Friday, 28 December 2007

The unexpected guest

This not-going-to-work lark is playing havoc with my brain. I keep forgetting what the day is. Today I was convinced it was Thursday. Dur, it's Friday. I know that now, as my mother has informed me. Anyone else experiencing the same problem?
But I didn't forgot it was my nan's birthday today. Off to her care home we went, weighed down with presents, flowers and cake. There were three generations of family by her side - her daughters, her daughters daughters and son, and her daughters daughters children. My nan kept nodding off but we all done our utmost best to make her birthday as special as possible.
While we are on the subject of birthdays (again) it was my friend Helen's yesterday and my friend Claire's the other day.
Last night I caught up with Helen to wish her many happy returns of the day, and pass on another home-made card and gift. Nibbles were eaten and wine was drank. And it was great to see my other dear friends during the Christmas period.
And hey, you'll never guess who else turned up to join in with the birthday celebrations?! The photographs below may hold the vital key to the unexpected guest. The unexpected guest who ate and drank far too much, and as a result felt rather queasy. Shame on him for being so greedy!
Judging by the look of the last picture, he isn't sure what day of the week it is either.


Nice grub!

Oh dear.

Tuesday, 25 December 2007

Happy 25th of December

Merry Christmas everybody! I hope you all had a splendid day.
Apparently, I read in a national newspaper, the average person gains eight pounds over the Christmas period. I've probably put on twice as much as that today alone. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating, but I have eaten well.
After opening presents with my parents this morning, I had a bar of chocolate from my 'selection box' for breakfast. How nutritious was that?!
Chocolate eaten, and some great presents opened - a bed for my dolls house, a gym top (the treadmill is calling me!), a couple of cook books and a 'how to photograph absolutely everything' book etc etc, we visited my nan in her care home.
Her face beamed at us when we walked in. We helped her open her presents and sang along to the background music. Thank goodness she is out of hospital (she broke her hip not long ago), as spending Christmas day visiting her in hospital was quite a daunting prospect. Last year she broke her arm and Christmas day was spent by her hospital bed. Anyone who has seen a loved one in hospital on Christmas day will know how sad it can feel.
After spending time with my nan and leaving safe in the knowledge that she was about to eat her Christmas dinner, my mother, father and I, went home for ours. It was delicious. Turkey, sausages, roast potatoes, stuffing and vegetables were piled high on our plates. Followed by a moist and fruity Christmas pudding.
Dinner was digested, and the next stop was my aunts house where my other aunt, uncle and cousins were.
How lucky I am to have such a loving family to spend Christmas day with. More presents were opened, and I was over the moon with my 'George Michael, the biography' book.
Then it was tea time! Cold meats, quiche, salad and a selection of cheeses. With a choice of cheesecake, chocolate log, fruit cake or banoffee pie for dessert. See what I mean?!
I'm home now, wearing my new leopard print pyjamas and piggie slippers, tasteful is not a word I would use to describe myself tonight. Charlie Chaplin is on the television and a box of 'quality street' are staring me in the face. But I couldn't possibly eat anything else. Or maybe just a tiny weeny strawberry cream? No, I can't! I have to go to bed pronto and stop eating.
Sweet (strawberry cream) dreams everybody.

Pictures of the day:

The tree in my house.

For Kate.

For Jyankee.

Friday, 21 December 2007


Zip-A-Dee-Do-Da Zippadee-ay, my oh my, what a wonderful day! Because it’s Friday, it’s my last day in the office until 2008, it’s pay day, and my cold has nearly gone! I think these are good enough reasons to be in a joyful mood.
I hope everyone else is happy?

I have been working at the speed of light today, to make up for being absent from the office yesterday afternoon.
We had our team lunch at a pizza place, handy location, within walking distance from the office. No prizes for guessing what I ordered - pizza. An Americana pizza to be precise, and it was very tasty. Although the knives were far too blunt (it was hard work cutting that pizza) and I had to ask the waitress to turn the heater down as I kept having hot flushes. I wasn’t the only one though, everyone turned a delicate shade of red, as a result of the boiling room temperature.
As well as lots of tempting pizzas on the menu, the menu boasted that famous diners such as the Marx Brothers, Mickey Rooney and Liberace had graced the restaurant with their presence. Alas, yesterday it was a celebrity free restaurant, there was just us lot from the 3rd floor.
After Pizza, we decided a visit to the pub was required, and a darts match would be fun. We all had to choose a bogus name for the match, so I decided I was 'The Careless Whisperer'. (I can hear the groans, as I’ve incorporated George into my life again!)
But I became too preoccupied with my wine, and with chatting, and didn’t actually throw one single dart. With my eye sight, it was probably just as well.
I had another pizza in the evening, not that I’m complaining, a girl can never have too much pizza (or shoes and bags). This time I ate it in the company of my friend Eve, as it was her birthday. Keeping up the home-made card tradition, I made her card and bought her a purse, which she requested. We watched Hairspray on DVD, which was the ideal light entertainment film. I must say, John Travolta was very convincing as a woman.
And here I am, back at my desk, about to tuck into a gingerbread Christmas tree, courtesy of Someone in the office.
Only another half day to go. But don’t worry, I’ll be blogging from my lap top at home, you don’t get rid of me that easily!

