31 December 2009
I suppose there comes a time for every parent on New Year's Eve that they find themselves saying things like 'Now, be careful out there, especially on the roads, there's bound to be some drunk drivers around. And don't drink too much yourselves either. And look out for your friends, don't do anything silly, especially if you end up in the town centre, there'll still be traffic around. And wrap up warm, of course you need a jumper, so what if it's warm inside, it'll be cold outside. And make sure you take your phone, call me if you need a lift, I'll come and get you, no I don't mind what time it is, I'd rather you were safe (so long as you don't puke in the car). No I'm not nagging, I just care about your welfare, I was young once you know, I know what it's all about'. And so on and so forth. And this is my parents I'm talking to, not my girls, they're too young yet to be off out like that. Oh yes, we're parents of young children so we get to spend the night in with a bottle of Baileys and Jools Holland for company while the old folk get to go out galavanting with the local geriatic ex-pat population. Happy New Year everybody.
New Year's Resolutions
I never make New Year's resolutions. Ever. Complete waste of time, I'm sure they only serve to depress people more because they can't keep them, they are always far too ambitious and so on and so forth. In fact, I don't think I've ever made a New Year's resolution in my life.
Here are this years:
1) Manage the finances better. I have improved, but could do better. Apparently, the best way to stop spending money on uneccesary items is to keep a record of absolutely everything you buy, down to the last centime. Which of course I will start with immediate effect from tomorrow.
2) Get back into the 'Get fit before 40' campaign.
Actually, what I like to do at New Year is look back over the previous year and think of all the new things I have done/acheived/whathaveyou during the past 12 months, however, small. I always think that I'll never think of anything, but so far I always have. It's good to try/do new things.
Things I can think of so far for this year are:
Wrote and published a website for the business in french.
Wrote another advert for a european site in french.
Grew my own fruit and veg.
Had record year for bookings.
Helped out on school trips.
Made pastry which I then made into pies and quiches. I know that I did this back in the days when I was at school, but that was a very long time ago, so this therefore counts as 'new' thing to have done.
Managed to get myself estranged from at least two, possibly three people (on two different occasions). It's my natural charm.
On a separate note, I've gone back into the gites to start painting again. Partly because we need to get back to work and partly because all I can hear in the house is 'Miley Cyrus' (Isabella got some cd's for christmas) and I need a break and the opportunity to play something decent. (If you must know, Stereophonics was my cure of choice today).
The Dell advert has just been on tv. Is it me or does it feature a pink dog poo?
Here are this years:
1) Manage the finances better. I have improved, but could do better. Apparently, the best way to stop spending money on uneccesary items is to keep a record of absolutely everything you buy, down to the last centime. Which of course I will start with immediate effect from tomorrow.
2) Get back into the 'Get fit before 40' campaign.
Actually, what I like to do at New Year is look back over the previous year and think of all the new things I have done/acheived/whathaveyou during the past 12 months, however, small. I always think that I'll never think of anything, but so far I always have. It's good to try/do new things.
Things I can think of so far for this year are:
Wrote and published a website for the business in french.
Wrote another advert for a european site in french.
Grew my own fruit and veg.
Had record year for bookings.
Helped out on school trips.
Made pastry which I then made into pies and quiches. I know that I did this back in the days when I was at school, but that was a very long time ago, so this therefore counts as 'new' thing to have done.
Managed to get myself estranged from at least two, possibly three people (on two different occasions). It's my natural charm.
On a separate note, I've gone back into the gites to start painting again. Partly because we need to get back to work and partly because all I can hear in the house is 'Miley Cyrus' (Isabella got some cd's for christmas) and I need a break and the opportunity to play something decent. (If you must know, Stereophonics was my cure of choice today).
The Dell advert has just been on tv. Is it me or does it feature a pink dog poo?
30 December 2009
This week I have mostly been helping my husband with his diet (by eating everything in sight).
Hope you all had a good christmas. Ours started off very well with a lovely chilled-out morning opening pressies and a good lunch of wild boar and venison. (Actually the dictionary translated it as Doe. As in doe, a deer, a female deer. Well, you have to have a bit of 'The Sound of Music' at christmastime don't you?!). All washed down with lashings of fizz. (wtf does that mean? 'lashings'. Strange word.)
In the interests of saving money, we all had less pressies than previously this year and spent less money. The girls still had a great time though, loved everything they had and Isabella said it was her best christmas ever, she got just what she wanted, it was 'just too much'! Actually, she didn't get half of what was on her list, but we'd have had to have been millionaires for that (it was an incredibly long list).
