Well it looks like I am in for a weekend of Formula One, dear Reader. The Hubby is a fan and I am not. I just can't see the point in watching little cars go round and round in circle. Can you dear Reader? I don't see the point either in paying all that money to watch Formula One either. What do you get? About three seconds of noisy cars going by, blink and you miss it until it comes all the way round again for another three seconds. It is the same thing when you have just missed a bus and you see it zooming past wondering when the next one will arrive.
I would much rather spectate something like Strictly Come Dancing, pure entertainment and value for money from start to finish. Nice dancing; nice music; nice people and Brucie. I was hoping that along with the BBC coming up North, so would Strictly which would make it easier for me to travel to but no, it is one of the only things staying in London. Still it is closer than jetting off to follow Formula One.
So cars win this weekend. But they are racing cars, are they not, dear Reader. So that must mean the time will go by very fast!
Evening all x x x
Friday, 12 April 2013
Thursday, 11 April 2013
Day 33
One of the things I have found, dear Reader, in my thirty-nine years on earth is that I am extremely lucky when it comes to entering competitions. Over the years I have won a number of things. One of the best prizes I ever won was a children's climbing frame, a really big one. Which Master L and Miss C got years of play out of. Have you ever won a competition dear Reader? I do like to enter competitions. Still waiting for my Lotto win though!
I have a black cat called Spook, apparently lots of people do not like to own black cats because they are considered to bring bad luck. I wonder if that was the reason why she had been left at the RSPCA for nearly a year, no one wanted her. Poor thing. Good luck for her when we took her.
I must admit I would never walk under a ladder. Would you dear Reader? I don't put umbrellas up in the house either. I wonder where these strange superstitions come from dear Reader? Is there any luck, good or bad? Do we make our own luck?
Well dear Reader luckily we can all search now and find out!
Evening all x x x
I have a black cat called Spook, apparently lots of people do not like to own black cats because they are considered to bring bad luck. I wonder if that was the reason why she had been left at the RSPCA for nearly a year, no one wanted her. Poor thing. Good luck for her when we took her.
I must admit I would never walk under a ladder. Would you dear Reader? I don't put umbrellas up in the house either. I wonder where these strange superstitions come from dear Reader? Is there any luck, good or bad? Do we make our own luck?
Well dear Reader luckily we can all search now and find out!
Evening all x x x
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
Day 32
Busy day today dear Reader, the warmer weather is here! So I decided to swap my winter woollies in my wardrobe for more warmer clothes. I decided a couple of years ago rather than keep all my clothes altogether in my wardrobes, I would instead start to pack away the woollies in spring and the summer clothes in autumn. What is the point in having stuff hung up that you can't wear for six months of the year due to the weather? Okay dear Reader.... I admit it was because my wardrobe doors would not close and I had no room. I was fed up of not been able to see what was actually in my wardrobe due to it all being squashed in and the fact they came out crumbled after I had spent ages ironing. So there came my idea for my brilliant plan dear Reader! Let's just hope the warmer weather lasts now.
Do you remember play school dear Reader?
"Which window will we go through today"? It used to say.
I always wanted the square window and it always seemed to be the round window. Well earlier this year I found myself almost going through the square window.
Last November we had brand new sparkling windows fitted in our house. They looked great. Then earlier this year, I opened Miss C's window as I was cleaning her room. I had only opened it very slightly. Just to let a little fresh air in. Everything was good, I had almost finished my cleaning when suddenly a freak gust of wind blew the window right back, really hard slamming it right against the wall. It the snapped completely of the top metal bracket and broke clear off leaving the window and frame dangerously hanging over, only supported by the bottom metal bracket. It was like a car crash dear Reader.
I felt I had no choice dear Reader, but to hang on to that window (I know it's a silly idea now) it was hanging right over our front drive and near our front door. It was also blowing still in the wind. If it had perhaps dropped straight down, then that may have been the safest thing (As long as it hadn't landed on anyone) but no it was blowing dangerously with the wind and I thought the sensible thing would be for me to hang on to it and call for help. Never thinking for a moment about my own safety, that having reached out for the window frame to pull it up that I could have been pulled out of the window. Luckily I had my mobile in my pocket and was able to hang on to the window with one hand while I called the Hubby.
