Happy New year

I have lost my voice. I haven't been able to speak since Saturday. I HATE not being able to talk. Its boring.
As I haven't been able to talk I've been thinking instead. (I know you should be able to think and talk at the same time. I normally talk and then think...) I've been thinking about pivotal moments in my life. The things that have made me the person I am today.

1. Going to a senior school where I didn't know any one at all. V.scary at the time but it taught me to rely on myself and to make the effort to make friends.

2. Manipulative boyfriends taught me not to believe everything some one tells you. And to trust my gut instinct. Let their actions tell you what they are really saying.

3. Travelling the world - that there is no place like home. And for many travelling doesn't broaden the mind, it confirms their prejudices.

4. Not having children. For the first time in my life I didn't get something that I really wanted.It made me look deep inside myself. I think this more than anything made me grow up.

5.Finally getting my maths O level on the 4th attempt. Application is more important than talent.


My New Years Eve will be rather subdued. In fact I don't think I'll be staying up till Midnight - but I hope you,dear reader, have a rollicking good time!

The Spark has gone

Came home last night, feeling cold-y. Sore throat and losing my voice (think of it as a belated Christmas present Steve) and sneezing. And there was a blumen power cut, from 6 in the evening to 6 this morning. Without electricity the house seemed dead. We went to bed about 9 as I was feeling pretty tired anyway but neither of us could really relax until power was restored. I was worrying about the tropical fish - no air pump and no heating thingy working. I was gagging for a cup of tea as well.
I love electricity I do.

Christmas

If my Nan was still alive she would be 109 years old today. Happy birthday Nanny Sarah!
We went over Mum's for Christmas lunch. The food was all so delish we all got quite worn out eating it all. In the evening we ate cheese and biscuits and pickled onions. The air was a bit ripe. We watched To the manor Born for all time's sake - but it wasn't funny. At all.
We went to Church Christmas Eve- the only time of year we go to church. I don't know if I believe in God but I need to sing a few carols, say some prayers in a freezing cold Church otherwise Christmas may as well be Winterval.

Another bloggy quiz...

Your Christmas Sprit Level: 55%

You have a lot of Christmas spirit, and it's evident to most people who know you. You love most things Christmas, and you do your best to make sure everyone has a great holiday. While you like the more commercial aspects of Christmas, you truly know what the spirit of Christmas is about. You're all about giving, being kind, and sharing the spirit of Christmas with everyone you know.

Do You Have the Christmas Spirit?

I'm really rather good aren't I?

Basildon Dan

I suggest you might want to peak at this. Obviously a man of good taste....and no I haven't paid him or (threaten to)shagged him!

Stuff

I've just read "A Long Way Down" By Nick Hornby. It is about four people that meet on the roof of a tower block intending to jump off. One of them, Maureen is a single mother with a disabled son. Every one else can see why she would want to kill herself. Now, I won't give away any endings (for a change!) but I've been thinking about this disabled son, Matty. We're not told what is wrong with Matty (or if we were I missed that bit.)but he is in a wheelchair , needs help breathing, incontinent, unable to talk and maybe unable to hear. It is underlined that anyone could take care of Matty, when he goes to the respite home he is not scared, doesn't miss his Mum, he is ok. It could well be that Matty doesn't even notice that he has moved. And I thought as I was reading , well that's not so bad is it? Its not as if he is miserable, confused , scared, frustrated. He can't move so you don't have to worry that he will wander off or hurt himself. You don't have to worry about him being violent. He won't bore you by talking about the same thing. Matty seemed a bit Disney-fied to me.

Electric toothbrush RIP

My electric tooth brush died last night. I was sitting on the loo seat cleaning my teeth and it just stopped. I couldn't (and more importantly Steve) couldn't revive it. I don't think it ever really recovered when I dropped it a few months ago and Steve had to mend it with masking tape. I've had the tooth brush for 8 years so it did have a good innings. I used a manual tooth brush today, but it wasn't the same. Although it may help my bingo wings if I remember to use alternate arms. After Christmas I'll get a new one. I'm not going into town the Saturday before Christmas. Oh no.

Well I never

On the walk to work I was thinking about things I've done that I thought I would never do. Its ok folks - its clean stuff- what sort of girl do you think I am?

Getting the nerve to do the Creative Writing courses.
Being artificially inseminated. ( I think they must have used water.)
Staying at the Royal Brompton's visitors' quarters.
Working in London again.
Backpacking.
Calling an ambulance because my (ex) boyfriend had slashed his wrists.
Getting married.
Giving up eating fish.
Keeping a blog.

Thursday

Its cold, work is busy and we're tired. Lets get a takeaway. Only they get the order wrong - instead of vegetable rice we get a meat dish. that's right - MEAT has made its way into Robbo World. Don't they know RobboWorld is a meat free zone? Steve rings the Chinese - only to get an earful about how we owe then money for the meat!!!!! Steaming Steve takes the meat dish back and the £1 we allegedly owe them. No one is in the takeaway when he goes in ( I think they're hiding under the counter.)and he leaves it on the counter top. I'd rather given the stuff to Tom but Steve is more principled than me.
Steve ended up eating biscuits and i had a packet of crisps. Ho hum.

Tuesday.

I've had to move the title of my blog over there -> as I noticed my little birds picture was all getting squashed.
Tesco shop is being delivered this Saturday..everytime I go near the computer I slightly amend the order.

Nuts

Today we (Angela's family, Mum and Dad , me and Steve) went to a restaurant for lunch. Angela's lot are going over to Ireland for Christmas so this was our family Christmas lunch. Angela had booked it a month ago and explained about Joe's nut allergy. The restaurant said it wouldn't be a problem. Why then was Joe in tears, Angela had to insist on speaking to the Chef and the Chef was under the illusion that one of us had a Gluten free diet? I could excuse if we hadn't warned then when we booked the meal. If it was going to be a problem for them they shouldn't have taken the booking. Mark if you're reading this ( and if not why not!)is America more geared up for nut allergy sufferers?

Fed up.

I'm fed up. I've just been reading a blog (I'm so fed up I'm not going to link to it) where the writer states she can't bear people referring to their pets as their children. After all children are a lot more work/more rewarding than pets etc etc. WE ARE ALL KNOW THAT YOU STUPID WOMAN but some of us have to go to plan B. I wish I had the luxury as being as sensitive as her.

The look of love.

What I'm going to tell you is true and hasn't been exaggerated for comic effect.

Yesterday Steve and I were sitting on our big green settee. Steve was doing stuff with his phone and I was looking at him. I was thinking how much I loved him. How well he had looked after me when I was poordy. Of all the things we had been through together. How I couldn't imagine my life with out him. Steve looked over to me and said: Stop looking at me you weirdo.

Monday

Lewis came second (again) ...and it was good to see boxing so well represented.

When I go to work in the morning I sit in the same seat. A bloke gets on further down the line and sits next to me. We never acknowledge each other. I even wonder if he realises that he sits next to the same woman. Commuting is weird.

Yah ! Go Lewis!

I want Lewis Hamilton to win Sports Personality of the Year. The reason I want to win is because he achieved so much in his debut Grand Prix. Lewis did so well that people started to take it for granted that he would win, in the same way we take for granted that Johnny Wilkinson will score a drop kick. I admired the way Lewis coped with all the in fighting.

Be careful of what you wish for...

I've been moaning about how I never get to see our home in day light during the week. Well this Thursday and Friday I got my wish. I wake up about 5.30 each morning and lie there for 15 minutes waiting for the alarm to go off. Off went the alarm, I sat up and stretched -and ping! my neck went. A shooting pain from my chin to my shoulder. It was agony bending over to put the plug in the bath but I kept thinking the pain would go and I can't call in sick over this.( I hate having sick days as it just causes more work for your colleagues. Also I haven't been at that job long and I don't want them to think that they can't rely on me.) When I tried to wash my hair and couldn't lift my arm I realised that it wasn't getting any better. Steve had to ring work for me because I couldn't hold a phone to my ear. Reader, I was crippled. Steve took me over to my parents because he didn't want to leave his crippled wife home alone. I even needed help getting up from a chair. My parents did a good job looking after their elderly child. I went to the Doctor who advised it was a muscle spasm.(Angela had something similar years ago and it turned out to be a sinus infection.) I used industrial quanties of Deep Heat. When I woke up Friday it still really hurt- the pain started to go about 7 Friday evening. I've just got a niggle now, still using the Deep Heart but leaving off the Nurofen.
The moral of this story - be very careful what you moan about.

Dinner for one

Steve is out tonight, going to a works meal. So I'm cooking for myself tonight. It is hard to summon up the energy to do anything, after all I'll have to do the washing up as well. I'm cooking wedges and melted cheese. Tasty but not exactly the healthiest meal. Perhaps if I lived alone I'd treat myself to a dish washer and buy loads of crockery.

BTW I looked at the Echo on line tonight and was amazed to see Steve had commented on one of the forums. He kept that quiet...

Tuesday

Anton Rodgers died this week. I used to love May to December and enjoyed watching the repeats on UK Gold.When Angela worked in the city, one of the girls she worked with was nick named Hilary. Anton Rodgers was one of those actors that was always good in what was in and lifted the programme.

Tesco Time

I've booked my Tesco delivery slot for 22nd December. Getting our Christmas shop delivered is becoming a Robbo Christmas tradition. It really does make life a lot easier and gives us more time. If you're thinking of booking a slot for Christmas, get a move on as there weren't many spaces available.
I put up the Christmas decorations yesterday, ignoring Mr Robbo's comments as to if it was too early. If I thought it was too early I wouldn't be doing it would I? We haven't got that many decorations anyway. Sharon and Tom came over last night and Sharon has put up all her decorations and they have got TWO Christmas trees. We've only got a little tree because we don't trust Tom not to pee up a proper sized tree.

