Headache got worse.

Didn't eat after lunch in fact I bought that up.

Layon sofa, son upstairs with friend and felt so sorry for him couldn't chuck him out so I could go to bed, though I wish I was there.

Hubby taken him home now so off to bed I go before I feel any worse.

Now where did I put the nurofen?

Says the stick of rock that is sitting in my fridge.

but I am good girl, I will resist.

And that is as good as it is going to get

witty titles, he wanted, dear Nick.

Yes 40 minutes of my life wasted standing in a queue waiting to be served at the Abbey today.

Not impressed.

Not happy.

Almost everyone complained, lots of staff milling around looking important and not doing anything and only two of the five tills open.

If it wasn't so important to make sure the money was in the account to cover a few bills I would have walked out!

40 flipping minutes.

Not on!

Today i feel drained of all energy and inclination.

I have a lot to do, including being Mum's Taxi to the kids as eledest and friend have decided to go into town.

How are you getting there? I asked all innocently.

Oh I told him you will drop us off!

Thanks son.

Actually I have to pop to the building society so no harm done really but next time he will learn to use the bus or walk it!!!

woke up with a massive headache as well this morning which isn't helping much, hoping once I have had breakfast and showered that will ease.

Apart from that not a lot happening here, just the grey boring morning as usual

Hope you all have a good day.

Popped out to see a friend and put the world to rights as you do.

Come back to find two children still glued to the telly where I left them

Plan on doing a stir fry, but have no idea what time hubby will be home, will he be able to heat it up later I wonder?

Simon is supposed to be going swimming later, Richard to Wing Chun and we are then off out to quiz night. Feeling this will not go to well, one member of our team is on holiday and he is really good at the music quiz. If it isn't rock I have no chance!!

Ah well, better get off backside and go and cook dinner

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No dreams last night, instead I had a giggling fit.

giggling fit?

Now if you know me at all, I tend to laugh a lot. I am known amongst my friends as the giggler as I tend to have uncontrollable giggling fits. Anything can set them off at anytime and I giggle until I am gasping for air with tears coming down face.

the last such fit was while I was driving on the A303. I was behind a caravan that was being towed, and it was weaving all over the place, not because of wind but because the car pulling it was all over the place. I couldn't overtake it so was stuck behind and an image came into my head that started me having a fit of the giggles that went on for about 20 minutes while I was driving.

So what was the image you ask?

Well the night before hubby and I sat and watched the film Crank, with Jason Statham in it. Jason Statham plays an assassin who's rival has injected him with a poison that will kill him if his heart rate drops - in other words to live he has to keep his heart pumping fast and live on adrenalin. At one point he is driving along the road with his girlfriend (played by Amy Smart I think), when she does oral sex on him while he is driving, and this was what popped into my head as I watched the caravan swerve to the left then right of the road, thereby causing me to have a fit of the giggles leading to uncontrollably laughter. the more that anyone asked me what I was laughing at, the more I laughed and I just couldn't stop long enough to tell them so it came out all wrong and in spurts until hubby managed to piece my mumblings together to work it all out.

So back to last night. Woke up suddenly, not really knowing where I was or who I was, you know that startled feeling you get. anyway hubby turned over in his sleep and all he did was elbow me in the ribs and I started to giggle, and giggle, and giggle. The more I tried to keep quiet so that I didn't wake anyone, the worse it got, until I was laughing so hard, I couldn't catch my breath and hubby was sat bolt up right in bed asking what I was laughing at which made me laugh even more!

This went on for about half and hour and it took ages to get off to sleep again because when I did manage to get settled down again, he would turn over and I would start giggling again. I did manage to go off to sleep again eventually but still can't understand why I did this, but even now, sitting here writing it, I am giggling away like a naughty teenager

In other news, it is very cloudy outside and the trees are swaying in the wind. Autumn has arrived early and I feel we have been cheated on summer this year. I have not had my quota of sun, so feel that we have a long winter ahead of us.

Ah well can't do anything about that really , if only I had a magic wand

Have a good day

I am sorry, but rubbing yourself against your partner while they are attempting to catch up with their friends posts is NOT a turn on!