Just got my new french bank card come through. Had a new english bank card the other day as well. The english card was not 'active' and I was instructed to activate it by going online, logging in with various ID codes and passwords and other secret data and then following various instructions in order to prove who I am and that I have the card in my possession. The french card is not active either. The instructions for activating it are to either: a) withdraw cash from a cash dispenser or b) buy something.
Washing machine repair man turned up by the way. There was a large sequin stuck in one of the filters. (That's what comes from having girls). The other one had a blocked pipe or something. Also had a lecture on not using supermarket brand washing powder or conditioner or even dishwasher cleaning products (Even though he works for the supermarket). Also, washing at low temps wrecks washing machines apparently and I should run a wash through at 90 degrees on a regular basis and not worry about the environment. Oh, and only use powder, not the liquid detergent stuff, even though I thouroughly read the manual before use (in french I might add) and it said I could for clothes, in fact it recommended it. 'Ok, says the repairman, 'but just for dark coloured clothes, nothing else'. He then produced a large book of paperwork for me to sign to confirm I had listened and understood and I will be doing as he says in future. (Remember this is France. We are nothing without paperwork.)
Hope you all had a good christmas. Ours started off very well with a lovely chilled-out morning opening pressies and a good lunch of wild boar and venison. (Actually the dictionary translated it as Doe. As in doe, a deer, a female deer. Well, you have to have a bit of 'The Sound of Music' at christmastime don't you?!). All washed down with lashings of fizz. (wtf does that mean? 'lashings'. Strange word.)
In the interests of saving money, we all had less pressies than previously this year and spent less money. The girls still had a great time though, loved everything they had and Isabella said it was her best christmas ever, she got just what she wanted, it was 'just too much'! Actually, she didn't get half of what was on her list, but we'd have had to have been millionaires for that (it was an incredibly long list).
Just got my new french bank card come through. Had a new english bank card the other day as well. The english card was not 'active' and I was instructed to activate it by going online, logging in with various ID codes and passwords and other secret data and then following various instructions in order to prove who I am and that I have the card in my possession. The french card is not active either. The instructions for activating it are to either: a) withdraw cash from a cash dispenser or b) buy something.
Washing machine repair man turned up by the way. There was a large sequin stuck in one of the filters. (That's what comes from having girls). The other one had a blocked pipe or something. Also had a lecture on not using supermarket brand washing powder or conditioner or even dishwasher cleaning products (Even though he works for the supermarket). Also, washing at low temps wrecks washing machines apparently and I should run a wash through at 90 degrees on a regular basis and not worry about the environment. Oh, and only use powder, not the liquid detergent stuff, even though I thouroughly read the manual before use (in french I might add) and it said I could for clothes, in fact it recommended it. 'Ok, says the repairman, 'but just for dark coloured clothes, nothing else'. He then produced a large book of paperwork for me to sign to confirm I had listened and understood and I will be doing as he says in future. (Remember this is France. We are nothing without paperwork.)
28 December 2009
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23 December 2009
22 December 2009
Just wondering if the washing machine repair man will actually get here tomorrow or not. Finally managed to arrange for someone to come out end of last week, but he didn't make the first appointment due to the bad weather, snow and ice on the roads, plus he had a car accident (excuses). Another appointment made for tommorrow, 'late morningish', changed again today until 'sometime tomorrow afternoon'. Fingers crossed.
The gas man arrived at 8.15am this morning to fill the tank, I was just about awake, but still in bed. (Well it is the school hols). First I knew was that he was on the phone, calling for directions. Turned out he was actually sitting outside our property at that point, however, I didn't know this at the time as our house isn't next to the road. I tell him we're the last house on the left. I hear the truck moving, although it sounds like it's getting further away. Eventually I get dressed and go outside. Truck is at the other end of our hamlet, I can see the lights, but due to fog, that's all. I'm waving frantically at him but he says he can't see me (I'm still on the phone at this point, not telepathically communicating, but it's good to find out that the phone has a long range to it). I'm telling him to move forward and eventually, just feet away, he decides he can see me. By the time his brain registers and puts the brakes on, (it's cold) I'm half under the wheels; lucikly I'm stood in the middle of the truck and go between the wheels and thank god it's not three wheel drive. I crawl out and walk him to very large white tank at the side of our place, right next to the road. I just checked on 'Geoportail' (like google earth, but for france only) and you can even see it on the satellite pics, 100 metres up! Soon I will receive a bill for around about £1000.00 for half a year's worth of gas. Isn't that a cheery christmas greeting?!
