Did you hear it? I'll bet it was audible all the way to the other side of the world. That would be my very HUNGRY stomach telling me that it wants yet more food. Today was first day back at work day after being off ill. First of all it was pretty yay as I had a desk full of cards and presents and totally delicious French macarons to enjoy from the very lovely and talented T. As the day wore on and I started to get tired and a wee bit flagging, I got more and more hungry. It's like there's some giant hungry monster resting inside my stomach that is shouting FEED ME! FEED ME NOW! *munches English buttered muffin rapidly*
I'm sat waiting for Wavey to return from work. In England! For one whole week! Shocker! Typically I suspect he is stuck in traffic. But I wish he'd hurry home so that we can have real food, not just quickie English muffin snacks, snarf!
Best thing about today? Totally being back with my girlies and making plans for yummy food treats (catching the theme here?) in the next couple of weeks. Worst thing about being back? Freezing! Totally. Bear in mind I've been a pampered pooch for the past week and have been snuggled under my duvet keeping warm and watching quality daytime TV. After just one week I'd had some kind of mental block and forgot how cold it gets in libraryland and was woefully under prepared in my thin shirt and vest top, but it matches my new shiny sparkles so what can I say? A gal has to suffer for her fashion.
English muffin now totally consumed and am still ravenous! Come on Wavey boy, this hungry gal needs her food!
Monday, 30 January 2012
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Aliiiiiiiive!
Finally starting to feel human again, despite prolific nose blowing and cough-cough-coughing (that goes for both of us as Wavey now has a cough too). To celebrate we went to the Thai shop to get us some yummy ingredients for making yummy thai, bit of lunch, Wavey went to the footy, I met my ma for a coffee with some charidee shopping on the way (2 shirts, bonus!) before coming back to some weekend kitchen antics.
As we are finally celebrating our birthdays tonight I'm making us up a birthday pudding of bannoffee pie, yummo! Then I made a fruit and nut bar - always on the hunt for alternatives to shop bought cereal bars. They're so expensive and usually not that tasty. Finally I did my usual of throwing some ingredients in a pan to make soup, today's offering is shallots, garlic, grated ginger, carrots, butternut squash, and I've just chucked in a bit of grated apple too. Not sure what the end result will taste like but it smells good!
It feels good to be feeling human again. This cold/virus thing was utterly pants. Being suck totally sucks. Boo to germs, BOO!
As we are finally celebrating our birthdays tonight I'm making us up a birthday pudding of bannoffee pie, yummo! Then I made a fruit and nut bar - always on the hunt for alternatives to shop bought cereal bars. They're so expensive and usually not that tasty. Finally I did my usual of throwing some ingredients in a pan to make soup, today's offering is shallots, garlic, grated ginger, carrots, butternut squash, and I've just chucked in a bit of grated apple too. Not sure what the end result will taste like but it smells good!
It feels good to be feeling human again. This cold/virus thing was utterly pants. Being suck totally sucks. Boo to germs, BOO!
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Borrrrrrrrrrrrred
Excitement for today: who knew that there were two, yes two, different lorries for the recycling! Life just doesn't get better than that...
...OMG this virus is trying to kill me with boredom! Still snotty. Still achey. Still weird swollen glands. What is up with that?! Oh and I still look like death warmed up, oh happy joy.
I tried eating half a box of orange Matchmakers last night to send the virus away. It didn't really work, but I appreciated everyone suggesting that the orange would count as vitamin C :D Perhaps I should try the other half today just to double check.
I'm going to go out for a walk today (wrap up warm, warns my ma) to try to make myself look more alive. I need some more tissues and I need some fresh air and I need to get out of this house!! And I need to go to my old house this evening as I have another agent coming round for a valuation. A person! To speak to. Wow!
Begone evil virus begone. I cannot be doing with this stuck inside life.
...OMG this virus is trying to kill me with boredom! Still snotty. Still achey. Still weird swollen glands. What is up with that?! Oh and I still look like death warmed up, oh happy joy.
I tried eating half a box of orange Matchmakers last night to send the virus away. It didn't really work, but I appreciated everyone suggesting that the orange would count as vitamin C :D Perhaps I should try the other half today just to double check.
I'm going to go out for a walk today (wrap up warm, warns my ma) to try to make myself look more alive. I need some more tissues and I need some fresh air and I need to get out of this house!! And I need to go to my old house this evening as I have another agent coming round for a valuation. A person! To speak to. Wow!
Begone evil virus begone. I cannot be doing with this stuck inside life.
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
(S)not a whole lot going on
I have discovered two things:
1. London town is a big carrier of germs
2. 3 year olds and 4 month olds are also big carriers of germs
As a direct result of both 1 and 2 I have a killer cold. And it's rubbish. I'm all on my lonesome as Wavey is of course, travelling. And! It was my birthday yesterday so on the day I should have been celebrating and eating cake, I was curled up under a duvet sneezing, sniffling, taking drugs every 4 hours, and drinking as much fluid as my body can contain. Rock and chuffin' roll. Nice things did happen - my ma came round with chicken soup (good for the soul or so the book says) and red tulips and she cooked me birthday tea with apple crumble and custard for pud, not too shabby. My friend D turned up unexpectedly and we had a right old laugh and natter. And then Fizz came round with my lovely presents, can't wait to make some SUPERMASH! All in all the day could have been much worse. It could have so been much better too but I don't want to appear ungrateful.
