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11月13日 woah....Hello?...it's a long while since I've been here...I seem to have got lost in Myspace, forums and Facebook...not a bad thing, I say, as I have met a good number of people and friends, old and new.
Isn't it funny how you can not see someone for 10 years and a conversation seems like it was yesterday that you talked last? On the other hand, some friends pop back into your life for a second...'Hi! It's been a while! I'm still alive...are you?'...and are gone again for another 10 years. All is good though, that quick check in, the rekindled friendships...and of course the new ones....that never feel that new really, that feel comfortable and mature.
Is it as we grow older, friendships are easier to start? I feel I have a personal sense of comfort and, dare I say it, I am becoming more mature...see I couldn't say 'I am...'!!! Close enough though. Maybe that's why it seems easier...or I can recognise kindred spirits and dismiss ones that aren't more readily? Or is it a trust issue, I have learnt to trust strangers?...Nope, that doesn't sit right!!!
Hovering over all this 'as time goes by' talk is the fact that if I couldn't sit infront of modern technology...none of these friends would have been found. So...hooray for the tinternet and all it's programmable wisdom!!!
4月2日 singstar will be the death of me!!!
Now those that know me will be aware of my tuneful nature, in the car, in the shower, in my sleep and of course...singstar!!! So it was no surprise when weekend before last myself, D and my visiting singing buddies, H and Joe, decided to exercise our vodka lubricated vocal chords on a saturday night. It was the night the clocks went forward to welcome in the good weather and we packed up about 1.30am BST after a jolly raucus time and actually managing to get D to sing and enjoy it!!! It wasn't until returning from a funeral on Monday that we were confronted with our nextdoor neighbour without his glasses and swaggering like he was hard!!! He called D over...'NO MORE!!!' he said. Being the more diplomatic of the two of us I saw my opportunity and struck up a conversation with Mr. NDN about our saturday night soiree. He asked me if we were aware that his wife had given birth on friday night...to which I said 'No because you didn't inform us!' I offered my congratulations and apologies for saturday night, saying that if we had known, even the thought of Singstar would have been abolished. He then informed me that he had rang the police, who refused to take action and informed the council who will be contacting us as well as setting up a decimeter to measure the noise we make and that he would be keeping a diary in future of our din. At which point I reminded him that the singstar occured about three to four times a year when we had visitors and that was the any use in a decimeter in this case? I also explained that I felt upset that he had sullied my name with the Local Authourities for such a minor matter when he could have quite easily knocked on the door at which point we would have apologised and turned the offending pollution off!!! His reply was that we were basically drink and drug fuelled knife wielding maniacs and he would fear for his life and his freedom if he were to knock on our door that night...AND Mrs. NDN had looked in the alley and seen half a dozen cars so there must have been at least a dozen of us in there...far to dangerous for him to attempt setting foot on our path!!! I informed him that we were not drug takers and how dare he sully our name and although we liked to drink in the privacy of our own home with our friends and really took the time to avoid confrontation as much as possible. I was upset that he felt this way after eighteen months of neighbourly banter over the fence and as for the amount of people?...I looked quizzical and pointed out that there may have been six cars but there were only four of us. At which point he looked confused also, so I pointed out the kite flying overhead (beautiful birds) and I explained that I must prepare for work as we had just been to a funeral. (nice change of subject!!!) He apologised for the confrontation at such a time but he wasn't aware. I said, 'exactly...' So the question is do we bow to the council and our extreme neighbours as if the new arrival was our own and living in our abode...after all, we can't be THAT loud...or do we try for the ASBO!!!!
3月6日 Hallo strangers!!!Well, I have fought my way through the cobwebs to my live space so I better write something before I disappear for months on end again.
To tell you the truth, it was some sort of freaky net thing that scared me off my lil corner of msn...ended having to turn the comp off at the plug as it had decided to open a non-disclosed amount of explorer windows!!!
It was all too much...I ran away from the trauma and went into denial for a while.
 Well, what's been happening?
We have just returned from recharging the batteries in Tenerife...that means no children, no site seeing and no loud noise...together with plenty sun bathing, eating, drinking, reading, swimming and sleeping.
Strange how I compared the holiday photos when we returned and they looked alot like last years!!! Still a good time was had by both of us, we met some friends from last year and got wicked tans!!!
How's my boys? I hear you ask...