In fact it is quite annoying!

And on that note I am going back to my stitching!!

Have a great day hun.

hugs

xxxx

Popped to Sainsburys, didn't have enough petrol to go any further so had to pay their prices for a few necessary items that I needed.

Wasn't as bad as I expected though. Managed to get some chicken, so doing a roast meal for tonight, tomorrow will be a stir fry (may be chicken again) and Friday a butternut risotto perhaps if I can find the recipe I used a while ago.

Supermarket was packed with hassled parents and bawling kids. Managed to sneak out of the house without my kids knowing so didn't have to drag them around. Eldest has unpacked for me and put everything away and hung out the washing (haven't I trained him well).

Yet surprisingly, despite all the checkouts being open and staffed by holiday workers/ students waiting to go back to college etc, the checkouts were empty, and most of them seemed to be bored out of their tiny little minds. Not that I am complaining I haven't got time to be standing around in queues

Now going to have a nice cup of tea and some lunch, peel some spuds, and put the chicken on to cook then I can sit and do some sewing

Lots of fitful dreams last night, none of which made much sense, usually means there is something I am not going to like about to happen.

Also worried about a few people, nothing I can do, but wish I could, and it is not helping much.

Just sat and wrote a long post about dreams and angels, yet when I read through it, it sounded a bit silly so deleted it all. Feeling very unsettled today.

Right enough of this, the sun is shining and the towels need to be put on the line and I need to get to the shops as we are out of food. So I bid you adieu for now and hope that you all have a good day

Hugs xx

My eldest son has decided that hubby and I are too embarrassing to be proper parents.

I have no idea why he has come to this conclusion, neither do I understand why he should have told us this over dinner yesterday evening.

Upon questioning him, he tells us that we like each other too much!

Apparently, normal parents do not go round sitting on each others laps to have a cuddle while watching the television.

normal parents do not kiss each other when they see each other as they come home from work.

Normal parents do not need to have to touch each other, affectionately, you know the fingers on the arm that is resting on the sofa, the ruffle of the hair, as they pass by.

Normal parents do not cuddle in the kitchen as they are waiting for the dinner to cook

Normal parents do not talk about sex with their children as though it was the most natural thing to do (and yes if they ask questions we answer them honestly, better they know the facts rather than the fiction they get in the playground).

Normal parents do not feel the need to walk down the road holding hands

Normal parents do not people watch and make silly comments

In fact Normal parents behave sensibly, do not show up their children in public by acting like 5year olds, laughing hysterically (me) and making silly comments (him).

Normal parents are sensible. They have a room and they use it they do not have the need to have open displays of affection when their kids are around!

So there you have it. According to my soon to be 16 year old son, Hubby and I are not Normal parents, we should be locked up, and should learn how to behave accordingly. We should never show our love for each other. We should never have open displays of affection.

Oh will he will just have to live and put up with his abnormal parents, because we aren't going to stop now

Dawns grey, with a watery sun trying to push its way through the clouds and not succeeding. the sky is a mixture of greyish hues and though it looks bright in the garden it is not as bright as it could be.

Not much planned for today, in fact I won't be blogging too much as there is a pain in one of my wrists. Could be due to too much sewing, could be due to typing on here, not sure but it is painful.

Have to drop eldest son into town later so will see what I want to do from there.

Housework definately. Looking at the floor it could do with seeing what a hoover looks like lol!

Have a good day

I have caught up with blogland

I have uploaded piccies

I have chatted away

I have done other numerable things that are not worthy of mention

And now I am going to sit in front of the telly with my stitching for an hour or two.

Have a good evening everyone

It is worth reading the write up to this item

here

Our final destination on our holiday. We came across this by chance as we were driving round the countryside and taking in the spectacular scenery Devon has to offer.

We decided to drive through Exmoor and came across these signs for Tarr steps. Of course we had to follow, parked up the car, walked down and hill and there they were.