Happy Friday everyone!

After the pizza.

The gingerbread Christmas tree.

Tuesday, 18 December 2007

You can call me Rudolph

“Achoo!” That was me sneezing by the way, in case you were wondering. I’ve felt rather run down the past couple of days.
In an ideal world, I would be able to stay in bed, or on the sofa, dosed up with medication, a box of tissues for company, and watching children’s television. I’m sorry to say, this is not an ideal world, and it’s one of my busiest times in the office EVER due to the yearly publication. Plus (I may have mentioned this before) my not-so-new boss waltzed off to Australia for a whole month, leaving me to hold the production fort. So I'm soldiering on.
I do realise that people on the trains and in the office must be cursing me and my germs, but I have to ensure the yearly publication is sent to print per schedule.
Mind you, I can’t win at home either, my mother and father keep giving each other worrying looks every time I cough/sneeze/blow my nose. For it was only last night my mother said, “If I catch that, I shall go mad!”
I can’t help being under the weather! Believe me, if I had a choice, I would rather be fighting fit and running a marathon (or maybe I should stick to eating a marathon, ha, ha. (Oh hang on, they're called Snickers bars now. I'm a little behind the times.)
What’s a girl to do? I have to live somewhere, and I have to get my work done. So, pardon my germs, I am trying to keep them to myself.
I've even cancelled two prior engagements. And I never cancel on anyone, even if my leg was hanging off, I would probably still keep my word and show my face.
However, I do realise that a week before Christmas people would prefer you to explain that you have a cold, rather than turn up, sneeze and splutter all over them, and therefore pass your illness on - in time for Christmas day.
So it's vitamin c galore in my house now, and I'm surrounded by lemsips, strepsils and tissues. Crikey, I have just caught a glimpse of my nose in the mirror. You should see the colour of it! You can call me Rudolph (the red nosed reindeer). How festive I look.

Picture of the day:

Present time.

Monday, 17 December 2007

The colours of friendship

How honoured do I feel? The answer is - very. On Friday, before I ran out the door to meet my friend Chamelle for birthday drinks, (yep, another birthday) I took a peep at my favourite blogs. It was when I read
I discovered that I’d been given an award! ‘The colours of friendship’ award, which I would like to say a huge thank you for. It definitely put a smile on my face and a spring in my step!
I am proudly displaying the award, and I am passing it on to all the folks out there who read my blog and take the time out of their busy lives to post me a comment. It wouldn’t be the same without you!

So, I’m passing it on to:

Thanks again for kindly passing this onto me.

This is the first chance I’ve had to write since Friday. After receiving my award (listen to me, you'd think I'd been to The Oscars) I met my pal Chamelle, and a couple of her friends, for a birthday celebration.
Apparently, according to The News, the weekend just gone was the worst weekend of the year for drunken accidents. This being due to the fact it was the most popular weekend for Christmas get-togethers and office Christmas parties. And, right on cue, our first image of the night was a girl slumped on the pavement, sprayed in her own sick. Luckily she wasn’t on her own, her friends were standing around, trying to work out what to do with her.
I can honestly say that I have never done that, nor do I have any intentions of doing that.
Our evening contained yabbering on the red sofa in a busy bar, with a little boogie and a few glasses of wine. It was great to see my pal, who I met one fateful day at a certain publishing house, and after playing a few tricks on each other, we’ve been faithful friends ever since.
Please join me in raising your glass to friendship and friendship awards!

Picture of the day:

A selection of Christmas cards that I have made (for my friends)

Thursday, 13 December 2007

Jack Frost and the photocopier

Shh. Don’t tell anyone why I was late for work this morning. It was only a mere six minutes after all, and I will make the time up, you can be sure of that.
After snoozing, and then realising there was no snoozing left, I reluctantly got out of bed, and pulled back the curtains. My, look at the outside world, I thought. It’s covered in a blanket of frost. How pretty everything looked. Although I made a mental note to walk to the station wearing a hat, gloves and scarf. Not just a hat, gloves and scarf, that would be plain silly. A girl needs other items of clothing.
After hurriedly washing, dressing, and eating, I opened my front door, knowing I would have to walk as fast as my little legs would carry me, so I could catch my designated train.
But I got distracted. My camera came out, and I started snapping away at the snow flakes which were sprinkled on the streets and in the gardens. Even a spiders web looked pretty!
So that you don’t feel left out, and feel part of my journey to the station, I have attached the photographs below. (See how thoughtful I am!)
When I arrived at the office, I realised today was not a good day to be six minutes late. My yearly review was sprung on me by my not-so-new manager, who is off to Australia tomorrow.
Forms were filled in, objectives were set, and forms were photocopied.
Has anybody else out there got photo copying phobia? The photocopier in the office could be mistaken for a small air craft. It copies, it faxes, it prints, it scans, it lights up, and everyone has their own personal code to use it. And I’m sure one day it will start churning out cups of coffees, making cheese rolls, and then take off into space.
But whenever I go near it, it jams. The paper gets stuck, the warning sign comes on, and I waste far too much time trying to figure out where the jam is, and wondering why this is happening to me. Today was no exception. The air was blue, my foot was itching to kick it, and everyone in the office was giving me a wide berth.
I finally photocopied my forms and had my yearly review. I’d say it went reasonably well, and next year I will be able to take a more active part with the design side of production, because my Apple Mac will be upgraded (again) and I shall be attending as many training courses as physically possible. Let’s hope I can receive a pay rise too!

