What a week

Phew! That's about all I can say about this week! Yet again it's flown by.

Work has kept me busy as usual, with a hectic day on Thursday that included a call to the ambulance service for a client, not to mention having to nab a police officer, and then some lurking behind our front door waiting for an opportune moment to escape home! In the midst of this I have to field a call from school about Y, who is currently struggling with raging teenage hormones and "first love" experiences, followed by the trip to Manchester which started with leaving home at 7pm (an hour late - as per usual!) and finished after a last minute wrong turn, with finally arriving at hotel at 10pm.

As a result of this I didn't get to catch up with Mick as planned, but instead settled for pizza at the hotel before a couple of hours gossip with Bride from work (who came with me) and then in bed by midnight. The conference was good, (although would have been better if I'd been speaking!), but by the time we fought through the rush hour traffic and had travelled 3 junctions the wrong way up the M6 before being able to turn around, it was 9.30pm before I collected X from her dad's and arrived home!

Fortunately the rest of the weekend has been quieter, and I decided not to go out last night for Straight Mate's birthday, due mainly to lack of funds and guilt about babysitters 3 nights in a row (especially considering I have evening engagements next Tue, Wed and Thurs!). Instead, yesterday was the usual swimming lessons (X has moved up a group and now starts half an hour earlier!), followed by collecting Y from Meg's and an hour or so of catch-up, into town for obligatory pocket money spending, and an afternoon and evening in front of the telly!

Today, as a reward for filling their treat cards, we went to see Mr Bean's Holiday, which was amusing and pretty much what you'd expect from a Bean movie, followed by "floating fun" at the pool - where I'm sure I was getting the eye from some bloke - KFC and then The Princess Bride followed by The Addams Family on tv before bed!

I'm sure there is probably much more exciting things to say, but this week it will have to be elsewhere I'm afraid!

Stars for the week ahead

By now, you know how it works. You turn to this page hoping for insight. Instead, you get to read an odd mixture of metaphor and analogy... from which you have to 'infer' a meaning. This week, at the risk of breaking with tradition, I want to get a little more specific. You're about to go 'up' in the world. Respect and recognition are on their way to you. You've got power over a key situation, whether you know it or not. Something that once seemed inexplicably impossible now looks obviously feasible. Tough times may come again but right now, the happy tide is coming in. Sorry to be so precise. I'll try to be vaguer next week!

Foundation

Song of the moment! Line of the year... "I said I'd rather be with your friends mate, cos they are much fittah!"

Keeps on rolling

So the rest of the week, and the weekend too it would appear, have rolled on by and here we are again, poised on the brink of a fresh new week!

During my brief period of R and R (I didn't go back to work last week), I have done precisely... bugger all! Well, unless you include copious amounts of watching crap tv, eating crap food, and kipping on the sofa in the daytime of course!

Had a good long catch up call with Meg on Thursday night, and not only caught up on the gossip but also managed to clear the air in terms of feeling a little neglected by her lately. I understand the reasons why - she has her own stuff to deal with at the moment - but either way, friendship needs to be a two way street and her side of the road has been a little devoid of passing traffic just lately. We managed to discuss it and sort it out though, which is great, and hopefully we're on for a girly night this weekend for Straight Mate's birthday (money allowing!).

Last night saw myself and the hen night crew (sans wigs thank goodness!) celebrating the wedding of said Bride-to-be, which was held in a beautiful old country house-cum-hotel nearby. The food was good, the drink expensive, the jazz band great, and I had the opportunity of dragging my fabulous Vegas bought dress out of the wardrobe for it's second showing this year. After a £10 dry cleaning bill no less!! It was a good night, although no decent single men in attendance unfortunately, and another weekend of spinsterdom over.

Still haven't heard anything from Space, and not expecting too now, though M did make a surprise appearance by texting me "Hello" in the early hours of this morning! I chose to ignore it though - been there, done that, not about to go there again!

Back to work tomorrow - to madness no doubt after having 3 days off, and a conference (read overnight stay in hotel!) to look forward to in Manchester on Friday. Not sure how I'll cope with all the excitement!!

Stars for the week ahead

They say the definition of insanity is to 'keep doing the same thing' whilst expecting a different result. If you want your life to become more sane and less stressful, you've got to change some of what you keep on doing. You're not single-handedly creating the situation that you find yourself in, but you're certainly shaping it to some extent. You can't control anyone else's behaviour, but you can at least modify your own. That's all you need to do. Alter an attitude. Break a habit pattern. Try a new approach. Experiment with a different plan. Then suddenly, all that seems so exasperatingly impossible will begin to become pleasingly feasible.

R & R

Well the day started pretty well - with me fucking long-term boyfriend Mika whilst holding a shiny, shiny, sharp, sharp knife to his throat!! Only to be woken a few seconds later by X telling me she felt sick. Oh real life is so much duller!

It was a bit of a random dream actually;
a) I don't fancy Mika a jot (he was a bit of a DM/Mika/SG mix actually)
b) I have never considered using a knife in sexual activity
c) It was fucking hot!!

The crux of it all was really about trust. About me saying, to someone who loves and trusts me, "Prove how much you trust me - let me do this" and them letting me, and also finding the fear arousing.

Weird, but pleasant weird.

X had "recovered" by 10am - I think it was the realisation that no school means no Brownies - so I took her in, called in sick myself, cancelled necessary appointments and am having 2 days of rest and relaxation at home. I feel like I need it at the moment.

Besides, who knows what daydreaming might bring...

Crazy

Always fitting!