Well the After School Club Meeting went ok. I borrowed a big thermos coffee urn from work so I only had to make one batch and let them help themselves. I made a garlic bread but the buggers didn’t eat it. I bought 2 bottles of wine which went down well – unfortunately I now know that drinking wine and taking minutes aren’t a good combination. When I looked at my notes on Wednesday I thought ‘what the fuck?!’ I had to dredge my memory to string the minutes together.
I am so looking forward to the weekend, even though I will spend it doing housework. I have a couple of new books so hopefully will squash some reading in as well.
I have just finished reading ‘The Lieutenant’s Lover’. I thought this sounded a bit sloshy when I bought it but it was actually really good. It’s set in second world war Russia and Germany and tells the story of a well-to-do chap (known as bourgeois) and a girl from a poor background. It’s an interesting love story but also has a lot of references to the politics of the war and things that happened when Germany was divided after the war ended. I am interested in war and history so I really did enjoy it and probably learned something too. Yes I would recommend and I am happy to post it to you – email me at itsmyparty-partyAThotmailDOTcom.
I taped Holby on Tuesday but still haven’t had chance to watch it so that’s something to look forward to.
I’m a bit peeved at The Partner today because he used the last of the milk this morning and then blamed ME because I hadn’t bought any yesterday. WHAT is that about? Why should I buy the milk? He actually had a fuck-off bowl of porridge last night – why did it not occur to him to mention the milk was low? I have to drink milk in the morning – I crave it. In a petty revenge I took his cigarette papers when I went out. He is working from home today so he’ll have to go to the shop for more if he wants a fag.
I have given up on IACGMOOH. I did see a clip that showed one of them drinking a witchetty grub smoothy. It made me heave so I’m going to avoid it. I have mentioned before that I have a queasy stomach. The slightest thing can make me start heaving. A few weeks ago a slug got squashed on my dining room carpet and I knew it would make me heave so I got my son to clear up for me. I shut the doors and tried to turn my mind off but even though he did it I still heaved and actually ended up throwing up! It’s not surprising I stay so slim!
Friday 24 November 2006
Monday 20 November 2006
Another Year Older
My birthday has passed once again and I am officially 37. How depressing. I received some lovely pressies though – a black cashmere cardy, a black blouse, a cd (jamiraquai), some perfume (Sunflowers), bras and pants (desperately needed – mine are on the point of embarrassment), and a lindt chocolate reindeer (completely random as I don’t eat chocolate).
I spent all day catching up on washing and drying, I cooked the dinner (Partner can’t cook) and I even washed the pots after it. So it was as un-birthday like as it could possibly be – just what I wanted!
It’s my Dad’s birthday today and his card and pressy will be late. I was all set to get them in the first class before 12 on Saturday, but the tit that I am, I realised I don’t have their new address. I didn’t even think about the fact they’d moved – not surprising I suppose as they lived in the other place for about 35 years.
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I mentioned the number of bereavements at work – well I came in this morning to ANOTHER request for sympathy flowers. A girl’s mum has passed away with cancer over the weekend. I’ll get the job ads on the way home!
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I seem to spend an awful lot of time washing rubbish since they introduced twin-bin recycling. All the recyclables have to be washed. I can’t get away with putting them in the normal rubbish as they have given us a ridiculously small normal rubbish bin – it’s a struggle to fit it in and they only empty it every 2 weeks. I wonder if they actually do recycle it though. I know the government set targets for councils to introduce recycling, but isn’t it possible that they make it look like they do it but actually dump it in the landfill? If they do recycle it must be a shit job for the person who has to sort it - yuk
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Why did I do it? I volunteered to be secretary for The Son’s after school club. There was a hint that the club may have to shut as the places on the committee have to be filled to comply to ‘club’ rules. So schmucko here volunteered. I have my first meeting at eight tomorrow – official Holby City time – BUGGER!
I spent all day catching up on washing and drying, I cooked the dinner (Partner can’t cook) and I even washed the pots after it. So it was as un-birthday like as it could possibly be – just what I wanted!
It’s my Dad’s birthday today and his card and pressy will be late. I was all set to get them in the first class before 12 on Saturday, but the tit that I am, I realised I don’t have their new address. I didn’t even think about the fact they’d moved – not surprising I suppose as they lived in the other place for about 35 years.
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I mentioned the number of bereavements at work – well I came in this morning to ANOTHER request for sympathy flowers. A girl’s mum has passed away with cancer over the weekend. I’ll get the job ads on the way home!