I have to go now, as I have a meeting with my not-so-new manager before she jets off to Australia for a month. Me, jealous? Of course I’m not. I’m also a big, fat liar. Of course I’m jealous!
Oh well. I hope you are all having a productive and enjoyable day. And remember, if faced with a photocopier, do not, under any circumstances, let it get the better of you! It's only a machine, after all.

Pictures of the day:

One frosty morning.

Wednesday, 12 December 2007

Who am I?

How many 2008 calendars does a girl need? I have four. It’s not as if I keep buying them and forgetting I already I have one (I’m not that absent minded) but at this time of the year, I am forever being sent/given calendars.
For all my sins, in the office, I am one of the contacts for our ‘preferred list of suppliers’, which basically means sales representatives from printing companies are often telephoning me, or dropping in the office, to see if they can generate new business.
After writing my blog yesterday, and feeling safe in the knowledge that half the working day was over, I received a
telephone call. My heart sank as I realised it was a sales representative on the prowl for new contracts. He'd popped in and wondered if he could take up five minutes of my time. Normally, I would happily walk downstairs to the meeting room and flick through brochures, appreciating paper finishes and colour reproduction. But yesterday was not a normal day. Yesterday I was wondering how I could possibly look and sound intelligent.
Maybe it wasn’t the most professional thing to say, but I felt it only fair to warn the sales rep.
“I’m not my usual sparkling self today. It was the office Christmas party yesterday.”
He gave me a sympathetic, knowing look, and shook his head, saying “Oh dear.”
After this comment, Mr sales rep said I was doing remarkably well under the circumstances. Hmm, I thought, surely he is being polite? Then again, he has never met me before so he probably thinks that I always look like this.
I must admit I was pretty impressed with the colour brochure he handed me. It had been personalised with my name! There were pictures of Father Christmases on one page, and on each Father Christmas there was a letter taken from my name, so the overall look was Father Christmas spelling my name out! The result? Personalisation with high visual impact!
I was then handed a 2008 calendar.
“Thank you,” I found myself saying. “I need a calendar.”

Today, I'm back to my old self, and feeling human again. I am ready to conquer the world, and the universe. (But no more calendars please!)
Or, rather than conquering the world and the universe, maybe I’ll just stick to my list of things to do, which includes a tag from my friend at:

This is how it works. Use the first letter of your name to answer each question. Must be places, names…Nothing made up. Can’t use own name for boy/girl’s name question. If can’t answer, skip to next one.

As I began to attempt this, I realised most people in the bloggisphere know me as ‘The World According to Me’ or ‘Flying Pink Elephants’. So, I’ll give you a clue to my true identity – my name begins with N and rhymes with picky. Oh how mysterious I am!

1. Famous Singer: Neil Diamond.
2. Four Letter Word: Nest.
3. Street: No entry street!
4. Colour: Navy blue. (Interesting fact - the first recorded use of Navy
blue as a colour name in English was 1840.)
5. Gifts/Present: Nightdress.
6. Vehicle: Neon coloured car.
7. Things in Souvenir Shop: Notebook with the name of the place printed on
8. Boy Name: Noah.
9. Girl Name: Nora. (What old fashioned names I have chosen.)
10. Movie title: Nightmare on Elm Street. (1, 2, Freddies coming for you!)
11. Drink: Nettle tea.
12. Occupation: Nappy maker. (Hmm, that was the first thing that came into my
13. Celebrity: Natalie Portman.
14. Magazine: Now.
15. U.S. City/State: - New York.
16. Pro Sports: Netball.
17. Fruit: Nectarine.
18. Reason for Being Late to work: No alarm clock today!
19. Something you throw away: Newspaper, after you have read it of course.
20. Something you shout: No way!

Okay, I'm going to tag anyone who reads this, and knows their name. Especially:

Picture of the day:

13 days to go.

Tuesday, 11 December 2007

The office Christmas party

What a difference a day can make. Yesterday the office was full of enthusiastic, well dressed people. The non suit wearers were dressed in suits, the suit wearing people were wearing their best suits, the glamorous girls looked even more glamorous, the girls who normally dress down had made a special effort to dress up, and as for me, I actually wore a little black dress, with a touch of cream.
Today it’s a very different story. The office is full of pale and tired people. I would even go as far as to say, certain individuals are looking quite scruffy. No offence meant! Water and coffee are being guzzled at an alarming rate, and there is a whiff of bacon sandwiches and McDonalds in the air.
If you haven’t already guessed by now (although the post title does give the game away!) yesterday was the office Christmas party.
For the occasion, a room, with bar and dining area, was hired at a London night club.
My meal consisted of breaded goats cheese with red onion jam, chestnut and apricot turkey parcel, with seasonal vegetables and roast new potatoes, followed by strawberry and champagne roulade. I enjoyed every mouthful. My only complaint was - our table for four, seated ten people. Cramped was one word to describe it.
After dinner, the bar and dance floor proved to be very popular. I had a boogie, with wine glass in hand, and the boogie turned into a dance frenzy when I heard the words ‘Wake me up before you go go’. You can count on Wham! to get a party going! Although I know I am slightly biased.
As you can see from my colleagues faces today, everyone took full advantage of the free bar. Myself included.
However, I am extremely pleased to announce that I did not loose my camera/purse/bag/mobile phone/shoe. Everything is still in tact.
But please, no difficult questions today. Thank you.

