Thursday, 26 January 2006
Blame my dad.....
....he did this to me, he thinks it's funny, he's obsessed with my ears, I can't think why........someone should tell him it's unkind to mock the afflicted!
Wednesday, 25 January 2006
Was it really only four years.......
....ago today that my life changed so dramatically? It seems like a whole other life now, a whole lifetime away, I can't imagine my life was any other way than it is right now, but it was.
For me the events 25th January 2002 in my little life were very significant, they were good and bad for differing reasons but the decision had to be made and whilst most, had they known, would probably have thought me mad/cruel/stupid/misguided etc. etc. I knew, probably for the first time in my life, that I was making the right decision for me..... and ultimately for the others involved.
I am still sorry for those I hurt, I still wish there had been some other way but sometimes there is no real choice, other than to take the path in life we know we need too, despite the fallout.
Those of you who know me well might know already to what significant event in my life I am referring, those who don't may think my decision bad, wrong, unkind or immoral, some may have been on the receiving end of what I did or been in my position and know how hard it was to bite the bullet and go against everything I had believed previously in my life. For myself I have experienced it from both sides, maybe that made it harder, maybe knowing how I had been hurt years before made it more difficult to do it to someone else but I had, probably for the first time in my life, to do what was right for me, regardless of the consequences and against my usual moral code, for want of a better term.
This day four years ago my life changed in an instant, beyond recognition, and I was as scared as hell, it felt almost like I had jumped off a cliff, I had no real idea what would happen next or when I would hit the ground, but I had to jump, and jump I did.
January 25th 2002 I left my then husband, for a man I had never yet met, who lived 400 miles away.
The fallout was difficult, it was always going to be. I had always tried to live my life the 'right way' until that point. I knew I would cause hurt, I knew many of those who knew me would think I had gone mad or taken leave of my senses, friends I had would turn their backs on me and others would disapprove strongly. Had anyone told me years earlier the course I would choose I would have laughed at them, I didn't 'do' things like that but life changes, we change. Judge me as you will, as hard as it was, I knew, for the first time in my life, what I had to do.
For me the events 25th January 2002 in my little life were very significant, they were good and bad for differing reasons but the decision had to be made and whilst most, had they known, would probably have thought me mad/cruel/stupid/misguided etc. etc. I knew, probably for the first time in my life, that I was making the right decision for me..... and ultimately for the others involved.
I am still sorry for those I hurt, I still wish there had been some other way but sometimes there is no real choice, other than to take the path in life we know we need too, despite the fallout.
Those of you who know me well might know already to what significant event in my life I am referring, those who don't may think my decision bad, wrong, unkind or immoral, some may have been on the receiving end of what I did or been in my position and know how hard it was to bite the bullet and go against everything I had believed previously in my life. For myself I have experienced it from both sides, maybe that made it harder, maybe knowing how I had been hurt years before made it more difficult to do it to someone else but I had, probably for the first time in my life, to do what was right for me, regardless of the consequences and against my usual moral code, for want of a better term.
This day four years ago my life changed in an instant, beyond recognition, and I was as scared as hell, it felt almost like I had jumped off a cliff, I had no real idea what would happen next or when I would hit the ground, but I had to jump, and jump I did.
January 25th 2002 I left my then husband, for a man I had never yet met, who lived 400 miles away.
The fallout was difficult, it was always going to be. I had always tried to live my life the 'right way' until that point. I knew I would cause hurt, I knew many of those who knew me would think I had gone mad or taken leave of my senses, friends I had would turn their backs on me and others would disapprove strongly. Had anyone told me years earlier the course I would choose I would have laughed at them, I didn't 'do' things like that but life changes, we change. Judge me as you will, as hard as it was, I knew, for the first time in my life, what I had to do.
This is getting way beyond a joke!
You guessed it, or maybe you didn't but anyone who is familiar with my carrying's on here will know that things are not always as they should be where my internet connection is concerned, and yes, yet again my broadband connection has 'done the off'!!! Arggghhhh. Give me strength!
So again, it has been phone calls to the incredibly rude and inept Wanadoo overnight and all morning to get precisely nowhere. The first time it took months, the second failure, which was only last November took three weeks of battles and £80 of phone calls to get sorted and this time Lord only knows, it's anyone's guess.
