The Mouse House

Phew, what a night eh! I've just got up after having a wild, wild time at the after Bloscars party. I think someone insisted I drink another bottle of the old champers and then someone else insisted too and then another...hey, let's just say, I had far too much to drink! Then the canapes had all gone so I had to send Kev the driver out for MaccyD's for everyone and then a few of us went out for Breakfast at this little place I know near the river.

I have no idea what time I got home, don't care either. I was minus my shoes so if anyone has them please can you return them ASAP. They need to go back to the Choo fella pronto or he won't let me wear any more for free.

Did everyone else have a great time?? Yayyyyy......

A gigantic "thank you" to everyone invovled with the Bloscars. You did a grand job and I love you all. Without you Landers and team this world (bloggin world too) would be a poorer place. A huge "thank you" to all the nutters who nomiated and then voted for me...I suggest making an appointment at the docs and getting your lumps felt

Love you all xx

PS can someone please pass me a pill for me aching 'ead

I am in a state of shock....I may just have to go and lay down and get my head around it all!

In the mean time, the drinks are on me, especially if I can't find my mouth, and don't forget to help yourself to the canapes and cheese and pineapple cubes!

*hic*

Did you know that today is National Doodle Day??

I tend to doodle all the time....the front and back covers on last years diary were a work of art by time I got a new one!

Get doodling folks.....

1. Have you ever successfully played a prank on anyone?

Me?  As if.....

2. Has anyone ever successfully played a prank on you?

All the time 

3. Do you think they moon landings were faked?

No, but at the time my Grandad swore that it was all filmed at the BBC studios!  Bless him!

4. What the best April Fools day prank you've heard of?

I can't remember yesterday let alone last year!

5. Complete this sentence: "Fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice..."

......then come and sit on my knee!

'Er excuse me folkies, but is there something happening tomorrow night around 9pm ish??

Get ready....take aim....FIRE!!!!!

T'was a quiet day in Mouse house.

That is until the son decides to come home with 2 friends....not so much as a "is it ok if they come in?" and that has really peed me off big time. I just wanted to be left alone, to sit and watch TV, blog and gaze out into the garden. No, not having such a good day today

Now, here I am, in the bedroom wishing they would all bugger off home! My son thinks I'm being rude but considering I wasn't even asked if they could come in...I don't think I am!

This is my house right??

I am not the greatest of flyers (my arms tend to hurt after a while...boom boom!) but I do have a kind of interest in planes. Odd I know but hey, this is me we are talking about here!

When a friend tells me they are going on a plane I worry. I don't know if any of you know but you can track flights now and check on actual departure and arrival times to the second and...watch on Google earth where the actual plane is during the flight!! Isn't that fantastic?? I love technology so will be tracking this flight all afternoon and evening!

Flight Tracker

Do you know....my mind is a blank and I can't think of anything to blog about!

So, the best option is for me to head to my bed and snore!

Night night one et all xx

I was thinking that perhaps my car would be back today or tomorrow when the repairers called to say it was ready. Great! I paid them the £150 excess and waited for the delivery. "oh the guy will deliver it on his way home so about 5 - 6.30pm". Yeah right thinks I after the last muppet didn't seem to own a watch.

Any way, 6.40pm I get a phone call from a mobile "hello, I am outside your house with your car". I wondered why they didn't knock as that has got to be cheaper than a phone call but hey, they were here. I ventured out ready for the big inspection of both cars and probably an argument to follow. "sign here please" said the guy and thrust the key into my hand. "Hang on" says I "after the last guy came and inspected my car and the hire car with a fine toothcomb I want to now do the same as he ain't putting any little things on me thank you very much!". "Noooo, it will be fine, just sign here". So I told him I would sign with a big "car not checked yet" by the signature so if anything isn't right in the morning I will be on the phone to them. He couldn't wait to get away!

He gave me the paper work and went. I did see that he must have got £3's worth of petrol on his way over to deliver the car as there was a reciept with the paperwork. I will call them in the morning and see about paying that back. It isn't fair on the guy if he paid that out of his money. See, I ain't that bad really but that other guy really got my goat up.

Seems the suspension was fine and all I needed was a new alloy wheel and a tyre. Fab, I am glad it wasn't anything more!

So, I'm happy now

Dear Handbag seller

Many thanks for spamming my blog today. It is always such a nice start to my day to see that you have once again popped in to post your usual crap. I would imagine these designer handbags you tell us about are infact made in some sweat factory deep in some industrialised city center where children have to sit for hours in the most awful conditions. That really makes me want to buy your goods. I just love the thought of contributing to their pain and misery while some lazy git sits back and watches on while his belly and wallet get fatter than ever.

So you want to know about designer handbags? My wardrobe contains serveral as I type. You name the make and I'm sure I've had them. The difference between mine and yours is that mine are the real deal. Not tacky plastic fakes but real and have cost me a small fortune. Oh I have purses to match and in some instances even a key holder too! How posh is that?!? I will admit to going to America to buy some of my bags, as you do, what with the dollar exchange rate it used to be a good thing to do you see. Then, when bored with them you simply put them on eBay and sell them. Easy peasy!

So please, don't tell me about designer bags. Been there, done that and now got the t-shirt (designer of course!)

It seems that youngsters who listen to music with degrading sexual lyrics could start having sex at an earlier age, a US study suggests. Really??

Who are the people who investigate these things??

Read this report!

What's wtih the naughty photos appearing then...well ok, brokendownangels at least has posted one! That woman is such a bad influence on me today. So far she has had me confess to all sorts of stuff. Stop I say, no more that woman!