Picture of the day:

Disco time.

Sunday, 9 December 2007

The Merry Christmas Happy Birthday text

Happy 15th birthday SMS! I was reminded of this information as I texted a 'Happy Birthday' message for my cousins little boy.
As well as the George Michael related article in our office newsletter, we learnt that this week, 15 years ago, the world's first SMS was sent. It simply contained the words 'Merry Christmas' and was sent to the engineers at Vodafone by a certain man called Neil Papworth.
You learn something every day, or so they say. Unless, of course, you already knew that.
It was my cousins little boy's 2nd birthday today. After sending the 'Happy Birthday' text, I watched his eyes light up as he opened his presents and happily played with them, while keeping one close eye on Postman Pat on the telly. Savoury bits and chocolate cake were devoured, and I left my cousins house when the birthday boy and his big sister started bickering over the remote control car. Bless them.
I'm off to bed with my book now, latest escape is 'The Blind Assassin' by Margaret Atwood. According to the Daily Telegraph: 'Like all great novels, it transports us to a fully-realised, self-contained world that beguiles and haunts us, subtly altering our views on life.' Sounds good to me.
I have finished 'The Kite Runner' and all I can say is wow, what a powerful book. If you haven't read it, I strongly suggest that you go and buy it now.

Well, it's goodnight from me, or good morning, or good afternoon, depending where you are in this mad (text friendly) world.

Pictures of the day:

Birthday balloons.

Friday, 7 December 2007

Kangaroos could save the world

I’m in a marvelously good mood today. The fact that it’s Friday may be playing an enormous part in my good mood. On Fridays, me and the rest of the gang are allowed to leave the office a whole half hour earlier than the normal working hours. In the summer (August to be exact) it’s four and a half hours earlier than normal, but we must be thankful for half hours in the winter.
My first mince pie of the season has also added to my cheerfulness. These were circulated, very generously, by Someone in the office. “Why thanks, don’t mind if I do,” said I.
Anyone would think it was Christmas soon! Talking of Christmas, I am having a little debate with myself – the gym tonight or Christmas wrapping? I just can’t make my mind up. My body is crying out for exercise, but the mountain of presents in my bedroom are crying out for me to start wrapping them. Maybe I’ll just see what kind of mood I’m in when I walk through the front door tonight, to the topsy-turvy household.
If you have been paying close attention, you’ll know a new kitchen is being installed in my house, hence the topsy-turvy household. The kitchen table is in the hallway, the microwave is in the lounge, and the washing machine is in the conservatory. Confused? You will be if you come to my house.

Anybody out there have any exciting plans for the weekend? Christmas shopping perhaps? Chilling in front of the telly?
I have another birthday this weekend, my cousins little boy. So there will be another family birthday tea to attend. Which reminds me, I bought his present ages ago but I need to buy a birthday card for a two year old. I feel a visit to the card shop coming on.

Right, marvellously good mood slightly squashed, the editor has informed me there is a George Michael related article in our weekly newsletter.
“Is it praising his talent?” I asked.
“No, it’s connected to a toilet incident.”
Arrg. When will the stigma end?!
I have to get out of here now and visit the card shop. Before I tell the editorial team where to stick their newsletter. (I'm only joking, editorial team!)

But, before I go, I want to mention kangaroos and what they are doing for the environment. I found an interesting piece of news at:
I often lurk at the Internet, to see what's going on in the outside world, before I write my blog.
According to scientists, kangaroo farts are fighting global warming. Thanks to a special bacteria in their stomachs, kangaroos do not emit harmful methane gas when they let off a stinker.
Australian scientists are now planning to transfer that bacteria into cows and sheep to make their flatulence eco-friendly.
It will take researchers about three years to isolate the bacteria before they can think of a way to transfer it to other animals.
I thought I would share that with you.

Enjoy your weekend, and remember that kangaroos could be the answer.

Picture of the day:

Who would like a Friday sugary treat?