Looks like I'm gonna have to pay for a dreaded dial-up again. Grrrrrrrr.
More later but for now I'm way too miffed to articulate coherently, I have a hospital appointment to attend and I am still waiting for Wanadoo's 'techie' (the term is used extremely loosely here) to call me back....likely another long wait!
FFS!
So again, it has been phone calls to the incredibly rude and inept Wanadoo overnight and all morning to get precisely nowhere. The first time it took months, the second failure, which was only last November took three weeks of battles and £80 of phone calls to get sorted and this time Lord only knows, it's anyone's guess.
Looks like I'm gonna have to pay for a dreaded dial-up again. Grrrrrrrr.
More later but for now I'm way too miffed to articulate coherently, I have a hospital appointment to attend and I am still waiting for Wanadoo's 'techie' (the term is used extremely loosely here) to call me back....likely another long wait!
FFS!
Tuesday, 24 January 2006
Bonsai cat!
I may not have caught 'madam', scaling the doors on video yet, that one will require her to be allowed to hone her climbing claws a little sharper again, having made them 'trimmed' temporarily, and for some rapid response on my part, this activity is carried out at hight speed..... but I have managed to catch her doing her level best to destroy my much cared for bonsai!
Apologies for the quality, I don't have a dedicated video camera but you get the gist.........oh, and the 'sound effects' are her little tail causing yet more destruction behind her!
Bonsai cat!
Video sent by gemmak
You may need to click the video title link if the 'play' button fails to do it's job, there seems to be an intermittent problem that either myself or the service provider have yet to iron out!.
Apologies for the quality, I don't have a dedicated video camera but you get the gist.........oh, and the 'sound effects' are her little tail causing yet more destruction behind her!
Bonsai cat!
Video sent by gemmak
You may need to click the video title link if the 'play' button fails to do it's job, there seems to be an intermittent problem that either myself or the service provider have yet to iron out!.
Monday, 23 January 2006
The Gods of golf
As has been documented here on previous occasions I am what is commonly termed a 'golf widow', that is to say, come hell of high water PG can be found on a course somewhere most of the time.
He of course would dispute this small point, as men do in these situations, but believe me, he is renowned for his attendance levels and it is in part why he tolerates the negative aspects of his job, because the positive is that his shift pattern allows him to get on a course at least 4 days a week, under normal circumstances.
However, none of this presents a problem, what does present a problem is his 'misfortune' yesterday during one of thesechase a ball around a field golfing excursions.
He arrived home looking distinctly dejected. The bats, balls and miscellaneous, multifarious paraphernalia required for this pursuit are not cheap, in fact it puts the cost of this little set up I inhabit in the shade, to the best of my knowledge.
It was thus that he had a hang dog expression when he walked through the door. I assumed that this meant a 'bad round' had been had..... but no, it was worse,(is there anything worse?), in his hand was a nine iron, apparently an indispensable bat......and it was in two pieces, broken in half, midway down the shaft, completely and utterly defunct!
These bats I might add, are not trashy things they are Callaway if you please, I wastrying not to giggle shocked, I can tell you.....for even they could not withstand the 'PG effect'.
It would appear that the golfing God's had not been smiling on him yesterday.
I was regaled with the whole sad tale of how he had misjudged a swing somewhat and had, in his swing through (or whatever they call it), belted the living daylights out of a tree trunk! 'Crack'...one nine iron decimated! Gah! The man plays off a decent handicap, what is going on there?
I am assured that this incident was not the result of a sudden moment of anger but hey....if any of you have ever watched a group of guys on a golf course mess it up, you will know only too well that anger is seemingly all part of it, this golf stuff is a very serious business, a less than perfect round dictates the mood of the remainder of any given day!
Please don't ask the cost or the complication of getting a repair, I promise you this is not a straightforward as one might imagine......do I look surprised?