If you're interested in looking at our place from above (and why wouldn't you be?!) go to Geoportail.fr and type in the name of our hamlet (not the name of the house) in the first address box ('Addresse') and 'the name of our local town (the one that comes after the postcode) in the second address box ('Nom de la commune'), then click on the button 'J'y vais'. The address will come up in another box, click on it to confirm. Our house is the one at the bottom of the pic on the right hand side as you are looking at it. You can get into 50m away and you can see the pool and the brown roof of the hangar (with aforementioned white tank in front of it), the cottage behind it and then a row of buildings behind that and to the right, which is our house and the gites and the other cottage.
The gas man arrived at 8.15am this morning to fill the tank, I was just about awake, but still in bed. (Well it is the school hols). First I knew was that he was on the phone, calling for directions. Turned out he was actually sitting outside our property at that point, however, I didn't know this at the time as our house isn't next to the road. I tell him we're the last house on the left. I hear the truck moving, although it sounds like it's getting further away. Eventually I get dressed and go outside. Truck is at the other end of our hamlet, I can see the lights, but due to fog, that's all. I'm waving frantically at him but he says he can't see me (I'm still on the phone at this point, not telepathically communicating, but it's good to find out that the phone has a long range to it). I'm telling him to move forward and eventually, just feet away, he decides he can see me. By the time his brain registers and puts the brakes on, (it's cold) I'm half under the wheels; lucikly I'm stood in the middle of the truck and go between the wheels and thank god it's not three wheel drive. I crawl out and walk him to very large white tank at the side of our place, right next to the road. I just checked on 'Geoportail' (like google earth, but for france only) and you can even see it on the satellite pics, 100 metres up! Soon I will receive a bill for around about £1000.00 for half a year's worth of gas. Isn't that a cheery christmas greeting?!
If you're interested in looking at our place from above (and why wouldn't you be?!) go to Geoportail.fr and type in the name of our hamlet (not the name of the house) in the first address box ('Addresse') and 'the name of our local town (the one that comes after the postcode) in the second address box ('Nom de la commune'), then click on the button 'J'y vais'. The address will come up in another box, click on it to confirm. Our house is the one at the bottom of the pic on the right hand side as you are looking at it. You can get into 50m away and you can see the pool and the brown roof of the hangar (with aforementioned white tank in front of it), the cottage behind it and then a row of buildings behind that and to the right, which is our house and the gites and the other cottage.
17 December 2009
More moaning
I waas in two minds to write this, but I need a good rant. I shall warn you now though, that it will be even more depressing and miserable than my usual whinges.
Actually, I'm not entirely sure how I've managed to get out of bed in the mornings this week, everyday more and more crap seems to be happening. I think it may have something to do with the two young girls demanding breakfast. That and the fact that the house is so cold that eventually one of us has to get dressed and go outside and down to the cellar to smack the boiler about to persuade it to come on and start putting some heat out.
Current fun things in my life at the mo (apologies for the repetition):
My shoes have holes in the soles that let in water. Went to buy some new ones on Tuesday. Can only fit into men's shoes, and couldn't even fit into all of them. Managed to get a pair that were on sale, although that doesn't mean cheap over here, just cheaper (slightly). Apparantly they are quite a fashionable label, but to me it just looks like a picture of a couple of naked people sitting on my shoes. Update a few days later: They are also bloody freezing. They do not keep my feet warm and I have resorted back to old shoes with holes because they are warmer.
The car failed it's MOT. The MOT place and the garage said that we have until Feb to get it sorted (date for MOT) and to book it in for beginning of Feb. Driving out the other day, Adrian noticed that the windscreen sticker to show that you have a valid MOT has been removed, which I believe you have to have there by law. Am annoyed, because that could be serious if we got pulled over and why would they say come back in Feb, why not 'you must have it done now, your existing MOT is invalid'. However, have ordered spare parts (£100.00 from uk as opposed to €500,00 for french one) and will get it done asap and hope we don't get stopped in the meantime.
The hot water pipe from one of our boilers froze yesterday so only hot water in certain parts of the house.
The pipes have burst in several places in one of our gites. The one where we have guests coming to stay over Christmas. Adrian and my dad are in the roof space as I type, hopefully fixing it all. Update a few days later: now fixed at a cost of €75,00.