Tarr steps is nothing like I thought it was going to be, e.g. steps. In fact it is a Prehistoric bridge over the river Barle near Winsford. Dating from 1000 BC, some of the stones weigh 5 tons and were said to have been placed there by the Devil to win a bet. We walked across them and did the circular walk round marvelling at the scenery, cameras snapping as Simon found unusal rock formations which would go well in his Geography project.

A peaceful place to go, full of tranquility as you walk along the river and a perfect end to our holiday

Here is what we called the Devil of Tarr - look closely and you can see the horns, eyes, mouth, nose and beard

The afternoon was spent on the beach at Westward Ho! where we were staying. The sun still shone but it was windy, so windy the sea was very choppy. Now don't be fooled by the pictures. To get to the beach you had to walk over lots of rocks, stones and shingle and as anyone that knows me well will tell you, I am not very good on two legs at the best of times. I have a fear of falling over. I think part of that may be due to breaking my nose when I once did years ago, but putting that aside, getting down to the beach took some time and was an act of bravery on my part!! It did help that I was wearing beach shoes, you know those waterproof shoes that are ideal for wearing in the water, the type that surfers may wear. I was not happy with the colour choice however when I purchased them. Oh no, not for me the black or navy ones on sale, did they have my size? No. The only colours in my size were flourescent yellow or bright red! so plumping for the red ones which went fetchingly with my black trousers and blue top, I hobbled down to the sand to watch my little darlings try out their surfing techniques in the waves In fairness, despite the rough accomodation, the view from our chalet was lovely every morning and it was nice to walk beside the sea and take in the sea air every evening as well.

I am now on flickr, like the sheep I am

http://www.flickr.com/photos/faffajane/

Sunny day appeared outside so we headed over the border into Cornwall to visit Bude, a mere 45 minutes away from where we were staying.

I am not sure what I expected to see. Seaside yes, and a bit of a town, what I did see was a small seaside town, with shops the sold all manner of things to do with surfing, and as we headed towards the beach I could see why, the waves were a surfers delight!!

Bude has been a popular seaside resort since the Victorian era and it manages to maintain its easy, relaxing charm. In the 19th Century it was notorious for its wreckers, who plundered the ships that came to grief off the coast - more than 80 between 1824 and 1874.

The Atlantic-pounded beaches of both Summerleaze and Crooklets have been described by Australian surfers as the "Bondi of Britain" and it was here in 1953 that some of them formed the first Surf Life Saving Club in the country. The Club still thrives and weekly demonstrations give an insight to its valuable role.

Bude was home to Sir Goldsworthy Gurney, an inventor and builder of the Castle that is a castellated stone mansion standing on a grassy knoll overlooking Summerleaze Beach, which is now home to the town hall and a museum where you can find out about his inventions as well as the history of Bude.

If you ever visit Bude, may I recommend that you try a cornish pasty from here
It is one of the best I have ever tried and even the kids enjoyed them.

Well the sun has disappeared behind some clouds.

Nigel got fed up waiting for me to get dressed so he has gone to fuel up his van and popping into Asda for me for some shopping.

Not that I was lazy or anything, in truth I was sorting out how much money was in the account and paying some bills before I spent it all on food, hoping we have enough to get by on until the end of the week at least lol!

But money doesn't seem to concern him much, he just earns it, I worry over the bills and what has to be paid.

He still hasn't written that letter to the NICEIC, driving me mad nagging him to do it, perhaps I shall just shut up and watch it as the world falls apart around him as it will if he doesn't do it.

Right better get under that shower, spent too long in front of this screen and there is housework to do - sod it that can wait until tomorrow!!1

Sunday has dawned bright and sunny, a better day than it was 9 years ago when we had torrential rain.

9 years ago?

Yes because that is when my youngest child was born. this time 9 years ago I lay in bed, very sore due to a C section that I had 5 mins before, worried as they had whisked my child away because he needed his tubes cleaned out due to all the melatonin (?) he had swallowed during delivery.

Fortunately he was ok, couldn't feed for 24 hours, but other than that we had our second healthy boy and Nigel was delighted.