He of course would dispute this small point, as men do in these situations, but believe me, he is renowned for his attendance levels and it is in part why he tolerates the negative aspects of his job, because the positive is that his shift pattern allows him to get on a course at least 4 days a week, under normal circumstances.However, none of this presents a problem, what does present a problem is his 'misfortune' yesterday during one of these
He arrived home looking distinctly dejected. The bats, balls and miscellaneous, multifarious paraphernalia required for this pursuit are not cheap, in fact it puts the cost of this little set up I inhabit in the shade, to the best of my knowledge.
It was thus that he had a hang dog expression when he walked through the door. I assumed that this meant a 'bad round' had been had..... but no, it was worse,(is there anything worse?), in his hand was a nine iron, apparently an indispensable bat......and it was in two pieces, broken in half, midway down the shaft, completely and utterly defunct!
These bats I might add, are not trashy things they are Callaway if you please, I was
It would appear that the golfing God's had not been smiling on him yesterday.
I was regaled with the whole sad tale of how he had misjudged a swing somewhat and had, in his swing through (or whatever they call it), belted the living daylights out of a tree trunk! 'Crack'...one nine iron decimated! Gah! The man plays off a decent handicap, what is going on there?
I am assured that this incident was not the result of a sudden moment of anger but hey....if any of you have ever watched a group of guys on a golf course mess it up, you will know only too well that anger is seemingly all part of it, this golf stuff is a very serious business, a less than perfect round dictates the mood of the remainder of any given day!
Please don't ask the cost or the complication of getting a repair, I promise you this is not a straightforward as one might imagine......do I look surprised?
Sunday, 22 January 2006
Growing up and playing up
At four months old her advancing age has not calmed Tilly any, precisely the reverse! Now instead of a tiny wee kitten hurtling about the place at break neck speed we have a much larger, though still small cat, bowling into, climbing up and falling off, everything. The damage left in her wake is proportionately greater too!
New additions to her 'feline hobbies' include anything involving water, be that the bathroom hand basin at every attempt to use it, the kitchen sink, with no consideration for it's contents, her water bowl which she upends all over the floor for a game and any running tap....no matter the temperature of the water coming from it.
Water baby
Her nose biting antics at what she dictates is 'getting up time', usually about 5.30 am have increased to include cheek nibbling, she scales the doors like spider man if we don't keep her claws clipped and her short lifetime fascination for computers (like mother like daughter) has cost two sets of speakers in three days and makes it almost impossible for PG to use the laptop for her little head being placed firmly in his line of view!
eBay for cats.
She remains mostly in her natural state of nocturnal-ness, choosing to sleep for most of the day and then springing into action in the late evening just when we humans are considering chilling a little. She is a scream, a constant cause of amusement though I have never encountered a kitten quite so manic and just now and then an 'off' button would be helpful.
PG is convinced that if we search through her little furry coat long enough we will find three sixes 'tattooed' somewhere about her!
New additions to her 'feline hobbies' include anything involving water, be that the bathroom hand basin at every attempt to use it, the kitchen sink, with no consideration for it's contents, her water bowl which she upends all over the floor for a game and any running tap....no matter the temperature of the water coming from it.
Her nose biting antics at what she dictates is 'getting up time', usually about 5.30 am have increased to include cheek nibbling, she scales the doors like spider man if we don't keep her claws clipped and her short lifetime fascination for computers (like mother like daughter) has cost two sets of speakers in three days and makes it almost impossible for PG to use the laptop for her little head being placed firmly in his line of view!
She remains mostly in her natural state of nocturnal-ness, choosing to sleep for most of the day and then springing into action in the late evening just when we humans are considering chilling a little. She is a scream, a constant cause of amusement though I have never encountered a kitten quite so manic and just now and then an 'off' button would be helpful.
PG is convinced that if we search through her little furry coat long enough we will find three sixes 'tattooed' somewhere about her!
Saturday, 21 January 2006
Please can I utter profanities?
Today, rather than be in gainful employment as I should be I managed an unscheduled day off, well to me more precise it may well turn into more than the one.
This is not a good situation, don't get me wrong, I am far from adverse to days off as you well know, the 'day job' is not my pastime of choice, quite the reverse but it does pay the bills and it does get me out of my usual 'state of hermit' for a few days a week.
