Don't you just love a 60 % off sale, with an extra 20% off just for the day.
Don't you just love it when it's a really expensive shop - normally out of your price range and suddenly some things aren't.
Don't you just love it when you try on a few things and they all look quite good (probably due to the weight you've been losing recently) and you look at the prices and you think you can just about manage to get all 3 things.
Don't you just hate it when you go to the till and they ring up the items and even with the extra 20% off the prices are way more than you thought because the prices on the hangers don't reflect the real price of the garment.
Don't you just hate it when you then rather embarrassingly, because it's that kind of shop, have to say that you can't afford them all so please can they remove one of the items.
Don't you just hate that feeling when you walk away and you really wanted it.
Don't you just love it when your man says he liked it so much on you so he goes and gets the item of clothing and buys it for you.
Don't you just love him.
Monday, 30 January 2012
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Sleeping like a baby,
As I lie in my mummy and daddy's spare bedroom I am transported back to days long ago when today seemed an eternity away and my hopes and dreams were just that. Hopes and dreams. A secure safe place where my parents were in charge and all was well with the world as long as my friends were my friends and my sisters didn't bug me too much. There was always too much homework and not enough of whatever it was I wanted at the time, but lying in my bed with my parents next door meant that everything would be alright. A warm fuzzy feeling of alrightness.
My thoughts move on to a time, a few years on, and hopes and dreams were being realised, slowly, but heading in the right direction. A degree. A boyfriend. A job. I was living away from home. I say that like I was a million miles away but it was just a shared house around the corner. Which makes the moment more poignant as there was no reason for me to be once more lying in my bed with my parents next door. Something had happened but what it was is now insignificant to the memory I hold now. My mum had told me to stay and crawling into the familiar bed brought a peace to my soul so meaningful, so memorable that it enables me to write about it even today. I remember I slept like the proverbial baby that night. A warm inexplicable fuzzy feeling that all would be well in the world, well my world.
So here I am again. A different house. A different bed, but the same mummy and daddy in the room next door. It's their house. And honestly? My hopes and dreams tend to be more for my children now. Last night, sleep came easy and deep, and as I sank into that sleep there was a definite warm and fuzzy feeling about it. It's the next night now or should I say morning. It's 5 o clock and if you're not awake because it was a good night last night then it's one of those mind whirring, worry filled, heart beating hours when suddenly all is not well with the world.
When I get up today I'm accompanying my daddy to the doctors ............
My thoughts move on to a time, a few years on, and hopes and dreams were being realised, slowly, but heading in the right direction. A degree. A boyfriend. A job. I was living away from home. I say that like I was a million miles away but it was just a shared house around the corner. Which makes the moment more poignant as there was no reason for me to be once more lying in my bed with my parents next door. Something had happened but what it was is now insignificant to the memory I hold now. My mum had told me to stay and crawling into the familiar bed brought a peace to my soul so meaningful, so memorable that it enables me to write about it even today. I remember I slept like the proverbial baby that night. A warm inexplicable fuzzy feeling that all would be well in the world, well my world.
So here I am again. A different house. A different bed, but the same mummy and daddy in the room next door. It's their house. And honestly? My hopes and dreams tend to be more for my children now. Last night, sleep came easy and deep, and as I sank into that sleep there was a definite warm and fuzzy feeling about it. It's the next night now or should I say morning. It's 5 o clock and if you're not awake because it was a good night last night then it's one of those mind whirring, worry filled, heart beating hours when suddenly all is not well with the world.
When I get up today I'm accompanying my daddy to the doctors ............
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Fancy a cuppa?
I'm a tea drinker. A cup of tea is the answer to most of life's problems. I'm truly English when it comes to this. I don't do coffee - not now anyway. I gave up at a noble moment - many years ago. Something to do with caffeine. I gave up tea too, until I got pregnant. That's how long ago it was. Pregnant with Hollie and I just had to have a cup of tea. My drink of choice most days since. Of course my favourite is Earl Grey.
Today I went to see friend Jeanie and she made me the ritual cup of tea on arrival. One mouthful later and I was extolling the virtues of Earl Grey. You see I hadn't had Earl Grey for quite a long time. I'd run out and hadn't replaced it and honestly, as I told Friend Jeanie, it's the best way because the danger of any good thing is if you have it all the time you don't appreciate it. And for sure I was now appreciating this nectar of the gods, my cup of Earl Grey. Joy of heaven there in my cup, in my mouth, in my tummy. Then. What happened next was as classic as a cup of Earl Grey tea. So good that I wanted to share it with you all.
Friend Jeanie and I like to think we're really young and funky, with lots of appropriate energy and certainly nothing like our age suggests, which right now is a secret. I only like to tell people my age when I know they can look at me and say "wow", and "no way", "you don't look 51". Ooops.