Wednesday, 5 December 2007

Winter Wonderland

It’s not funny any more. I like to think I can poke fun at myself and my sometimes quirky ways. But not this time. This time, I am not laughing and I fail to see the funny side.
I managed to mislay my camera last night, after the Winter Wonderland experience at Hyde Park. My prize possession, my pride and joy, digital camera. So long camera, maybe I’ll see you in the next life. I hope your new owner is looking after you and taking you to weird and wonderful places.
What an absent minded wally I am! Maybe it’s just as well I am childless, as I might forget I had them and leave them on a train one day. Heaven forbid.
Last night, work colleague and friend, and I, travelled to Hyde Park, where bright orange ice skates were placed on our feet. I’m trying to work out the last time I went ice skating, all I can remember is, it was ages ago. At one time I would zoom around the ice rink every Friday night. I loved ice skating. I used to love roller skating too and at one stage in my life I seemed to have skates permanently attached to my feet.
Which was why I was surprised to see how nervous I was last night. Although to be fair, the rink was far too small for the amount of people skating around. And most people looked like they had never seen, let alone worn, a pair of skates in their life.
When I first reached the ice I kept imagining falling over and someone slicing my hand off. That image did not bode well. Then I started getting annoyed with myself. Come on girl, I thought, you know you can do better than this. Slowly and surely I picked up speed and started feeling confident again. I even started enjoying myself.
After our ice skating session, work colleague and friend, and I, headed to the German Market. Here, wooden stalls were decorated with lights and selling hand made toys, rugs, sweets, and other such delights. We admired, drank mulled wine and ate German sausages.
Then we made our way to the fairground attractions and bought tokens for the horses on the merry-go-round. I felt as if we were in a Mary Poppins film. Although the horses did not detach themselves from the merry-go-round and enter us into a race. Shame, that would have been an experience and a half.
Winter Wonderland was a pleasure to visit.
And then I mislayed my camera. Correction, and then I left my camera on the window sill in a pub. I don’t want to talk about that part of the evening, because I could kick myself.

I couldn’t bear the thought of a camera free life, so I purchased a new one today, courtesy of House of Fraser. Unfortunately the pictures from last night were also left on the window sill, so do you know what I did tonight? I returned to the park to recapture the scene. It's only two tube stops away from the office.
So here you are everyone, recaptured photographs from last night. Second time, spanking new camera, lucky!

Pictures of the day:

The merry-go-round.

The helter skelter.

The big wheel.

Tuesday, 4 December 2007

Look out, here I come

Guess what happened to me on the train this morning? There I was, minding my own business, and engrossed in ‘The Kite Runner’ (excellent book by the way, begins in 1970’s Afghanistan, a real eye opener and tear jerker, sensitively written, telling the life story of the narrator) when I spotted a spare seat. Oh goody, I thought to myself, I can rest my weary legs and give my arm a break from my large and fully packed bag. So I stepped backwards, and I was about to sit down, when quick as a flash, out of nowhere, a woman came flying along and literally pushed, yes pushed me out of the way, and sat down on the spare seat.
“You must really want that seat!” I said to her. She ignored me. And then closed her eyes for the remainder of the journey, so she didn’t have to look at me glaring at her from over the top of my book.
Some people!
Another thing that happened to me this morning - I opened the cupboard under the stairs, to remove a can of soup from the never ending supply, when I realised there were no cans of soup! The never ending supply had ran out!
I couldn’t even open the fridge in the kitchen, to see what replacement food I could pack in my large bag, as there is no fridge in the kitchen! There are also no cupboards, no sink, no freezer, no washing machine, nothing. The room is an empty shell.
Before you start stressing that we have been burgled, and the kitchen (and the cans of soup) have been stolen, let me explain it’s been ripped out and a new one is being installed as I write this.
Due to the lack of kitchen, the traditional (at home) family birthday tea was cancelled last night. It was my mothers birthday. Instead, me, mum, dad, and my mum’s lovely best friend, went to a local pub/restaurant for food and drink. None of us had actually been in the local pub/restaurant before, but it came recommended through a friend of a friend. My father commented that he'd driven past it nearly every day for the past 48 years, but had never once stepped inside.
Last night we all stepped inside, and soft lighting, an open log fire, a large Christmas tree in the corner, and rustic tables greeted us. The only fault was the service, the waitress was far too slow, messed up the drinks order and forgot my mothers mashed potato.
My meal was faultless though – goats cheese tart, with red onion and apple, and rocket salad, followed by mushroom, parmesan and herb risotto, then banoffee pancakes and ice cream for dessert.
Now you can understand why I reached for the healthy and low fat soup this morning.
Never mind, I'll be be exercising tonight, I shall be ice skating in Hyde Park. I haven’t ice skated for years, so I’m hoping I’m not too rusty, and that I don’t do anything too embarrassing. Hmm. We’ll see.
And if anyone gets in my way, maybe I should take a leaf out of Rude Woman On The Train’s book, and push ‘em out of the way! Nah, I’m far too nice and polite for all of that.

Picture of the day:

My favourite flowers.

Monday, 3 December 2007

How to fix my life meme

“Tag, you’re it!” that’s what Mike from
has said to me. I’m it, because I have been tagged to complete a ‘life course meme’ with these rules:

The rules are as follows:
Devise a list of 5-10 courses you would take to fix your life.

It's more fun to be in classes with friends, so include one class from the person who tagged you that you'd also like to take. Tag 5 others

Here’s the life courses which I know I would benefit from:

How to get out of bed.
Such a simple thing, but something I have such difficulty with. It doesn’t matter what time I went to bed, or how many hours sleep I’ve had, I find it Mission Impossible to get up in the mornings. I am the Queen of “Five more minutes!” and “I’ll just press snooze one more time.”
I’d love to be one of these people who rise early from their bed with no effort or complaints, ready to happily embrace the world, after they have swam 99 lengths of the swimming pool, cleaned the house from top to bottom, prepared the evening meal, and written a best selling novel.
It’s just not me. If you stand outside my house in the mornings, I’ll be the one rushing down the path, still dressing myself, piece of toast hanging out of my mouth and muttering the words “I’m going to miss my train if I don’t hurry!”