So I said to Hubby:
"Something terrible as happened we need the builder urgently."
"Please can you call the builder?"
"I do not have his number in my phone and we have a real emergency here, the window as buckled and broke and the frame is hanging dangerously over and I am having to hold on to it."
"Okay" the hubby says. I then wait and wait and wait and I still hear nothing. I think to myself he will call in a moment to let me know the builder is on his way. But no nothing. So after waiting for what seems like ages, I decided to call the Hubby back to which I got no answer. I was now tiring and found that I had to keep swapping hands.
Time went by and I heard nothing all I could do was sit there on the window sill holding on. No one passed the house for me to call for help, all I could do was wait... Over an hour I was left dear Reader, until the builders' van pulled up. The Builder could not believe how bad the problem was either. He said that when the Hubby had called he had just said that there was a problem with Miss C's window and he never said it was urgent! I was actually in tears when the builders arrived--my hand had been holding on to the frame so long that I could not remove my hand from holding the frame and had to be helped. I had bad pins and needles everywhere. My allergy had kicked off too. Then the Husband came home. Boy was I MAD!
"I know what happened" the hubby will have thought.
"She was just exaggerating (again) I mean she can't possibly be hanging out holding on to the window could she?"
Evening all x x x
Do you remember play school dear Reader?
"Which window will we go through today"? It used to say.
I always wanted the square window and it always seemed to be the round window. Well earlier this year I found myself almost going through the square window.
Last November we had brand new sparkling windows fitted in our house. They looked great. Then earlier this year, I opened Miss C's window as I was cleaning her room. I had only opened it very slightly. Just to let a little fresh air in. Everything was good, I had almost finished my cleaning when suddenly a freak gust of wind blew the window right back, really hard slamming it right against the wall. It the snapped completely of the top metal bracket and broke clear off leaving the window and frame dangerously hanging over, only supported by the bottom metal bracket. It was like a car crash dear Reader.
I felt I had no choice dear Reader, but to hang on to that window (I know it's a silly idea now) it was hanging right over our front drive and near our front door. It was also blowing still in the wind. If it had perhaps dropped straight down, then that may have been the safest thing (As long as it hadn't landed on anyone) but no it was blowing dangerously with the wind and I thought the sensible thing would be for me to hang on to it and call for help. Never thinking for a moment about my own safety, that having reached out for the window frame to pull it up that I could have been pulled out of the window. Luckily I had my mobile in my pocket and was able to hang on to the window with one hand while I called the Hubby.
So I said to Hubby:
"Something terrible as happened we need the builder urgently."
"Please can you call the builder?"
"I do not have his number in my phone and we have a real emergency here, the window as buckled and broke and the frame is hanging dangerously over and I am having to hold on to it."
"Okay" the hubby says. I then wait and wait and wait and I still hear nothing. I think to myself he will call in a moment to let me know the builder is on his way. But no nothing. So after waiting for what seems like ages, I decided to call the Hubby back to which I got no answer. I was now tiring and found that I had to keep swapping hands.
Time went by and I heard nothing all I could do was sit there on the window sill holding on. No one passed the house for me to call for help, all I could do was wait... Over an hour I was left dear Reader, until the builders' van pulled up. The Builder could not believe how bad the problem was either. He said that when the Hubby had called he had just said that there was a problem with Miss C's window and he never said it was urgent! I was actually in tears when the builders arrived--my hand had been holding on to the frame so long that I could not remove my hand from holding the frame and had to be helped. I had bad pins and needles everywhere. My allergy had kicked off too. Then the Husband came home. Boy was I MAD!
"I know what happened" the hubby will have thought.
"She was just exaggerating (again) I mean she can't possibly be hanging out holding on to the window could she?"