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I seem to spend an awful lot of time washing rubbish since they introduced twin-bin recycling. All the recyclables have to be washed. I can’t get away with putting them in the normal rubbish as they have given us a ridiculously small normal rubbish bin – it’s a struggle to fit it in and they only empty it every 2 weeks. I wonder if they actually do recycle it though. I know the government set targets for councils to introduce recycling, but isn’t it possible that they make it look like they do it but actually dump it in the landfill? If they do recycle it must be a shit job for the person who has to sort it - yuk
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Why did I do it? I volunteered to be secretary for The Son’s after school club. There was a hint that the club may have to shut as the places on the committee have to be filled to comply to ‘club’ rules. So schmucko here volunteered. I have my first meeting at eight tomorrow – official Holby City time – BUGGER!
Friday 17 November 2006
Gloom and Doom
I have finished reading ‘Ugly’ and it was an excellent read. I have read a number of books about hideous childhoods and it never fails to shock me that kids get treated in this way without anyone becoming suspicious. The lengths that abusive parents go to is sickening and it turns my stomach to think that abusive treatment of kids is still going on under our noses. I am now reading ‘Streetkid’ by Judy Westwater which is another tale of a hideous upbringing. This is set in my old hometown of Manchester so it somehow seems more relevant.
I hate driving home on these dark nights. I think I must have night blindness. The lights from oncoming vehicles just completely takes out my vision. I’m certain I’m going to hit a cyclist or pedestrian (we don’t have footpaths). By the time I get home my head is pounding and I’m a nervous wreck.
My boss mother passed away yesterday. Obviously I have never met her (mother) but I felt overwhelmingly sad when I was told. It was my job to let the rest of our management team know and I kept filling up everytime I told someone. Being a company credit card holder (I know I said I have no cards but this is a company card – not mine) I often have to order flowers for bereaved colleagues and I always get upset when doing it. Actually our place has had a unusually high number of bereavements lately. One girl had her husband commit suicide a few weeks ago – she is coming back to work on Monday – what do you say? Another lady had her son killed in a car accident last weekend. And there have been numerous other natural bereavements as well. Maybe I should start looking for another job!
I hate driving home on these dark nights. I think I must have night blindness. The lights from oncoming vehicles just completely takes out my vision. I’m certain I’m going to hit a cyclist or pedestrian (we don’t have footpaths). By the time I get home my head is pounding and I’m a nervous wreck.
My boss mother passed away yesterday. Obviously I have never met her (mother) but I felt overwhelmingly sad when I was told. It was my job to let the rest of our management team know and I kept filling up everytime I told someone. Being a company credit card holder (I know I said I have no cards but this is a company card – not mine) I often have to order flowers for bereaved colleagues and I always get upset when doing it. Actually our place has had a unusually high number of bereavements lately. One girl had her husband commit suicide a few weeks ago – she is coming back to work on Monday – what do you say? Another lady had her son killed in a car accident last weekend. And there have been numerous other natural bereavements as well. Maybe I should start looking for another job!
Thursday 16 November 2006
Sucker
I made the mistake of watching How Clean Is Your House – it coincided with the pizza I had for dinner. I have a strange reaction to food and unfortunately the disgusting state of her kitchen caused me to gag so my pizza had to be abandoned. How do people’s houses get into such a state? Don’t get me wrong – I’m no housework freak – I get away with as much as possible but this leads to a general untidiness not a rat infested hellhole crawling with dangerous germikins.
This was followed by ‘Your Money or Your Wife?’ (hosted by bizarrely named ‘Cheserina’- WTF?) which in actual fact this week featured a gay couple. I actually went bankrupt a few years ago so I have no sympathy with people running up thousands of pounds on tens of credit cards because my situation was out of my control. When I left my husband (middle of the night with a binbag and a baby – long story – I’ll save it) he stopped working and paying the mortgage so the house was repossessed and auctioned with a loss of £27,000. He wasn’t working (lazy twat) so they came after ME for the shortfall. Yes little ole me. Now Single Mum With Baby and Living In A Council House With No Spare Money. I did pay some off for a while but after my move to my 250 miles away new home I couldn’t afford it so I filed for bankruptcy. It wasn’t a pleasant experience but it had to be done. Now I am a strictly cash girl – I don’t even have a switch card. If I can’t pay for it I don’t buy it (either that or ask The Partner to pay).
Then I watched upsetting ‘My New Face’. This should make you grateful for the NHS. They followed a number of kids from poorer countries that had been born with severe facial disfigurements. One little boy was regularly STONED by people in his village because he had a growth on one side of his face. Some British surgeons had gone out there to try to help these kids by bringing them to England for surgery – at their own expense I think. One boy commented that the people in England didn’t stare as much as people from his native land. How so? We rarely see any kind of facial disfigurements as bad as those shown – surely we would be more likely to stare. It just goes to show you what a tolerant society we have compared to others. It made me grateful for what we have in this fine land. We may bewail the NHS but kids born in this country would not be left untreated in the same circumstances.