Anymore of this and I shall have to traumatise you all and post a photo of me wearing my erotic girdle.

Trust me, you have been warned!

Following on from Brokendownangels postings today about "borrowing" things from hotels I am the worse offender in the world.

I do love a nice wooden hanger with the hotels name on in gold letters. Always looks impressive I think!

Then there are the lovely white fluffy towels also with the hotels names on. Oh and the white bathrobes too. I love those little white hand towels in the toilets too. They make fabulous flannels and cleaning cloths.

Linen napkins? Yes I have one or two.

Cutlery....'fraid so!

A lamp? Maybe....

Ashtrays? I hate smoking with a passion but do love those nice square china trays with the hotels logo in the middle. I even have one of the original Quaglinos "Q"'s from when they first opened. Everyone stole them (can't think why) and Quaglinos then started to sell them.

Key rings. I do love those great big key rings you have with your room key. Got some lovely ones. Sadly they only seem to give you plastic cards nowdays

Stationery? *cough*

I could go on.....

Oh bathroom freebies....Malmaison have the most wonderful goodies and in great big sizes too. They actually tell you to take them. Well, I don't need telling twice.....

I've enjoyed clocking this up over the years!!!

£556.60p

Just read the 'offence' and if you've done it, you owe that fine. Keep going until you've read each 'offence' and added up your total fine. When you are done post this as: "My fine is £..."

Smoked pot -- £10

Did acid -- £5

Ever had sex at church -- £25

Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you -- £40

Had sex with someone on Facebook -- £25

Had sex for money -- £100

Ever had sex with a Puerto Rican -- £20

Vandalized something -- £20

Had sex on your parents' bed -- £10

Beat up someone -- £20

Been jumped -- £10

Cross dressed -- £10

Given money to stripper -- £25

Been in love with a stripper -- £20

Kissed someone who's name you didn't know -- £0.10

Hit on some one of the same sex while at work -- £15

Ever drive and drank -- £20

Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- £50

Used toys while having sex -- £30

Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- £20

Went skinny dipping -- £5

Had sex in a pool -- £20

Kissed someone of the same sex -- £10

Had sex with someone of the same sex -- £20

Done oral -- £5

Enjoyed giving oral -- £5

Got oral -- £5

Done / got oral in a car while it was moving -- £25

Stole something -- £10

Had sex with someone in jail -- £25

Made a nasty home video -- £15

Had a threesome -- £50

Had sex in the wild -- £20

Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- £25

Stole something worth over more than a hundred pounds -- £20

Had sex with someone 10 years older -- £20

Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 -- £25

Been in love with two people or more at the same time-- £50

Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- £25

Went streaking -- £5

Went streaking in broad daylight -- £15

Been arrested -- £5

Spent time in jail -- £15

Peed in the pool -- £0.50

Played spin the bottle -- £5

Done something you regret -- £20

Had sex with your best friend -- £20

Had sex with someone you work with whilst at work -- £25

Had anal sex -- £80

Lied to your mate -- £5

Lied to your mate about the sex being good -- £25

Tally it up and title it: "My Fine Is..." copy and paste, then repost!

The gardens a mess.

The house is a mess.

Do I care??

Yes, I do actually and it's getting me down!

I'm a mess!

I thought that seeing as I am rapidly turning into a Chinese laundry I might have a moan about washing powders.

I am a Fairy washing powder user. The smell isn't too overpowering and it seems to clean all the grime off our grubby clothes. I love to use Comfort or Lenor softners and will swap the ones I use from time to time as I get bored with the smells. This works well for me!

I asked hubby to get me some Fairy the other day seeing as he was passing Tesco. What did he come home with? Ariel! I don't know if you use it and if you do you may disagree with me here but I find the smell far too overpowering. It's really strong.

I will use Bold 2 -1 for the dogs towels and things like that. Not that I don't love him but I don't think he'd notice his towels and bed linen not smelling of nice things do you. It takes him days to get his things all smelling doggy again you know!

The other thing I want to know is, why oh why do I always seem to get left with white wiggly lines on some things?? It is just like a chalky line that I think is probably a build up of softner or washing powder. It will come off with a damp cloth but it just annoys me. Anyone else get that??

Just off to put another load of grubby clothes in.....

I do really love Southern Comfort

Carry on McDuff!

My nan used to day that when God was dishing out different things to people like looks, being clever, being able to cook, etc someone must have been behind the wrong door. Meaning that they missed out on getting blessed with a wonderful gift.

Today I am pondering why I was stood behind the Fatty Arbuckle door and not behind the Elle McPherson door??

Oh sod it, today is a "rest day" from eating sensibly I think. I could do with some good old fashioned food!

My belly thinks that my throat has been cut....I am starving. Just look at the time. It's 3.30pm and I've not eaten anything yet, not one single morsel has passed my lips. Am I ill??

So, me thinks I must go and have a rummage through the fridge/freezer/cupboards and see what there is to eat.

Seems this year is the BIG 5-0 for lots of things including me!

Our beloved Mini is 50 this year and so is Motown. I have just been watching BBC4 and it is having a Motown night. I have watched a programme about Marvin Gaye. I had no idea his dad was a cross dresser as well as a preacher! It was very interesting and there was lots of music too. How fabulous!!!

I grew up with Motown and the music of the Atlantic and Stax record labels. Oh how great was that music and still to this day lives on. It has given my memory a work out tonight I can tell you. The things that the wonderful music has taken me back to is just lovely. I remember being at my cousins house all the time as a younster and listening to her music. She had the most fabulous record collection that she would allow me to take home and listen to. Linda was about 5 years older than me and so was doing everything I wanted to be doing.