Pusspatty capers have been rife, what with Sushi disappearing 5 days before we went away. I was distraut and after ringing vets, checking verges, putting up posters and asking half the village and catty saints and protectors(not that I'm religious but when needs must...St. Gertrude of Nivelles, if you're wondering. The patron saint of cats, insanity, travellers and herbalists...my type of girl) I was beginning to fear the worst...
Hoki was also pining for his brother too and was acting really friendly and like a real cat for once
 We even started letting him sleep in the bedroom!!! Yes, we agreed to waking up to the burning stare of scruff pat every morning!!!So...there I am 6 am the morning we are to leave, worrying about Hoki being all alone at the cat hotel and Sushi not being all alone if he returns.
I open the backdoor and give the customary cat whistle...just in case and I hear a 'mu-wow?'
I whistle again and this time Sushi trots in with a 'mu-ning per-up ar-ow'
I couldn't believe my eyes, in fact Hoki did a double take too!!!
When I went to pick the boys up after their stay at the cat hotel, Sushi was so pleased to see me (not surprised after being home for 3 hours before being shipped out!!!) Hoki, on the other hand has returned to his full grumpy self...I was starting to worry!!!
12月12日 my 6 wierd things...6 Weird ThingsThe rules:
According to the rules…each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”.
People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly.
In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names
Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
My 6 Weird Things
Here we go...
1.I pick me nose and eat it.
2. I have my ears pierced 8 times, my nose 3 times and my lip once...though i never wear any earrings.
3. I lived in a caravan for 9 years
4. I left home at 15 and now work woth the young people that I once was.
5. I can bend my two middle toes on my right foot down independent of the other ones...go on try it!
6. I have passed my grade 4 ballet exam
Aw...I run out...I gotta loads more but the rest shall remain a mystery for ever mwahahahahaha!!!
 I'm going to tag...
H
Twonker
Fluff
Terry
Sissy and... Sam
Have fun!!!
12月11日 sorry I'm late!!!Well it's good to be back...though I'm still not up to scratch after my illness last week. I'm putting it down to the side effects of my tablets as the effects seem to be lasting alot longer than the usual hangover....not that I get them very often! Seems they are responsible for the constant ringing in my ears too...which is nice to know as I thought I was just getting an allergic reaction to loud music!!! Give up the tablets??? I'm afraid that isn't possible as if I don't have them I become a walking timebomb!!!
So what's been happening over the last two weeks?
I finally relinquished to Xmas and did my shopping and got carried away as per usual...I think that's my main gripe about the festive season...I can't kerb my spending!!! I just LOVE shopping....and it's even more enjoyable when it's for other people...sort of like an expensive guessing game!!!
So one empty bank account later...I have mixed feelings of satisfaction and guilt. I do have the wrapping and card writing to look forward to though...yipee!!!
The boys are well..although I discovered that they do not approve of frost and Hoki is a bit of a dare devil...shimmying down the toilet wall (first floor) front feet first and takiing a leap of faith to the shed roof!!! Nutter!!! Sushi can't jump to save his life and in fact has turned into a bit of grass...as he meows in panic if hoki leaves by any opening apart from the door!!!
I think he's just jealous...
11月29日 Just out of reachWhile browsing Ebay yesterday...yes, I am at work, but...
 ... I came across a truck for sale, not unlike my little blue one over there>>>>>>It is a Leyland FG but the bigger version with a beavertail (see yellow truck>>>>) rather than a walkthrough, in fact, here's the link...
It's not far away, geographically, and the bidding started at £100...it is now up to £510 and still rising!!!  While it was at £100 alot of ideas passed through my mind while I stared longingly at the little green truck...
I seemed to be making a place for it in my life, running through scenarios...not unlike the newly reunited couple, running through a field of corn and flinging themselves into each others arms...in slow motion, of course!!!
My daydream...(or is it scheming)...included the truck with it's very own parking space in the back...sat there facing the house (more than the good old reliable astra gets anyday!!!) gleaming in the winter sun.
Taking it for a run down to the shops...I thought about driving it the 30 odd miles to work every week!!! Then remembered what that entailed (no power steering and lots of shakyness!) So...blatting about it was...local calls, so to say.
I had the front panel off...i won't insult it by calling it a bonnet (she says deleting the word bonnet...hehe) and my arms were greasy with engine oil up to the elbows...a much loved, once upon a time pursuit of mine!
The beavertail was removed and replaced with a wooden flatbed, with sides painted in the same green with red brackets. More practical, I dreamed, and space saving too!!!
I even persuaded my beloved to buy it for me for my christmas present!!!
