes I still remember the health scares with microwaves) I got itchy feet and just had to get home to set the microwave going and have 3 minutes to get undressed, hang my suit up (yes yes CJ, tidy tidy...), throw on my pj's on, take my make up off, don my slippers and rescue my supper.

First I had to stop off and get some milk.

Oh and a bar of chocolate.....

I stood in the queue and struggled with the clasp on my briefcase, whilst juggling the milk and chocolate. I felt harassed by me! I wanted to get to my purse so I could pay quickly and fly out to my roast dinner.

'Damn'

I drop the milk carton

'At least it didn't spill. Here'

OMIGOD

Gorgeous Guy (GGrrr) hands me the milk carton

You're gorgeous! Is my hair okay? Oooo, thank goodness I put on my make up today. Ahh, did I show my knickers went I bent down. Well at least they are my lucky ones. Oh no, I've got my late Grandmother's eternity ring on my wedding finger.

Yippee! He isn't wearing a wedding band.........

'oh, thank you'.

We make small talk, well he does, I kind of babble, until I get to the checkout. I pay, turn around and thank him again, walk slowly waiting for........ Well waiting for GGrrr to respond positively in some way

GGrrr smiles.

I smile back.

I go to my car, my mobile (cell) phone rings, I open the car door, drop shopping on back seat and grapple once again with the briefcase. I get to the phone just in time. It's Suzanne.

'How's things? What you doing for Easter?'

'Parentals at Easter but I've just encountered THE most gorgeous man in Tesco'

'What's he like? Where is he now? Did you ask him for a date?'

'No, with this cold sore he'll probably think I'm scuzzy'

'Darling just tell him you've got gential herpes, he'll probably think that anyway!'

'It's not the same strain'

'Let's see if he knows the difference. Oh go on you need a laugh!'

I shut the car door

'Look, I'm not going to tell him I've got gentital herpes'

I turn around to get into the car and GGrrr is standing there, with his shopping in a carrier bag.

SHIT

'My mistake'

GGrrr isn't smiling....

He walks away

'IT'S JUST A COLD SORE!'

Clearly no sense of humour .......or adventure.... guess that's the trouble with drop dead gorgeous folks....!

first aid

Oh good grief....what has happened to me???

Tonight I have written a complaint to our broadcasting watchdog about an advert I've seen 3 times on the television!
I AM officially a grumpy old woman..................

I've been in a foul mood for 2 days. Don't know why. Is it an Equinox?? Is it the hormones? Or bloody lack of them??

I need life and love..........help

Straw hats

The British at the seaside

Not a great deal to say tonight. Just wanted to share yet another old picture with you. The beach at Southwold, June 2006

touching base

Hey, it's Sunday night and I don't have any panics about work tomorrow. No dread. No fear.

Not quite excitement

More just flat. That's an improvement though.....

Could have something with the strategy presentation made to my Boss last week. It went well. I felt I'd finally accomplished something.

Now just have to deliver...............


So how was your weekend?

I met up with an ex colleague Friday night. He was en route North and I just happened to call at the right time so we had a meal and a great chat. Oh I miss working with him

Saturday was horrid. Knew it would be. Darling Daughter had agreed to meet with Family Mediation (via Son in Law's (SiL) solicitor) to discuss The Boy and financial payments. It is really really hard for me not to tell her what to do sometimes. I know I have to let her make her own way in life. It's just hard to know when to insist, when to keep silent. Maybe there's never a time to insist..... I know when to hug her, that's most of the time! I'm sure they'll work it all out in a while, just gotta let the dust settle.

We're due for a big storm tonight. No sign of it yet.

The Lodgers are back
I give up!
I'm looking for somewhere else.....

And finally

I can't find my camera anywhere......

Wonderful world of Ripley.....

Haven't called the Detective back.......yet....

Today at work was pants. Have presentation tomorrow so been busy as a bee. Sent email to my boss and the finance director saying the bonuses for my team were due in March salary.
Response?

My Boss: 'that's a very big ask'

what the fuck??

Finance director: 'they probably wouldn't get one in a different company in this climate'

eh???


So I said to 2 of my team, shut your computers, put your coats on, the drinks are on me.....

We had a lovely meal, few drinks and a jolly good moan

....even better....I put it all on my Company credit card......


On the drive back, with Sticky Fingers (Rolling Stones) blaring away, a few things didn't sit right. There were odd single newish looking trainers dotted on the kerbsides close to my home. At the crossroads in my village I stopped to let a fabulous classic Mercedes pegoda roofed sports car go by and felt this almighty thump.

Bang!

On the bonnet landed a very white and very new single trainer.

I got out of the car to see who and how it had dropped on my car.

Nothing!

Din nada

Zilch

There didn't appear to be anywhere to drop from. Weird and very confusing. I got back in the car, turned left and passed the last few shops before turning into my road. At the end of the village there's a charity shop (thrift shop) and outside there was a huge open cardboard box full of white trainers. I stopped the car and looked.

Somewhere in my brain it was telling me that this was all connected but weird.

I decided that I was too busy for weird tonight and drove on to my road.

I am now sitting snuggled up on my sofa, nursing a big Mickey Mouse mug of tea and feeling bemused but totally intrigued as to where on earth the wayward trainers came from

Help me out here guys. WHere could they have come from???