Linda used to dye her hair so much that it eventualy went green at the roots. That was when she got herself a few wigs. The wigs would sit on her window ledge ontop of those "heads" that were in hairdressers windows. She taught me how to get really thick eyelashes and then how to seperate the lashes using a nappy pin. How dangerous was that and yes, I did manage to poke the pin in my eyeball a fair few times and it bloody hurt too! Linda was a complete role model for me. She dressed so well and wore such lovely things and of course, I got the cast offs When I got to 18 she would take me out with her. She always went to the East End to drink and ended up dating Kenny Jones (Faces drummer) after meeting him in a pub he was playing in. We would go to all the places that had bad reputations....shocking eh! I loved it!

Linda died 12 years ago, aged 43. She had a brain tumour. She had 3 children. I was the only one allowed to go and visit her and see her without hair after the chemo. She would call me to go visit her and help her get dressed and get a scarf on her head before anyone saw her. She was ill for about a year. A very sad year for me indeed. She was my total role model and I adored her. I used to tell everyone she was actually my sister. I would have loved her to have been my sister. I still miss her. I still miss her everyday.

See, my memory has indeed worked over time tonight!

Those were the days eh!

I am knackered!!

The gang of three settled in and made themselves comfy and spent the night watching MTV, driving the dog mad and laughing. How do I know? I heard them all night! I never thought they were going to get to sleep. I was still awake at 4am and so were they. Needless to say the house looked like a bomb site when I got up.

Son made them bacon sarnies, tea and coffee and they all went back to sleep!!!! What?!?! I wanted my house back. Someone had opened, yes opened, a very expensive box of chocolates I had been given only them on Thursday and that really made me cross. I don't think they liked them as they only took 2. To posh for their uneducated pallets I'd say. Then someone ate some of the pizza we had had earlier that evening. The thing that has really made me cross is the use of the phone...they were all non stop on it. OK if it was to a land line number then that's not a problem as they are free but oh no, they were all to mobile numbers. Son knows my feelings about that after the last phone bill. So now, it seems that I will be calling BT and getting a block made on calling mobile numbers. Isn't it a shame to have to do that but, he has been told enough. The last bill there were over £100 pounds worth of mobile calls to his friends.

Anyway, the girls were very polite and thanked us for letting them stay. They were very happy, they must as been as they didn't go home until 7pm tonight!

The son went out with them despite moaning that he was so tired. I bet he will sleep ALL day tomorrow and be as miserable as hell when he finally surfaces from his bedroom!

Son has gone out and is staying out all night at a friends.

Hurrah we say and settle down for a nice night infront of the telly with a pizza and a few drinkies. Hubby falls asleep...for a change and then toodles off to bed. I decide to sit up and catch up with the bloggins of you lot out there in blog land.

So here I am, happilly tip, tap, tapping away at the keyboard when the front door suddenly springs open There is son....and with 2 friends in tow. Not any old friends but 2 girly friends. My thoughts were that I hoped they didn't want running home as neither of us could drive due to us drinking far too many cups of tea tonight Oh no, son wanted them to stay Ok, not a problem in one way, but I was a little curious about how neither of them could contact their parents or had keys to get in at home. Anyway, pillows and blankets have been sorted and they have been allocated a sofa each. Son has been instructed to sleep in his room and stay there...or else!

So the question is....is my son a budding homosexual or just a real girlies man?? I think his dad was rather envious of the fact he never had girls staying over when he was his age!

Just what is it about feet that some of us don't like?

Is it the bunions that bulge out of the side of ladies shoes and just look like pickled onions have been put in the shoe? Perhaps it's all those corn plasters that all the old ladies always seem to buy? I don't know what it is but even my own feet make me queasy.

My aunt had dreadful feet. Oh my goodness, they were truely awful. They kind of bent this way and that and were long and thin. Even as a child I had a "thing" about them and just hated them. My aunt would terrorise me with them. She would stick them right under my nose or wiggle her toes at me She would go to the chiropodist and get them seen to and then arrive back home with plasters on every toe. She would have little black blobs on the soles of her feet....heavens only knows why. I always remember those. Sometimes they looked like faces!

In fact her feet were so awful I used to joke with her and say they should have been in the circus!

....they just don't mix. At least not in my house!

I tell ya, the only thing handy about my hubby is that he lives here. Honestly when it comes to cars he knows where the petrol goes and that's it. Oh he can go and inflate tyres too. Other than that, forget it!

He has been nagging for weeks that his car needs looking at. "So call the garage!" is what I have been telling him. Has he? No! So today I called Steve the garage man and asked if we could take it over for him to look at. So off we popped and paid Steve a visit. After a very quick inspection Steve informed hubby that the engine had about a teaspoon of oil in it So after he put in about 15 gallons of oil the car even sounded better

We booked a service there and then too.....

I'm pretty sure I have posted this before but trust me, don't look at this on an empty stomach!!

Take a deep breath before clicking here!

1. In 1935 Caroline Mikkelsen was the first women to set foot in Antarctica. Where is the one place in the world you'd like to visit?

The wilds of Canada. I saw a programe about the brown bears this week up there and it looked just so wonderful.

2. February 20th is the birthday of Ivana Trump. Would you marry someone just to get (or help someone else to get) a passport like Ivana did?