Back to the kitchen and Jeanie is agreeing with me about not having Earl Grey all of the time, only this is what she said and I quote. "I don't have it very often at the moment either, because I'm too lazy. The normal tea is just there but the Earl Grey is underneath something and I can't be bothered to lift it up."
Is this really what happens when you get to 'our age'. No matter how young we like to think we still are, we haven't the energy to lift up one tin to get to another. I console myself with the fact that my fit, healthy, young daughters don't have the energy to do much either when it comes to the household chores such as making a cup of tea. So friend Jeanie, don't worry. The truth is that you and I are indeed still trapped in the mind and body of a twenty something. Just don't look in the mirror. Or if you do, don't wear your glasses. Pass the biscuits please.
Today I went to see friend Jeanie and she made me the ritual cup of tea on arrival. One mouthful later and I was extolling the virtues of Earl Grey. You see I hadn't had Earl Grey for quite a long time. I'd run out and hadn't replaced it and honestly, as I told Friend Jeanie, it's the best way because the danger of any good thing is if you have it all the time you don't appreciate it. And for sure I was now appreciating this nectar of the gods, my cup of Earl Grey. Joy of heaven there in my cup, in my mouth, in my tummy. Then. What happened next was as classic as a cup of Earl Grey tea. So good that I wanted to share it with you all.
Friend Jeanie and I like to think we're really young and funky, with lots of appropriate energy and certainly nothing like our age suggests, which right now is a secret. I only like to tell people my age when I know they can look at me and say "wow", and "no way", "you don't look 51". Ooops.
Back to the kitchen and Jeanie is agreeing with me about not having Earl Grey all of the time, only this is what she said and I quote. "I don't have it very often at the moment either, because I'm too lazy. The normal tea is just there but the Earl Grey is underneath something and I can't be bothered to lift it up."
Is this really what happens when you get to 'our age'. No matter how young we like to think we still are, we haven't the energy to lift up one tin to get to another. I console myself with the fact that my fit, healthy, young daughters don't have the energy to do much either when it comes to the household chores such as making a cup of tea. So friend Jeanie, don't worry. The truth is that you and I are indeed still trapped in the mind and body of a twenty something. Just don't look in the mirror. Or if you do, don't wear your glasses. Pass the biscuits please.
Monday, 9 January 2012
Nothing to say.
Struggling to write anything for my blog. Christmas came and went. New Year happened and yet I remained uninspired.
Do you remember the back pain which laid me out for Christmas.You know the one that spoilt the present unwrapping, spoilt the lovely Christmas celebrations with my family and spoilt the eating of scrumptious Christmas food, courtesy of sister number one. To sum up: spoilt. I don't forget or should I say can't, and so I'm not letting you.
I'm still battling with the aftermath of said back pain. It's travelling down the leg now. At one point I thought it had travelled to my head. But no. That would be the tooth that began to slowly and painfully die. Thankful to my dear friend Jeanie who took me on the 98 mile road trp to see sister number two and her gorgeous nurse who stayed on late to sort that one out. Thankful to them too. There is of course more to come (isn't there always with teeth) but the pain in my mouth has at least gone - for the moment. Typical that my tooth should choose to die during a week when lil' sis was madly busy, madly packing, and therefore madly stressed. I did feel horribly sorry that I just added to it all, but not for long as she at the moment is living the high life in Singapore at the beginning of her and her husband's 'gap three months'. Sorry turns to envy, which is what I reckon they felt when their girls 'gap yeared' all over the world causing them to think it was probably their turn to have a bit of R & R. Rest and relaxation. F & F. Fun and frolics. A & A. Adventure and amusement. S & S. Sea and Sun. I could probably go through the alphabet as rest assured (literally) a good time will be had by the two of them. And Anthony. The Aardvark. Just don't ask! So, bon voyage to them and I truly hope they have a wonderful time.
And it's back to me and my pains. Somehow not as interesting as a round the world trip eh? Certainly not inspirational, hence no blogging. Well nothing to write home about. You might want to join me in praying for a little bit of excitement in my life. For good things. To bring me pleasure and to take over where the pain stops. But right now though I'm off to be nosey because as I write this a helicopter is circling over my head - I wonder what that's all about.
Oh Yes! There's never a dull moment living in my endz.
Do you remember the back pain which laid me out for Christmas.You know the one that spoilt the present unwrapping, spoilt the lovely Christmas celebrations with my family and spoilt the eating of scrumptious Christmas food, courtesy of sister number one. To sum up: spoilt. I don't forget or should I say can't, and so I'm not letting you.