Evening all x x x
Tuesday, 9 April 2013
Day 31
Today dear Reader, I have spent most of the morning on the telephone. Not having a nice chat and natter with a friend or family member either dear Reader, but on the phone trying to sort out my sixteen year old's National Insurance Number. Both myself and Master L spent time on the phone trying to get him his number so he can look for a part time job in the summer. It turns out the reason why Master L had not got his number was that it was sent to an old address. Which, even though the correct office must have been told our new address several times in the last decade, it would seem no one bothered to update the information passed on to them and so dear Reader it did take me the frustration of a morning on the phone to find out this was in fact what the problem was, after lots of phone calls had taken place chasing information up and then after all that we told, that they can just send a form out!
The hubby has started the DIY jobs around the house.
"Do you know that old thermostat for the old central heating?" He says
"Yes" I say.
"I am going to remove it" he says. "It will leave a hole, but I will take it off the wall anyway"
"OK" I say. So you see dear Reader, I can't complain can I when the hubby is not just cracking on with DIY jobs around the house that really need doing; but he is also spending time doing these simple other DIY dilemmas too.
Evening all x x x
The hubby has started the DIY jobs around the house.
"Do you know that old thermostat for the old central heating?" He says
"Yes" I say.
"I am going to remove it" he says. "It will leave a hole, but I will take it off the wall anyway"
"OK" I say. So you see dear Reader, I can't complain can I when the hubby is not just cracking on with DIY jobs around the house that really need doing; but he is also spending time doing these simple other DIY dilemmas too.
Evening all x x x
Monday, 8 April 2013
Day 30
I went on a bit of an adventure today, dear Reader. Well I say an adventure, because after being stuck in the house for ages with my allergy, it felt good to be out and about. Today myself, Master L and Miss C went on a rather long train journey to visit the brand new member of our extended family ... a little baby girl.
The day started off good. My two teens surprised me by getting up early all by themselves with out me having to nag them to get up and scream "come on we are going to be late" one hundred times. But to be on the safe side I had planned to set off ages before the train was due, to allow time for the cries of "come on we are going to be late."
So there we were in town with lots of time to kill. So we had a nice stroll around to pass the time. We had just enough time left to call at the loos at Asda and pick up some magazines and then there was just enough time to get the tickets and wait for the train. Everything was going brilliantly.
When we were in the queue to pay Miss C, who had said she had not decided to take a loo stop, decided that she now needed to make one. "Okay but be quick, we must go for the train now." Then I asked her to meet us on the benches outside ASDA so that we could get straight round to the station. "Okay" Miss C says.
Well when myself and Master L came out of ASDA, dear Reader, there was no sign of Miss C so I went into the loos and shouted "Miss C are you still in here, because it is time for the train" to which I got no answer, so panicking I then rushed frantic around ASDA looking for her. It was getting closer to the time for the train and I still had to buy the tickets. I had felt cold when I had made my own loo stop and had put a fleece on under my coat, and now I was panicking and sweating. Thinking I have been so organised and now at the last minute my fourteen year old as got herself lost.
Pacing up and down now and yes cursing, dear Reader; as well as speaking out loud to myself "where the hell is she?" A few times one of the staff, a cleaning ace, said to me "excuse me love are you looking for a teenage girl?" To which I said "Yes." "She is in the toilets putting her make up on" the ace tells me aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! So I rush in toilet and there she is stood coat off; hair down makeup bag out. My teen had ignored me completely when I had called for her in the loos, and was now calmly applying lipstick and foundation and redoing her hair. So I told Miss C we had to go for the train NOW!
So what followed was the three of us running to the station, well apart from Miss C, who was trailing miles behind, but luckily I did not have to queue for our tickets so I managed to get them and get us all on the platform and as we put our feet on the last step up, the announcer called "the train now arriving on Platform 2..." our train was just pulling in the station! We just made it, I then drank a whole bottle of water straight off after working up a sweat, only to need another loo stop, but the train loos were out of order and I had to sit cross-legged for the rest of the long journey!
When we arrived at our destination, we did end up having a fantastic day. With family and some nice cuddles with a brand new baby, a lovely lunch and what was to be a much more relaxed journey home!