I wouldn't marry for a passport but I would if they had a big bank account

3. On February 20th 2005 the world said good bye to actress Sandra Dee. In the movie of your life who would play you?

Dawn French

4. February 20th is also the birthday of Leonore Cohn Rosenstiel Annenberg, American billionaire and former Chief of Protocol of the U.S. If money was no object what one item would you buy?

I'd buy the Bank of England...they seem to keep printing more money lately so that's the thing for me!

5. Complete this sentence: "I think the best female role-model of all time is..."

....Boudicca. Just think, charging round the country terrorising all those men dressed up as soliders! Perfect!

C'mon folks....sign up!!

Don't let our lovely friend Milly go and leave us.

I for one would be VERY sad should she up and leave blogland

Can someone please tell me why a man will go to all the expense of getting a hand made suit and a Jermyn street shirt only for him to wear white socks and unpolished shoes????

It never fails to amaze me!

I see that Marks & Spencer are introducing a new sandwich.
It is 2 slices of white bread, butter/marg and wait for it.....strawberry jam! Yep, strawberry jam! They say the sarnie will cost 75pence.

What's that all about?? Isn't a a slice of bread with jam on something you do if you fancy something quick or have got some wonderful new bread? Toast and jam is wonderful too with a nice hot cuppa but would anyone really go into Marks and buy a jam sarnie??

The toe has returned to it's normal position....

I'm not sure if that was helped by me falling down the stairs this afternoon though. I sorted all the washing out, threw it down the stairs and over the bannisters ready for me to put in the washing machine. As I walked down the stairs there were some clothes on the stairs. I kicked them down the rest of the stairs....until the last few that is, and the next thing I knew there I was doing a Torville and Dean down the hallway. The dog was standing at the kitchen door holding up a card with 9.9 on it for artistic impression

After I picked myself up and removed a Bonio from my left ear I went into the front room where my son was sitting engrossed in something he had SKY+'d and burst into tears. Needless to say he was involved in the telly and didn't hear a thing

Typical! I lived to load yet another machine load of washing in though....

Last night while sitting here blogging I wiggled my toe. Nothing worth telling the world about I hear you thinking.

When I wiggled it I felt the kind of snap and sighed. I have dislocated the toe joint yet again

Dunno why, but both my big toes pop out of joints really easily but it's not happened for a long time. It will go back to where it all should be at some point today I expect but until then...I shall hobble about!

No dancing for me today then!

There I was sitting there tonight watching the telly, minding my own when there was a very loud BANG BANG BANG on the door. Straight away I've got the hump as I have a lovely new door bell, clearly visible to all callers and there for the use of. I don't know about you but banging so loudly on the door isn't a good idea especially when there is a dog in the house too. He wasn't happy either. So off I go to see who it is. I was expecting the "we have been sent to tell you about the cheaper electricity you can get if you sign up with us" mob. I always upset them by asking right away who exactly was it who sent them. Was it the man on the moon or God??? That throws them right away They always seem to have so much to say on the matter of saving money. By time I've done with them they leave my doorstep a shadow of their former selves!

It was a little old lady asking me to to go church. I know I'm in a mess at the moment but had someone sent out word to the local church to get some devine intervention for me?? I asked her why she had come knocking. She didn't really give me a reply. She just rattled on and on about church, god, blah blah blah. She picked on the wrong person. I hate with a passion people knocking on my door trying to sell anything/religion to me.

I will never ever ever buy anything at the door. If I want a new carpet them I will go to carpetland and find one. If I need a new roof then I will go find a roofer. So why the heck do these people think that by knocking on my door they can change my religion?? I don't care what religion any of my friends are. I know I have friends who are from all religions....Seihk (sp??), Catholic, C of E, athiest, Muslim, Jewish and even a Jehovas Witness but that is their private thing. They never bang on about to me. They don't need to. I have asked them about their religions and understand more now that I ever have thanks to them enlightening me.

But, I don't buy religion at my front door....ever!

Where have some of my posts gone??

I'm getting notification of posts and when I get there to read them they have gone! Shame as some of them looked rather interesting too....never mind, I shall have to entertain myself elsewhere for a while.

I have had anothe kind of notification today and that is of the make the courtesy car will be....wait for it, don't get too excited. I'm not

It could be worse I suppose. Now, shall we guess what colour it will be?? I just hope it isn't bright orange

I have just read todays issue of The Metro and noticed an article about Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee.

I don't really know what to say to this article really other than it put me off my breakfast. All I can say is that the thought of Paul Daniels trying to look like David Beckham is totally hysterical and rather vomit inducing too!

I remember being sat at a cafe by the harbour in St Tropez a few years back when there was a gathering crowd around one of the boats that had pulled into the harbour. On closer inspection I saw it was Ms McGee standing there like the Queen waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. I have never laughed so much in all my life. There she was, trendy St Trop and a crowd all loving her. I doubt anyone knew who the heck she was and if they did, they must all have been laughing just like we did!

The story

The hole saga continues.....

Been in touch with the council today..."oooh we may not be liable for any damage you know" says Mrs Hoity Toity "and it may take up to 3 months for us to come to a decision". Yeah, sod you too luv!
She recommended I contact my insurance and if I am fully comp then they will sort it all out while they make their minds up. Could be I may loose my no claims bonus and have to pay the first £150 excess Seems if we are the first to complain to the council about the hole then they are not liable. The reasoning is that they didn't know about it and couldn't do anything about it to stop it happening again. But, if someone else had complained and we then went down it then they are liable as they hadn't acted fast enough to stop it happening again. Still with me?!