As I said, this was unscheduled, I am off sick but I am not 'sick' in the usual sense of the word, that is to say, I am not suffering one of the many obnoxious bugs that attack us so readily in the winter months, what I am instead is a victim of that law that would seem to chase me through my life here and there......sods law!
For last night, as I prepared for an early night in preparation of my 5 am Saturday start, Tilly and Sod's law joined forces with great aplomb to create an incident of annoying proportions!
As I walked from the kitchen to the living room, hands full of one thing and another, 'madam' appeared from nowhere at high speed and positioned herself squarely under my feet. The ensuing debacle was likely quite comedic for any onlooker but thankfully there was only PG taking front row in the audience as in an instant, in my endeavors not to stand with my full weight in the middle of her little kitten back which was where my foot was headed I instead found myself in mid air crashing to the floor in a most ungainly and painful heap!
This is the point at which sod's law took over and rather than fall on the side of my body that is not currently suffering the aggravations of this Hyper mobility hoo ha, it dictated that it was precisely that side of my body I did land on, hip, ankle, knee,arm, the whole bloody lot and to add insult to injury I hit my head on the way down too!
So, that's me, if I wasn't hurting before I damn well am now, I'm hobbling like an old bint, I still have a headache from the battering my bonce took, I have some particularly attractive bruises brewing and I don't get paid when I'm off work sick.
Oh happy happy days!
This is not a good situation, don't get me wrong, I am far from adverse to days off as you well know, the 'day job' is not my pastime of choice, quite the reverse but it does pay the bills and it does get me out of my usual 'state of hermit' for a few days a week.
As I said, this was unscheduled, I am off sick but I am not 'sick' in the usual sense of the word, that is to say, I am not suffering one of the many obnoxious bugs that attack us so readily in the winter months, what I am instead is a victim of that law that would seem to chase me through my life here and there......sods law!
For last night, as I prepared for an early night in preparation of my 5 am Saturday start, Tilly and Sod's law joined forces with great aplomb to create an incident of annoying proportions!
As I walked from the kitchen to the living room, hands full of one thing and another, 'madam' appeared from nowhere at high speed and positioned herself squarely under my feet. The ensuing debacle was likely quite comedic for any onlooker but thankfully there was only PG taking front row in the audience as in an instant, in my endeavors not to stand with my full weight in the middle of her little kitten back which was where my foot was headed I instead found myself in mid air crashing to the floor in a most ungainly and painful heap!
This is the point at which sod's law took over and rather than fall on the side of my body that is not currently suffering the aggravations of this Hyper mobility hoo ha, it dictated that it was precisely that side of my body I did land on, hip, ankle, knee,arm, the whole bloody lot and to add insult to injury I hit my head on the way down too!
So, that's me, if I wasn't hurting before I damn well am now, I'm hobbling like an old bint, I still have a headache from the battering my bonce took, I have some particularly attractive bruises brewing and I don't get paid when I'm off work sick.
Oh happy happy days!
Friday, 20 January 2006
Yayyy, I am officially not old!
Yesterday's visit to see a physiotherapist who was to attend to my arthritic bits resulted in two things.
The first was the inevitable pulling, bending and stretching of my legs into inhuman positions, the second was far more acceptable....the opinion of the attending torturer that I don't have arthritis afterall! This has yet to be confirmed of course but it is her opinion that I have something called Hypermobility syndrome. I'm not entirely sure if that's a good or a bad thing but relative to some case histories I have read I seem only have it reasonably mildly, so I am treating it as a good thing and at least one doesn't have to be old to get it!! In fact I have had it all my life apparently but because I was a gymnast and because I did a very physical job for years the muscles surrounding the joints were strong enough to keep them in place.
However, the last few years of sitting like a big pudding infront of this machine have of course resulted in weaker muscles, hence the recent appearance of the symptoms.
The result is much the same, it hurts, I have to undergo a few tests to determine the diagnosis, I have to exercise (sheesh), I have to wear a damn brace on my left wrist (double sheesh, I'm left handed), yes, I have carpal tunnel syndrome too it seems, though how that explains a tingly foot too I don't know..... and I have to remove my rear from it's parked position on this this seat at least once an hour for five minutes!
Hells bells, do the medical profession have any idea just what they are asking there?!! Move from this machine? Me? Heavens above, a complete lifestyle change then!