I'm still battling with the aftermath of said back pain. It's travelling down the leg now. At one point I thought it had travelled to my head. But no. That would be the tooth that began to slowly and painfully die. Thankful to my dear friend Jeanie who took me on the 98 mile road trp to see sister number two and her gorgeous nurse who stayed on late to sort that one out. Thankful to them too. There is of course more to come (isn't there always with teeth) but the pain in my mouth has at least gone - for the moment. Typical that my tooth should choose to die during a week when lil' sis was madly busy, madly packing, and therefore madly stressed. I did feel horribly sorry that I just added to it all, but not for long as she at the moment is living the high life in Singapore at the beginning of her and her husband's 'gap three months'. Sorry turns to envy, which is what I reckon they felt when their girls 'gap yeared' all over the world causing them to think it was probably their turn to have a bit of R & R. Rest and relaxation. F & F. Fun and frolics. A & A. Adventure and amusement. S & S. Sea and Sun. I could probably go through the alphabet as rest assured (literally) a good time will be had by the two of them. And Anthony. The Aardvark. Just don't ask! So, bon voyage to them and I truly hope they have a wonderful time.
And it's back to me and my pains. Somehow not as interesting as a round the world trip eh? Certainly not inspirational, hence no blogging. Well nothing to write home about. You might want to join me in praying for a little bit of excitement in my life. For good things. To bring me pleasure and to take over where the pain stops. But right now though I'm off to be nosey because as I write this a helicopter is circling over my head - I wonder what that's all about.
Oh Yes! There's never a dull moment living in my endz.
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
Pass me the potions please.
Christmas has been and gone and all the things I was going to share with you over this time have just been shoved to the back of my mind and there they will probably stay. Pain was the winner in all the things that jostled to take prime position in what really is my favourite seasonal event. Ironically whilst wrapping presents, the last 3 presents of one of my girl's stockings to be precise, I leaned over just a little too much and ouch. It hurt. Not too much but enough for me to need the 'help of Jesus' to finish those 3 tiny little presents. Ha ha - not the last time I called out to Him for help either. My advice to myself to work through the pain was disastrous advice and Christmas day and many days after saw me in a ridiculous amount of back pain. So much so that I missed church (my favourite service of all the year), cared little for opening my presents or indeed eating my beloved Christmas dinner, fortunately prepared by my even more beloved older sister. I lay on the floor, listening to conversations from everyone else in all the other rooms in the house. I couldn't laugh, although they all did. Often at me. I didn't mind. I looked ridiculous bent over double, shuffling along as though I were the great grandparent in our throng and then there were the moments of total humiliation: half in and half out of bed, stuck until the painkillers kicked in; being taken to the toilet where I had to stand not sit, and needing someone to help with the adjustment of clothes if you get my drift; spitting toothpaste gunk all over myself as I couldn't bend over the sink; the list is endless and so was the pain. Would it ever go? Would I ever be normal again? Questions which, in the dark of night, with pain as my companion and only the promise of painkillers in the morning, brought me to the point of claustrophobia in my own body. I just wanted to move and move quickly please.
Of course a week later and I'm sitting up at my computer, there's still pain but I can move. I won't be running a marathon anytime soon or even the 5K that my pre new year resolve had decided on but life is beginning to feel a little bit more as it should. The last laugh is on my family as they continue to have to do the 'chores' that my back just doesn't allow me. I'm thankful that I'm European and therefore there is no rush to pack away the Christmas decorations - I have until 12th day for that pleasure.
Meanwhile I do have the pleasure of revisiting my wonderful gifts that I really didn't give justice to over Christmas and ponder on the love of my family and friends for which I am ever thankful. But more than anything I think on the precious gift of health and how it allows us to function in this world of ours. My heart aches for those who carry pain with them all the time with little or no release from it and it makes me long just a little bit more for the place where " ..... God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."
Till such a time I have 'stuff' to do, routine, ordinary, typical 'stuff' but here's hoping too for the extraordinary, the special and the unique. If for no other reason than it would make blogging a whole lot easier.
Of course a week later and I'm sitting up at my computer, there's still pain but I can move. I won't be running a marathon anytime soon or even the 5K that my pre new year resolve had decided on but life is beginning to feel a little bit more as it should. The last laugh is on my family as they continue to have to do the 'chores' that my back just doesn't allow me. I'm thankful that I'm European and therefore there is no rush to pack away the Christmas decorations - I have until 12th day for that pleasure.
Meanwhile I do have the pleasure of revisiting my wonderful gifts that I really didn't give justice to over Christmas and ponder on the love of my family and friends for which I am ever thankful. But more than anything I think on the precious gift of health and how it allows us to function in this world of ours. My heart aches for those who carry pain with them all the time with little or no release from it and it makes me long just a little bit more for the place where " ..... God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."
Till such a time I have 'stuff' to do, routine, ordinary, typical 'stuff' but here's hoping too for the extraordinary, the special and the unique. If for no other reason than it would make blogging a whole lot easier.
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