So I have contacted the insurance and am waiting for them to collect my car, drop off the courtesy car and put it all right for me. I dread to think what car they will leave me. We are betting it will be a G-Whizz or something similar. I should be driving up to Blackpool and back on Saturday so will have to decide if I should go in this loan car or not. It's a lot of driving to be scrunched up in a not so very comfy car. I shall see what arrives

*Gets her driving gloves, goggles and biggles scarf out ready incase they deliver a nice cabriolet sports car!*

Kevin has just prompted me to post this story. I saw this on the news in the week and was immediately drawn in by the turtles name...China doll

This is a lovely but sad story in that these are the last living Yangtze soft shelled turtles in the world. I realy hope that they can produce some offspring. It would be so sad to see them become extinct.

Turtle love story

There, hope the link works but that picture just looks so wrong!

I can't go another day without mentioning this...

Boy age 13 becomes a father

I just don't know where to start with this story. The new father looks as though he should still be wearing nappies for starters. The mother now isn't sure just who the father could be...she has had several boyfriends and there have been a few saying it could be their baby. The 13 year old is happy to take a DNA test.

Blah, blah, blah.....I want to say so much but really don't know where to begin.

Have a read of this story and see what you think!

For some reason I have found myself reading a guide to eating etiquette. I have been quite amused by it as there is so much that is not followed in todays relaxed ways. I mean, never lick or put a knife in your mouth. Like people eating in McDonalds worry about that!

Things you should not do:
Never lick or put your knife in your mouth.

It is impolite to start eating before everyone has been served unless your host says that you don't need to wait.

Never chew with your mouth open. No one wants to see food being chewed or hearing it being chomped on.

It is impolite to have your elbows on the table while you are eating.

Don't reach over someone's plate for something, ask for the item to be passed.

Never talk with food in your mouth.

It is impolite to put too much food in your mouth.

Never use your fingers to push food onto your spoon or fork.

It is impolite to slurp your food or eat noisily.

Never blow your nose on a napkin (serviette). Napkins are for dabbing your lips and only for that.

Never take food from your neighbours plate.

Never pick food out of your teeth with your fingernails.

From the 14th - 21st Feb it is National Nest Box week.

Check out this website for more info about building bird boxes etc!

This last week has been National Chip week.

I hope you helped celebrate by eating a bag of chips complete with salt and lots of vinegar????

I have been watching loads of films again this week! I figured out that seeing as I am paying for the SKY film channels I may just as well use them.

Tonight we saw Charlie Wilsons war. I have to admit that I got ever so slightly confuddled while watching this. It didn't help that I was munching on some lovely bread sticks complete with garlic and sour cream dip. I just couldn't hear what they were saying. We did turn up the volume but I missed some of the bits...probably the important bits too knowing me. The dips were good and so was the very nice brandy I was drinking too.

So what else do I have planned to watch? Well, there is the film called Waitress. Can't remember what it's about now though I won't be watching it tonight though....I am sure I will be asleep pretty soon. It's way past my witching hour

I had a very nice surprise this morning...breakfast in bed!

There was a lovely tray set with the best china and cutlery. Very nice indeed! I was presented with hot tea, smoked salmon, and poached eggs on toast. Do you know, it was so lovely!

Bless him, I do love him so much!

Good grief!!!

I couldn't get out of the front door this morning...there was so much post in the way! The poor postman must have had to use a wheelbarrow to bring all my post from the sorting office and spent ages putting it all through the letterbox.

There are red, pink, yellow, blue and even white envelopes all there, in a pile, just waiting for me to have a spare hour or three to sit and open them all up!

I may be gone sometime......

I have just been busy and have sent out about 4 birthday cards all from the comfort of my padded room. I always tend to use Moonpig.com as they have a great collection of cards and always arrive on time. That is very important when you have a mind like mine that always forgets to buy and post the cards early enough.

This card just made me laugh so much....seeing as I am a "newcomer" nominee this could be my dream come true. My name in the walk of the stars or whatever it's called! Look too, it even blends in colourwise with my blog!

Just curious here folks....

Who uses Mozilla Firefox 3.0.6 and XP??

Out of blog reply:

Missy Mouse is currently hiding under the covers till all the crap goes away

Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you when I feel normal (whatever that is!) again!

Bleeeeeep

Snippets from a Dog's Daily Diary......

8:00 am - Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

Snippets from a Cat's Daily Diary .....

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

I have recently had the time to sit down and watch lots of films. This is something I don't normally do as I can't be bothered or concentrate enough not to get confused. Over the last 4 weeks of my "sorting-myself-out" I have seen several of the films I have wanted to see. I have gone for the good old cry your eyes out type, the good old laugh a minute type and even some really not what I thought I would watch kind too. I've really enjoyed them too.

I just could not watch a film on Saturday as I was just too distracted. It was Mommie Dearest. The film is all about Joan Crawford and she was played by Faye Dunaway. I couldn't watch it as every scene saw Joan sporting a new pair of eyebrows. They got wider or thinner with every scene and in the end I was only watching the eyebrows!

Shame as I really loved Joan Crawford and always wanted a pair of monogrammed, shoulder padded, silk pyjamas like she always seemed to wear in her films. Perhaps I'll try again eh!

The postman knocked this morning and handed me a small box. All excitedly I ran into the kitchen to open it and see what was inside.

*sigh*

Yet another box of bloody lightbulbs. I don't know where they keep coming from but they just keep arriving. The bulbs are of the new evergy saving variety. You know, the ones that take a month to warm up and give out full pelt of their light. I think they are useless in ceiling lights as you normally want the light to be on instantly. They are ok ish in lamps as you get a lowish light anyway from lamps unless you use those 1000000 watt bulbs.