Today I sit here and watch as he opens his presents and wonder where that time has gone. That little baby is no longer a baby though to me he always will be. That child who will talk to anyone despite my best efforts to insill some sense of 'stranger danger' into him, it goes unheeded. He is so trusting, I worry about him. The child who struggles with school, the child who laughs all the time, the child who you can't be angry with for more than a few minutes at a time. He drives me mad, he makes me smile, but most importantly he is mine and I am so lucky that we were blessed with him after giving up trying.

So plans for today is to make his favourite dinner, macaroni cheese. Not doing much he had his birthday treat yesterday, today is his day. Cake later and no doubt MIL will pop by to see him as well.

I am blessed with two wonderful sons.

Did you know that eagles mate for life? Well one day Harry the eagle
waited at the nest for Mary his darling of 10 glorious years. After a while
when she didn't return he went looking and found her. She had been shot.
Dead!
Harry was devastated. After about six minutes of mourning he decided
that he must get himself another mate but since there weren't any lady
eagles available he'd have to cross the feather barrier. So he flew off to
find a new mate.
He found a lovely dove and brought her back to the nest. The sex was
OK but all the dove would say is "I am a DOVE, I want to love! I am a
DOVE, I want to love!"
Well, this got on Harry's nerves so he kicked the dove out of the nest
and flew off once more to find a mate.

He found a very sexy loon and brought her back to the nest. Again the
sex was great but all the loon would say is, "I am a LOON, I want to spoon!
I am a LOON, I want to spoon!" So out with the loon.
Once more he flew off to find a mate. This time he found a gorgeous
duck and he brought the duck back to the nest. Again the sex was great,
but all the duck would say was.....well, you know.....

No, the duck didn't say THAT!!!!! That's an awful thing to think!

The duck said, "I am a DRAKE you made a MISTAKE!

There is a funny strange object in the sky that is brightening up the world outside and hopefully drying my washing!!

Not up to much at the moment which is why posts are a bit sporadic, I sat and sewed mainly yesterday apart from the hour spent with a friend who came round to cheer me up.

We are off to the cinema in a bit as youngest wants to see Harry Potter, which I don't want to do, but it is his birthday tomorrow so he has the choice of what we watch - better than watching the Simpsons anyway

So better sign off for now and will catch up with you all later, once I feel a bit more human and not such a sour puss

Hugs to all!

Not feeling up to much at the moment, feleing very bleurgh.

Have to go to quiz night and really don't wnat to be sociable, but for some reason hubby thinks it will be good for me.

In reality PMT has really kicked in and being sociable is the last thing I want to do

Have a good evening

The weeks seem to be flying past at the moment, let alone the days.

Stayed in bed this morning, couldn't be bothered to get up, neither could hubby so we snuggled up and watched countryfile - summer diaries on the telly instead - how sad is that!!!

so I have emerged now, eaten my wood shavings museli in the hope that if I can kick start into healthy eating mode again then I will be slimmer this time next year for my holiday!

Yes I am thinking about next year already, and no I make no apology for it, I need sun, we haven't had any this summer, just wet, wet rain and I am truly fed up with it all!!

Mum emailed me earlier and said everyone will have SAD syndrome, I replied I have it already lol!!

Right better get under that shower and get respectable, getting funny looks from the kids as I sit here with my night attire on and you can guarantee someone will pop up to visit if I don't

here

All in the name of fun of course

-- A mama mole, a papa mole, and a baby mole all live in a little mole hole.
One day the papa mole sticks his head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says,"Yum! I smell maple syrup!"
The mama mole sticks her head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says "Yum! I smell honey!"
The baby mole tries to stick his head out of the hole to sniff the air, but can't because the bigger moles
are in the way so he says, "Geez, all I can smell
is....

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Get ready.....

Are you sure you're ready?
You may never forgive me for this one...

MOLASSES

1. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.
2. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first. 3. No
one expects you to run into a burning building 4. People call at 9
PM and ask, "Did I wake you?" 5. People no longer view you as a
hypochondriac. 6. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
7. Things you buy now won't wear out.
8. You can eat dinner at 4 PM.
9. You can live without sex but not without glasses.
10. You enjoy hearing arguments about pension plans.
11. You have a party and the neighbours don't even realise it.
12. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
13. You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into
the room.
14. You sing along with elevator music.
15. Your eyes won't get much worse.
16. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
17. Your joints are a more accurate meteorologist than the national
weather service.
18. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember
them either.
19. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to a manageable size.
20. You can't remember who sent you this list.