How to suppress your appetite.
It is abnormal to be constantly hungry?! It’s not unusual for me to finish my breakfast and start thinking about my lunch. It’s also common for me to finish my lunch and still feel hungry. And to eat my dinner, and then stick my head in the fridge to see what damage I can do.
I remember a friend once saying to me “Your appetite amazes me.”
It was okay years ago, because I could eat a small country and not gain one single pound. These days, I only have to look at a chocolate bar or a slab of cheese, and I have put on fifty calories. Sigh, it’s not fair (especially with my appetite).

How to make your own clothes.
I would love to say “This old thing? Oh I knocked it up the other day on my sewing machine.” Think of all the gorgeous material I could buy, and the unique creations I could wear and dress my home with. Think of all the money I could save! No more popping into Selfridges to “Just have a look” and popping out two hours later with five carrier bags and trying not to think about the cash total. Mind you, I am so much more controlled theses days when it comes to shopping! Thank goodness, as it had to stop.
But I would love to be a wizard on the sewing machine.
Sorry Blur, I wasn’t copying your course, it’s something that has crossed my mind before.
Mike, fancy coming on a dress making course?!

How to turn £5 notes into £20 notes.

Total fabrication, I know. But imagine it! No more planning my life around pay day, because every time I received a five pound note, or drew it out of ‘the hole in the wall’ I could turn it into a twenty pound note. No more money worries, and a far better standard of living!
Where’s Harry Potter and his magic wand when you need him?!

How to make one glass of wine last all night.
Nope I’ve never managed this one. One glass of wine isn’t really my style. Not that I’m a raving alcoholic or anything, I just enjoy the odd glass of wine or three. Especially after a hard day in the office, as there is nothing like pouring a glass of Pino Grigio and letting all your troubles drift away.
But if I could make one glass of wine last all night, I know my liver and my bank balance would thank me for it.

I'm tagging anyone who reads this and cares to join in! Go on, be a devil, see what courses you could benefit from.

Picture of the day:

(It might not have escaped your attention that I visited a duck pond the other day):

This way to the life courses!

Saturday, 1 December 2007

The wedding reception

December has arrived! The frost is delicately sprinkled in the garden, the bare trees are waving in the breeze, and I am looking at my shots from the wedding reception last night.
My friend Ali was married yesterday, and my friend Eve, and I, joined her for the evening celebrations. It was held in a local venue, filled with Christmas decorations, cheerful people, delicious food, and a live band singing and playing musical instruments. The brides dress was exquisite, and she was radiating happiness.
One wedding guest said hello to me and asked if I recognised her. "Erm, no sorry, I don't" was my reply. Apparently she was Davina McCallgirl from the hen night. "Arr," I said. " I didn't recognise you without your wig and microphone."
Eve and I circulated, drank and ate, and we couldn't help noticing the giant polar bear in the corner. I wonder if he had far to travel from?

Pictures of the day:

Friend and polar bear.

Me and polar bear.

Just resting on the piano

The snowman wrapped up warm for the occasion.

So did the penguins.

Even Father Christmas was there.

Thursday, 29 November 2007

It's enough to make your eyes water!

I nearly went to the cinema last night. I’d arranged to see ‘American Gangster’ with my friend Caron. But we met at Waterloo train station, and came to the executive decision that we would attend the cinema another night.
Instead, we watched celebrities parading around in the jungle, and one particular celebrity stick his head into a container of baby pythons. I’m not sure that I could do that, could you?! Even though it was all for a good cause - to collect stars for his fellow jungle companions dinner.
Lucky for me, my friend cooked a splendid spaghetti bolognese last night, so there was no need for me to collect stars from containers full of snakes, spiders and creepy crawlies.
Every year in the UK ‘I’m a celebrity, get me out of here’ comes to our television screens.
I use the term ‘celebrity’ loosely, as there are always one or two contestants whose identity you are not quite sure of, or someone who is now famous for being famous, and you are wondering how the world can justify the fact he/she earns millions from being photographed and appearing on celebrity reality programmes.
Last night was no exception, I watched the programme for the first time, wondering who and why?!
I did recognise one face, Christopher Biggins, an ex television presenter who I met many years ago. “It’s enough to make your eyes water!” he said to me.
Mr Biggins was referring to the adult top shelf material which covered my desk and computer screen. No don’t worry, I’m not sexually obsessed, unfortunately I once worked for a publishing house who published pornographic magazines, as well as glossy, consumer, top titles. I loved working on the glossy, consumer, top titles, alas I hated the porn.
But that, dear Flying Pink Elephants readers, is another story.

Thanks for the food, wine and great company, Caron!

Picture of the day:

Fancy a swim?