Hair

I was thinking about hair and religion. How women's hair is seen as distracting to men and should be covered up : veils, habits and wigs. But I've never noticed any men focusing on my hair instead of my face when I'm talking to them. Or men in dirty rain coats hanging outside hairdressers.

Let me introduce you...

...to Steve's new phone.

Where's Robbo?

Steve e mailed this link The idea being that if I log in (after registering) it will tell me Steve's location. Mmmmnn...anyway in the spirit of not taking the pee, I duly registered. It only took 15 minutes (that I'll never get back ever). I then clicked on the where am I? bit to be confidently told that I was in America.

A little bit of geekiness

Peter Davison was the first Doctor I fancied a little bit. Can't believe it was 23 years ago.

(in) Fidelity.

Along the high street is a public phone box. When I was walking Tom this morning there was a woman using it. I thought how unusual it is to use a call box these days as most people have got mobile phones. As I walked past not earwigging at all, I could her shouting and pleading. And I thought - Mmnn you're having an affair.
I have very clear thoughts on "affairs" and that is if you're fed up/fallen out of love with your partner finish with them so that you are free to pursue more interesting possibilities. Don't be scared to be by yourself and cling to someone/anyone rather than be alone. I think some people have affairs as a power trip, as a way of getting one over on your partner. It would be pathetic if it didn't have the potential to hurt so many people. it is just not a very nice way to behave.
I'm not speaking here as a smug married,. Many moons ago I was with some moron and I discovered he was shagging around on me. One of the saddest things about it all was up until then I had always believed what he had told me. I had trusted him.
BTW woman in phone box if you were in that public call box for innocent reasons, I'm sorry that I judged you. You certainly didn't sound very happy.

Things I should be doing

Weeding the front garden
Hoovering
Cleaning the cooker
Cleaning the kitchen floor
Taking Tommy on a really long walk (Tommy and I refer to such walks as "Mummy marches")


As you can see that I much more prodcutive things I could be doing that playing about with my blog format. This more fun though - and I did take Tom out for a marchette this morning.

Another 8 things

8 things I'm passionate about (with a nod to the Lurchers)

Reading.
Not being late for the train.
Red wine
My family (including the non- human ones.)
A clean and tidy house
Snagging a bargain.
Art
Writing (not doing enough of that at all.)

8 things I'd like to do before I die:

Go somewhere secluded and tropical with Mr Robbo (although he might not want to go if he can't use his phone.)
Write a novel, even if it doesn't get published.
Grow very very old, but keep my health.
Learn French (I did French for 5 years at school, got an O level in it, but can't speak a bleedin' word of it.)
Decorate the house (not a big ambition I know but Mr Robbo is not keen.)
Travel First class ( or whatever they're calling it these days)
Learn to be able to walk in high heels.
See the England football team win the World cup - ideally in my Dad's lifetime.

8 things I say a lot:

Steve...oh I forgot what I was going to say.
Stop looking for trouble ( To Tommy who is looking out for cats.)
That's ok. Take your time, ( I say this a lot at work. I'm lying.)
Do you want to go out? (To Tommy again.)
Hello its me (when I ring most any one I know)
Big bum (muttered under my breath when someone has annoyed me.)
Take them away!!!!(asking Steve to remove naughty sweets/crisps as I am unable to stop myself eating them all.)
Wish I was a dog (as I leave for work and Tom stretches out on his bed.)


That was really hard - thinking of that lot. I've even missed the start of Property Ladder.

I just love that accent....

Bbbrrrr!!!!

It is getting chilly now, which makes me love cosy lies in even more. I get paid this week so I'm going to do my Christmas shopping next weekend. This will be the first year Steve and I won't be buying Christmas presents for each other, as we've had a few unexpected expenses this year (understatement of the year.) I'm getting the Little Dudes some X box 360 over priced rubbish from Amazon. I'll probably get the rest of the presents from TK Maxx.
I know that I not the first to say this - but Christmas is such a marketing dream- the pressure to spend is irresistible. I like to think of myself as level headed but I go MAD on the supermarket Christmas shop. I think it is the only time I feel the need to buy a giant tub of Twiglets (wtf?)I really worry that we might RUN OUT of something over Christmas Day and Boxing Day and spend FAR TOO MUCH.
Usually I spread the cost of Christmas from September, but due to one thing and another I haven't be able to do so this year. Now I could do one of 2 things - bung it all on my credit card or STICK to a BUDGET*. I'm going to grit my teeth and stick to a budget. Wish me luck...

* Without turning into to one of those people who send Christmas cards so cheap and floppy they won't stand up and give those awful, awful presents where you REALLY wished they hadn't BOTHERED. I can't give any examples in case they're reading this..

Bobby

Steve and I started living together in 1998. We rented Tim's flat - it was a quite a large one bedroom flat with a balcony and if you held your head at an unnatural angle you could make out the sea. We had been living there a few months when we bought a budgie. Steve had had budgies as pets when he was a kid so he knew a bit about them. Steve bought a yellow and blue budgie and we called him Bobby. I can't remember who chose the name. We kept the cage in the living room and turned up the telly so we could hear it over his twittering. If it was warm I put the cage out in the balcony so he could get a bit of air. He loved that - and he was safe from cats. A year later we got a dark blue budgie called Percy. Percy was quieter than Bobby but they was always preening each other. When we moved to the house we kept them in the living room , but moved them upstairs when we got Penny (she showed a bit too much interest in them. Tommy took no notice) We couldn't leave the cage out in the garden as there are too many local cats. Percy died last year but Bobby is still going strong. He is the first pet we got, and I remember thinking it was bit of a commitment getting a joint pet.
Every morning we wake up to Bobby's singing. I don't think I'd ever get another caged bird - I feel guilty that he doesn't ever get out of his cage these days. Although he seems happy with his toys and mirror - and he can be a noisy bugger.

Twittering on..

Walking to work I noticed a bill board advert, it was of a young man smiling, his head half turned from the camera. I thought it was an advert for a learning disabilities charity, so I took I further look. Imagine my surprise when it turns out the young man is an actor and advertising a new shop opening in London! the tag line was Nicholas Hoult Londoner since (can't remember the date, as I was reeling from the fact I had thought Nicholas had learning disabilities.)Since then I seen quite a few of there Londoner since.. adverts. Now I have firm views on this. Either you're a Londoner by birth or you're not. For instance I've lived in Southend since 1998 but I wouldn't call myself a Southender. So I think those adverts should say Lived in London Since...
BTW its not that I think being a Londoner is superior to being born any where else. In fact I was born in a very daggy part of London.

Secret fact ...

...I get a bit scared when watching Beyond Belief and Mostly true Urban Legends. But I laugh in the face of Most Haunted.

Tommy

Tommy's food bowl is kept in the hall way (New readers- Tommy is a dog - we're not weird). Tonight Steve mixed Tom's dinner and put the bowl in the hall way. Tom went into the kitchen, stared at Steve and tapped his paw on the ground. He wanted his food in the kitchen. What a clever dog!

Sunday

I had a good time on Friday night - skipped the pills and got stuck in to the red. Well I hardly ever go out..Went shopping with Mum on Saturday and got a birthday present for Linda, Steve's Mum.
Watched a repeat of House Busters this afternoon. I love House Busters and wish they would do another series. If you haven't seen it it features a family that have some kind of problem - lethargy, bad relationships that sort of thing and 3 "experts" who have no knowledge of the house except the occupants' birth dates go round the house and diagnose the problem. Then the house owner chooses one of the experts to make alterations to the house, hoping that this will solve the problem. The experts are clairvoyants, feng shui practitioners, astrologers. And it always works! House Busters is one of my guilty pleasures. See, I'm quite innocent really.
I went to the Library yesterday and when I checked my books out they said I had an unreturned book. NOT AGAIN!!!!!They're going to look in to it and have told me not to worry...

Better

Feeling much much better and went back to work today. Thank goodness for pills. The people I work with are going for a drink after work- which I'm looking forward to as it will be the first bit of work socialising in my new job. Stupidly i looked up the pills that I'm taking on the Internet - and it is recommended that you don't have alcohol with them. Seeing how lovely it is feeling better I don't want to make myself ill- but aw shucks! I was looking forward to a nice glass of red. At least I won't have to worry about getting drunk and making a fool of myself. *sigh*

Check out the music on this. Someone has got a sense of humour..

Discomfort

I went to the Doctor's this morning. I am crippled with pain in my lower belly and back. Ok - that might be a slight exaggeration, but I don't really get pain. I get the odd heavy cold(Mum reckons I suffer more from colds because I've got little nostrils...guess I'm still her little precious)and period cramps but this ..this really blumming hurts. I think the cystitis infection has spread. I went to the Doctor and explained my symptoms and she gave me a prescription for some anti bacterials, saying that they would help with the "discomfort." Discomfort! Reader I hobbled into the Doctors. I'm in such discomfort I have even lost my appetite. People that know me (or even look at my photo in the corner) will realise that I must be in a quite a bit of discomfort to be off my food.
As ever I wonder how people who are really ill bear it.

Relax!

In the paper today there was an article about Lucid Dreaming - it must be in the air because I'm sure I read an article about Lucid Dreaming the other week. Basically it is making your dreams work for you. For instance a Mum wanted to sort out child care for her son. So before she fell asleep she asked "Where is there good child care?" Lo and behold she dreamt about a park near where she worked ...where there was a good child care centre.
You know what I think? I think that there is something disturbing about having to make every second count. Sleep is sleep. You're supposed to be switching off, relaxing,taking time out. Sleep is not a problem solving exercise.

BTW I've got cystitis this weekend. Not good.

me?

In Asdas tonight I must have accidentally cut some one up with my trolley, as when the girl walked past she yelled "She didn't realise what's she's done!"
And then I thought oops she means me (seconds before I had heard the same voice say after you, but I thought it was someway behind me - I didn't realise she meant me!) But as she herself had pointed out if I didn't even realise that I had done it - I obviously didn't do it on purpose. Anyway if you are reading this- sorry I cut you up with my trolley.