Evening all x x x
The day started off good. My two teens surprised me by getting up early all by themselves with out me having to nag them to get up and scream "come on we are going to be late" one hundred times. But to be on the safe side I had planned to set off ages before the train was due, to allow time for the cries of "come on we are going to be late."
So there we were in town with lots of time to kill. So we had a nice stroll around to pass the time. We had just enough time left to call at the loos at Asda and pick up some magazines and then there was just enough time to get the tickets and wait for the train. Everything was going brilliantly.
When we were in the queue to pay Miss C, who had said she had not decided to take a loo stop, decided that she now needed to make one. "Okay but be quick, we must go for the train now." Then I asked her to meet us on the benches outside ASDA so that we could get straight round to the station. "Okay" Miss C says.
Well when myself and Master L came out of ASDA, dear Reader, there was no sign of Miss C so I went into the loos and shouted "Miss C are you still in here, because it is time for the train" to which I got no answer, so panicking I then rushed frantic around ASDA looking for her. It was getting closer to the time for the train and I still had to buy the tickets. I had felt cold when I had made my own loo stop and had put a fleece on under my coat, and now I was panicking and sweating. Thinking I have been so organised and now at the last minute my fourteen year old as got herself lost.
Pacing up and down now and yes cursing, dear Reader; as well as speaking out loud to myself "where the hell is she?" A few times one of the staff, a cleaning ace, said to me "excuse me love are you looking for a teenage girl?" To which I said "Yes." "She is in the toilets putting her make up on" the ace tells me aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! So I rush in toilet and there she is stood coat off; hair down makeup bag out. My teen had ignored me completely when I had called for her in the loos, and was now calmly applying lipstick and foundation and redoing her hair. So I told Miss C we had to go for the train NOW!
So what followed was the three of us running to the station, well apart from Miss C, who was trailing miles behind, but luckily I did not have to queue for our tickets so I managed to get them and get us all on the platform and as we put our feet on the last step up, the announcer called "the train now arriving on Platform 2..." our train was just pulling in the station! We just made it, I then drank a whole bottle of water straight off after working up a sweat, only to need another loo stop, but the train loos were out of order and I had to sit cross-legged for the rest of the long journey!
When we arrived at our destination, we did end up having a fantastic day. With family and some nice cuddles with a brand new baby, a lovely lunch and what was to be a much more relaxed journey home!
Evening all x x x
Sunday, 7 April 2013
Day 29
Got a bit of a mystery on my hands today, dear Reader, when I was doing the weekly food shop. I bought a packet of Jaffa Cakes and when I got home and unpacked them, it looks like somebody has eaten half the packet, resealed the lid and left them for an unsuspecting person, who just so happened to be me who bought them. What am I suppose to do about that, dear Reader? Take them back and demand a refund? Ha ha.
Speaking of mysterys, recently I must have had far too many calls from those PPI and compensation people who use cold calling. I was getting calls everyday, sometimes more than once. I had the same company calling me everyday and even though I said I was not interested, they still called. Now dear Reader not wanting to be rude to these people, who after all are doing their job, I decided to have a little fun, knowing that they do not listen to you on the phone. This was with a compensation claim company.
So when they started their scripted speech the conversation went like this:
First usually waffle we think that you are entitled to lots of compensation money.
Me: "That was fast I only fell off my bike five minutes ago"
Compo Man: "Are you injured?"
Me: "I thought you would have my details if this is why you are calling?"
Compo Man "Can we go through them again?"
Me: "Okay. I was on my bike, going to Asda, when I went through a big puddle and it was deeper than I thought and I must have hit an undercover stone. I then went over the handle bars and landed in the puddle, I did say it was a big puddle and then everything went black"
Compo Man: "Were you injured?"
Compo Man: "Any damage?"
Me: "When I regained consciousness, I just felt very wet and my bike bell had got stuck to my coat and injured my chin."
Me: "Also one my stabiliser had broke off. "
Compo Man: " I think we can help you. Can I please take some personal details?"
Me: "Don't you have them already? It is just you said you knew I was entitled to compensation. So I thought you would have them already."
Compo Man: "No not your personal details, can I take them please?"