The first was the inevitable pulling, bending and stretching of my legs into inhuman positions, the second was far more acceptable....the opinion of the attending torturer that I don't have arthritis afterall! This has yet to be confirmed of course but it is her opinion that I have something called Hypermobility syndrome. I'm not entirely sure if that's a good or a bad thing but relative to some case histories I have read I seem only have it reasonably mildly, so I am treating it as a good thing and at least one doesn't have to be old to get it!! In fact I have had it all my life apparently but because I was a gymnast and because I did a very physical job for years the muscles surrounding the joints were strong enough to keep them in place.
However, the last few years of sitting like a big pudding infront of this machine have of course resulted in weaker muscles, hence the recent appearance of the symptoms.
The result is much the same, it hurts, I have to undergo a few tests to determine the diagnosis, I have to exercise (sheesh), I have to wear a damn brace on my left wrist (double sheesh, I'm left handed), yes, I have carpal tunnel syndrome too it seems, though how that explains a tingly foot too I don't know..... and I have to remove my rear from it's parked position on this this seat at least once an hour for five minutes!
Hells bells, do the medical profession have any idea just what they are asking there?!! Move from this machine? Me? Heavens above, a complete lifestyle change then!
One less worry?
As someone who rarely has her mobile phone unstuck from her ear, this report is perhaps comforting....though of course there will be another research project published any day now resulting in exactly the opposite findings!
Twas ever thus.......at some point some body of medical researchers will profess that just about everything results in some horrendous ailment....best we just go about our business and take most of it with a large pinch of salt.
I'm off now for some breakfast eggs.....remind me, are they harbourers of salmonella today or was that yesterday?
Twas ever thus.......at some point some body of medical researchers will profess that just about everything results in some horrendous ailment....best we just go about our business and take most of it with a large pinch of salt.
I'm off now for some breakfast eggs.....remind me, are they harbourers of salmonella today or was that yesterday?
Thursday, 19 January 2006
I can't deny it any longer......
....I am getting old and I am feeling none too chuffed at the realisation!
Old is relative I suppose, in comparison to Tutankhamen let's say, I am but a mere stripling but my wee body is feeling particularly decrepit of late and for me that begins to signify old.
I may still be supple but that is merely down to a natural 'strangeness' in my joints and a childhood and adolescence spent as a gymnast, nothing has yet begun it's gradual 'journey south' but the reason there is only because there is not enough of any part of me to be tempted by gravity and I may still be able to sustain rapid enough leg movement to catch and apprehend a shoplifter occasionally but believe me, today is a very significant day in the 'gemmak is getting old' situation!
And what had cause today to be of heinous significance?.....today, for the first time I have to attend hospital for physiotherapy on what has, courtesy of the very same gymnastic early years, become a knackered left side. Yup, no longer can I ignore it, I am getting old.....the arthritis in my left shoulder, hip, knee and hand (Gah I'm freaking left handed) has become enough of an aggravation to require treatment, this is not good, I am not pleased, I am very dischuffed!
Lord knows what this will involve, doubtless my sore bits will be prodded and poked, I will be pulled into unnatural positions and made to exercise, I don't relish this trip, I suspect that into the bargain I will be chastised for sitting cross legged at this machine for hours on end (well I'm too short for my legs to hit the floor and see the monitor through the correct part of my specs, more proof of old, and cross legged is strangely comfortable anyways) and finally I fear I will be reminded that it is 'my age'.
I am only too well aware that it is my bloody age, that is precisely the problem! Age as a number doesn't concern me, age as a state of bodily bits becoming defunct does! I am told I am relatively young for my hip to be in it's current condition, so much for the childhood of healthy exercise, the constant and extreme pummelling of gymnastics may have been good for the heart and lungs etc. but it sure as hell ain't good for the joints!
Young I may be for this physiological state but it still makes me feel old!
Ah well, best I get used to it.......
fffbbbppppptt!
Old is relative I suppose, in comparison to Tutankhamen let's say, I am but a mere stripling but my wee body is feeling particularly decrepit of late and for me that begins to signify old.