The Full Nelson

Nelson: "Order the signal, Hardy."

Hardy: "Aye, aye sir."

Nelson: "Hold on, that's not what I dictated to Flags. What's the meaning of this?"

Hardy: "Sorry sir?"

Nelson (reading aloud): "'England expects every person to do his or her duty, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, religious persuasion or disability.' - What gobbledegook is this?"

Hardy: "Admiralty policy, I'm afraid, sir. We're an equal opportunities employer now. We had the devil's own job getting 'England' past the censors, lest it be considered racist."

Nelson: "Gadzooks, Hardy. Hand me my pipe and tobacco."

Hardy: "Sorry sir. All naval vessels have now been designated smoke- free working environments."

Nelson: "In that case, break open the rum ration. Let us splice the mainbrace to steel the men before battle."

Hardy: "The rum ration has been abolished, Admiral. Its part of the Government's policy on binge drinking."

Nelson: "Good heavens, Hardy. I suppose we'd better get on with it . full speed ahead."

Hardy: "I think you'll find that there's a 4 knot speed limit in this stretch of water."

Nelson: "Damn it man! We are on the eve of the greatest sea battle in history. We must advance with all dispatch. Report from the crow's nest please."

Hardy: "That won't be possible, sir."

Nelson: "What?"

Hardy: "Health and Safety have closed the crow's nest, sir. No harness, and they said that rope ladders don't meet regulations. They won't let anyone up there until a proper scaffolding can be erected."

Nelson: "Then get me the ship's carpenter without delay, Hardy."

Hardy: "He's busy knocking up a wheelchair access to the fo'c'sle Admiral."

Nelson: "Wheelchair access? I've never heard anything so absurd."

Hardy: "Health and safety again, sir. We have to provide a barrier-free environment for the differently abled."

Nelson: "Differently abled? I've only one arm and one eye and I refuse even to hear mention of the word. I didn't rise to the rank of admiral by playing the disability card."

Hardy: "Actually, sir, you did. The Royal Navy is under represented in the areas of visual impairment and limb deficiency."

Nelson: "Whatever next? Give me full sail. The salt spray beckons."

Hardy: "A couple of problems there too, sir. Health and safety won't let the crew up the rigging without hard hats. And they don't want anyone breathing in too much salt - haven't you seen the adverts?"

Nelson: "I've never heard such infamy. Break out the cannon and tell the men to stand by to engage the enemy."

Hardy: "The men are a bit worried about shooting at anyone, Admiral."

Nelson: "What? This is mutiny!"

Hardy: "It's not that, sir. It's just that they're afraid of being charged with murder if they actually kill anyone. There's a couple of legal-aid lawyers on board, watching everyone like hawks."

Nelson: "Then how are we to sink the Frenchies and the Spanish?"

Hardy: "Actually, sir, we're not."

Nelson: "We're not?"

Hardy: "No, sir. The French and the Spanish are our European partners now. According to the Common Fisheries Policy, we shouldn't even be in this stretch of water. We could get hit with a claim for
compensation."

Nelson: "But you must hate a Frenchman as you hate the devil."

Hardy: "I wouldn't let the ship's diversity co-ordinator hear you saying that sir. You'll be up on disciplinary report."

Nelson: "You must consider every man an enemy, who speaks ill of your King."

Hardy: "Not any more, sir. We must be inclusive in this multicultural age. Now put on your Kevlar vest; it's the rules. It could save your life"

Nelson: "Don't tell me - health and safety. Whatever happened to rum, sodomy and the lash?"

Hardy: As I explained, sir, rum is off the menu! And there's a ban on corporal punishment."

Nelson: "What about sodomy?"

Hardy: "I believe that is now legal, sir."

Nelson: "In that case............................... kiss me, Hardy."