The bubble popped later, when I spoke to D...in all innocence (yeah, right!) I told him about the little green FG...the first thing he said was...
'Where are we going to put it?'
I told him. He said...
'yeah...right', dripping with sarcasm.
I drew the picture of us both working on the truck together (a dream of ours...but in his mind it's some classic car...I prefer something a bit bigger) for him. He said...
'yeah...right' (you get the jist!)
I told him he could buy it for me for Christmas...
'YEAH RIGHT!!!'
My bubble burst...then the price went up and that definately wasn't going to happen!!! Now I have got my daydreams and to them another one is added...could I have persuaded him to buy it for me if the price had stayed low?
I dream that I could of!!! 11月27日 My comment to those that replied...lilmisslostit
Thank y'all for your comments.
Twonk...keep up the good work hun...the new ones rock!
Fluff...please see next addition and thank you for your comments, kind lady, and please rant as much as you will!!! And, please, don't apologise again...there is no reason for you to do so. The reason why I started my space was to meet new people and to share opinions...not that I am bored with my friends, people interest me full stop! The fact that my memoirs seemed to silence everyone for whatever reason defeats the object of me starting this blog so I will stick to my guns and finish it at home...I much prefer to hear from y'all!!! I admire your motives behind your blogs Fluff. I must admit, mine are truly selfish...I write for myself and for my fading memory...and for meeting new people like yourself. For me, it is cathartic and, possibly, stops me from loosing my marbles...sort of like a faceless counsellor!!!
As for no name, which isn't bro...is that you Roger?
Imx 27 November 17:44
Just realised that you probably wouldn't see this if I had left it in comments!!!
The how to of...Chocolate cuts!!!
Firstly...chill chocolate until very hard. The freezer is beneficial but a refridgerator will be just as effective.
Remove chocolate from chilling device ready for ingestion.
Drool...
Snap chocolate in normal manner...thumbs on top either side of breaking point, press as vigourously as needed for desired effect.
Depending on chocolates rigidity after chilling, sharp shards will explode from the chocolate in random directions.
Look confused and hurt as shard slices through thumb...ow.
Eat chocolate in condolence and revenge. 11月20日 massages and bird rescueMy weekend was a load shorter this week as I was overtiming it on Friday and from this week my hours change so I am in on a monday. Somehow, though, I feel like I have done loads...or atleast been busy doing nothing!!!
I seemed to have watched loads of films, which is a rarity for me as I tend to survive on a diet of CSI and Stargate with a pinch of Ray Mears.
One film disturbed me so much I have vowed never to go to Australia...ever...even if you paid me too (sorry all you Aussies) I will stick with...'New Zealand is more my type of place'!!!
We have a friend who is also a masseur and provides his services to us in exchange for being fed and watered (and not with water!) He has a vendetta against a huge knot in my lower back...it is full on war!!! Yesterday night he had his latest battle with the knot from hell... and I felt wonderful. my alarm went off this morning and I jumped straight out of bed, no back pain at all(not even my kidneys, which is surprising
 ) and headed off to work all bright eyed and bushy tailed.Now...I haven't particularily worked mondays for our organisation before...if I have I think I would have deleted them from memory, they are so manic. I think my good mood lasted until lunchtime and my stress started to arch my back and fill it back up with all those lil knots that my friend had removed last night!!!
All I could think is...it was nice while it lasted...now I have to wait another month for the battle to continue. I can't wait to be pain free and 10 foot tall again...I wonder if my friend would move in permanently so I could have massage on a daily basis?
As for the cats...
Hoki caught another starling on Sunday...which he wasn't really trying to kill...in fact, he just seemed to be carrying about by the scruff of the neck carefully and putting it back down again...sort of like he was posing it for a picture!!!
I watched him out the window with utter confusion until I realised that I should really be out there rescuing the poor thing!
I locked the cats in and set the startled but un holey bird on the table outside to rest and recoupbefore it made it's own way back to my roof.
About 10 minutes later, Sushi was pacing the living room window and the bird was still out there...I thought for the sake of both of them and for the starling to get some sun, I would move it to the bottom of the garden on to a chair (at this point it shat down my black combats)
Somewhere in the next hour, the cats made their way back outside, without my knowledge and carried the bird back to the house...again Hoki was doing somekind of cat/bird social experiment on it...and again, I removed the bird and placed it on the garage roof. Who knows what happened after that as evening drew in...
The boys do sort of suit their new image. Hoki as the slightly loopy professor with the mad staring eyes and his not so bright sidekick, Sushi. In fact, if they could speak, I'm sure they would have Transylvanian accents!!!