And a thank you to the young chap that got the bootle of ginger beer off the top shelf. I couldn't even reach it on my tippy toes.

Oh No

Since the car accident we've had a hire car through the insurance. today Steve went to the parked hire car , only to find some one had rammed the bumper. That is £250 excess we'll have to pay, as the whole bumper needs replacing and who ever rammed it didn't leave their insurance details.
And the vacuum cleaner has broken.
At least we have our love for one another. Who needs money anyway?

Whisper

From 16 to 21 I had a boyfriend who was a complete mind control nut job. I was just too young to realise it and thought I was the problem. Towards the end everything I did was wrong, my self esteem was lower than whale poo. I was too big, too noisy, too thick, too ...Gina. I lost all faith in my own judgement. the good news is that once you get rid of a creep like that it is surprising how quickly you can recover - and you do learn not to let that happen to you again. But it does leave you with the odd button or two. I hate being told that I'm noisy,too loud. There are times when I am loud I know that the people telling me that I'm loud are not being control freaks - they just stating a fact. Intellectually I know that they are not out to get me - but my heart doesn't know that.
So I'll sulk instead. then they will be sorry when they will keep having to ask me to speak up.

Scared

Steve and Jason have a theory that for a marriage to work the husband has got to be a bit scared of his wife. I don't believe Steve is scared of me - if he was I wouldn't get all the saucy back chat or the questionings of my wisdom.
However I had to rethink this when we were round my parents. We were all sitting in the living room and the phone (that is in the hall) rang.
Mum (stares at Dad):PHONE
Dad with out a word gets up and answers it.
Me: Mum! if Dad ever yelled at you like that you'd go mad!
Mum (bewildered innocence): What?
Perhaps Steve and Jason are right.

Car

After much searching Steve has finally found a car. It is a silver W reg mondeo and he will be making it up on Friday. Steve needs to sort out a cover note and get the car taxed. It will be nice to have our own car again. We have had confirmation from the insurance car that the old car is a write -off. If it hadn't been for idiot driver that car would have lasted years. Grrrr.
I thought last night's rugby match was good, as I didn't give up hope untill the last 15 minutes.

Aah.

This is one of the many reasons I love the Little Dudes.

Aaron to Mrs Evans (his teacher): Is a cone made out of a rectangle.
Mrs Evans: You tell me Aaron.

At home , Angela is cooking when Aaron comes running in holding a cone held together by LOTS of sellotape.
Aaron: its a cone!

The next morning at school.
Mrs Evans:Well Aaron is a cone made from a rectangle?
Aaron: Mrs Evans you know it is!
They both laugh.

Busy

I haven't blogged for a bit because I've been busy. I haven't even seen Heroes this week.

Ah - there is the front door bell - our Friday night takeaway had arrived. See ya later!

House

There is a house near where I live. It is my fantasy house. I think it may have been built in the 19th Century. It is detached and looks like it could have once been a vicarage. It is now for sale for about £700,000. A tad over my budget. What I can't understand is why the fantasy house owners would want to sell it. I suppose it is just not their fantasy house. Or perhaps they are fed up of that woman and her greyhound walking past extra slowly and staring at their house every week.

Car

Last night a disqualified driver crashed into our parked car. Steve had popped over Tim's and had parked his car where he always parks it. thank goodness Steve wasn't in the car , or that Tommy was in the car.The disqualified, uninsured driver's car and landed in a front garden. The disqualified, uninsured, possibly inebriated driver tried to make a run for it, but luckily neighbours helped to restrain him and the police quickly arrived.
Steve has spent all day talking to the police and insurance company. Our car is a write-off. If an uninsured driver damages your car you're as good as uninsured. There are no words to explain how angry we are. I know the main thing is that no one was hurt. Well, apart from our car.

My Dead Dog

Penny has been dead for 6 months and not a day goes by when I don't think about her.

It was my idea to get a second dog as I felt that Tommy was becoming the most spoilt dog in the world. Steve wasn't so keen but gradually came round to the idea. We took Tom with us to the kennels and Penny was the third dog we saw- the first 2 having growled at Tom. Penny waited until we were driving back home before her and Tom had a growl fest....
Penny's tail was always wagging and she would follow you everywhere. She'd be in front of you walking backwards,tail wagging. Penny seemed to be asking "what ya doing? Can I join in?" Penny adored Steve,she was really his dog. When Steve would come home late from a DJ stint she would run downstairs to keep him company. His wife and other dog didn't even wake up. Penny was a jumper, we would often be eye to eye. Penny had a real lust for life. She was also the most destructive dog I've ever seen when frightened. She hadn't any tolerance for storms or fireworks.
Life is much quieter with out and a lot easier. When we come home there isn't an underlying dread of what we will be coming home to. For the first time in 4 years I haven't had to hide my slippers (penny would hide my slippers. Last month I moved the spare bed and found an ancient slipper wodged underneath)She used to hide the post in her bed as well.
Although I think of her I don't feel sad as I know she had the most fantastic life.

I want ! I want!

I want three toilets and a dining room. I don't care that there is only two of us and we normally have our dinner on our laps whilst watching telly.
To vent my property jealousy I waited till Steve went out* and rearranged the living room. Then I went upstairs to have a bath (in the only bathroom this house has!)and noticed Tommy had thrown up grass on his bed. Tommy has a double bed in the back room. He has a pillow and 2 duvets. I stripped the bed and put it on a very hot wash. I might not have a dining room but then not many dogs have their own bedroom.

*Steve hates it when I rearrange furniture. It really gets on his nerves. He is fed up today because Lewis Hamilton had to retire in today's race.

Books

Last year someone raved to me about Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. last week I was in Oxfam and I saw a copy. I thought -ah that's the book that that girl thought was brilliant. So I bought it. Reader, I didn't get passed page 53. What is the deal with the brother being called Chapter Eleven? Is that in reference to something- is all made clear late or is he really called Chapter Eleven? I feared I was in the world of tricksy writing that makes the reader feel clever for reading it. has any one out there read it - is it worth persevering with?
BTW the book that I would describe as brilliant is Never Let me go by Kazuo Ishiguro. The story stays with you.

Shopping in Asda today there was a shelf stacker that had Downs. Bravo Asda.

Borough market

I went to Borough market today. If you've seen the film Bridget Jones -her flat is at Borough market, above the pub. It was very foodie and expensive.Full of lovely things that I could get cheaper at Asda. The people running the market stalls were very posh. There weren't any stalls selling out of date magazines. I think I'm more of a Walthamstow market girl myself.

My life as a train track.

My life can be traced along the Fenchurch street-Shoeburyness line.
I was born in Plaistow, just a little way after the West Ham stop. East ham depot -I lived in EastHam till I was 11 (then we moved to Ilford- different train line, but poetic licence and all that.)I went to 6th Form at Upminster, and when I first started work I commuted from Upminster. Those were the days of the slam door trains. When we lived in EastHam we used to have family days out at Chalkwell, Mum thought it nicer than Southend. Steve and I first lived together in Westcliff. I worked in Southend for 14 years (this is getting scary now- how is all this time possible?)and we now live at the end of the line. As the next stop is the sea, perhaps we could get a little boat and row to Kent.

Lisey's Story...

..was still really about Scott.

Some reviews of the book have criticised the personal use of language. I liked that, it made it feel truer. people do have their own secret language, phrases and nicknames and I don't think that is reflected enough in books.

I've just read Tess Gerritsen's Mephisto Club. I read in one sitting, I don't think you can get a better recommendation than that. I literally could not read it quick enough.

Last day of the holidays

Back to work tomorrow. I don't mind the work bit but the getting up early bit..Still I've really enjoyed the time off.
it is Radio One's 40th anniversary today. being a radio ham Steve is beside himself with excitement. I think the radio will be on all day. As I'm writing this he is singing "true" by Spandau ballet. He knows all the words.

Friday

We've spent the last couple of days in Thursford Norfolk. We stayed in a converted barn with Steve's parents and his "little" brother Dave. Yes I have 2 brother-in -laws called Dave. The barn was in a farm and there were lots of good sniffy walks for Tom to go on. It rained a lot but it was cozy warm in the barn.
Steve's uncle Brian and his girlfriend Jeanie popped by. Jeanie still can't get over my accent and Brian is surprised that I work full time. It weirds me out when people are surprised that I work. At Mum and Dad's party one of my cousins was surprised that I work. I don't understand why. I didn't realise working was an option. It is just something you do. If you are able to, and want a nice standard of living - you work. Perhaps the question gets to me because in theory I would love to work part time - although I suspect you ended up doing all the work you would normally do but in less time. Also I have a sinking feeling that instead of working on my writing in this new found spare time - I'd do the house work and drink tea and watch afternoon telly. Not exactly fair to Mr Robbo.

Trains

The Robbos are on the train. Steve is jealous because I can update my blog on my phone and he cant. HA HA!

300th Blog

I'm amazed that this is my 300th entry. When I started my blog I hadn't realised how addictive it is.My blog is coming up to its 1st birthday. How time flies.

We spent the yesterday evening over Angela's. It was nice because Dave wasn't working, for a change, so we got to see him. Barry - from -across- the - road popped over. Barry is involved in the Spiritualist Church, he doesn't accept any money for readings but does charity nights for cancer. I think Barry must be in his seventies. I've never met him before, but Angela has told me about him. He can read auras. Barry has freaked out Dave a few times, telling him that he is stressed and he need to be careful of his knees. He has told Angela a few things that has struck a cord as well. Anyway I met Barry last night. I'm standing in the porch with Angela.We thought the knock on the door was the Chinese delivery and I was going to help her. Instead of a take away I get an impromptu reading. it was weird because a, I wasn't expecting it and b, I had had 2 glasses of wine.