Me: "Okay."
Compo Man: "Thanks, what is your first name?"
Me: "Cher."
Compo Man: "And your surname please?"
Me: "Locke- Holmes."
Compo Man: "Can you spell your full name out to me please?"
Me: "Okay" "It's C-H-E-R L-O-C-K-E- H-O-L-M-E-S."
Compo Man: "Thanks, Is that miss or mrs?"
Me: "Mrs."
Compo Man: "Thank you Mrs Locke-Holmes. And your address please?"
Me: "101 Baker Street, London, L123 45B."
Compo Man: "Have you seen a doctor?"
Me: "I was on my way to see the doctor."
Compo Man: "What is the name of your doctor?"
Me: "Doctor Watson."
Compo Man: "Can we give you a call back when you have seen the doctor?"
Me: "Yes, why do you think I have a case?"
Compo Man: "Yes."
Me: " So you are going to investigate and work on my case with me?"
Compo Man: "Yes. We need to hear what your doctor says. Can you let me call you back, shall we say around six pm this evening?"
Me: "Yes sure."
Compo man then says polite goodbye and that he will call me back at six.
I am still waiting for the call back! Ha ha
Either they just don't listen or they have just not heard of Sherlock Holmes!
Evening all x x x
Speaking of mysterys, recently I must have had far too many calls from those PPI and compensation people who use cold calling. I was getting calls everyday, sometimes more than once. I had the same company calling me everyday and even though I said I was not interested, they still called. Now dear Reader not wanting to be rude to these people, who after all are doing their job, I decided to have a little fun, knowing that they do not listen to you on the phone. This was with a compensation claim company.
So when they started their scripted speech the conversation went like this:
First usually waffle we think that you are entitled to lots of compensation money.
Me: "That was fast I only fell off my bike five minutes ago"
Compo Man: "Are you injured?"
Me: "I thought you would have my details if this is why you are calling?"
Compo Man "Can we go through them again?"
Me: "Okay. I was on my bike, going to Asda, when I went through a big puddle and it was deeper than I thought and I must have hit an undercover stone. I then went over the handle bars and landed in the puddle, I did say it was a big puddle and then everything went black"
Compo Man: "Were you injured?"
Compo Man: "Any damage?"
Me: "When I regained consciousness, I just felt very wet and my bike bell had got stuck to my coat and injured my chin."
Me: "Also one my stabiliser had broke off. "
Compo Man: " I think we can help you. Can I please take some personal details?"
Me: "Don't you have them already? It is just you said you knew I was entitled to compensation. So I thought you would have them already."
Compo Man: "No not your personal details, can I take them please?"
Me: "Okay."
Compo Man: "Thanks, what is your first name?"
Me: "Cher."
Compo Man: "And your surname please?"
Me: "Locke- Holmes."
Compo Man: "Can you spell your full name out to me please?"
Me: "Okay" "It's C-H-E-R L-O-C-K-E- H-O-L-M-E-S."
Compo Man: "Thanks, Is that miss or mrs?"
Me: "Mrs."
Compo Man: "Thank you Mrs Locke-Holmes. And your address please?"
Me: "101 Baker Street, London, L123 45B."
Compo Man: "Have you seen a doctor?"
Me: "I was on my way to see the doctor."
Compo Man: "What is the name of your doctor?"
Me: "Doctor Watson."
Compo Man: "Can we give you a call back when you have seen the doctor?"
Me: "Yes, why do you think I have a case?"
Compo Man: "Yes."
Me: " So you are going to investigate and work on my case with me?"
Compo Man: "Yes. We need to hear what your doctor says. Can you let me call you back, shall we say around six pm this evening?"
Me: "Yes sure."
Compo man then says polite goodbye and that he will call me back at six.
I am still waiting for the call back! Ha ha
Either they just don't listen or they have just not heard of Sherlock Holmes!