One last note from the weekend...I cut myself on chocolate!!! Yes!!! It is possible and it hurts...still!!!
As for the start of my memoirs, I have noticed that the comments have depleted on my space since I started writing...and it emotionally overwhelmed my friend, the masseur...to tears!!! SO...from now on, I will continue writing my life in private AND if any of you are REALLY interested, I will be happy to send it on by email as the chapters are written...there's more to come. Thankyou for all the positive feedback so far.
For the others of you that it bores or shocks...it's my life and I wouldn't change it for the world. The reason I am writing it, is for myself and my loved ones before my memories fade entirely...I feel priveliged that I have history to put down on paper, one that raises all types of emotion in people! It is my legacy.
11月8日 My Brain HurtsAfter not finishing Part 2 until 12 last night,I went to bed and managed to wake myself up, somehow, at 6.45? I don't think my body has got used to winter time yet and is still running on BST!!!
I have had a none stop day at work today...but it has been cool. I like it when it's like this...manic! I thrive...but only if I'm in the right frame of mind.
I always look forward to going home on a Thursday and seeing my boys and my bloke though!!!
The fair starts in town today...the last one of the season. I BLOODY HATE IT!!!
 It is held in the town centre, they squeeze the monumental rides into the market place and various carparks around town. All roads are closed and the usually heavy traffic becomes torential...in a jammed way!!!
I would love to go and look at the trucks but I daren't set foot because I know I will loose my calm. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry...lol!
Luckily, I can head out of town tomorrow and not be back until it is all over for another year.
Anyway...I am resting up tonight, so no more of my tale before next week. Enjoy what has been written so far and. please, leave your comments!!!
11月7日 Domestic explosion and Part 2iiJust a quick one first to tell you about the amazing party we had at the weekend, surrounded by family and friends (minus Cunno) There was fire, bangs, pretty lights, much vodka, singing and mulled cider.
 Bottled cider in pan.
Add cinnamon, cloves, ginger, orange juice, sliced lemon, orange and apple.
Heat up slowly and drink warm...yum!!!
I think cousin Si might have added a wee dram of vodka at some point too
 A chair was broken...too many people sitting on it.
I lost a bottle of vodka and found it broken in the morning...probably a good job!!!
Two people were sick...in porcelain thank the stars!
I singstared drunkly until I could sing no more...and got some dirty dancing in with the girls too!!! Thanks to Spot for his Jonny Cash rendition!
Sunday was spent dazed and confuzzled, asleep and cleaning the whole of the downstairs floors...hooray for hard flooring and the incentive to lift the rugs before hand!!!
The cats survived the fireworks...after sniper crawling across the garden like they were under fire, bless!!! They had learnt by Sunday night though!!!
I was given a beautiful bracelet of cousin Sam...which broke twice, so I left it until Sunday to mend!!!
The fire was large and hot...and didn't singe my prize passiflora.
Our fireworks rocked the village...thanks to the lovely H and her bloke.
I'm sure I remember a bottle of champers somewhere along the line too...
Once upon a Time Part 2ii
Deja vu
I have thought long and hard over the time I have been away from writing about the next week in this telling...I remember the following weekend was at Llanbister and, now, as I write this, more memories return.
Of the roundabout; of the 'James' red car...which ended up on site with us a few years later. Still not much of the weekend though.
I will move on to explain the title of this chapter...
The following weekend we aimed for the Brecon Beacons and the last in the Welsh trilogy, Trecastle.
As we climbed the twisting lanes of Cymru, I remembered back to a dream that I had had a few months past. Of the steep lane up to site and the handmade sign on the side of the road, offering us the path onto the festival, just as I was seeing with my own eyes at that moment. The feeling of disbelief was so strong, I couldn't resist telling my fellow travellers of what I was witnessing.
Then, I felt it was a sign of fate...that I was meant to be in this place of mist and greeness. Now, I know, it was more to warn me of the emotional upheaval to come that weekend.
Sweet Tea
My boyfriend had always been feisty...and not in a good way. That weekend was ruled by his attack on me, and still is.
The love and care of the girls in the big red truck, after I ran from him, reinstated my urge to be free.
They gave me tea with sugar, a drink that I don't usually touch to this day...but that day it was the sweetest nectar in the world. Not unlike a peace pipe. There was more in the mug than a hot beverage, and the understanding and bond between myself and the girls grew. My hair had began to naturally matt, they showed me how to separate it into dreadlocks.