I may still be supple but that is merely down to a natural 'strangeness' in my joints and a childhood and adolescence spent as a gymnast, nothing has yet begun it's gradual 'journey south' but the reason there is only because there is not enough of any part of me to be tempted by gravity and I may still be able to sustain rapid enough leg movement to catch and apprehend a shoplifter occasionally but believe me, today is a very significant day in the 'gemmak is getting old' situation!
And what had cause today to be of heinous significance?.....today, for the first time I have to attend hospital for physiotherapy on what has, courtesy of the very same gymnastic early years, become a knackered left side. Yup, no longer can I ignore it, I am getting old.....the arthritis in my left shoulder, hip, knee and hand (Gah I'm freaking left handed) has become enough of an aggravation to require treatment, this is not good, I am not pleased, I am very dischuffed!
Lord knows what this will involve, doubtless my sore bits will be prodded and poked, I will be pulled into unnatural positions and made to exercise, I don't relish this trip, I suspect that into the bargain I will be chastised for sitting cross legged at this machine for hours on end (well I'm too short for my legs to hit the floor and see the monitor through the correct part of my specs, more proof of old, and cross legged is strangely comfortable anyways) and finally I fear I will be reminded that it is 'my age'.
I am only too well aware that it is my bloody age, that is precisely the problem! Age as a number doesn't concern me, age as a state of bodily bits becoming defunct does! I am told I am relatively young for my hip to be in it's current condition, so much for the childhood of healthy exercise, the constant and extreme pummelling of gymnastics may have been good for the heart and lungs etc. but it sure as hell ain't good for the joints!
Young I may be for this physiological state but it still makes me feel old!
Ah well, best I get used to it.......
fffbbbppppptt!
Wednesday, 18 January 2006
Four things meme
It's been quite some time since anyone tagged me with a meme.........
We have Shephards Alley to thank for this one. ;o)
Four Things You Love About Spring
1. Azaleas
2. Tilly will be old enough to go outside and run off some energy!
3. Lighter evenings
4. The fact that it's nearly my birthday.
Four Things You Love About Summer
1. The sun! Some hope.
2. Watching things grow on my balcony (no garden).
3. I always get to go to my parents.
4. Big Brother (sorry)
Four Things You Love About Autumn
1. The 'cozy' feeling of darker evenings.
2. TV improved marginally
3. The anticipation that soon there might be snow!
4. Kids go back to school.
Four Things You Love about Winter
1. SNOW!
2. I don't need an excuse to be a hermit.
3. The anticipation of Christmas.
4. Having a bath rather than a shower...don't ask, as winter arrives I just seem to gravitate to the bath.
Four U.S. Cities that YouÂ’d Visit in a Heartbeat
New York, Omaha, Las Vegas, Beverly Hills, I know that's not a city but hey...my geography is poor!
Four Funniest Movies (in no partic. order)
I don't 'do' funny movies.
Four Tear-Jerkers (in no partic. order)
The Color Purple, Ghost....damn I'm stuck...ok, I don't really 'do' movies at all!
Four Most Romantic Songs
1. Wind beneath my wings ~ Bette Midler
2. The way we were ~ Gladys Knight
3. Run ~ Whitney Houston
4. I knew I loved you (before I met you) ~ Savage Garden
Four Songs That Make You Happy
1. Angel ~ Robbie
2. I was only joking ~ Rod Stewart
3. Hotel California ~ Eagles
4. Freebird ~ Lynnard Skynnard (sp?)
Four Favorite Singers/Groups (in no order)
Katie Melua, George Michael (sorry, again), Lighthouse Family, Robbie.
Four All-Time Favorite TV Shows
1.Coronationn Street
2. Poldark
3. Casualty
4. Bad Girls
Four Things You Love About Where You Live
1. The view
2. The wind
3. It's 'cat safe'
4. The people
Four Things You Don't Like About Where You Live
1. Lack of facilities
2. No anonymity
3. Having to have sat TV to receive a signal at all.
4. The 'odd' guy that lives in the flat below us.
Four Favorite Meals
1. Anything with fried rice.
2. Anything I don't have to cook.
3. Seafood Salad
4. Soup & a great Sandwich.
And, this is the fun bit, the people who I will likely fall foul of by tagging are:
Lisa, Fletch ( I bet ya don't do it!), Kitty, Dale and Paddy.