Anyone want a lighbulb??

Today I am modelling a rather attractive and warm cardigan made by Marks and Spencer. It's is a lovely dark chocolate brown colour with 2 patch pockets on the front. The buttons are average size and today I have gone wild and left them undone. I don't care do I and just love to live life on the edge.

Sadly, while wearing this cardigan I have done nothing but pick off grey hair from my very head that has fallen onto the cardigan. In one way I am rather concerned at the amount of hair I am removing but in another I am curious as to why it seems it's only the grey hair falling out. Yes, I did rush to the mirror to see if I had any hair left on my head!

The joys of getting old must be only noticing the grey hair that falls out.

I think I will away to my bed, that place I love to be

I think I spent most of night of listening to hubby snore all night I am so tired now. I think I must have kicked, pushed, punched, squeezed his nose, pulled his pillows out from under him and anything else you can think of to stop hubby snoring! He drove me to distraction

The dog was curled up at the end of the bed all night...snoring too! He also snored all night. They say owners are just like their dogs don't they They were snoring in stereo

Today I got some new ear plugs and I'm not afraid to use them should Dick Dastardly and Mutley start with the snoring again tonight!

Night night all xx

Good news on the dogs ear!

I took him along to see the vet and oddly enough the ear looked better today than it has all week. Sods law eh! Anyway, the vet shaved his ear to see the wound properly and thinks that he has caught himself on some barbed wire or branches or something like that. So we have some antiseptic wash, ointment and antibiotics for the dog.

Bless him, he does look silly with one ear half shaved. The doc assured us that the "lump" we thought we had found was just a dried scab probably from the same accident. Phew!!

I was really worried today for some reason. I had got all worked out about it...silly eh!

Thanks everyone for asking after him!

No words needed here other than phwoarrrrrr

Now I know you are all ladies and gents of the world and all sorts of thoughts whizz through your minds but...have you ever considered what profession has the most sex? No, nor me but seems someone has as they conducted a survey recently.

Are you in this list??

Best jobs for sex:
1. Estate agent

2. Cabin crew

3. Lawyer

4. Secretary

5. Call centre worker

Worst jobs for sex:
1. Lorry driver

2. Customer service rep

3. Nurse

4. Teacher

5. Librarian

Is a realistic survey??

I know lots of people have a thing about Jade Goody and really won't give her the time of day. I have kind of followed her career on and off and despite her being "Jade" she has always managed to do well. She opened her beauty salon, wrote books, launched perfume and in general tried to make money. Who wouldn't!

I was sad to read about her having cancer. To start with I must admit I did think it was all a bad taste publicity stunt perhaps. Not a nice thing for me to admit to but these days who knows what people will do. I have seen her 2 latest shows on SKY that have been following her through her cancer treatment. I have to say she has battled through the chemo and worked while she could including doing panto. She gave her children a fabulous Christmas. Who knows, it may be her last. I just admire the way she is battling through it. Heaven only knows how any us would cope should we find ourselves in the same situation and I hope that we will not have to find out.

I am sure most of us have been touched by cancer. We all know the story of what it does and how it's treated. OK Jade is very lucky in that she is being treated at the Royal Marsden hospital. A wonderful place indeed. My sister-in-law was treated for breast cancer there so I know first hand how wonderful they are. There are many other centres around the country who are equally as good, thank heavens.

Thanks for listening. I just needed to get that off my chest!

http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/showbiz/a146047/jade-goody-to-renew-living-tv-deal.html

This made my day....and yes, I did get a fit of the giggles!

After the dogs bout of sickness last week he is now poorly again I noticed a bit of blood on his ear at the begining of the week. I have been bathing it with salt water and keeping an eye on it. After a few days it was still looking sore so on the advice of a vertinary nurse I got some savlon gel and put that on. It's still not really looking much better.

Today I found a kind of lumpy thing underneath his ear. Not sure if it is a bit of dry mud perhaps of more of what is going on already on the other side of the ear. The son turned to me and said to me in a very matter-of-fact way, "it could be cancer you know" and carried on doing whatever it was.

D'you know, he has put the fear of god in me and so tomorrow, guess who will be on the phone to the vet. The smallest seed of doubt has been planted now and I won't rest until we have been to the vets!

Well, the son retired to his bed after an hour on the phone and MSM messenger checking up on all the gossip. Bless, all that must have worn him out...not to mention run my phone bill up to the hilt by calling everyones mobiles!

He has ordered a roast chicken breast and roast potatos for his dinner...if I can wake him up that is. There is going to be one pretty grumpy boy in this house later on me thinks!

Oh and I am amused to see that everyone agreed about not letting him have a party. Perhaps I should show him

Son went to his first, so he says, all night party and was staying out all night at the friends house. It was his friends 16th birthday and it was to be fancy dress. As most of you know he was going dressed as a priest complete with the biggest cross and beads you have ever seen. A friend had let him use a set of wooden rosary beads all the way from Bethlehem too. He even found a pair of dodgy sandals in the back of an uncles wardrobe and a had a bible. He was going to look the part even if he didn't behave like a priest.

Off he went in his jeans as he didn't want to look silly on the way there....I had suspicians that he wasn't going to wear the outfit as he had said earlier to me he wasn't and when he saw my face drain of colour he said he was joking. I was going to be really cross as it had all cost about £40 and possibly for nothing

The last person I was expecting to see home at 9.23am this morning was the son but there he was...and as bright as a button. Again, I didn't expect to see that either. He come home with a McDonalds breakfast so he must have worked up a hunger with all that drinking, dancing and heaven only knows what else.