I felt cared for and heard for the first time in a long while.
I felt at peace and, again, comfort and a sense of being.
Separation and Reunion
There was no improvement in our relationship after that. It became worse if anything. There were good moments, but they were tainted by fear of violence and abandonment.
For the next few weeks we moved between festivals...I grew more confident, in myself, in my surroundings and in the trust I had for this life and the people.
Cloud Nine at Thornton in the Ribble valley came. We arranged for one of the lads, with the blackest of dreadlocks, to drive us to Skipton to sign on. I remember years later, reminding him of that journey. Joking with him about snapping the ignition key in the door lock and how apologetic he was.
I had been accepted as easily as I had taken them into my heart.
There was a mutual respect between us all. One that allowed us to show humility, arrogance...
and allowed us the comfort of giving and receiving ridicule without hurt.
Kirby Steven followed.
The site crossed the road into the village on a small part of common land. I washed in the fresh clean water of the river, bracing yet embracing...addictive in it's sting of reality.
I had decided that it was time to head back to the North.
To run from the hurt and ridicule provided by my boyfriend-that-was. Mum offered to pick me up from Skipton the day I signed again.
The police had closed off both ends of the site. Black Morias patrolled the lane...cocky in the fact they could drive through site. This was familiar territory now and naivity and fear had been replaced with pride and resentment.
A calm would pass over site, like the second before a water drop might fall...
Stillness.
Anticipation of the drop that was to be or not to be.
Relaxed but watching and waiting...
The Transit van was swapped for a little yellow Bedford CF...bright like the sun with a beaming face and sparkly eyes, spritely in it's knowledge of freedom.
I was beginning to see the vehicles as more than just transport...each one had personality. In their shape, their bumps and scratches. In the way they started and ran. When something becomes part of daily life, when dependency rules over leisure. When you learn the idiosyncrasys of that something...then it becomes real. A relationship is formed...
I learnt how to read things, how to open my senses wider, to accept that what I had ignored in the past.
We were told to move...
No buts.
The convoy headed North, towards Stanhope moor...further from Skipton. I never got to meet my mum there, but she had a good day out...it was meant to be that way.
I spoke to her from the phone box at the end of site. She agreed to pick me up from there. Nervously I waited for her to appear, not knowing what she would think. We drove through site to the van. Through the music and wood smoke. Through the lights and strange shadows that had become my home.
I said my goodbyes...to my boyfriend-that-was and to my beloved Saff.
To my friends with promises of hasty return.
I remember the day clearly and with that I can find the date...Ninth of September Nineteen-Ninety-One. The day of the Meadowell Riots.
It was dark when we returned.
I watched, in shock, as the sky glowed orange with flames and the spotlights from the helicopters looked solid in the thickening smoke.
In the background, mum was ringing through her address book. Singing the praises and beauty of site to her friends.
Disbelief at this other world.
Shellshocked and far from my place of peace and comfort.
I was frightened of the place I had grew up.
Que cera cera
Boyfriend-that-was returned about a week later, without the sunshine CF, but with my precious Saffron.
We met in the pub...including the cat, secreted in his coat.
We carried on a failed relationship for a short while after. Until he blamed me for an attempted attack on myself which occured one night after walking from his house.
Frightened.
To this day, I feel anxiety in town...senses heightened, but not in a good way.
The drop of water, but not calm.
Scars to remind me.
In my mind I was focused.
I passed my driving test first time in the following January.
I attended a business course and arranged for funding.
I started my own business to manufacture and sell T Shirts at festivals.
Then I saw my truck in Autotrader.
Like the girls' big red truck.
An FG...my truck.
She was mine that week.
Pies and Sausages she was called. ERX 26V. I don't remember any of the others that followed with such detail.
Thanks to friends, we got her shipshape and ready to go.
I am still amazed at how easy the transition between driving a small hatchback to driving a three and a half ton truck was.
What will be, will be.
Fate, and a little hard work had shaped my destiny.
This time I would not return.
11月1日 Part 2iOnce upon a time-Part 2 i
Birthday treat
The North didn't last long.
My soul yearned to be elsewhere.
I could feel the pull in my chest, my heart reaching out, crying out.
I can feel it now, like an ache in my chest and my belly. Not a crushing feeling, but a pull on my very being, if my ribs were to open, it would be able to fly free. Soar. Find it's true home.
It was to be my 19th birthday that weekend.