Throughout my sofa and duvet time I've watched some serious amounts of tv, some good, some bad, some just nyeh. I gotta say that starting your day with a bit of Frasier is actually a kinda good way to start the day. As is watching some of The Food Hospital and feeling inspired to eat fruit and veg and colour colour colour and drink copious amounts of water. A bit of trash with Unforgettable, some baking tips from baldy Heston and the Fabulous Baker Brothers. New Girl for some kookie and hair admiration with Zooey Deschenal. Oh and throw in AdventureLand for some film joy too. I fear I may have square eyes...
To counteract that I did a bit of reading. Finished off Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood, one of my most favourite authors and I'm just about to start in on the Tesco magazine for some food and lifestyle tips. My Gardeners World mag is tempting me for tips on what I should be doing in the garden right now, and I got 3 new books for my birthday (good haul!).
I'm hoping to go back to work tomorrow, as long as everyone can put up with my ACHOOs and general sniffling. Otherwise I fear not only square eyes but total insanity from being stuck to sofa. I'm so not a patient patient, which is pretty funny as in all other areas of life I'm totally chilled. Forced sofa time makes me grumpy! Humph to colds, humph humph humph!
1. London town is a big carrier of germs
2. 3 year olds and 4 month olds are also big carriers of germs
As a direct result of both 1 and 2 I have a killer cold. And it's rubbish. I'm all on my lonesome as Wavey is of course, travelling. And! It was my birthday yesterday so on the day I should have been celebrating and eating cake, I was curled up under a duvet sneezing, sniffling, taking drugs every 4 hours, and drinking as much fluid as my body can contain. Rock and chuffin' roll. Nice things did happen - my ma came round with chicken soup (good for the soul or so the book says) and red tulips and she cooked me birthday tea with apple crumble and custard for pud, not too shabby. My friend D turned up unexpectedly and we had a right old laugh and natter. And then Fizz came round with my lovely presents, can't wait to make some SUPERMASH! All in all the day could have been much worse. It could have so been much better too but I don't want to appear ungrateful.
Throughout my sofa and duvet time I've watched some serious amounts of tv, some good, some bad, some just nyeh. I gotta say that starting your day with a bit of Frasier is actually a kinda good way to start the day. As is watching some of The Food Hospital and feeling inspired to eat fruit and veg and colour colour colour and drink copious amounts of water. A bit of trash with Unforgettable, some baking tips from baldy Heston and the Fabulous Baker Brothers. New Girl for some kookie and hair admiration with Zooey Deschenal. Oh and throw in AdventureLand for some film joy too. I fear I may have square eyes...
To counteract that I did a bit of reading. Finished off Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood, one of my most favourite authors and I'm just about to start in on the Tesco magazine for some food and lifestyle tips. My Gardeners World mag is tempting me for tips on what I should be doing in the garden right now, and I got 3 new books for my birthday (good haul!).
I'm hoping to go back to work tomorrow, as long as everyone can put up with my ACHOOs and general sniffling. Otherwise I fear not only square eyes but total insanity from being stuck to sofa. I'm so not a patient patient, which is pretty funny as in all other areas of life I'm totally chilled. Forced sofa time makes me grumpy! Humph to colds, humph humph humph!
Sunday, 22 January 2012
A gal with a plan
Cast your minds back long long ago to when I first moved in with Wavey, and how we were getting my house ready to be rented out and I was going to be a landlady. Well I did that. And I didn't really like it that much. Turns out that the agents I was with were, to put it politely, a bunch of robbing gits who tried to take me a for a total ride. I know all this as they've now been taken over by a much nicer bunch of folk who couldn't be more helpful, but all that's by the by as we have a new plan. And this plan is to put my house up for sale.
After the rental there was a little bit of work to do which we've started but not completed. If there were 48 hours in every day we would have a serious chance of accomplishing some of the things on our to-do lists, but there aren't and so things are not quite finished. But today I woke up with this determined head on me and thought why are we waiting? Half the trouble is that we watch all these house programmes and so we are pretty savvy at knowing what will sell and what won't and what the deal breakers might be to interested buyers. But at the moment the work we're doing is totally cosmetic and I reckon that people valuing the house can see past that to give me an idea of what it's worth.
The gal with the plan has sprung into action. I've emailed 2 estate agents, one of them has already got back to me at 6pm on a Sunday to tell me that one of his team will call me in the morning - now that's service! Get them round, see what they say. If I'm not satisfied I have one online option that I'm looking into and then make a decision from there. It feels so good to actually take some action. It's too easy to let stuff like this slide and then months later I'll find that I'm wasting most of my money on the upkeep of an empty house. In these times a gal has to be sensible. I am a gal with a plan - my pops will be so proud, he loves a good plan he does.