I asked him about the party and did he have a good time etc while trying not to ask too many questions. He was actually more talkative than normal (big surprise!) and told me that the house was robbed, there was a gigantic punch up and that he was sick at 2 seperate times in the house and that there was a boy worse than him. He was sick 3 times during the party and was still being very ill as son left the house to come home. Sounds like the party was a huge hit then eh!

I can only say that I feel very sorry for the parents of the birthday boy for having all that trouble but....were they mad to even consider letting him have the party at home?!?! They must have known what was going to happen don't you think. Do you remember those days of partying?!

Son once again asked if he could have a party at home for his very near 16th and as I have said all along....

No way Jose!

I stopped off at the butchers today for my ususal stocking up for the week. The dear old butcher was in fine form today with all his jokes. He always makes me laugh and has obviously been playing to his customers for years. It's part of his life now and he probably wouldn't know what to do should he have to give up the shop. I hope that never happens.

So, what to buy?? Hmm, a nice belly of pork with the skin scored to within inches of itself. I do like a nice bit of crakling on the top. 3 nice big chicken breasts. Minced beef. Home made sausages. That should do for this week.

I bet I don't do anything different with it all than I normally do, and this week I would love to surprise myself. I have kind of gone off cooking at the moment. I'm bored with it....and that is so not like me. I love my food, I love eating it, I love reading about it and love cooking with it.

I am off to the cookery bookshelf and see what I can make that's differnt!

Out on the normal Saturday errands today I had to wait for hubby while he ran into a shop to collect something or the other. As I was sitting there I was doing as I normally do...people watching.

Across the road at the bus stop were twins. How did I know you may well ask! Well, not only did they look alike but they dressed exactly the same, had the same hair do and even had the same shopping bags. So you may ask. It just made me take more notice of them as over the years I have known a fair few sets of twins of all ages. Some have gone out of their way to dress differently so as to be different to their twin and to be taken for who they are, not what people think they both are. Other twins have been very happy to dress exactly the same until a certain age, probably while at primary school, and then got on with being an individual. Being a twin must have lots of plus points but loads of minus points too.

The bus stop twins must have been in their late 70's. I wonder if they have
always dressed the same as they have grown up?? Did they ever marry or just set up home together in their own little world? There are another pair of twins I see about often. They are younger, probably in their 50's. They also always dress the same, hair styles the same....everything the same. They live together and do everything together. I have no idea if they ever married.

I then went on to wonder about the special bond that twins share. The ability to share their own language and think the same and even feel feelings etc. despite being the other side of the world. Truely a real bond. What a lovely thing to share with someone.

Hubby soon returned, I unpacked the shopping and now I've got a headache from all my wondering

"This blogger is now stuck infront of the telly watching the England v Italy rugby match and will be back when she has ooogled the players"

I need to moan

The Son is going to a fancy dress party tomorrow. He has chosen to go as a priest (don't ask!) and needed some beads or a cross to wear with his outfit. So we found a place that sold just what he needed and ordered them. They promised next day delivery and sure enough the box arrived yesterday but no one was home. So Mr Postie put a card through the letter box saying the parcel was back at the sorting office and we could take the card with us and collect it. Great!!

This morning off I slid to collect it.

"Good morning" I said to Ms Postie as I handed over the card.
She grabbed the card without so much as looking up at me or grunting any kind of greeting back.
"Got any proof of who you are?" she said in a very manly voice.
"'er, well I do have that card you're holding...isn't that proof enough?"
"We gotta 'ave proof of 'ho you are before 'anding anyfing over".
"Well let me see. I have a cheque card with me. Will that do?"
Card gets snatched out of my hand...
"Nah, it ain't got a photo, it could be anyones"
So by now I am starting to get a tad cross.
"The fact that I have the card from the postman and a cheque card with the same name on should help you to know that I am the person on the box. In fact, I can tell you who the box is from and what is inside if that will help you believe me"
Ms Postie now stands up to her full height and says that I can't have my parcel.
I am now fuming
I go home, get a whole load of bills, driving licence with photo on and return ready to stick each item up her nostrils one by one.

I once again ranng the bell and a new Mr Postie appears at the window. I hand him the card, off he goes and brings back my parcel. All without wanting to know my shoe size!

Wtf?!?!

To make matters worse, when I return home with parcel the Son tells me the beads are not what he wanted

1. Have you kept your new year's resolutions?

I didn't make any!

2. Has 2009 been a better year so far than 2008?

Absolutely not and it's only Feb!!

3. Name one big thing you plan to do in the rest of 2009.

Get a few issues sorted out once and for all

4. Do you think the credit crunch will affect you more in 2009?

Nah, I'll still be skint!

5. If money were no object, what would you like to do in 2009?

Move, have a real big no money spared holiday and treat myself to a new car!

A thought ran through my head just now. Now that it's freezing outside are any of us putting on more things when we go to bed?? I know lots of folk go to bed wearing everything except for their wellingtons but now it's got colder are you feeling colder in bed and wearing more bed clothes??

I am wearing the same as I normally would...nice PJ's. I have a nice collection of mix'n'match PJ bottoms and tops. You know the type? Shorts or longer trouser bottoms. Long sleeved tops or strapy vest type tops. Some nights I even manage to get co-ordinating tops and bottoms

Are you guilty of wearing bedsocks? I put my hands up to that one. I got a 2 pack of fluffy bed socks last year from Primark. £2. Bargain!! If it's really cold I will put them on until my tootsies are warm and then slide them off. I find them in the bottom of the bed in the morning if the dogs not found them first!