Wales in high summer beckoned. We packed the van and set off. Just the three of us this time and the animals. I had bought Saff a little harness, for her safety as well as my peace of mind. It was painted red, gold and green...and looked stunning against her brindle coat.
Happy Daze
Bala.
The journey wasn't without it's tests. The alternator lead kept coming undone and we had no lights for most the journey. Enough spark plug and push power to get us there eventually.
Now, I need to remember order again.
Or maybe I don't...the memories are what matters, not the obsessive compulsive arranging.
The need for control.
These words have a way of their own.
I must learn to trust them.
The memories want to flow from my head...
Town on the back of a D series flat bed, the wind in our hair, the pride in my soul.
Making patties for the first time in a friends trailer, with spring onions in. How can something so simple taste so good? Eating one hash flapjack and passing out in the afternoon and nearly missing my birthday.
The privilege of the lunar eclipse that night. Sitting under the clear sky, watching nature unveil her beauty.
Watching a plastic pig, Reliant, flare up towards the sky...a burnt offering to gods of mischief and revelry.
Deciding not to return to the North.
I was hoping to finish this tonight but work has been calling, hence the part 2i.
I head home tomorrow, so will have to leave it there for this week. Next week...part2ii!!!
...and an update on our weekend do with possibly some more yummy beverage recipes.
Good night all
10月31日 Old beginnings part 1Once upon a time-Part 1
Itchy feet
I do not know who mentioned it now. It was so long ago...
The North was so dull...it was true what they say...it's grim up North.
Well, it was.
I was eighteen and bored of life.
Bored of the North.
We bought a Transit van for eighty quid, advertised as taxed and tested.
It was the end of June 1991. Solstice. Four lads, a dog, a cat a bed settee and myself piled into the van and set off.
That's where it all began...
Rats run
I could smell the wood smoke through the open window. I leaned a little closer, vying for position with the dog. There were alot of vehicles, unlike any I had seen before, horses, dogs, people...beautiful, facinating, new sights and sounds.
I think that is when I caught the bug.
I am sitting here now, 16 years on, trying to remember these times. The memories are faded, but I can't remember them ever being any clearer. I am upset that I don't remember order as well as I should, as well as I remember feelings and smells. I know how things ended that weekend and I know how they started. I will never forget some of the people I met.
A mixture of feelings now. Excitement remembered and new, confusion and sadness at forgetting.
My boyfriend-at-the-time lit a fire using petrol from the jerry can...
I now laugh at how naive we were.
He burnt his hand badly. The next day, we took the van into town, to the hospital. Some others came along from the site, wanting to shop. I already felt like I belonged, that these new friends were family. They had been there for my whole life...comfort.
Past the gate, past the police that had appeared overnight.
I feel, now, the feelings from then, mixed with feelings gained later on my journey and with what I feel now.
Three ages.
This age was innocence.
Innocence
The wound was wrapped in a bag, like some macabre microwave meal for cannibals.
As we hit the outskirts of the festival, the traffic became slower and the number of mutant, intriguing vehicles increased.
We stopped.
Roadblock.
Police were checking vehicles. We were an easy target. The young, fresh quarry.
It was said that the tax disc in the van was from another vehicle. To this day, I do not know if that was true. We returned to site, without the van and the driver.
I don't recall where we stayed that night or how we got to Andover in the morning. I remember kind people and the police station.
I remember the broken prop shaft and the search for a new one.
The police had searched the van and analysed the contents of our protection charm (much good that did us), the milk powder and the incense. Originally, they had been marijuana, cocaine and mushrooms. Maybe, back then, the police were as naive as we were.
All charges were dropped, the van was released from the pound and we were allocated twenty-four hours to repair the vehicle on a verge opposite the police station before we were, again, impounded.
I can see the concrete bridge now. Imprinted on my memory, the view from the windscreen, stared at with worry and helplessness for hours, waiting for the new piece of van. I think, while I stared, I must have made a vow to never be stranded again...to be aware of my vehicle and know every nut and bolt.
I never forgot the double universally jointed prop shaft...a transitional year for the Transit.
That night, my boyfriend, the cat, the dog and I slept in the van while the lads slept under the bridge. We awoke in the morning to the desk sergeant with a tray of coffee and pet food.
Once the new part was fitted we headed back up North.
The North.
It was never to be home again. I spent time there, but I knew where my heart belonged.
