Monday 28 May 2007
We take it in turns to buy biscuits for the stables. Well, some of us do. As in all things there are those of us who buy them regularly, and those who never buy them. This discrepancy disappears miraculously when it comes to eating them. We all take our fair turn at that!!!
It's probably my fault for driving a 4x4.
Update I have just come back from the stables - it's 11.32 am and I had to come home because I couldn't stand the cold a moment longer. As I am now officially a southern softy I simply cannot handle the cold. It's absolutely bloody freezing - I could see my breath in the air. For goodness sake!!!!!
Sunday 27 May 2007
Emma at the stables has kindly agreed to babysit Phoebe and Bugsy and Jo is coming over to feed Fifi (killer cat).
So even if the rest of England has rain all week, at least I shall get 2 days of sunshine.
Saturday 26 May 2007
Friday 25 May 2007
Wednesday 23 May 2007
Yesterday she was having a go (foaming at the mouth, wailing like a banshee) at one of my friends and I just happened to be standing near the gate looking for Emma at the time. She saw me and started having a go at me too!!! I told her to 'wind her neck in' (great northern phrase). Now I don't know what had upset her but it surely wasn't me, so I didn't really see why I should take a volley of abuse! The outcome of all this is that she has stated that I can no longer use the lane which leads to our stables (she owns it). Nobody else, just me. It doesn't matter as there is another entrance which she doesn't own which I can use - but the injustice of it has really annoyed me. So here's a little message for her..."Bev, of Weybridge Equestrian Centre...I think you are a nutter. I think that you need some professional help with your temper. I think you are rude and aggressive, and a bit of a bully. I also think that you should be very grateful for the fact that you have a great life living in a fabulous place and spending all your time looking after animals. Today is a lovely sunny day, and you should take a moment to go outside and smell the clean air that surrounds you. ...then you should calm down and come and apologise to me"
I know that she won't, and I feel a bit sorry for her - as it can't be nice walking around with all that aggression running through your veins, but I feel better for having written this!!! I wouldn't dare say it to her face as quite frankly she scares me a little!
Tuesday 22 May 2007
Update: 12.32pm - Rachel has done a small poo!
Monday 21 May 2007
I know it's only nature that makes Fifi go out on the prowl and kill and injure all these creatures, but I wish that she could be a little less aggressive. It's not as if she's hungry. Nature is quite wonderful - but can also be quite cruel.
Sunday 20 May 2007
Tuesday 15 May 2007
At Age 4.... Success is..... Not peeing in your pants
At Age 6.... Success is..... Finding your way home (From school)
At Age 12.... Success is... Having friends
At Age 18.... Success is... Having a driver's license
At Age 20.....Success is... Having sex
At Age 35.....Success is... Having money
At Age 45.....Success is... Having money
At Age 55.....Success is... Having money
At Age 60.....Success is... Having sex
At Age 65.....Success is... Keeping a driver's license
At Age 70.....Success is... Having friends
At Age 75.....Success is... Finding your way home (From anywhere)
At Age 80.....Success is... Not peeing in your pants.
As for me; all I can say: Man .... what a life..
Monday 14 May 2007
Sunday 13 May 2007
This means war.
Our diet wasn't particularly healthy - Sausage and Chips - Bread and dripping (ugh) - Bubble and squeak - bacon and eggs - the frying pan and chip pan were always in use - but we were all skinny little things, you could see our ribs, and we were covered in scars, bruises, scrapes, and there was at least one child on every street who could claim to have been impaled on rusty railings at some time or other. Every mother had a bottle of TCP (ouch) and good old pink Germolene cream!!! No suing for damages in those days. Each September when we returned to school there were a handful of kids with pots on broken arms, or stitches, or some outward sign of 'serious injury' that had occurred during the holidays.
A fat child was a very rare thing indeed. I can't remember one from my school.