Chased up the repair people for the washing machine. Got an answer phone message saying they couldn't help with anything at the moment, go into the shop where you bought the offending items. Went into the shop, after speaking to three members of staff, (one of whom (spoken to him before actually, he's a complete tosser) actually walked away, off into the staff area and never came back!) who all told me to ring the 'helpline', I finally got someone helpful who sorted out a repair person (coming tomorrow) and even offered me a loan machine (coming this afternoon). I expect the machines will be taken away, never to be seen again, we shall see..... Update a few days later: Loan machine was a top loader so didn't fit under my worktop so had to send it back.
Update: I saved this because at the time I had so much more to say, but now I can't be bothered so I'm just going to post it as it is.
Actually, I'm not entirely sure how I've managed to get out of bed in the mornings this week, everyday more and more crap seems to be happening. I think it may have something to do with the two young girls demanding breakfast. That and the fact that the house is so cold that eventually one of us has to get dressed and go outside and down to the cellar to smack the boiler about to persuade it to come on and start putting some heat out.
Current fun things in my life at the mo (apologies for the repetition):
My shoes have holes in the soles that let in water. Went to buy some new ones on Tuesday. Can only fit into men's shoes, and couldn't even fit into all of them. Managed to get a pair that were on sale, although that doesn't mean cheap over here, just cheaper (slightly). Apparantly they are quite a fashionable label, but to me it just looks like a picture of a couple of naked people sitting on my shoes. Update a few days later: They are also bloody freezing. They do not keep my feet warm and I have resorted back to old shoes with holes because they are warmer.
The car failed it's MOT. The MOT place and the garage said that we have until Feb to get it sorted (date for MOT) and to book it in for beginning of Feb. Driving out the other day, Adrian noticed that the windscreen sticker to show that you have a valid MOT has been removed, which I believe you have to have there by law. Am annoyed, because that could be serious if we got pulled over and why would they say come back in Feb, why not 'you must have it done now, your existing MOT is invalid'. However, have ordered spare parts (£100.00 from uk as opposed to €500,00 for french one) and will get it done asap and hope we don't get stopped in the meantime.
The hot water pipe from one of our boilers froze yesterday so only hot water in certain parts of the house.
The pipes have burst in several places in one of our gites. The one where we have guests coming to stay over Christmas. Adrian and my dad are in the roof space as I type, hopefully fixing it all. Update a few days later: now fixed at a cost of €75,00.
Chased up the repair people for the washing machine. Got an answer phone message saying they couldn't help with anything at the moment, go into the shop where you bought the offending items. Went into the shop, after speaking to three members of staff, (one of whom (spoken to him before actually, he's a complete tosser) actually walked away, off into the staff area and never came back!) who all told me to ring the 'helpline', I finally got someone helpful who sorted out a repair person (coming tomorrow) and even offered me a loan machine (coming this afternoon). I expect the machines will be taken away, never to be seen again, we shall see..... Update a few days later: Loan machine was a top loader so didn't fit under my worktop so had to send it back.
Update: I saved this because at the time I had so much more to say, but now I can't be bothered so I'm just going to post it as it is.
14 December 2009
Fuck Fuck Fuck. I'm sorry, but that's how I feel right now. Car has failed it's MOT. Again. On emmissions. Again. Had to sign a form last time to verify that I understood that the repair would cost so much more than the car was worth. So here we go again. haven't got the money to repair it. Certainly haven't got the money to buy a new one. Can't even afford to buy a bloody pushbike.
11 December 2009
Happy at last....
Today the sun shone! All day. Blue sky everywhere! It's so wonderful I just had to tell you all about it, it's about time I wrote something positive here. Went out this morning running errands and what have you and didn't get wet! Wore my shoes with the holes in and my feet stayed dry! Adrian and I spent the afternoon in the garden and I could have stayed out longer, except the sun was starting to go down and I had to fetch Isabella from school. Adrian planted up most of the spring bulbs and I started to finish up the clearing up jobs from autumn which I've been unable to do because of the bad weather. Unfortunately, as I'm pottering about the garden, all I see is more jobs that need doing..... Hopefully it will be dry again over the weeked and we can get out and get some more things done.
07 December 2009
I'm full of the joys of christmas at the moment.
My washing machine in the house broke down yesterday. Full of washing and water, wouldn't drain or spin, so that was fun getting it all out. Rang the 'after sales enquiry' line. Note that there is no direct translation for 'helpline' in french. Told them about the breakdown and that another washing machine that we have (for the gites) is also leaking water. Both machines bought this year. They took my details but could give me no idea what so ever on when they would get back to me about it, let alone come and fix it. Hence reason why the french have not been able to translate 'helpline' as they are unable to deal with the 'help' part.