We have Shephards Alley to thank for this one. ;o)
Four Things You Love About Spring
1. Azaleas
2. Tilly will be old enough to go outside and run off some energy!
3. Lighter evenings
4. The fact that it's nearly my birthday.
Four Things You Love About Summer
1. The sun! Some hope.
2. Watching things grow on my balcony (no garden).
3. I always get to go to my parents.
4. Big Brother (sorry)
Four Things You Love About Autumn
1. The 'cozy' feeling of darker evenings.
2. TV improved marginally
3. The anticipation that soon there might be snow!
4. Kids go back to school.
Four Things You Love about Winter
1. SNOW!
2. I don't need an excuse to be a hermit.
3. The anticipation of Christmas.
4. Having a bath rather than a shower...don't ask, as winter arrives I just seem to gravitate to the bath.
Four U.S. Cities that YouÂ’d Visit in a Heartbeat
New York, Omaha, Las Vegas, Beverly Hills, I know that's not a city but hey...my geography is poor!
Four Funniest Movies (in no partic. order)
I don't 'do' funny movies.
Four Tear-Jerkers (in no partic. order)
The Color Purple, Ghost....damn I'm stuck...ok, I don't really 'do' movies at all!
Four Most Romantic Songs
1. Wind beneath my wings ~ Bette Midler
2. The way we were ~ Gladys Knight
3. Run ~ Whitney Houston
4. I knew I loved you (before I met you) ~ Savage Garden
Four Songs That Make You Happy
1. Angel ~ Robbie
2. I was only joking ~ Rod Stewart
3. Hotel California ~ Eagles
4. Freebird ~ Lynnard Skynnard (sp?)
Four Favorite Singers/Groups (in no order)
Katie Melua, George Michael (sorry, again), Lighthouse Family, Robbie.
Four All-Time Favorite TV Shows
1.Coronationn Street
2. Poldark
3. Casualty
4. Bad Girls
Four Things You Love About Where You Live
1. The view
2. The wind
3. It's 'cat safe'
4. The people
Four Things You Don't Like About Where You Live
1. Lack of facilities
2. No anonymity
3. Having to have sat TV to receive a signal at all.
4. The 'odd' guy that lives in the flat below us.
Four Favorite Meals
1. Anything with fried rice.
2. Anything I don't have to cook.
3. Seafood Salad
4. Soup & a great Sandwich.
And, this is the fun bit, the people who I will likely fall foul of by tagging are:
Lisa, Fletch ( I bet ya don't do it!), Kitty, Dale and Paddy.
Tuesday, 17 January 2006
The first day of the week?
Well, that's as clear as mud still.
Thank you all for your comments on the 'Sunday Monday' question, it seems about an equal split in opinion but of course I will deem myself the winner of this little argument!
I consider the first day of the week a Sunday, calendars and diaries begin on a Sunday, my salary is calculated Sunday to Saturday and well, it just is that Sunday is the first day!
PG of course would give you an alternative set of reasons for it being a Monday but hey, this is my blog! heh.
*EDIT:
What I am considering the definative arguement to support my theory has kindly been dropped here in my comments, courtesy of Pusher Robot. I may not understand every last word of it but it sounds damn convincing. ;o)
Thank you all for your comments on the 'Sunday Monday' question, it seems about an equal split in opinion but of course I will deem myself the winner of this little argument!
I consider the first day of the week a Sunday, calendars and diaries begin on a Sunday, my salary is calculated Sunday to Saturday and well, it just is that Sunday is the first day!
PG of course would give you an alternative set of reasons for it being a Monday but hey, this is my blog! heh.
*EDIT:
What I am considering the definative arguement to support my theory has kindly been dropped here in my comments, courtesy of Pusher Robot. I may not understand every last word of it but it sounds damn convincing. ;o)
Breakfast time!
As is evident Tilly has not yet honed her table manners and has no consideration whatsoever for the waste her 'breakfasting' creates!
Hmmm....is porridge good for cats too?
Anyone for coffee?
There must be an easier way!
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