Wednesday, 28 November 2007

The fantasy holiday

Ever have one of those days where your imagination runs completely wild? That was me yesterday.
My friend Caron (via email) mentioned the vital words ‘sunshine’ and ‘holiday’ and that was it. I had my suitcase packed, full to the brim with stylish summer clothes. These summer clothes were of course on the small size, for in my imagination I was a size 8. Exotic cocktails were being sipped on breathtakingly beautiful beaches, and stunning sceneries were being snapped on my digital camera, ready to be downloaded to my blog. Oh what a relaxing but adventurous time we were having!
And then two other vital words entered my in-box and my head, ‘work’ and ‘finances’.
Suddenly, the bubble burst, and I was back at my desk staring at George Michael's face on my vintage copy of Smash Hits, which is perched in my ‘pending’ tray.
It was good while it lasted.
At five thirty on the dot, trying not to feel too down trodden, my winter coat was on, and my exceedingly long scarf was wrapped around my neck. Off to the tube station I trudged, trying to pretend it wasn’t cold and it hadn’t started to rain.
Three train journeys later, with only one seat available on one of the three journeys, I arrived home - to the aroma of a roast dinner cooking and to the seductive sound of the saxophone, which my father was practising. Hey, life isn’t so bad after all.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love roast dinners? Other than cheese, chocolate and Indian food, I don’t think you can beat a roast.
After my delicious home cooked roast dinner (thanks Mum) I drove to my friend Ann’s to celebrate her birthday. I arrived with gifts and good wishes, and in return I had some of her birthday profita rolls, with Baileys cream inside. Candles were placed on the profita rolls and me, her hubby, and her two lovely children, sang an out of tune "Happy Birthday to you!"
We then all decided to see how many profita rolls we could stuff into our faces, without any cream or chocolate oozing out our mouths and down our clothes. We failed - I managed to leak cream and chocolate all over my hands and around my greedy mouth, and my friend managed to drip chocolate all over her clean, white shirt. But they tasted damn good.
Who needs a holiday?!

Picture of the day:

What time does the next boat leave?

Monday, 26 November 2007

Don't worry, it wasn't a bomb

News flash! This morning, a suspect package was discovered outside the office. The office manager asked all people sitting by the window, to move away from the window immediately!
I sit by the window, but for some unknown reason this message did not reach me, so I carried on regardless until I noticed people in the office staring at me. Have I got something hanging off the end of my nose? I thought to myself. Do I have a piece of toilet paper stuck to my head? Not being able to stand the paranoia any longer, I asked my colleagues what was wrong. It then became clear that the suspect package/move away from the window message had skipped me.
“Maybe you’re 100 per cent bomb proof?” Someone in the office said.
“Or maybe they think you are easily replaced?” Someone else in the office said.
Thanks for the last comment. I feel utterly appreciated and valued now.
Paranoia, and sarcastic comments pushed aside, the suspect package was a false alarm. Which was just as well really.

I hope you all had entertaining weekends, without any security alerts, or demeaning comments.
You can breathe a sigh of relief, as our boiler has been fixed, so this weekend, warmth and hot water has been restored to my home. Although my mother waited in a whole day for the plumber to arrive. He didn’t arrive so she called him the next day to ask when he would arrive. Apparently he forgot about us. Not a very good advertisement for your company Mr Plumber! Imagine if I had forgotten to come into work today. Mind you, as it has been pointed out, I could be easily replaced, so it’s probably a good job I did remember to come in.

Picture of the day:

Did you want something?

Thursday, 22 November 2007

It's cold outside

Dreams. Sometimes they seem to make perfect sense. For example, you may have been discussing a film or a book during the day, and then once you’ve retired to your bed, and the lights are switched off, you find the film or book incorporated into your dream. But sometimes you may find yourself waking up, scratching your head, and thinking: “What the heck was that all about?!”
That’s exactly how I felt this morning. I may have fallen asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow (which is a rare thing for me) but I’m still trying to fathom out what was going on in my head, whilst sleeping.
In my dream, I was a grand opera singer, living in an even grander manor house. In my arms, I carried a fake (yes, a fake) poodle dog. In my garden, the sky was covered in brightly coloured air balloons and luminous pink cars. One of my friends featured in this bizarre tale, and she had decided to change her nationality to South African. A Vicar also had a starring role, and he kept insisting on following me around with a champagne bottle. And not forgetting the outside bathroom which had been built onto my garden, and I was told not to enter it as Jesus Christ was inside.
Hmmm. Anyone else had a similar experience?!

Anyway, back to reality, and back to friends and food.
Last night, it was my turn to drive, and I collected my friend Helen for our monthly reunion. We'd decided to return to the charming countryside pub which we visited on our last rendezvous. Except I started driving to the wrong pub and didn’t realise this until my friend nervously asked, “Where are we going?” Whoops, time to do a 15 point turn in the road and head towards the correct destination.
Inside the correct pub, with the warm and cosy atmosphere, menus were scanned and drinks were ordered. The menu was pretty basic, but honest, good food. I ordered a panini with Mediterranean vegetables and mozzarella, with a side salad and skinny chips. It was yummy. And as always, it was fab to see my friend and have a good old-fashioned chinwag.
I took my friend home at the end of the night, and before we said our goodbyes, we both commented on the pleasant evening we'd had. I then continued the journey on to my house, where my mother’s mood and news brought me down a peg or two. Firstly, England are out of the European Championships Football, as they were beaten by Croatia. My mother is a huge football fan. Secondly, the boiler has packed up. Great, no heating or hot water for us until it’s fixed. And believe me when I tell you - it’s cold outside.