Barry: You've got a good aura. Purple -that's positive.
Gina (not sure how to respond):Thank you.
Barry: You're thinking of moving aren't you?
Gina:Well i was, but we're going to stay put.
When I was looking to work in London, we did think about moving closer to London but decided against it.
Barry: You're very hard on yourself
Angela: OH MY GOD SHE IS!!!YOU ARE GINA - you are hard on yourself!
Gina:mmn.
Barry: And you're impatient
Angela:OH MY GOD SHE IS IMPATIENT!!!!!Barry I get nervous if I'm out with her and she has to wait. She is so impatient. (turns to me) You are impatient.
Gina is laughing by this point.
Barry: You're well thought of at work I can seeing you getting a promotion.
I don't see myself being promoted, but I am trying to sort my pay at work- I think Barry may be referring to this.
Barry: I can see you studying. Something to do with work.
I think this refers to the Creative writing courses I do.
Barry: have you got children?
Gina: No.
Barry: There's children in spirit. They're drawn to you. There is something about you ..that draws them to you.
Gina: Oh.
Barry; I'd love to spend an hour with you- well I'd better go. Nice to meet you.
Gina and Angela : Bye Barry.
Angela What did he mean by that?
Gina:I have no idea.

Mum

Mum rang up and I was telling her about Aaron wanting to be called DJ. She didn't understand why her name may pose a problem.

Me and High Heels.

Since I have been off work I have been staying up to watch Sex and the City. I like it for many reasons - its funny, its glamourous and (unlike Desperate Housewives) I believe in the friendship. I don't care that Sarah Jessica Parker and Kim Cattrall are supposed to hate each other. To me they are Carrie and Sammantha. I'm not interested in fashion, I tend to skip the fashion pages in magazines, but I think the fashion in the programme really works. It adds to the escapism of it - Carrie never did casual did she? And they always wore high heels.
Angela, my sister, wears heels at all times. I would buy high heels as "going out shoes"and sometimes even as work shoes. They were great shoes to look at and some were even comfortable but I could never get on with them. Last year it hit me. I don't like wearing high heels. They slow me down. I don't feel myself in them. So now I buy flatties or shoes with a slight heel. In fact shoes that Angela would describe as flat. I've heard that to give up high heels is to let yourself go. Buttocks to that, I say.

My name is..

Went to Pizza Hut last night with the Little Dudes and their Mum. Aaron announced that he wants to be known as DJ.The initials standing for Dave Junior, his Dad being called Dave. I asked him if he had a son would he call him AJ. Aaron said, no, the boy would be called DJ. I suggested DJJ would be better, but Aaron thought that was silly. Steve said if he was named after his Dad Pete, he would be called PJ. Angela and I kept quiet as our Mum's name is Barbara.

Older

All the grey has gone - I'm a brunette again. I think I could pass for 35-ish. Which is what I am. pretty much.

I've never really thought about getting old. I started going grey when I was 19 which is so young I never saw it as a sign of aging. What are the seven signs of aging anyway? I've noticed that I find it a bit disorienting walking upstairs - its hard to judge the stair - I fear that I might be starting the rocky road to being long sighted. That means I'll have to wear varifocals glasses. Just like my Mum does. I've started to like things with a pattern.

Wednesday

Robboworld is having a flea holocaust. Bearing in mind Robboworld is meat free- we are pretty pleased about it.
Angela is dying my hair tomorrow. I'm going back in the grey closet. When I look in the mirror I see that I'm looking old and I'm blaming the grey. One of the benefits of having a chubster face is that the fat fills out the wrinkles. Its true- that's where the saying about fat people having good skin comes from.

Itchy and Scratchy*

Robboworld - flea world more like. Tom has had loads and I've been bitten (it looks like my legs have got some sort of pox.) Because greyhounds have a weird body size/fat ratio you have to be really careful what flea treatments you give them otherwise they can get really ill. The Greyhound vet recommended some stuff that we ordered on the Internet, it finally came through today. hurray!!!We gave Tom his treatment and then has a industrial strength flea spray for the house. Keep your fingers crossed because none of the other stuff we have tried has worked. it is pretty disgusting, as we're finding lots of dead fleas, which I suppose proves it is working - but makes me feel itchy.

We're saw the Bourne Ultimatum. Really good although I sniggered when they say to Bourne "You really don't remember do you?" Duh- that is the whole point of the films!

*The best thing about this blog entry is the title.

Film stuff.

I like lists like this.

Rings Part 2.

Woke up, got ready , put my jewelry on. Ring still fitted. Took rings of whilst cleaning the loo (the glamour , the glamour.) Went to put rings on, couldn't get ring past my knuckle. WHY? Is it even possible to put weight on that quickly? I'd only had a cup of tea.

The bells , the bells.

My parents live near a church. A church with bells. Mum and I are sitting out in the conservatory chatting. The bells start to ring.
Mum: It must be a late wedding.
Gina: No one gets married this late, perhaps they're practising.
Mum: No they practise Wednesdays.
As it is about 6pm, I can't believe it would be a wedding, but as I'm not one to go on I let the subject drop. The bells stop and we carry on chatting.
The bells start ringing again.
Mum: Perhaps they are practising.
Gina: This is very olde England isn't it, listening to the church bells.
Mum: Mmnn.
The bells stop ringing. We carrying on chatting....bells start ringing again.
Gina: This is like being in Midsummer Murders. It's so quaint.
Mum laughs and we carrying on chatting. The bells stop ringing. Then they start again.
Mum: BLEEDING HELL!!!!!!


You can take the girl out of Hackney, but it seems you can't take Hackney out of the girl.

Rings

I had a pleasant surprise today. Since I've been working in London I have been making pack lunches. its not too bad once you get into the swing of it and it is surprising the lack of choice you have if you don't eat fish. Readers will be aware after the "fish pie" incident I have finally become a "proper" vegetarian - even though it is because I am scared of the fish. Also I have a stomping 15-20 minute walk to and from work. Although Ben can walk it in 11 minutes. But then I suspect he was wearing heelies at the time. Anyhow the point of this rambling is that I was going through my jewelry box. When I was about 22 (23?) Angela and Dave bought me a gold ring for my birthday or was it Christmas? It is a gold band about half an inch thick with a overlapping circle engraved on it. It is lovely and I used to wear it on my middle finger. It had always been a snug fit fit and when I took it to a jewellers to get it made a bit bigger, he said, no it was the right size. He was adamant so I accepted it. Over the years I got chubbier and I haven't been able to wear it. I couldn't get it on my middle finger and it was too loose for my ring finger and anyway my ring fingers are already spoken for. Yes reader - you have guessed what I'm going to say, I tried it on today and it fits! I cleaned it and it sparkles.

London

I have been shown a quiet cut through to work. It is bliss, no more walking against the tide of commuters. I actually get a chance to admire the buildings. I do love London especially by the river. I think of the blitz and the bombings and am so glad she is still here. I like the way the city has new buildings nestling alongside ancient churches and pubs.

Eight things I like

1. Reading -as in books,not the town.
2. Red wine
3. Kung Po vegetables and noodles
4. Walking Tommy on a quiet beach.
5. My clever phone.
6. Writing my blog.
7. Having a lie in
8. Watching a film with the Little Dudes - they give you a running commentary:

8 Things that get on my nerves

1. Jim Davidson on Hell's Kitchen.
2. Sniffers. That is people who sniff, not sniffer dogs.
3. People who say "That's my personality."
4. People who say "I don't care what you say."
5. Alex Lester - how has he managed to get a regular radio gig and not Richard Allinson?
6. Shopping on Saturdays.
7. Getting up in the mornings for work.
8. Getting a ladder in my tights.

Modern Technology

I am sitting at the works canteen, updating my blog on my phone. how cool is that?

8 useless things

Well Mrs M I've considered myself tagged.

1. I've no idea how much I weigh because I'm too scared to weigh myself. I think it is a lot.
2. I can watch telly and read at the same time.
3. I don't watch the soaps.
4. I laugh at my own jokes.
5. I've just found out three and free are supposed to be pronounced differently.
6. My underwear never matches.
7. I sing songs in my head most of the time.
8. I think it would be cool to be a werewolf.

and as a bonus - I think Agas are over rated.

Childfree to childless to childfree-ish

When I was little - I think I must have been about 8, Dad was talking about when Angela and I grew up. If we'd get married, what sort of jobs we'd have; that sort of thing. I remember shocking him by saying; " I suppose marriage is ok if you don't have kids." And to be honest that was my view point for the next 25 years.
I think there were a number of reasons I felt that way. Both Mum and Dad come from large families and as a new cousin seem to pop up annually. From a young age I saw what hard work babies are. I never had a romanticised view of what having a baby meant, and reader, this was before the days of the disposable nappy. The smell- yuk! Also my parents were big babies themselves when they had me and I remember Dad storming out a few times and thinking he could only do that because he knew Mum wouldn't. She would stay and look after us. That left a big impression on me.(Poor dad he probably only did it the once and was probably gone for about an hour - but I'm remembering this from a child's point of view.)
As I got older my feelings didn't change, I'd secretly feel a bit sorry for friends that became pregnant. Working with Mums who declared that they came to work "for a break" didn't change my mind either. When I was about 26 and in a boyfriendless state I did start to worry about being single, childless and alone for the rest of my natural life, but that feeling didn't last too long. I met Steve when I was 28 and got married at 30, still not feeling broody.
Then 2 things happened. The first was that my sister had kids and I just fell in love with the little dudes. The baby stage was still hard work and scary (they might die!) but it seemed worth it. Also as they got older it seemed ot get better and easier. Of course endless games of hide and seek are boring and I'd like to kill the person responsible for the Powder Puff Girls and a filled potty is a truly disgusting thing - but for the first time I could see myself doing this. I didn't want a baby I wanted a family.
The second thing was that we moved to a 3 bedroomed house. I think there is an urge to fill the bedrooms up.
So we decided to go for it. Unfortunately we couldn't do it the old fashioned way (well we could have done - but there is a genetic condition that meant the odds of having a diabled child was high- but there is a whole different subject for a blog.) So we entered the world of assisted conception. One day I'll write about that, but it was a very difficult thing and after 3 attempts I didn't get pregnant. For the first time in my life I'd really wanted something, did my best to get it and failed. I became depressed, which meant for me I was bawling or walking around with a dry eyed hollow stare. After a lot of resistance I finally agreed to take anti depressants. They did help in that they stopped me obesseively thinking (I smell, Steve will leave me, everyone hates me, I let the baby down) but they're weren't a magic wand. People suggested adoption, but I was scared that if we got turned down I would kill myself. I got therapy through work and that did help. Over 2 years I had three cycles of therapy. I believe that and the support I got from friends and family helped. I gradually began to see that I could have a meaningfull life without children.
Where am I now? Well seeing babies can still upset me (although not all the time, so that's an improvement)I think Steve and I are a stronger unit because of what we have been through together. I admire the way he stuck with me, as there were lots of time I couldn't bear being with me. I value what I have got rather than pining for a what I haven't. And sometimes, dear reader, I think I may have had a lucky escape.