The gas tank for the house is at 15% and we are using approx 1% per day during winter, mostly on heating, but you wouldn't know it. A refill costs about €1000,00. Today is 7 December so that'll be empty just in time for Christmas.
There are holes in the bottom of my winter shoes (only pair). It keeps on raining and my feet keep getting wet. I've had them about four years so can't complain I suppose, but can't afford new ones either so I'm going to try a bit of cardboard in the bottom like people did in the old days.
I have no more wine left in the fridge. Or anywhere else for that matter.
Danyl went out in X-factor last night. Not that I necessarily wanted him to win, but he should have been in the final.
There's no chocolate left in the house.
Right front indicator lens has fallen off car. It's having it's MOT next week (not even thinking about that one) and the garage has said it won't pass without one. Have to have a whole new indicator, apparently cannot just buy a lens.
Must have spent a good €40,00 or so in christmas postage so far. So much for spedning less by buying less presents this year (mostly kids only). I'm going to copy my sister-in-law next year and send everyone e-cards. Don't say you weren't forwarned. I could have bought myself a pair of shoes with that money. Well, part of a pair of shoes anyway, this is France. I also hope that you appreciate my warmest seasonal greetings that I'm posting to you this year - think of me in my wet socks as you open your card in your warm, centrally heated home.
Looked in the mirror this morning and saw a line of something on my face, which I thought was make-up (I do put it on occasionally). Tried to rub it away, but it wouldn't go. Closer inspection revealed yet another new wrinkle.
I could easily go on and on. But I think I should probably stop or else I'll lose the few readers I've got.
My washing machine in the house broke down yesterday. Full of washing and water, wouldn't drain or spin, so that was fun getting it all out. Rang the 'after sales enquiry' line. Note that there is no direct translation for 'helpline' in french. Told them about the breakdown and that another washing machine that we have (for the gites) is also leaking water. Both machines bought this year. They took my details but could give me no idea what so ever on when they would get back to me about it, let alone come and fix it. Hence reason why the french have not been able to translate 'helpline' as they are unable to deal with the 'help' part.
The gas tank for the house is at 15% and we are using approx 1% per day during winter, mostly on heating, but you wouldn't know it. A refill costs about €1000,00. Today is 7 December so that'll be empty just in time for Christmas.
There are holes in the bottom of my winter shoes (only pair). It keeps on raining and my feet keep getting wet. I've had them about four years so can't complain I suppose, but can't afford new ones either so I'm going to try a bit of cardboard in the bottom like people did in the old days.
I have no more wine left in the fridge. Or anywhere else for that matter.
Danyl went out in X-factor last night. Not that I necessarily wanted him to win, but he should have been in the final.
There's no chocolate left in the house.
Right front indicator lens has fallen off car. It's having it's MOT next week (not even thinking about that one) and the garage has said it won't pass without one. Have to have a whole new indicator, apparently cannot just buy a lens.
Must have spent a good €40,00 or so in christmas postage so far. So much for spedning less by buying less presents this year (mostly kids only). I'm going to copy my sister-in-law next year and send everyone e-cards. Don't say you weren't forwarned. I could have bought myself a pair of shoes with that money. Well, part of a pair of shoes anyway, this is France. I also hope that you appreciate my warmest seasonal greetings that I'm posting to you this year - think of me in my wet socks as you open your card in your warm, centrally heated home.
Looked in the mirror this morning and saw a line of something on my face, which I thought was make-up (I do put it on occasionally). Tried to rub it away, but it wouldn't go. Closer inspection revealed yet another new wrinkle.
I could easily go on and on. But I think I should probably stop or else I'll lose the few readers I've got.
06 December 2009
Well, we made it to the Christmas market, the sun actually came out for a while, so off we went. It was in a tiny little village and was all in all quite pleasant, nice stuff on the stalls, although quite pricey, so didn't buy anything except a cake each for the girls and coffee for my parents.