I’ve taped I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here (hereonin IACGMOOH) for my delectation later.
I’m a f’kin’ sucker for punishment me.
This was followed by ‘Your Money or Your Wife?’ (hosted by bizarrely named ‘Cheserina’- WTF?) which in actual fact this week featured a gay couple. I actually went bankrupt a few years ago so I have no sympathy with people running up thousands of pounds on tens of credit cards because my situation was out of my control. When I left my husband (middle of the night with a binbag and a baby – long story – I’ll save it) he stopped working and paying the mortgage so the house was repossessed and auctioned with a loss of £27,000. He wasn’t working (lazy twat) so they came after ME for the shortfall. Yes little ole me. Now Single Mum With Baby and Living In A Council House With No Spare Money. I did pay some off for a while but after my move to my 250 miles away new home I couldn’t afford it so I filed for bankruptcy. It wasn’t a pleasant experience but it had to be done. Now I am a strictly cash girl – I don’t even have a switch card. If I can’t pay for it I don’t buy it (either that or ask The Partner to pay).
Then I watched upsetting ‘My New Face’. This should make you grateful for the NHS. They followed a number of kids from poorer countries that had been born with severe facial disfigurements. One little boy was regularly STONED by people in his village because he had a growth on one side of his face. Some British surgeons had gone out there to try to help these kids by bringing them to England for surgery – at their own expense I think. One boy commented that the people in England didn’t stare as much as people from his native land. How so? We rarely see any kind of facial disfigurements as bad as those shown – surely we would be more likely to stare. It just goes to show you what a tolerant society we have compared to others. It made me grateful for what we have in this fine land. We may bewail the NHS but kids born in this country would not be left untreated in the same circumstances.
I’ve taped I’m A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here (hereonin IACGMOOH) for my delectation later.
I’m a f’kin’ sucker for punishment me.
Wednesday 15 November 2006
I Want To Be Alone
The Partner is away tonight. I love it when he's away. I know that sounds bad but I just don't think I'm suited to living with someone (other than the beloved Son of course - mmm then again . .). The Partner watches a LOT of football which I can't stand (long story - I'll save it) so many an evening will find me sat in the bedroom with a book. However, when The Partner is away I can do as I damn well please. That means watching any crap on TV - you name it I'll watch it. Wife Swap, Supernanny, You Are What You Eat, How Clean Is Your House. The list is endless. I can eat what I like - chips, pies, no vegetables here please. I can leave all the lights on and the curtains open and everything. I know how to live me.
I have just finished 'The Double Life of Anna Day' by Louise Candlish. It's a bit chicklitty which isn't really my cup of tea but it turned out ok. A bit too transparent - I guessed how it would end when I was halway through it. I don't like to not finish a book so I stuck it out. Now I can move onto a book I've been wanting to read for ages - 'Ugly' by Constance Briscoe. This is a memoir of a girl who was abused by her mother throughout her childhood. I don't know if it's because I'm a glum but I love memoirs of rotten childhoods. Maybe it's because my own was fairly normal - my parents were pretty skint but we didn't really go without as such.
I can't bear to throw books away so you can imagine what my house looks like. There are piles of books everywhere. I save them for my Mum but as she lives 250 miles away I don't see her often. And she gets her revenge by sending them back to me along with books she has saved for me. I started a bookshelf in the canteen at work so people could swap but it's full to bursting.
I will probably ring my Mum tonight actually. She had her car stolen a week or so ago (Welcome to Manchester). She didn't realise it had been stolen until the police knocked on to say it had been burnt out. Unfortunately my Dad was working away and staying with me so she was on her own. They have recently sold their house (where they have lived for over 30 years with no trouble) and moved into a flat in preparation for moving to Scotland - I should think they can't wait to do a runner now. They must have been planning a ram raid as they had left the contents of her boot and her spare tyre (placed carefully) on the grass. I have lost count of the number of times my cars were broken into or vandalised when I lived in Salford. I was forever finding bald headed youths sat in the drivers seat with a handful of ignition.
Where I live now I could probably leave the keys in the ignition and nobody would notice - in fact I tried this ploy in an attempt to get rid of my last car cos I couldn't find anyone mad enough to buy it.