Saturday

Met my Mum today at Southend. We sat on the balcony at the Navy and Military Club and you could hear the screams from the roller coaster. The tide was in, it was a really beautiful view. Mum was telling me that Aaron thinks that alien lawn mowers make the mysterious crop circles. Well that is as good a theory as any..
Walking down the high street there was a woman at a little stall, the sign read "let the parrot pick your future".That is strange in itself, but the bird wasn't a parrot. It was a budgie. She didn't have many customers.

That boy can bear a grudge.

The Little Dudes are back at school. When Joe first started school, he didn't take very kindly to it. It was harrowing for my poor sister -Joe used to get hysterical every morning. it was explained to him that he had to go to school, it was the law. Joe took that to mean that the Queen makes him go to school. Five years later he still blames the Queen and doesn't like her at all. I'm amazed that he has carried this grudge over half his life. Note to self - do not pee off Joe.
Today in Aaron's class a WPC came in and gave a talk. The children could ask questions. here are the ones that made me chuckle:
Will there always be enough police?
If you fall down a hall and the batteries run out of your walkie talkie what will you do?
At what time of the morning do you become a Police woman?

What the...?

We're sitting weatching telly, talking about our families.

Gina: Well as you know I'm the quietest way in my family.
Steve (spluttering on his drink): Well that's a high bar!
Gina: What d'ya mean?
Steve: There's not much in it.

Gina continues to look at Steve in amazement until he gets up and mumbles he needs to sort out his computer.

I must be the quietest one. When I'm with my family its really hard to get a word in.

Eggs

My Mum is really tight with eggs. When Mum makes a cake she always tells you how many eggs she used. As in "I used three eggs in that cake!No expense spared!" It just struck me that eggs are cheap - even free range organic eggs aren't expensive. Do you think it is because she can (just about) remember rationing? When I asked her why she is so tight with eggs (after she got over her initial shock. Mum denied she was but Angela backed me up.) She reckons it is because her Mum treated each egg as precious. Nan was born in 1910 and had six children, so I can understand why she was a careful housekeeper.

My Weekend

After reading "the Life in the Day" and "my weekend" features in the papers I thought I'd write about my ideal weekend. Its ok I don't expect you to read it.

I love waking up naturally in Saturday....and then rolling over and catching a few more zzzzs. When I wake up again, Steve is dozing and if this was a film there would be a shot of the breeze causing the curtain to flutter through an open window, or a steam train entering a tunnel...Then Steve staggers downstairs to make me a cup of Earl Grey and I read The Telegraph. I love having the papers delivered at the weekend, one of the many benefits of having your own front door. After a reviving cuppa I make breakfast - which is surprisingly healthy- fruit, muesli and yoghurt. We have breakfast in bed, it is lovely to mooch about after the hectic mornings during the week. Finally dressed I take Tommy for a walk over the beach while Steve gets ready. Ideally they wouldn't be any kites as they make Tommy nervous. Then when I get back we drive into Southend. I go to the library to stock up on some books and then we whizz round Sainsburys buying fruit and veg for the following week. If we're flush we'd to to TK Maxx and buy something nice that we don't need. The rest of the afternoon I'd spend gardening.When we first got the garden I assumed Mr Robbo would be interested, as my Dad loves gardening but it soon became apparent Mr Robbo had no interest and I was surprised to find out I quite enjoyed it. The garden isn't as good as it could be - not many plants can stand up to dog wee. Last week we went to a garden show and I asked a seller if he could recommend dog proof flowers and he suggested plastic!
Ideally Saturday evening we would go round my sister's or the Murphys for a takeaway and setting the world to rights. Chinese is we round Angela's , Indian if we're visiting the Murphys. Tim is brilliant at giving us the latest conspiracy theory- the Robbos love a good conspiracy. We don't get to see Tim and Sharon that much as we would like as Tim tends to work weekends.

Sunday morning involves more of the same - Sunday Times, breakfast in bed and more curtain fluttering (ugh curtain fluttering sounds really rude , as in I'd like to flutter your curtains..)Steve takes Tom for a walk and I potter about. If there is a Grand Prix Steve will watch that with his Dad and I'd go round my Mum's or Ruthie's for lunch and a chat. We tend to watch film on Sunday and not do very much at all. In fact there may be quite a bit of fluttering..

Do I know you?

I seem to have a very forgettable face. My new manager Steve (its funny that the 2 blokes who can officially boss me about have the same name) used to work at Southend. Although we worked in different departments we were there at the same time. Boss Steve kept going on about how he didn't remember me. After a while this got on my nerves.
Gina: That's funny because I remember you
Boss Steve; Really?
Gina: Yes Steve, you're the reason I applied for this job. I just had to see you again. I was heart broken when you left Southend..
Steve: Ha ha.
At least now he has stoppped going on about how he can't remember me. Actually I don't remeber him either - obviously our paths didn't cross- but I haven't told him that.
Today I bumped in to someone , when I said hello, she said she didn't recognise me...I must have a forgettable face.

Fridge

We've got a new fridge. It seems really small after our big fridge. Small but perfectly formed.
Big Brother final tonight - although I haven't got in to it so much this year, I'll still watch it. I hope the twins win. Perhaps I'm in to it more than I thought.

Money

The Robbos seem to be having a few months where every thing is just costing. In July we had unexpected expenses hospital visiting (those train fares mount up - it resulted in a couple of hundred quid we weren't expecting). Then I changed jobs - but my London weighting hasn't come through yet so this has been a bare month and NOW we think the fridge may be broken. And the MOT is due soon.

Stop Press- the fridge has broken. It is official.

I'm so excited!

Oh please let this be good.

1408

A few years ago I read a REALLY scary Stephen King short story called 1408. 1408 is the number of a hotel room (add the numbers up it makes 13!! Corny but good.)It was a story that stayed with you afterwards. Now I see that it is a film with John Cusack in it. Hopefully the fact that John Cusack is in it will mean it will be true to the spirit of the story. I don't know if I will be brave enough to see it at the pictures, although I could smuggle in scary film cushy *in.



* The cushion I hide behind when I watch scary films at home.

Back to work

Still liking the new job. Still got loads to learn. Still referring most of my phone calls. Need to remind myself that I've only been there 2 weeks.

Monday

First of all I have been asked to make one thing clear. In my previous post I mention Steve's auntie. This was shorthand - it was actually Steve's Uncle's girlfriend - but I thought that was long winded and just used the word Auntie. It is important to Steve that I clarify that it was his Uncle's girlfriend and not his Auntie. I suppose I should have called her Common- law Auntie.

We went to the garden show today and took Tommy. This bloke (weirdo?) more or less had poor Tommy in a bear hug and kept telling us how much bigger his dog was than Tom. I think the man had dominance issues. If Penny had been there she would had growled at him. A little while later the man made a bee line for Tommy again - but we just kept walking.

I blame my parents.

Steve and I went to a wedding this weekend. Steve is half Brum ( on his Mum's side) and the wedding was in Solihull. When I started talking his Auntie remarked that I haven't lost my accent. WTF?! I haven't gone anywhere to lose my accent. I live (as the crow - or pidgeon - flies) about 30 miles from my birth place. Why would she think I had lost my accent? I blame my parents. It's their fault I'm a Londoner.
BTW the only time I did lose my accent was when I lived out in Australia. I started to end every sentence on an up.
Another BTW - I like my accent. I don't want to lose it.

Spoilt

The other day I was talking to Mum and said I needed a wind proof brolly. Viola! i come in from work and there is a windproof brolly on the kitchen work top. I was really pleased ...until I realised that today is market day. i hope they didn't buy it from Del Boy...When I rang Mum up to thank her (you shouldn't have! I hope it didn't cost too much!) Mum said she got it from TK Maxx. That means it should be windproof.

Panic

I'm finding that the journey to work can get a bit tricky. A couple of mornings I have got a bit panic-ky. As in needing to take a few deep breaths to calm down. Then I need to use the loo (but don't - I think I'm worried that the loo will be out of order and I'll wet myself) and spend the rest of the journey trying to calm down. Most of the time it works, I manage to calm myself. It is pretty horrible at the time though. As the journey home is fine I think it is nerves about the day ahead. I'm sure that I'll get through this. Although tonight I'm worrying about tomorrow morning's journey. So in short I am worrying about being worried tomorrow.You don't need to tell me that's mad. Anyone got any tips in how they deal with their own irrational behaviour?

MacLesson

I find stuff like this interesting.

Basically.