10月27日 The new photosI have just started a new photo album. Once upon a time... Unfortuantly, you will have to wait until next week for the story behind them!!! Sorry, but I must fly... 10月24日 The new editionWe’ve had a puppy!!! Of the virtual kind that is…
My daughter has received her belated birthday present this week. One of those Nintendo DS thingies…with a pet labrador puppy game. And, boy is it cute!!!! The bloody thing has got us all cooing at the screen and the house is full of shouts of ‘sit…sit…sit, lucky, sit!!!’ etc. She has to do everything that you have to do with a real puppy…it just doesn’t cause the same mess and I’m sure in the long run it will work out cheaper than a real one The puss pats are a bit worried though and have started asking for more attention….jealous of a video game….bless! I’m sure they think it’s a real puppy too. Sushi even had a tentative sniff the other day, before he ran away in disgust.
Talking of the cats, I was practising my Irish whistle in readiness for Christmas on Friday and the cats started singing!!!! Or maybe they were trying to tell me to shut up!!! Not quite got my head round catese yet. Maybe I should take them busking with me….’Lilmisslostit and her wondrous singing felines’ should bring a few shekels in!
Right, I’m off to stroke the puppy and blow it some bubbles!!! 10月17日 Recovery and recipeHehe!!!... You can tell when I’m well…because I make the effort!!!
Life took a turn when I woke on Thursday morning…even though I was at work…went to bed feeling like crap and woke up…after not much sleep at all and expecting to feel the same…full of the beans that fill my soul with happiness and life!!! WHO KNOWS WHAT OCCURRED?
What I do know is that…It was sunny; I didn’t feel at all tired; and my shoulders felt empty of the worries and stress that I had felt for a long while. I even managed to get through the whole of Thursday at work without wanting to rip my hair out or break down in tears…or fall asleep!!! My period of morbidity has passed…I even can’t bring myself to feel bitter about the boss…in fact, I feel rather concerned for him as he isn’t well and won’t give himself rest time. SEE…WHAT HAS HAPPENED???
Not that I’m saying I WANT to be miserable…but I am wondering where it all went… Answers on a postcard please!!! My theory is that I dreamt of something on Wednesday night that made sense of my turmoil and allowed my confuzzled brain to rearrange, reassess and store all my thoughts and feelings. Sort of like a defrag. I can’t for the life of me remember what I dreamt about, but wish I could…maybe it was the meaning of life, or cuddles off my loved ones…or even just pretty places and people. Whatever it was….it worked and I’m back to my sparky self.
To celebrate my refound me-ness, we went and did the monthly club thang on a smuggled half bottle of vodka and one of gin...though it is as cheap to buy a pint of beer as it is coke!!! We refound an old friend, met some new ones and enjoyed everyone…and I swung my pants a fair bit…it’s good for the soul, but the night is never long enough!!! Saturday night’s debauchery in the rock club was followed by a serene and proper Sunday carvery out in the country. And very nice it was too. Once home, we had the obligatory afternoon nap…then more napping….then bed!!!
It is now Tuesday, I sit at work bright as a button, looking forward to what tomorrow brings. Then, tomorrow, I will look forward to going home again!!! One last thought. A cocktail recipe to try if you dare… BLOODY NOSE Some ice Some bananas Some tequila Some black vodka (must be black) Some triple sec Some grenadine Straws
Place ice, bananas, tequila and triple sec in a liquidiser and VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV for a long while until it is smooth, frothy and yellow. Add black vodka in small amounts and mix until drink is snot green. Pour snot into tall glasses Add grenadine down side and allow to settle to bottom… Hence bloody nose…lol Drink through straw to get bloody benefit ENJOY!!!! 10月11日 I just can't keep away!Well, here I am at work, after having the day off yesterday due to viral type symptoms (although I think it may be SAD) when I should still be at home!!! It's peeing it down outside and its 1p.m. and I'm knackered!!!! It's just not like me...fatigue, sleeplessness, stuffy head and general dismay...I DON'T GET ILL!!!! Being the trooper that I am, I will fight through. Well...look...I'm at work even though I feel shit, after thinking that my work load will only be double next week if I don't go in!!! Self preservation...
On to the weekend...
Ever played Pass Out??? A board game centred round drinking lots, making others drink lots and toungue twisters. That was my weekend; combined with cocktails!!!! I don't think we ever got to finish the game...it just fizzled out into drunk ramblings and an attempt at making sense of Silent Hill, the movie...Didn't work, we're still none the wiser, though having played the game, it made slightly more sense to us than it did our friend.
On cat watch this week...
