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Success
The second "lost coat" has made its way home! Sometimes it pays to be an evil mum. He does not hold a grudge and he still loves me since I was good enough to comfort him in his balloon related crisis without laughing. Once again he proved that the secret to his happiness is to be able to ride on the back of my bike with his hands under my jumper while telling me jokes and what he had for pudding at school. Anyway, The Boy and I are off on an evening out to the carol service of the boy secondary school I used to work at a few years ago. The Boy has a great time singing while I mime and it gives me chance to catch up on the gossip. A double winner.
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15.12.04 20:14 |
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Tell it like it is why don't you... #2
While trying on a skirt to check if the length was suitable for work I sighed "my ar*e is truly gianormous". Him Indoors who clearly likes to wear his breakfast rather than eat it added "well, you have been stuffing yourself the past 2 weeks" and "didn't you say something about eating your own weight in samosas yesterday?". Thanks for the honesty love ! |
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16.12.04 09:18 |
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If money and time were no object I would like to learn to fly helicopters (only been in helicopters as a passenger twice but loved it). Yet I dislike travelling by plane - go figure.
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16.12.04 22:26 |
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I never thought I'd ever say it
... I don't think I can eat another piece of chocolate.
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16.12.04 22:35 |
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Thanks for good friends
It's the work christmas do tonight. The plan for operations was meant to run as follows: finish work at 5pm, switch back into not quite dry cycling clothes, pick up The Boy from after school club, get home, feed cat + child, get washed, dressed and made up, drop by neighbour, talk neighbour into looking after child until return of Him Indoors from London and leave by 6.30pm. A bit of a stretch. Instead I am sitting here blogging with half an hour to spare before the Stroppycow taxi service is due to make its first pick up (I won't be drinking, I'll be the one taking notes with the purpose of increasing my income by the means of blackmail ah, ah, ah). All this thanks to Christine who is always there in a crisis. I managed to get out of work early and Christine came round to do the girly stuff while I was getting ready. She remained calm while I was frantically looking for my 1 strapless bra. She laughed when I considered going braless if the bra was not found (I only considered it for about 12 1/2 seconds really). She rubbed copper toned shiny cream on my back and shoulders to make them appear less pasty. She confirmed the long black velvet halterneck dress does not need taking in or out in any places and that it does not make my bum look big. She also went to pick up my child from after school club and will be feeding him and looking after him until Him Indoors can take over. I was not that keen to go out but she worked so magic and I am now looking forward to the evening. How nice is that? |
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17.12.04 19:14 |
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I grind my teeth. When I realise I am doing it I stop myself but I don't always notice. As a result my teeth have some degree of faceting.
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19.12.04 23:05 |
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The art of giving
There is nothing like christmas to be reminded how dificult it can be to find the right present. The work christmas do was no exception with the unavoidable secret santa (you know who you are buying for - they are not supposed to know who is buying for them and you are meant to spend no more than £5). Secret Santa is a minefield. It is easy to disappoint and even easier to offend. This year was no exception and while one colleague loved her smutty presents (one was particularly appropriate and the accompaniying note made us giggle for a bit) another was very offended by hers thinking the person who had given the present was trying to make a point (which he wasn't - the fact he was given a w**kometer should have helped her put things into perspective). Today I cycled into Kingston in a bid to purchase the last few presents I need to get before we sail on Wednesday. I am ashamed to say I was overtaken by an old lady with a purple rinse at the lights near Twickenham station (one day I will get round to remembering to change gear when I get to traffic lights so it does not take me forever to pull off when they turn green). I still cannot find anything for my maternal grandparents. They are the hardest people to buy for in the universe. They have everything and due to their declining health they have no hobbies, never go anywhere and never do anything. To make matters worse my grandmother is the most ungrateful receiver of gifts. Over the years I have seen her dismiss most offerings as a nuisance at best - ornaments need dusting, plants need watering etc. Even my sister who is the ultimate present queen is struggling. Him Indoors' mum is the complete opposite. She is very good at giving clues and is delighted with every offering and I have raided the Aveda counter for smellies to go with the new shower which is getting fitted in her flat now her hip troubles have rendered the bath unmanageable. I like giving presents - especially if there is no special reason for giving them but dislike the pressure of presents within a timeframe and even if I get the right thing the delivery will leave a lot to be desired (wrapping paper, you must be kidding, what's the point, it'll only get thrown?). Christmas is the worst. I always wish I had my sister's knack for finding the ideal gift. She seems to make a mental note of what people say in passing and when she sees something which she know will fit the bill she gets it and puts it away for month ready for the right giving opportunity and it will be delightfully gift wrapped. I swear we are from a seperate gene pool. While we are on the subject of presents, to avoid last year's disappointment I have started to think about what I would like for my birthday. I want to avoid a repeat of last year's disappointment - yes I am still milking Him Indoors' disastrous choice of a new set of lights for the bike (in his defense it is early in January and so soon after Christmas it is hard to think presents and everyone is broke, dieting and partied out so no chance of a nice bash either). This year I have decided not to rely on hints and to give plenty of warning so here is the list of what would make me a happy bunny for my birthday (does not have to take place on the actual day - any time in January will do): 1. A mind blowing birthday kiss 2. A trip to the seaside where I will be allowed to just sit on the beach for as long as I want and watch the waves come in (maybe PeterJ can show me the way to the groyne). 3. For somebody to take a picture of me which will make me feel good about the way I look (a tricky one - pixeldiva if you fancy a challenge). 4. The opportunity to walk around a part of London I don't know with somebody who can point out all I have been missing by not having travelled it yet (I expect Diamond Geezer would be the best person to ask but I gather that rare are the bloggers who have met him in person) 5. To go and see a film without a U certificate - something with a scenario and maybe some dialogues and maybe have a chance to have a grown up conversation about it afterwards (maybe Martine or Karl can suggest something suitable). Humm, Him Indoors has got a point, I am an awkward person to get a present for - then again what does he expect with my dad and my maternal grandmother's genes in my chromsomes... |
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20.12.04 00:20 |
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