I was in Southend today, shopping. I went into the bank to pay in a cheque that I've been carrying around in my handbag for a week. I get to he paying in machine (hardly ever works anyway) rummage through my bag and then realise I haven't got work handbag with me. Arrgh. As I go to leave I see Little Dudes and big Dude (their Dad) sitting in the waiting area. Actually I didn't see them - they had to holler my name several times. The first thing I notice is that they are wearing matching sandals. I know Angela likes to dress the boys the same , but I didn't realise she was including her husband in that. Joe had a big tear across the knee of his jeans. I wasn't sure if that was on purpose and asked him. He cheerfully told me it was the mark of death. Mark of death? The Little Dudes are obsessed with all things horrific.
When I got home Steve and I had a row because I muttered "fecking basic"* under my breath. Now I'm having to endure him telling me stuff and then adding -"but I thought that would be fecking basic."** I'm getting my own back though. During the Robbo row he accused me of just pretending to love him so I'm calling him Pretend Husband. The Robbos are not sophisticated arguers.

* He hadn't put the door stop against the door, so it was in danger of slamming on Tommy. I said "You haven't used the door stop" and then muttered "fecking basic". Steve demanded to know what I had muttered (he didn't believe my answers of "nothing" "love you?")so I said very slowing "fecking basic" and it went nuclear after that. He is sooo touchy.

** Obviously we were using a different word.

Blood ties

Watched Blood Ties on Living tonight.It was surprisingly faithful to the book. The actress who played Vicky Nelson looked a bit like Anatasia when she was wearing her glasses. It was a pity Henry didn't have an English accent. Afterall, he is supposed to be the illegitimate son of Henry VIII. Still I think it is a keeper.
BTW I've been wiped off all the system at work, and they got my pay wrong. Aargh!

Count to Ten....

I like to think of my self as easy going, empathic and even tempered. And most of the time I am. Sort of. But tonight I really lost my temper with Mr Robbo. I'm sorry Mr Robbo. I was out of order.
BTW we are definitely not one of those couples that get off on arguing. You know when it leads to hot sex. Arguing just gives us both a headache. In fact I've just taken some panadol.

How Rude!!!

Warning - I'm banging on about the commute:

Where work is about a 20 minute FAST walk from the station. And on the way back it is uphill (but weirdly seems faster.) My legs ache.

Gina: Even the muscles in my bum ache.
Ruthie: Its all the talking you do from it.

Well really - and Ruthie is supposed to be a friend :0)

First Day

The first day wasn't too bad. I don't regret changing jobs. The journey's ok. People were friendly and Imanaged ot get up at 5.45 AM. I do feel tired now - but Ithink I'll feel better after dinner.
I travelled in with Ruthie. She threatened to blog about me...

Packing for Work.

I've started to sort out stuff I need to take with me to work tomorrow. I took all my appraisal stuff home as I didn't have the balls to bin it. I won't bother trawling that to London yet. I think it will stay buried in the kitchen cupboard for a while. I did bin my 10 year service certificate though as I thought what would be the point in taking it home to bin it there.
Sooo - here is what I've packed to take in with me tomorrow:

My pens (as I don't like using work issue pens -they get blobby too quickly.)
A pebble Claire gave me. I use it like a worry bead when I'm on a call from hell.
Plastic glass for water. I drink a LOT of water and those little plastic water beakers don't do it for me.
Mug and spoon - for my Nestle Coffees - as I don't like the vending coffee.
Pack of Nestle coffees.
My diary.
Framed photo of Penny and Tommy.
Framed photo of the Little Dudes.


I don't think I'll have room for my packed lunch. Ruthie suggests that I take a packed lunch as it is expensive other wise. I normally get the Boots meal deal at £2.99 - but there isn't a Boots near my new work. I think I'll treat myself to a sandwich for the first day.

I was reading the TV guide and was (way too) excited to see that there is show on Living on Thursday. Its on at 8 and its called Blood Lines (or something like that). It is based on the Blood books by Tanya Huff. I read that a year or so ago and really enjoyed them. I hope the programme is as good. I've set it up on my (I suppose I should say our)personal planner.

Leaving Do

I had my leaving do - and very nice it was too. Didn't get too drunk and woke up this morning feeling un-hungover. Perhaps I have finally grown up and can drink in moderation...I will be still working for the same company but it feels funny leaving Southend after 14 years. Lots of people had an opinion on commuting to London. I got fed up of telling them that I've commuted before. True enough I lived closer to London then but I was about 1 1/2 miles from the station- that was some walk- and I could never get a seat on the train.

Another crush bites the dust..

I was watching telly and the adverts came on. There was an advert for a film with Nathan Fillion in it. Captain Mal *sigh* Imagine my disappointment - he looks like he has wig hair. I don't think it is a wig but that he has dyed his hair wig brown. Now I hope they don't bring Firefly/ Serenity back. Nathan - why?
Ruthie and I were discussing Brangelina. neither of us think Brad is right for her.
Gina: I don't know why she didn't go for George. he's more political.*
Ruthie: And gay.
Nooooooooooooooo!!!!

*Get me talking as if I actually know these people.

Special offer

We've taken up a non contract - one off payment Sky offer. Installation, digibox and variety channels for a one off 75 quid. After 6 months I lose the pay for view channels. Fair enough.Ever since Sky have been sending me direct debits forms - I ring up and state the special offer number and they say I don't need to fill it in. Until tonight when all the channels were turned off. I rang up Sky AGAIN. I was really shocked by the operator's attitude - he kept talking over me and HE was getting angry with ME! I don't know why - he wasn't paying for the call. I think it was because I was asking questions he couldn't answer.
Steve ended up having to take the call over (that's how bad it got). Its sorted out again. They don't need to know my bank details. I'm not holding my breath though. Stupid special offer.

Hot

I don't want to be a meanie - but its too hot for me.

Secret Grudge List.

I think most people tend to think that I'm easy going. And most of the time I am. But I do notice things and although I might not say something at the time, I do remember. You could say they go on my secret grudge list. I shouldn't keep a secret grudge list because when it gets full up I go mad. And the poor person on the receiving end has no idea why. To be fair to myself this happens very rarely. Yes you guessed it - I blew a friendship out of the water today.
In my last job i made really good friends with the girls I worked with. When I left I was confident we'd still be friends. But there was a lot of little things - I felt if I didn't make the effort to see them- popping up on their floor, inviting them to lunch - I didn't see them. Of course I should have mentioned this, but it went on my secret grudge list. They were invited to my parents' party. One girl couldn't go because she had an operation (I'm not totally mad - I'll accept a sick note) the other said she may come if she didn't have plans. She didn't let me know if she was coming, she just didn't turn up. That hurt my feelings - but I didn't say anything - it just went on the secret grudge list. And I also made excuses - they're busy etc. I invited them to my leaving do, fully expecting they would come. They said they would - but now plans have changed for them - they can met me for lunch but can't go out next Friday. One of the girls was having a friend over Friday or Saturday. As you can imagine that went straight to the top of my secret grudge list. At first I agreed to go to lunch - but inside I was stewing. I hate going out work lunch time as I can't relax, having one eye on the clock. I sent them an email saying I couldn't make lunch. They suggested another day - and that's when I lost it. (I thought, come on - I'm leaving Southend to go to London - this is a big deal for me.its not like I'm just going to work on a different floor.) My words weren't horrible but my tone was. I handled it badly and I was really upset.

I pretty much think the friendship is over. They made it pretty obvious they don't want to spend an evening with me and I made it pretty obvious where they can stick it. I suppose you could argue that the friendship had really been quietly dying for some time. But I wish I had told them the things that were bothering me. At least they would have known. Instead they thought everything was okay, I'd be all right about being blown out and they got a shock when I growled. When I growl like that I shock myself. So that it what I going to salvage from this - no more keeping secret grudge lists. They don't work.

My Poor Feet

I bought a pair of shoes. They are described as comfortable. They should be - you know some shoes are f-me* shoes? well these could be described as a cup of tea and a biccy shoes. No sex appeal whatsoever. The shoes are black and flat. And they f'ing killed my feet. My poor toes are a sea of blisters. And if these shoes aren't comfortable what is the point of them?
BTW once when I was high on hormones I bought a pair of killer f-me shoes. They're black and purple and when I wear them I'm six feet tall. But f-me I can't walk in them to save my life.

*Although Gina Robertson curses in real life, it doesn't feel right for Gina Robbo.

Wednesday

I'm sorting out my leaving "do" and I have to collect deposits for the meal. Now I know for sure who is coming and I will be able to book the right number for dinner. I can't believe it is next week.
At my new job I'll need a new pass. This means a new photo. Yikes. Shall I do Boy George's trick and paint my chin and neck black so it looks like I've got a thin face?

Couples that don't talk.

Many moons ago I read a book where the heroine is dumped by her husband because he didn't want to turn into one of those couples who don't talk in restaurants.When I was younger I was fascinated seeing couples that didn't say one word to each other. I thought that they must have a very bad relationship. I felt sorry for them. Now I realise that Steve and I don't say much to each other when we are out. I like to think it is because we are so comfortable in each other's company we don't feel the need to chat. I shared this thought with Steve - and once he got over the shock that I was talking to him, he agreed. But then he would, wouldn't he?

What's in a name?

As part of lazy Sunday I was reading some of the blogs on Dashboard and one writer was talking about the importance of the blog name. I think I was pretty unimaginative when it came to my blog title. I felt pretty shy about doing a blog in the first place and I didn't really know what I'd be writing. I chose Gina Robbo because Steve's nickname is Steve Robbo so I sort of kept the family connection. When I say family, please do not be alarmed, we're strictly related through marriage. I didn't want anything too cheesy like Frustrated Writer or I'm a office worker get me out of here. Now I regard GinaRobbo as my trade mark and I'd be strangely annoyed if there is another Gina Robbo out there. Its like Clark Kent and Superman. By day I'm Gina Robertson but by night I'm Gina Robbo!!!! Only I can't fly and don't have a cape.
Do you think I should get out more?