Evening all x x x
Saturday, 6 April 2013
Day 28
Have been catching up on the Sky Plus today, dear Reader, watched the first three episodes of The Syndicate, which is a fantastic drama set in Bradford. Really enjoyed the first series, so was glad to see it had come back for a second series. In one episode the Bradford Bulls' stadium was featured in the storyline
My hubby is a BIG Bradford Bulls fan and back in 1993 when I was a young nineteen year old, I spent many a Sunday with the hubby who was then the boyfriend trying to look interested in the game of rugby when between you and me, dear Reader, I do not understand the rules of rugby. One of the things I found up there on Odsal top every Sunday was that it was very cold. Rugby games where then played in the winter, and I am talking that long ago that Bradford Bulls were then still called Bradford Northern! So there I was every Sunday stood out freezing... until I came up with the ultimate plan. Now onesies are very popular now, but back then they were not that popular, but by chance I had been bought what at the time we called 'all in one PJs' by my Gran for Christmas--now they call them onesies.
My Gran was really good at buying presents and I always looked forward to what she would buy us. I miss her so much now, especially at Christmas... oops right were was I, dear Reader, oh yes cold and onesies. Well yes I came up with this plan dear Reader, why can I not just wear the onesie/all in one under my everyday clothes and coat. That would keep me nice and warm! Well so there I was and everything was going well; the first problem I encountered was going to the loo. It was very difficult but I made it. Then when I was at the match I was nice and warm, in fact too warm.
I never made it to the first half, dear Reader. Promptly passing out in the crowd. Hubby was very good leaving the match straight away to get me to the first-aid box. The doctor came to look at me, except he didn't he made straight for the window and kept on watching the match. So I was left in the good hands of an elderly St John Ambulance man, who was very concerned about me and thought it was my blood sugars so kindly gave me a sweet.
Now remember dear Reader at the time I was nineteen and I was out with the boyfriend so I could not possibly tell them the real reason why I had fainted could I? But I did put a stop to the kind man's request for an ambulance. Thinking that would be pushing it too far. So hubby had to leave the match early to take me home; the doctor never checked me over, never leaving the window, or leaving the match viewing; which looking back now I am glad, or I would have been wasting his time too.
Now onesies are everywhere, I avoid them now--just looking at them makes me break out in a hot sweat!
Evening all x x x
My hubby is a BIG Bradford Bulls fan and back in 1993 when I was a young nineteen year old, I spent many a Sunday with the hubby who was then the boyfriend trying to look interested in the game of rugby when between you and me, dear Reader, I do not understand the rules of rugby. One of the things I found up there on Odsal top every Sunday was that it was very cold. Rugby games where then played in the winter, and I am talking that long ago that Bradford Bulls were then still called Bradford Northern! So there I was every Sunday stood out freezing... until I came up with the ultimate plan. Now onesies are very popular now, but back then they were not that popular, but by chance I had been bought what at the time we called 'all in one PJs' by my Gran for Christmas--now they call them onesies.
My Gran was really good at buying presents and I always looked forward to what she would buy us. I miss her so much now, especially at Christmas... oops right were was I, dear Reader, oh yes cold and onesies. Well yes I came up with this plan dear Reader, why can I not just wear the onesie/all in one under my everyday clothes and coat. That would keep me nice and warm! Well so there I was and everything was going well; the first problem I encountered was going to the loo. It was very difficult but I made it. Then when I was at the match I was nice and warm, in fact too warm.
I never made it to the first half, dear Reader. Promptly passing out in the crowd. Hubby was very good leaving the match straight away to get me to the first-aid box. The doctor came to look at me, except he didn't he made straight for the window and kept on watching the match. So I was left in the good hands of an elderly St John Ambulance man, who was very concerned about me and thought it was my blood sugars so kindly gave me a sweet.
Now remember dear Reader at the time I was nineteen and I was out with the boyfriend so I could not possibly tell them the real reason why I had fainted could I? But I did put a stop to the kind man's request for an ambulance. Thinking that would be pushing it too far. So hubby had to leave the match early to take me home; the doctor never checked me over, never leaving the window, or leaving the match viewing; which looking back now I am glad, or I would have been wasting his time too.
Now onesies are everywhere, I avoid them now--just looking at them makes me break out in a hot sweat!
Evening all x x x
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