Why does Santa not have any children? Because he only comes once a year and then it's down the chimney. *reaches for coat*
I have just finished 'The Double Life of Anna Day' by Louise Candlish. It's a bit chicklitty which isn't really my cup of tea but it turned out ok. A bit too transparent - I guessed how it would end when I was halway through it. I don't like to not finish a book so I stuck it out. Now I can move onto a book I've been wanting to read for ages - 'Ugly' by Constance Briscoe. This is a memoir of a girl who was abused by her mother throughout her childhood. I don't know if it's because I'm a glum but I love memoirs of rotten childhoods. Maybe it's because my own was fairly normal - my parents were pretty skint but we didn't really go without as such.
I can't bear to throw books away so you can imagine what my house looks like. There are piles of books everywhere. I save them for my Mum but as she lives 250 miles away I don't see her often. And she gets her revenge by sending them back to me along with books she has saved for me. I started a bookshelf in the canteen at work so people could swap but it's full to bursting.
I will probably ring my Mum tonight actually. She had her car stolen a week or so ago (Welcome to Manchester). She didn't realise it had been stolen until the police knocked on to say it had been burnt out. Unfortunately my Dad was working away and staying with me so she was on her own. They have recently sold their house (where they have lived for over 30 years with no trouble) and moved into a flat in preparation for moving to Scotland - I should think they can't wait to do a runner now. They must have been planning a ram raid as they had left the contents of her boot and her spare tyre (placed carefully) on the grass. I have lost count of the number of times my cars were broken into or vandalised when I lived in Salford. I was forever finding bald headed youths sat in the drivers seat with a handful of ignition.
Where I live now I could probably leave the keys in the ignition and nobody would notice - in fact I tried this ploy in an attempt to get rid of my last car cos I couldn't find anyone mad enough to buy it.
Why does Santa not have any children? Because he only comes once a year and then it's down the chimney. *reaches for coat*
Tuesday 14 November 2006
Happy Birthday To My Blog
I've been reading other people's blogs for over a year now. It's really good fun to dip into people's lives. I even found the blog of one of my old school chums completely by accident but as this blog is anonymous I'm not going to tell you more. She will know who she is if she reads this and if she reveals my identity I will personally track her down and kick her curly headed ass. I will I will.
So now let's see if I can actually come up with anything interesting to write. I actually think I'm quite good at writing - I've had quite a few letters published in magazines and press (No not problem pages yer cheeky sod). Unfortunately my life is really rather dull so material could be thin on the ground.
Can anyone explain to me what the point of spam is? I can't figure out what purpose an email containing chopped up phrases from Pride and Prejudice can serve. I can kinda see why someone might be interested in buying Viagra or 'increasing their volume' so they can 'shoot in her face like a movie star'. But other than that I fail to see it's purpose.
I actually watched Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here last night and ENJOYED IT! (please stop throwing stones). I am so looking forward to watching Myleene *I'm so sexy* Klass eat bugs. This may have something to do with The Partner once saying he thought she was fit. Whatever. Tonight I will be watching Holby City. I don't know what it is but I just love medical programs. I will also confess to watching those Discovery H&H programs about childbirth and multiple births n stuff but this is cos my desire is to become a midwife (It's not gonna happen - I can't give up work with The Son to support).
It's my birthday at weekend - Thirty-Fucking-Seven. I've told the partner that I am not the slightest bit interested in doing anything in the way of celebration and he thought I was being a misery. Easy for him when he hasn't even turned thirty yet. It never bothered me one bit when I turned thirty, it's since I tuned thirty five that the glums have set in. God knows how I'll feel when I turn forty.
So now let's see if I can actually come up with anything interesting to write. I actually think I'm quite good at writing - I've had quite a few letters published in magazines and press (No not problem pages yer cheeky sod). Unfortunately my life is really rather dull so material could be thin on the ground.
Can anyone explain to me what the point of spam is? I can't figure out what purpose an email containing chopped up phrases from Pride and Prejudice can serve. I can kinda see why someone might be interested in buying Viagra or 'increasing their volume' so they can 'shoot in her face like a movie star'. But other than that I fail to see it's purpose.
I actually watched Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here last night and ENJOYED IT! (please stop throwing stones). I am so looking forward to watching Myleene *I'm so sexy* Klass eat bugs. This may have something to do with The Partner once saying he thought she was fit. Whatever. Tonight I will be watching Holby City. I don't know what it is but I just love medical programs. I will also confess to watching those Discovery H&H programs about childbirth and multiple births n stuff but this is cos my desire is to become a midwife (It's not gonna happen - I can't give up work with The Son to support).
It's my birthday at weekend - Thirty-Fucking-Seven. I've told the partner that I am not the slightest bit interested in doing anything in the way of celebration and he thought I was being a misery. Easy for him when he hasn't even turned thirty yet. It never bothered me one bit when I turned thirty, it's since I tuned thirty five that the glums have set in. God knows how I'll feel when I turn forty.
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