Weekend

After a very busy, super stressy week we've had a very lazy (well after essential cleaning chores - a week from hell does not mean that one lets one's standards slip)weekend. We watched The Lady Vanishes. I won't spoil for you if you haven't seen it - but do try and see it as you'll realise a lot of films pay homage to it. I love getting film references and at one point nearly peed myself with excitement. Steve and I like to play spot the character most likely to die - Steve got it right this time. You play it by shouting out "Dead meat!" when they're on the screen. That's why we tend to watch films at home, much more fun than the cinema where you have to keep quiet.
I've been to London quite a few times this week. I used to commute about 9 years ago and am amazed at the change of train etiquette. Some people treat the carriage as if it is their living room, music blaring and long, loud one sided telephone conversations. On a very rickety tube ride to South Kensington the girl sitting opposite me was applying mascara. I kept waiting for her to poke her eye out.

Black eye

Steve is sporting a black eye. No, I didn't give it to him -he has had a minor operation on it Tuesday. He has been in a fair bit of pain. Which is why I have forgiven this:

Gina is blabbing on about how things normally turn out on the best.
Steve: yeah and you thought you'd get pregnant.*
Gina: Blimey Steve , break to me gently!

Gina then gives Steve the evils as Steve tries to back out of it. Actually I thought it was pretty funny - but I had to make him squirm a bit first.

* I had fertility treatment a few years ago. I was very optimistic it would work. I'm a twit

Hmmnn...

I was just been reading one of my regular blogs. And I noticed although I'm still linked to I've been moved lower down the list. So much lower down I thought I had been removed. Now I know this is a small thing and I shouldn't even notice stuff like this (me being so grown up an' all). But even so...

Hello -I'm still here

Just realised that I haven't blogged for a few days. My poor reader(s) how have you managed?
Steve has had a minor operation having a thingy removed from his face. He was very brave and has to take it easy. That means I'm doing all my chores and his chores. I'm a bit worn out. I never realised how much he does. Don't tell him that though.

Steve is right - it is a load of buttocks.

Your True Love Is a Capricorn

Why you'll love a Capricorn: Hard working and driven, a Capricorn will work overtime to win your heart. Be prepared to get wined and dined, even once you're convince that your Capricorn is the one! Why a Capricorn will love you: You don't rush things. You know it will take a while for a Capricorn to trust you, and you can wait. Social and outgoing, you can introduce normally shy Capricorn to a great circle of friends.

What Sign Is Your True Love?

And I didn't cheat with my answers.

Steve's a Virgo!

After reading Steve's blog I had to post this:

Never Date a Capricorn

Somber, demanding, and freakishly logical. Emotions? It's not clear that Capricorn has them. And while it may be flattering for a Capricorn to be serious about you, bad news: they expect you to be super serious in return. Instead try dating: Aquarius, Gemini, Leo, or Virgo

What Sign Shouldn't You Date?

Friday

No one handed in my ring. Oh well. There is no use claiming on the insurance because the excess £100 which is more than I paid for the ring. It was a nice ring though. If any one out there has found it and kept it (heaven forbid) I hope your finger drops off.

Thursday.

I've got my leaving date from work - 10th August. It will be an end of an era! I've worked in the building for 14 years so it will feel funny leaving. I'm inviting people for drinks from work and dinner, Mae if you are reading this considered yourself invited! I'm looking forward to it, its been ages since I've been out with a group of people. But then I am an unpopular member of staff so perhaps there won't be that many of us there..
On an annoying note - I lost my little finger ring. I'm pretty sure that I lost it at work - but I couldn't find it anywhere. I hope my good karma comes into play because I ALWAYS hand in stuff I find.
I'm reading Imperfectly natural Woman by Janey Lee Grace. Isn't it odd that many people who are in to alternative stuff (eg won't take anti biotics because they are bad for you, think sun screen give you cancer)smoke?

Bring out the Branston

The Littlest Dude attends speech therapy. Angela and I were discussing his progress.
Angela: ..So Aaron asked for a cheese and Branston sandwich. But he didn't say Branston clearly. I said I couldn't understand him and he managed to say cheese and banston.
Me: Why didn't he say cheese and pickle if he is having trouble with his "r"s?
Angela eyes rolling : He'll only eat Branston.
Me: Oh!

MmmmMagnum

There is one Magnum triple chocolate lolly in the freezer. Unfortunately there are two of us.
"You have it"
"No you have it"
We're not grown up enough to share it. At the moment there is an uneasy - if you can't have it I won't have it.
I think Steve will be the first one to break.
BTW I got the job! Don't know when I'll be starting yet.

Pizza (or how kids tell lies)

Just to expand on the post below:
We're at Pizza Hut with the boys. One of the reasons we are there is that Joe has a nut allergy and the Meat Feast is nut free. (although saying nut allergy is a bit like saying diabetes is a sugar allergy.) The boys want large, thick crust. I query that that this might be a bit too much for them but they are quick to reassure me that they always have this. So I order it for them. And they eat it all.
"That's the biggest pizza I've ever eaten." Aaron tells me as he pushes his empty plate away.
They played Gina for a sucker.

The next morning I'm cooking breakfast for them. I'm reading the back of the honey pot for ingredients. I'm pretty sure it won't contain nuts but you have to check. There are no nuts but there is a disclaimer. It is quite long winded but the gist of it is 'It shouldn't have nuts in it. But it might. We can't be bothered to check. Its up to you if you eat it or not" Shame on you Tesco.
BTW I didn't give Joe the honey.

Sunday

Had a great time hanging out with the Little Dudes. It was hilarious watching Dare Devil as they gave us a running commentary on what happens just before it happened.
A storm woke us up at the ungodly hour of 6am. Tommy was terrified but fortunately for me he was whimpering on Steve's side of the bed.

When to shut up...

I had an interview today. When they asked me how I would handle the commute I gave them the full benefit of my research on train times. "If I get the 7.05, that would get me into London 8.07 which should get me here at 8.30. If I get the 5.30 I'd get home about 6.30." Yes, I actually said 8.07.
The Little Dudes are coming over tomorrow for a sleep over. We're taking them out for pizza and then watching Dare Devil. Can't wait!

Cool Girl.

I've been reading blogs like Company bitch where the blogger uses cool pseudonyms, slags people off, discusses their sex life and has a way cool 'list of characters' on their side bar.
I don't slag off people(who I know )in this blog, in case they read it, or someone reads it and tells them and they beat me up. Reading my blog you could be forgiven for thinking I've never had sex (the whole Doctor Who geekiness, the way I got confused between real life and Heroes). Then I found out Steve's Auntie Carole reads this blog and tells his Mum about it- so I'm keeping well clear of the sex thing. Also Steve's mates read this and I wouldn't want them to feel inferior..
Perhaps I should start another blog - but make it anonymous and not tell anyone it is me. I could slag people off, give them mean nicknames. I could call it Honks of Filth (I watched How Clean is your House and Kim said "This honks of filth " and it struck me as a good name for a blog)...oh dear I've just blown it haven't I?

Now I know why I don't diet and Victoria Beckham always looks so miserable. It sucks not eating. Stupid rumbling tummy, stupid food poisoning.

If you ever get food poisoning from eating fish, taking an anti histamine helps. Steve looked it up on the Internet in the early hours of this morning. I'm never eating fish again. I'm scared of the fish.

I'm sure everyone noticed the look of barely controlled horror on Ziggy's face when Chanelle was not evicted from Big Brother last night. Steve has that look on his face every time I mention decorating.
I haven't put a title on this because I can't click on the title box. it was going to be called: The Look of Love (Not).

"As a parent..."

I purely hate it when someone starts a sentence "As a parent I feel awful that a child had died/injured/gone missing". It makes me feel like a non parent. That I can possibly understand because I haven't got children. Which is a nonsense.

Friday

I'm secretly proud that I am left handed. It is a silly thing to be secretly proud of, as it is no effort for me to be left handed. I suppose it is like being proud of your eye colour. It makes no sense.
Watched Big Brother last night. Charley is very proud of her chest isn't she?

Even younger Gina

Thinking about how I was at 19 made me starting thinking about when I was 9. Although I might get 9 and 10 muddled up as it was a long time ago.
When I was 9:
Mum wouldn't let me watch Charlie's Angels. I was very cross about that and felt it was very unfair.
I loved drawing and writing stories. I would carrying on reading after the light was turned out.
I shared a bedroom with Angela. I hated that. I hated the fact we went to bed at the same time and I was the OLDEST.
I was in the Brownies. We lived in London.
Dad did night work so we had to be very quiet during the day as not to wake him up.
We didn't have a phone. Or a car.
I had a Purdy haircut.
I thought my Mum knew everything. She still thinks she does.
I have never been on a plane or been abroad.
I used to play out with my mates. I had a Tomahawk bike.
We didn't have central heating. We used to get dressed in front of the gas fire.
I liked The Famous Five, Secret Seven, The Faraway tree and Amelia Jane is naughty again. I thought the Wombles might be a bit real.

Games

Steve downloaded a game on my phone. I call it Bubble Pop, but that's not its real name (puzzle bubble or something.)I don't normally like games but this is very addictive. Steve had to explain to me how to play it, step by step. I saw Joe yesterday, he is off school with a tummy bug. To cheer him up I let him play Bubble Pop. As I was explaining to him how to play it, he was already playing it. Is that the difference between a 20th Century and 21st century person? Or is it just me?

I was just randomly looking at blogs and came across a blog where someone really opens their heart. But there is a spelling mistake in the title of the blog. And I got all snobby about it. I am a terrible, shallow person. (I even got the dictionary to check- how mean is that -if she wasn't so depressed I'd let her know.)

Your EQ is 133

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick! 51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese. 71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely. 91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that. 111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt. 131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin. 150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.

What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

Dentist

I had a dental check up this morning. I had a little filling (I call little fillings the ones where you don't have to have an injection) and a teeth clean. It came to £43.40, which isn't bad I suppose but doesn't feel very NHS.
When I left the Dentists it was bucketing down with rain. All this rain is getting weird.