After the rental there was a little bit of work to do which we've started but not completed. If there were 48 hours in every day we would have a serious chance of accomplishing some of the things on our to-do lists, but there aren't and so things are not quite finished. But today I woke up with this determined head on me and thought why are we waiting? Half the trouble is that we watch all these house programmes and so we are pretty savvy at knowing what will sell and what won't and what the deal breakers might be to interested buyers. But at the moment the work we're doing is totally cosmetic and I reckon that people valuing the house can see past that to give me an idea of what it's worth.
The gal with the plan has sprung into action. I've emailed 2 estate agents, one of them has already got back to me at 6pm on a Sunday to tell me that one of his team will call me in the morning - now that's service! Get them round, see what they say. If I'm not satisfied I have one online option that I'm looking into and then make a decision from there. It feels so good to actually take some action. It's too easy to let stuff like this slide and then months later I'll find that I'm wasting most of my money on the upkeep of an empty house. In these times a gal has to be sensible. I am a gal with a plan - my pops will be so proud, he loves a good plan he does.
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Number crunching
2.5 days in London.
1 little train.
2 BIG trains.
5 buses.
12 tubes - BONKERS!
It can't really be true that this week I turn 37...
...but it can be true that this week, Wavey's pops turns 80!
1 little train.
2 BIG trains.
5 buses.
12 tubes - BONKERS!
It can't really be true that this week I turn 37...
...but it can be true that this week, Wavey's pops turns 80!
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Business trip
At the end of last year Wavey took a brand new job, same company, same grade, but on a new project that would mean more challenges, more exciting times, and more travelling. Little did we realise that the travelling was going to be quite so extensive. It started with a 2 night trip to Paris...then it was 3 nights...then it's a whole week away in Paris, followed by a training course for a week in London, followed by yet another week in Paris, including being away for my birthday next week! All that is pretty sucky and we do not likey very much at all.
What we do likey on the other hand is me being able to find reasonably priced train tickets down to London town and coming to join him for a few days, yay! I arrived in London town on Tuesday evening and have been flitting here there and everywhere, visiting friends, going to interesting places I've never been before in London, but most importantly enjoying precious evening time with my special man.
We're staying in a swanky 4* hotel at Heathrow airport which is a pretty strange place to be. It's full of people dragging very large suitcases around and trekking from one place to the next looking thoroughly fed up. And who can blame them - London travel is, to be frank, bat shit crazy. Yesterday I went to Richmond for the day. On the map it's probably about 4 miles away. In reality that meant 4 changes and about 1.5 hours of travelling! Totally bonkers! Nowhere else in England would peeps consider it normal to travel somewhere for 1.5 hours, just to see a place or person for a few hours before getting back on board for another 1.5 hours. I feel like I've been in constant motion since I arrived on Tuesday. But it's been fabby to see my friends, hang out with the babies and the little folk, go to places I've never been and see areas of London I've never seen. There are photos a-plenty!
But this business trip malarkey - it's not for me. Staying in hotels is all very nice when you're on holiday or doing something special but sat in the dining room last night looking around at all the other business folk, they all looked thoroughly miserable, and a bit sick of eating so many business dinners; some of them even had their laptop at the dinner table for company. I know Wavey doesn't like it much at all so it's been brillo for him to have me here to keep him company.
Next week will be tough, it's a full week, it's my birthday, and it's not payday til Thursday. If I was a pouter now would be a full on sulk-fest. Lucky for all I'm not like that at all, but I know I'll be counting down the days until Friday when Wavey walks back through our front door- it won't be able to come round fast enough!
What we do likey on the other hand is me being able to find reasonably priced train tickets down to London town and coming to join him for a few days, yay! I arrived in London town on Tuesday evening and have been flitting here there and everywhere, visiting friends, going to interesting places I've never been before in London, but most importantly enjoying precious evening time with my special man.
We're staying in a swanky 4* hotel at Heathrow airport which is a pretty strange place to be. It's full of people dragging very large suitcases around and trekking from one place to the next looking thoroughly fed up. And who can blame them - London travel is, to be frank, bat shit crazy. Yesterday I went to Richmond for the day. On the map it's probably about 4 miles away. In reality that meant 4 changes and about 1.5 hours of travelling! Totally bonkers! Nowhere else in England would peeps consider it normal to travel somewhere for 1.5 hours, just to see a place or person for a few hours before getting back on board for another 1.5 hours. I feel like I've been in constant motion since I arrived on Tuesday. But it's been fabby to see my friends, hang out with the babies and the little folk, go to places I've never been and see areas of London I've never seen. There are photos a-plenty!
But this business trip malarkey - it's not for me. Staying in hotels is all very nice when you're on holiday or doing something special but sat in the dining room last night looking around at all the other business folk, they all looked thoroughly miserable, and a bit sick of eating so many business dinners; some of them even had their laptop at the dinner table for company. I know Wavey doesn't like it much at all so it's been brillo for him to have me here to keep him company.
Next week will be tough, it's a full week, it's my birthday, and it's not payday til Thursday. If I was a pouter now would be a full on sulk-fest. Lucky for all I'm not like that at all, but I know I'll be counting down the days until Friday when Wavey walks back through our front door- it won't be able to come round fast enough!
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