Well off we headed to St. Albans this morning, leaving eldest behind because I allowed him to have a friend over, which meant of course taking youngest with us because I know full well he will not leave any of them alone otherwise.

Anyway after driving around the roadworks we finally managed to park the car in the Maltings and headed off to Jessops with the faulty camera.

Lovely man in there, gave him the customer number given to me by the other branch, he found the receipt on the computer straight away After looking at the tape we left in the camera, agreed there was something wrong with it and has sent it off to be mended. We will be without for at least 30 days (no problem don't use it that often) and so we are now all happy little bunnies for now, problem solved.

Walked around St Albans, popped into Pizza Hut for something to eat (bad idea it always upsets my stomach) and purchased two tops for me from BHS - a successful day out in my mind

Youngest was a pain though, he did not stop blabbing away all the time he was with us, does my head in sometimes especially when it is about gobblygook! We treated him to a Tshirt with Bart Simpson on it which says "Thanks to Television, I can't remember what happened 8 minutes ago!" sums him up perfectly!

So home now, no wild parties going on in my absence so now going to catch up with the posts while they are all upstairs playing on various electronic games equipment out of my hair for a little while .

See you later

July 2007

NICEIC man comes for his annual inspection. Hubby has to ferry him around from job to job and loses a days pay as well as having to put Diesel in his van.

Inspector fails him on something that has always been acceptable, that every electrician in the country does. a minor thing that will not cause any harm, then tells hubby as he leaves that he will need to do another inspection and hope that this helps him to make his mind up as to whether he stays NICEIC registered or not.

July 2007

An appointment comes through for reinspection, but we are going to be on holiday when it is made for. We have to cancel within 14 days which we duly do in writing.

Saturday

Come home from holiday, letter from NICEIC wanting over £300 for the fact he had failed first inspection. A few expletives later and hubby makes a decision, makes a few phonecalls to various people then calms down.

This morning

Two letters from NICEIC, one has the new date that he will be inspected (September) another has the fee for the re inspection over £250 as well as the £300 they want.

Stuff it he says, they can stick it up their .

He has decided to terminate his membership with them and try elsewhere.

Now here is the thing that really pees me off just slightly.

He has been in the trade for 20 years now, done all the exams, apprenticeship everything. He often goes on courses to keep up to date with all the latest recommendations and changes to the guidelines and building regs. He is good at his job and I am not saying that because he is my hubby, but his reputation for being quick, effective, honest (too honest for his own good) and doing good work precedes him. Currently for the firm he is working for, he is one of the highest paid electricians they have and they ask him to do jobs no one else will touch because they are too complicated or take time, because they know he can do them and quickly. He often goes into repair other peoples work and believe me there are a few cowboys out there.

He registered with the NICEIC as an approved contractor, when he was self employed, because he thought that having a name like that behind him was a good idea.

How wrong he was.

They charge and extortinate amount of money for very little support, in fact the NICEIC have leaflets which they will send out to people telling them how you can complain about an electrician rather than support you as one. If you phone for advice they rarely give it or they have no idea what you are on about. They do an annual inspection where they will go through everything and pick pieces in it if they can't find anything wrong, most of their inspectors are jobsworths. Half the time they have no idea what they are talking about and again offer little support. Every year he has a new inspector, there is never the same one for two years running. Their charges for their paperwork is extortinate as well. Last year the inspector wanted to fail him because he didn't change a fuse board. The woman concerned wanted a light changed and when hubby pointed out to the inspector that that was what he did he was told that he should have changed the fuse board as well. Hubby argued against this saying that you don't get called out to change a light fitting then tell the client they need their fuse board changed, but the inspector wouldn't have it. There was nothing wrong with the fuse board btw, it fitted in with current regulations. How would you feel if you asked an electrician to change a socket for you and you were told that he would have to change the fuse board as well? You would think you were being stitched up wouldn't you?

Part P came in - it was supposed to do away with the cowboys out there.Everything was going to be monitored tightly. To carry out a part P inspection you have to register as a competent person for which they charge you (the contractor) £1.50 for each piece of paperwork you fill in for each client. The inspector admitted that he could not inspect the electricians who were only part P registered and not full