There was a large church in the middle of it all, and Isabella is often asking me to take her into a church (possibly because there's so many of them over here, must want to know what it's all about). Well religion is not for us, but I had been thinking it was probably about time she started to learn about the origins of Christmas (they don't learn about it at school as state schools are secular), so I said we'd go in and have a look at the nativity display they were advertising. As we were waiting in the queue I gave her a brief overview of what the display would be about. We got near to the display and were herded into a group to hear a little talk, I thought 'oh good, he's going to tell us about the display' - ie about the nativity and I instructed Isabella to listen. Well he did tell us all about the display. He droned on for a good ten minutes, in french, in his best Nigel Mansell voice (very monotone) all about how he made the display, starting from when he started it in October. Snooze fest. Finally we were free to have a closer look, and there it was, very pretty, very well done, three wise men, farm animals, even water running off the roof of the stable, and in the centre Mary and Joseph looking longingly into the crib. However, I must say we were a bit disappointed by the lack of the baby Jesus. I was always taught that he was the star of the show (with the exception of the star of course), but perhaps things have changed since then.
Funnily enough, I was cutting up an apple for the girls earlier today when I found that the stalk had somehow grown inwards and was completely inside the apple, to which Adrian responded that it was the face of Jesus in the apple (eh?). Now he's saying it was prophecy and talking of which, don't I know that the stalk always brings the baby. In his dreams.
There was a large church in the middle of it all, and Isabella is often asking me to take her into a church (possibly because there's so many of them over here, must want to know what it's all about). Well religion is not for us, but I had been thinking it was probably about time she started to learn about the origins of Christmas (they don't learn about it at school as state schools are secular), so I said we'd go in and have a look at the nativity display they were advertising. As we were waiting in the queue I gave her a brief overview of what the display would be about. We got near to the display and were herded into a group to hear a little talk, I thought 'oh good, he's going to tell us about the display' - ie about the nativity and I instructed Isabella to listen. Well he did tell us all about the display. He droned on for a good ten minutes, in french, in his best Nigel Mansell voice (very monotone) all about how he made the display, starting from when he started it in October. Snooze fest. Finally we were free to have a closer look, and there it was, very pretty, very well done, three wise men, farm animals, even water running off the roof of the stable, and in the centre Mary and Joseph looking longingly into the crib. However, I must say we were a bit disappointed by the lack of the baby Jesus. I was always taught that he was the star of the show (with the exception of the star of course), but perhaps things have changed since then.
Funnily enough, I was cutting up an apple for the girls earlier today when I found that the stalk had somehow grown inwards and was completely inside the apple, to which Adrian responded that it was the face of Jesus in the apple (eh?). Now he's saying it was prophecy and talking of which, don't I know that the stalk always brings the baby. In his dreams.
Why does it always rain on me? Will it ever stop? It's just relentless. Supposed to be going to a Christmas market today, but if it doesn't all let up soon, that won't be happening.
Decorated the house yesterday. There are no decorations on the lower half of the tree as the cat thinks they are toys and ends up pulling the tree over. Mind you, at one point I had to extract her from the branches half way up. The tree is in the kitchen this year, where the cat gets to spend the night, so no doubt we'll be picking it up off the floor every morning (the tree, not the cat).
X-factor - Olly to go this week, IMHO. Cheryl - sack the designer - last week she looked liked a half unwrapped Ferrero Rocher. Last night she looked as though someone had ripped half her dress off just before going on stage, too late to do anything about it, she clearly decided to appear like that and pretend it's fashion. Plus far too many dresses that have clearly been made out of old lampshades. And no, I'm not jealous just because I currently spend my days in thermals and old clothes covered in paint stains.
Decorated the house yesterday. There are no decorations on the lower half of the tree as the cat thinks they are toys and ends up pulling the tree over. Mind you, at one point I had to extract her from the branches half way up. The tree is in the kitchen this year, where the cat gets to spend the night, so no doubt we'll be picking it up off the floor every morning (the tree, not the cat).
X-factor - Olly to go this week, IMHO. Cheryl - sack the designer - last week she looked liked a half unwrapped Ferrero Rocher. Last night she looked as though someone had ripped half her dress off just before going on stage, too late to do anything about it, she clearly decided to appear like that and pretend it's fashion. Plus far too many dresses that have clearly been made out of old lampshades. And no, I'm not jealous just because I currently spend my days in thermals and old clothes covered in paint stains.
02 December 2009
Christmas!!!
Am all excited because 'Norad tracks santa' is back on line! http://www.noradsanta.org/
A comment from Adrian
Jedward's new look - 'Reservoir Puppies'.
How many times can you reinvent crap? They should be taken to the vets and put down quietly (you wouldn't want them to be able to let out a substandard vocal). (He's on a roll now, I'm switching off).
How many times can you reinvent crap? They should be taken to the vets and put down quietly (you wouldn't want them to be able to let out a substandard vocal). (He's on a roll now, I'm switching off).
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