How many quilts are on your bed right now??

My husband has just presented me with 2 egg custard tarts!

I am now going to go and eat the both of them....I love 'em!

Mmmm.....

It's cold again today and over night we had another sprinkling of that white stuff again. Thankfully it was nothing like we have had this week and all it has done is make what's underneath all slippery and slushy.

I was sitting in the kitchen this morning and thought I could hear rain. Seems it is where the snow on the roof is melting and dripping off and making a noise outside. I am waiting for an avalanche of it all to come flying off the roof. I just hope it won't be on the dog when he ventures out into the garden!!

xx

There sits hubby with the 2 remote controls within inches of his hands...all ready to turn over or turn the volume up even more on the football. I do believe he needs his ears syringing or an ear trumpet!

There also sits son on the lappy clippy, clap, clapping away at the keys with lots of "beep boop" sounds coming from MSN Messenger and all his merry band of friends.

There's me, bored rigid, wanting to scream at the football and the loudness of it all and wrap the lappy round the sons neck. Why can't he go to his room and clippety clop in the keys??

So, I gather up my new foodie magazines and toodle off to the kitchen to listen to the radio and have a good old read and a cuppa.

Who follows me? Yep, the son and the dreaded lappy. Where does he sit? At the table.....

OK thinks me, I'll go to bed and read.....hubby has now decided he wants to go to bed.

I did consider sitting in the car.....but it's too cold!

I'm feeling a bit down in the duldrums today...dunno why though. Isn't it odd when you feel like that and just can't put your finger on why.

I've had a bit of a day today one way or another so perhaps that's why I feel down? Had to go places and see people and it's all been a bit of a drain on my one brain cell. Big meeting it was, lots of folk there, lots to say, lots to ask...phew! My head was ready to explode but in some weird way, I was glad to be there at long last. We have waited a long time to get this referal. I just hope it turns out for the better. It can't be any worse than it is now.

Love to everyone else feeling down today...I know it's not just me!!

xx

The dreaded steps at Waterloo station!!

Now you can see how much it must have hurt to have slid down them today in the snow!

I have been watching the BBC news channel today and was glad to see people stuggling into work despite everything being stacked against them doing so.

What I wasn't happy to see were the steps of Waterloo station. For anyone who may not know, these steps are very steep with probably 50 steps or so. In the space of a 1 minute clip of film I saw about 4 people slip and fall down these steps. The main walkway was also like a skating rink and even more people did a Torville and Dean and went flying. How dangerous!! Why on earth has someone not taken a few minutes to salt/grit the steps???!

In saying all that, how many stupid ladies have you spotted while out and about hobbling through the snow wearing 5 inch heels?? I am sure a pair of wellies are more of a fashion statement these days than a plaster cast! Will they ever learn!

Here is proof that I just can't accept it's winter!

In my garden the reclining sun chair is still there ready to be sat in while the sun glows down on me. Sadly not today though

Here is the lovely palm tree that helps me feel I am in some sun drenched land. Again, not today! This palm tree was about 5 inches tall when planted a few years back. It now stands about 15ft tall!

There were 2 snowmen in the park.

One says to the other one "can you smell carrots?".

Well, it amused me.....

Did anyone watch the Sunday Night Project last night with Martin Sheen??

I don't know what you all thought but I was transfixed by Martins teeth. Did you notice them? I couldn't take my eyes off them and nor could hubby. We both sat there saying he had the dogs teeth in and that he looked like Shergar.

We got the giggles over them in the end and couldn't even watch the programme as we were laughing so much!

I am in shock this morning!!!

Some mad fool/s have nominated me in the Best Female Newcomer category!! Are you crazy?? Do you need your bumps reading??

All joking aside I just want to say thank you so much to whoever it was and the cheque is in the post!

Is there an awards ceremony at some posh place in town?? Will I need a new frock?? Spicey, where's that tiara??

Oh I am all a-quiver now......

Congratulations to all the other nominees too

Kevs trip to the theatre and the ordering of the interval drinks has stired up some memories for me.

Many years ago my husband decided to really go all out and show me what a good chappie he was by taking me to the ballet. Swan Lake. I had been to Sadlers Wells before but never to the Royal Opera House....I was so exited! I treated myself to a new outfit and even got my hair done. I was so disappointed on arrival to see people arriving in tatty jeans and not having made any effort at all. Still, I was there to enjoy myself and that I would. What a fabulous place it is and I was just dumbstruck by it all. We had a drink on arrival and of course ordered ready for the interval.

We too our seats in the dress circle, middle of the stage right infront of us and OMG....Bobby Moore sitting next to hubby!! He was stunned to say the least. The show was wonderful and I was just totally lost in it all. I wish hubby had been too...instead he fell asleep Interval time and off we went to find our drinks. I was amused to see everyone with the little interval nibbles all set up at little white table clothed tables. Oh it was wonderful watching everyone mingle while doing all that air kissing!! Then I spied him. There he was with his girlfriend of the time sitting at one of these lovely tables noshing his food in the most disgusting way. Dreadful manners I though and looked down. He was wearing a very expensive navy blue blazer. The shoulders were white....with dandruff I was horrified. It was Michael Winner! I just cringe whenever I see him now..... It nearly put me off the second act. I had a lovely time and hubby must love me as he took me back again too a few years later!!

If ever you meet hubby he will tell you all the story of him being bored to tears and how he had "hung out" with Bobby Moore in the gents. He is rather proud of that story.....

Oh and yes, I did ask!!