Hoki decided to get locked in a garage, much to his, Sushis and my distress. After asking total strangers about the ownership of the garage...and not getting very far and Sushi and I holding a four hour vigil at the said garage, my partner rushed back from work at 2am to help free him. In the end, it didn't take much...just a lift of the corner of the door and my scruff pat was free, stinking of oil and feeling very greasy. While he was in there, he must have tried to get out from the gap at the bottom of the door as he has a bald and scabby eye, which I washed for him. He now holds his 'war wound' with pride...and for sympathy...with much success!!!
I, myself, feel sorry for the owner of the garage...who ever they maybe, as they will find a nice little Hoki package the next time they open up!!!
10月4日 i love my local shop!!!I forgot to mention friday in my last blog...
On the way to dropping of my partner at work I decided to pick up a bottle of cider (see a pattern yet?) from our local co-op. I had not made a special effort with my appearence that day, although, the weekend before I had bought a new concealer and some new mascara...the telescopic one (boy, is it hard work to apply, but it looks gooood!!!) I reached the counter and the lady that usually serves me and she turns round and asks me for ID!!!! ??
 ?? !!!! Now, I do pride myself on my youthful looks (thanks to my mums genes) and would say that I can get away with being in my late 20's...if I was prone to lying about my age that is!
But this woman was asking if I was under 21!!!!
I looked at her quizzically and said...I am actually 34 you know!!!
To which she replied, well you don't look it and I don't know that 'til you show me your ID!
Fair enough, I would agree with her on the 'I don't look it' but....under 21...she's either blind or 21 year olds are looking older these days!!!
Lmao...after finding something resembling ID (my euro health insurance card) I did thank her for the compliment.
Gobsmacked...I left the shop and spent the rest of the day giggling to myself.
10月3日 What a weekend!!!What a weekend!!! The cats tally for this weekend is sparse as the crane flies are dying down now…or the puss pats have eaten them all. Hoki Ninja Combat Cat caught a finch…that was released again…it is sort of good that he brings them in or else we couldn’t save them. Sushi, as usual, chased some butterflies but can’t quite get his clumsy but pretty self round stalking anything. He’s not exactly camouflaged! He did stalk and kill the lamb bone off the kitchen side when I wasn’t looking though…he’s so brave!!! THAT MARROW WAS MINE!!!! The house has joined the tally too, so far one pigeon has been added as it decided to fly into the window on Friday and break it’s neck. I think pigeons have suicidal tendencies as this is not the first time that I have witnessed this!!!
We had some friends over for Saturday lunch at the rest home for special people. Roast lamb, special rice and mint gravy…mmmm. I am such a good cook!!! Nevertheless, before I hark on about my amazing culinary skills…
Our friends arrived at about 9am and while us girls took a trip into town shopping for beauty products, much to the dismay of my partner…
Partner: Why have you bought anti-wrinkle cream?
Me: Because I have wrinkles darling.
Partner: You don’t have wrinkles babe…you’re beautiful (aah…)
Me: Like I don’t have a fat arse I suppose…
Partner: You don’t have a fat arse
Me: Yeah…right… I was going to buy some new straighteners
Partner: For your wrinkles?
Talking about straighteners…have you tried the new woven Teflon ones…DON’T…they have no staying power what so ever!!! I can straighten my hair and it will be perfect and shiny, but, by the time I turn from the mirror…BE-DOING!!! The curls are back!!! Stick to ceramic I say…they will rule forever. So there I am with a £50 pair of straighteners that don’t work. I must say that I resisted a new ceramic pair (which would have taken the total up to £100) and will persevere with the Teflon ones…well, us girls do like something to moan about and at least they don’t turn my hair to straw!!!
Back to the shopping trip, which included Nandos garlic chilli sauce (a must for special rice!) as I had launched our nearly full bottle across the kitchen floor on Friday night by accident…bloody messy but the kitchen smelt good!!! So… While we were out, the boys bottled up our homemade triple fermented cider, which needed apple concentrate to make it taste like apples again!!! A whole four and a half gallons…all I can say is …ow!..and that’s off two pints! It comes with a health warning . Most of this we have now given out to friends…saving ourselves from drinking it. Sunday was spent at a kiddies birthday party which spilt out to a friends house, where we force fed people cider…and they fell over!!! Oops!!! The journey home resulted in a knackered clutch, which thankfully, is now fixed…£200 later…nearly as bad as a homemade cider hangover…good job I didn’t buy those straighteners!!!
9月27日 Tricks of the trade
Here's a word of warning for all potential cat employees. I had to titter...it's soooo true!!! But...we still love them. Tricks of the trade
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