Other things I remember... jelly shoes, hand-me down clothes, black plimsolls (nobody at our school had Dunlop Green Flash for ages), Dirty muddy potatoes!, Blue Peter, Magpie, Clackers (subsequently banned after children were blinded) short trousers until you were eleven, Marbles, Conkers, Sherbert fountains, Langley Farm yoghurts in three flavours only, Birds Eye frozen Mousses, my Dad getting a new Cortina, Luncheon meat sandwiches (yumm), roller skates (no elbow pads and helmets), scooters, chopper bikes, french elastics, skipping ropes with ball bearings in the handles, comic annuals bought for Christmas, Sindy dolls, being allowed a small 'Snowball' made with advocaat at Christmas - then pretending to be drunk!, swaps, 45 records ('Can the Can' by Suzy Quatro was my 1st ever purchase, followed by 'Silver Lady' by David Soul), puncture repair kits in little tins,(your Dad showed you how the first time, and then you were on your own with a puncture!!!!), and finally - attempting to successfully tape the "top 20" on a Sunday night, without the talking - just the music!!!! Very difficult thing to achieve - nay, almost impossible!!!
Anyway - to get back to my original point (thank goodness) if you have a fat child, feed them less, get them to do more....it's not rocket science.
Saturday 12 May 2007
My posture is obviously a crock, because during the lesson we changed about 5 things - put them all together - and hey presto Phoebe turned into a Grand Prix dressage horse!!! It was amazing. She was lighter, using her hocks more and came right off her forehand (Sorry to be technical here folks!) Anyway the end result is more lightness and the horse lifting up through her back more. It was difficult and frustrating - but when it all came together it was pure magic. Anyway my position is really very bad - but it should improve with time. If you want to have a look at dressage done beautifully and correctly go here, to see Anky Van Grunsven who is one of the best dressage riders in the world today. Watching this makes me want to cry!
Tuesday 8 May 2007
Oh My GOD - THE SHAME!!!!
Today I had to go to Curry's and get a new Kettle for Dan's Dad. He was hosting a meeting at the house and his kettle wasn't working.
I thought that this kettle had just come from an episode of "pimp my kettle". I liked it so much that I bought myself one too!!!
This photo doesn't really do it justice but it sits on a shiny glass plate and it is really a very attractive kettle!
I need to get out more.
Sunday 6 May 2007
Tonight she's gone out to a barbecue with some friends, and I've got a cosy night in with the TV remote all to myself!!!
This is fantastic. She's even offered to do the supermarket shopping if I give her a list, my switch card and my pin number!!! (ho Hum!)
To all you parents who think that the ferrying around is never ending - believe me - get them through their driving test as soon as you can - and then you too can have your life back!!
I Love special days out.
Off to bed now then.
It was Chris's birthday today and we've had a party for the children which then precipitated at party for the adults.
Oooh yes - nearly forgot - a man in the bar was giving me the eye!!!! Will wonders never cease?(mind you - he was butt ugly!!!!)
Thursday 3 May 2007
Last night she drove me to Tesco - very well I may say. When we got home it was just going dark so I suggested that she drive round the estate on her own in the dusk to get used to being alone in the car. She came home unscathed half an hour later, and then this morning she has taken herself off to school, and then to the stables..in rush hour traffic !!! I advised her to park the car by reversing into spaces if she can - and then getting out again later when the car park is fuller would be much easier. So far so good.
I'm at home today finally doing my 2006 tax return which should have been with the IR (bastards) in January. They phoned me yesterday to find out where it was - so I thought I'd better get on with it.
I have been to M&S to buy food, then popped into Currys and nearly bought a DAB radio, but then got confused and left empty handed.
I have no idea which DAB radio to buy - any suggestions from techno geeks that read my blog? Christian?
Tuesday 1 May 2007
Why is it that when you decided to do something worthwhile, everyone assumes that you expect them to be doing it too, and they must think of an excuse - quickly - as to why they can't?
I don't expect anyone to do what I do, so - everyone else is off the hook. Huge sigh of relief all round !
It's not as hard as I thought it would be - although Saturday and Sunday were quite bad.
I cannot wait for somebody to offer me a cigarette and for me to be able to turn around and say ...."Oh ...No Thankyou, I don't smoke!"
I have been smoking since I was 13 - that's 30 years...Good Lord, that's appalling. I didn't even stop smoking whilst I was pregnant - doubly appalling. (although I did cut down considerably). Last weekend when the ladies were here I watched all 3 of them smoking and just decided that it wasn't for me anymore. Just like that. After all these years.
Last night Dan got behind the wheel and drove me round the estate here - I thought I'd be scared but actually she's quite good and adapted to the Ka straight away - previously she's only driven a Fiesta. So Hopefully if the KA passes its MOT today she'll be driving it by tea time and I will get my life and my freedom back!!!
All we have to do now is think of a name for the little green Ka. All suggestions gratefully received!!!
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