Young Gina

Hurray! mrs M has updated her blog! its about how different the 39 and a bit Mrs M is from the 19 and a bit Mrs M. So mrs M - I ripping off your blog.
When I was 19 I didn't know Steve Robbo, so my name wasn't Gina Robbo.
I had a steady boyfriend who was a complete f!ckw!t. Readers, he was so up his own arse he used to explain MY jokes back to ME. Readers I'm sorry to say I thought he was terrific. Sadly Young Gina had to kiss a few frogs before she met her prince.
I started going to pubs. My tipple then was vodka and tonic. Stupid young Gina started to smoke "socially".
For some reason Young Gina used to carry a brolly with her every where (I think I had a horror of getting my hair wet)but hated using a handbag.
Young Gina would snigger behind Now Gina's back, as Now Gina has her own special glass and coffee cup at work, as well as photos on her desk. Young Gina used to think people like that were really sad.
I don't think YG knew what the Internet was, YG never thought she would own a mobile phone. YG had a choice of 4 TV channels to watch.
Young Gina was all right but she was very naive and tended to believe what she was told. She was also a bit of a clothes snob- like she would only wear 501s. Young Gina would be mortified at Now Gina rummaging through George and Peacocks.

Your Five Factor Personality Profile

Extroversion: You have medium extroversion. You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party. Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences. But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time." Conscientiousness: You have medium conscientiousness. You're generally good at balancing work and play. When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done. But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it. Agreeableness: You have medium agreeableness. You're generally a friendly and trusting person. But you also have a healthy dose of cynicism. You get along well with others, as long as they play fair. Neuroticism: You have low neuroticism. You are very emotionally stable and mentally together. Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly. Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure. Openness to experience: Your openness to new experiences is high. In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas. You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits. A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.

The Five Factor Personality Test

Robbo Rule No 2.

Robbo Rule number 2 is who ever gets out of bed last, makes it. The rule was violated this morning by Mr Robbo. As I'm not one to make a fuss or go on about things I made the bed. Later Tommy was whimpering for his walk. (He does that as soon as we get dressed)
Steve: Why is Tommy crying?
Me: Because you didn't make the bed.
Steve: No he's not!

Shame

I'm on the telephone to my nephew. He is a Dr Who fanatic, so I can geek off to him and he thinks I'm cool not sad.

Me: Did you see the Doctor Who cartoon this morning?
Joe: No I don't watch them. They're silly.
me (shocked):I thought it was good!
Joe (being polite to his aged aunt):I'm glad you liked it.

The shame, the shame.

Rain

My dad says that if you live in England you can't take any notice of the weather. I've agreed with that - I quite cheerfully do the gardening, walk the dog in most types of weather, but the past few days have been ridiculous. I took Tom for a walk in a mild drizzle and came home soaked. The heavens opened just as I got to the point of no return. I know that we're lucky that we haven't been flooded (I heard a funny but horrible joke about at least all the Bull Eye winners have got somewhere to cruise in their speedboats now)but I'm fed up being soggy.
I watched the Doctor Who cartoon this morning. It was really good and was voiced by the proper actors. I was a bit worried it was going to be voiced by sound a likies. I don't know if it was a one off or a series. Its been years since I've watched telly on a Saturday morning. I suppose that is because I'm a grown up. Allegedly.
The cartoon was about finding a ship that showed you your heart's desire. Martha's was the Doctor (big surprise) you never found out about the Doctor's (he is so mysterious!). It made me think about my heart's desire. It would go like this:
Steve: Where am I? Where are my clothes? You know what? Grand Prix is noisy and boring. I don't think I'll bother watching it any more.

Pink Fraud

Just got in after seeing Pink Fraud at the Riga. They are a Pink Floyd tribute band. I think tonight they played mostly B sides. It was a bit boring. And my legs ache from all that standing around.
Nice to meet Steve's mates though.

Just a thought..

Do you think Gordon Brown is really the Master and he has gassed Tony's Cabinet?

Work stuff

I'm at the photocopier, copying my last 2 appraisals when Lesley, a senior manager I've never worked for but know , walked past:

Lesley: Are you applying for a job.
Me: Yeah, !!!$$$$* have got some jobs going
Lesley: Are they in Canada Square?
Me: Good Lord no - I'm not going to change trains to get to work, too much of a faff.
Lesley; Ha ha Gina you are funny.

Who's joking? I mean it.

* I'm not telling you what job I'm going for yet. I'm paranoid.

Secret

Its a blumen' secret how they get people to buy this rubbish. AAARRRGGGHHHHH
So glad I got it from the library and didn't pay twelve quid for it.

Lucky me

I don't normally blog about work but due to work changes I'm looking for a new job. Steve is has been great helping me with my CV. I'm applying for a few jobs in London and he has volunteered to do the cooking and week day shopping. What a sweetie!!!(in a macho way obviously). Ruthie has been brilliant as well - even offering to lend me some smart clothes if I get to interview. I'm a lucky girl.

Got The Secret out of the library - that has been a lot of ho hah about this. I think it is about putting out positive thoughts or something. Anyway wish me luck with my job hunt.

Food I don't like

Hannahhas written a blog about food/drink she doesn't like.
Here is my list:

marmite
bovril
instant coffee.
sweet wine.

So if you ever want to invite me round for dinner I'm pretty easy to cook for.

A quick Doctor Who question - are they saying that Time Lords are like vampires in that humans are strangely attracted to them?

You Are a Peacemaker Soul

You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can. War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace. You are a good mediator and a true negotiator. Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy. While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental. You lose respect for people who don't like to both give and take. On the flip side, you've got a graet sense of humor and wit. You're always dimplomatic and able to give good advice. Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

New Photo

Came to the painful conclusion I am not photogenic. Can understand totally why some people put on photo of their feet as their blog picture or a cute cartoon.
BTW still haven't got hair remorse.
PS. In you look in the corner you can see Panda.

Books and Stuff

Got my Amazon delivery of my G A McKevatt books today. Brilliant! Still I've got my pile of library J D Robbs to get through first. The librarian actually commented on how many I'd checked out (7). I've read 3, 4 more to go. I'm really enjoying them but I don't know if they are re-readable. I really enjoyed Heroes but I don't know if I could sit through it again. I think some stuff you watch/read to find out what happens. You really enjoy it, but at the end its done. Then there is the stuff you can re-read and re- watch (not a word I think, but will do for my purposes)again and again. Buffy, Angel and Doctor Who being prime examples. It doesn't matter that you know the ending, you just enjoy being in their little world. I know what happens in The Shining - but I love that book, and am gripped every time I read it; although I don't think I'll re-read The Stand. I suppose it is the difference between plot driven and character driven stories.
I know lets do a list!

One Night Stands:
The Stand- Stephen King
Shawshank Redemption(really loved that film but it was so emotionally draining I couldn't watch it again)
Polo- Jilly Cooper
The Water's Lovely - Ruth Rendell
Heroes
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Enduring Love:
Buffy
Angel
Rosemary and Thyme (these are my favourite comfort watch at the moment)
The Shining - Stephen King
Rivals -Jilly Cooper
Any Agatha Raisin book - M C Beaton
High Fidelity (the film not the book. Although I liked the book)
Matrix

and things I'd thought I'd like but hated:
Wicked - Jilly Cooper (Jilly - I couldn't even finish it.)
Supernatural
Seven (didn't stay till the end it was so rubbish.)
Ghost Country - Sara Paretsky

Mrs Miggins and Mr Whoppy

Looked at Mrs Miggins's blog today. Mrs M hasn't updated her blog in AGES, thus depriving me of a giggle. I looked at it just now and nearly wet myself - she has changed her background, Hurray! I thought, Mrs M has updated her blog. I was wrong. She has just changed the background. That doesn't count Mrs M.
I was thrilled to see Whoppy has updated his blog - that's more like it!

Chop, chop

I've got short hair now. It's a tad shorter that the photo I showed Julie. (Julie cuts my hair.) Short hair is my default hair cut. My hair is so thick it has bowl like tendencies and I've never got the hang of straighteners. I wonder how long it will take for remorse to set in? I'll keep you posted.

BTW - anyone got some tasty marrow recipes? I've got one the size of a baby in the fridge and I want to do it some justice.

I knew it!

How evil are you?

What the..

Against my better judgement I read an Amy Winehouse interview. The interviewer was making a big deal about how Amy is actually a very devoted wife. To illustrate this, we're told how Amy, in a restaurant, divided her meal in 2 and gave the other half on plate to her husband. He didn't even have to ask.
WTF?! That's an example of freaky control eating. If husband wanted something to eat he would have ordered something. Ooh it feels better to write that down, I've been stewing on that all day.

It seems I got very smashed last night. Steve told me he has sorted out Esther's email address.
Me: Oh does Esther need new email?
Steve stares at me: So you don't remember the conversation then?
Me: Blimey I was pissed wasn't I?
Steve: yes you were.

Still at least when I get out of it these days the worst things that happen are I forget a conversation about e mails, seriously consider (but decide against) not bothering to take my make up off before going to bed and am sound asleep by 11.

I, Geek.

I am getting fed up with watching 'to be continued ' on Doctor Who. Really enjoyed the episode- what a twist! I'm going to check if they are any watch fobs that I haven't noticed before lying about the place.

We* were talking about the Paul McGann Doctor Who film. I always thought I watched it with Steve. I secretly think that Steve is the geeky one and I'm the cool one. But the film was made before I knew him. So I must have watched in all on my own. I think I must have watched it by myself because the little dudes hadn't been born.** I now realise that I've always been a geek! Especially as I was about 27 at the time, living at home with my parents and watching it in my bedroom. And it was probably shown on a Saturday night.

* Unless otherwise stated 'we' refers to Steve and I. I get fed up of writing Steve and I or Steve and me.
** Angela, Mum and Dad aren't that bothered about Doctor Who. Yes I don't understand it either.