Picture of the day:

I wonder what this leaf tastes like?

Tuesday, 20 November 2007

Wedding plans, lavender fields, and a welcome to the world

I was feeling a little off colour yesterday, but I’m back in blog land today and I’m ready to talk about the weekend’s activities.
A wedding (well, kind of), a funeral and a birth, were all rolled into one weekend.

My friend Annie invited me to her house for pasta and wine. We ate, drank and surfed the Internet. Annie is my friend who is getting married next year, and she excitedly showed me (via the Internet) the dress she has chosen. It’s stunning, and so is the venue that is now booked. I've had a nose at that too, thanks to the Internet. What would we do without it?!
I’m sure the day is going to be everything she has dreamt it to be, and I couldn’t help soaking up some of her happy vibes.
Which was why it was such a culture shock to then see my friend Claire. My friend Claire is still coming to terms with loosing one of her best friends, and I offered to attend the funeral with her, in the hope of providing some moral support.
I have met Vikki, who has now sadly passed away, on various occasions, although I won’t pretend to have been very close to her. But I wanted to pay my respects and be there for my friend Claire.
It was a beautiful ceremony, although obviously it was a very emotional day. And I have never seen so much lavender in a church. Lavender was worn by nearly everyone, as it is the colour for Lupas Trust (Lupas is the condition which took her life) and there are lavender fields surrounding the house she lived in. Even lavender coloured balloons were released into the sky, at the end of the beautiful, but sad, ceremony.

On a lighter note, my cousin has given birth to a healthy, gorgeous, baby boy. Welcome to the world! With flowers for my cousin, and a little outfit for her new son, I visited them at the weekend.
He was only 3 days old, and I held his tiny and perfect body in my arms. Her other two children kept coming over to him and kissing him on his forehead, although we had to tell them to be “gentle!" numerous times, as they were a little too enthusiastic towards their baby brother.
We then all settled down to watch Mary Poppins on DVD. Personally, I think you’re never too old for Mary Poppins.
Oh and my cousin commented on Mary's rather large bag bearing a resemblance to mine. Yes, but I bet hers doesn’t contain a can of soup?!

Picture of the day:

The colour of autumn.

Wednesday, 14 November 2007

From the mind according to me

Tonight I am working things out and making lists.
So, what exactly are you working out and making lists for, I hear you ask. Or maybe you’re not. But just in case you’re a teeny weeny bit curious, I have worked out the following (all by myself, without any help from anyone):

It’s 43 days until Christmas. Yikes, how did that happen?

The remaining Christmas presents I have to buy are 7 and a half, and I still have 6 birthday presents to purchase. I realise to certain people these numbers will sound fairly high, but considering how long my birthday and Christmas list is, I think I have done pretty well so far.
However, I can’t sigh in relief yet. There’s bound to be last minute panics and dashes to the shops on various peoples birthdays, and on Christmas Eve.

When is it too soon to start wrapping presents? Once I have wrapped the presents sitting in my bedroom, I can concentrate on the presents still to purchase. Plus, if I start wrapping in batches, then I am not wrapping constantly for 38 hours.
38 hours of constant wrapping is not something I want to comprehend.

This year I want to make my Christmas cards. I have been collecting crafty bits and pieces for this project. But will I have the time and the material to make one for every single person I want to send a card to? And when is too soon to start making them?
Okay, I have worked out that I can’t make a card for every single person I am sending a card to, but I am going to make ten cards.
I think it’s best to to get cracking on them asap, when I have a spare hour or two.

I have found a place where you can make and decorate your own teapot. My mother collects teapots, along with jugs and teddy bears, so I thought it would be an ideal Christmas present idea. The only problem is, it’s quite a distance away, and my weekends are becoming rather booked up. It all sounds good in theory, but when exactly will I have the time to go there? Hmmm. I shall have to give this one some more thought.

It’s seven days until pay day. Can I stretch my funds for a girls night in, a girls night out, petrol in the car to visit the gym, and a baby present for a baby who is due any day now?
The answer for this one is - I will jolly well have to.

I have sneezed 8 times since I have written this. Oh dear, could this be the early stages of a rotten, stinking cold? But I’m too busy to be ill!

Another conclusion I have made is this - it’s all very well sitting here in the lounge sneezing, tapping, and rambling away, but I have presents to wrap and cards to make and fruit to dose myself up with, to keep those nasty germs at bay. An early night could be just the ticket too.
Therefore, it’s time for me to log off. I’m afraid spare time and spare evenings are limited for the world according to me!

Take care.

Until we meet again.

The Kalanchoe anniversary flower

Monday, 12 November 2007

A pamper night, a hospital visit, and a murder

Isn’t it funny how one tiny letter can change the whole meaning of a word/sentence/evening.
For example, on Friday, in the office, the editor politely enquired what my plans were for the weekend.
“Tonight I'm going to a pamper evening,“ said I.
“A pampers evening?” said he.
“You mean you are going to one of those places where you all sit around in (pampers) nappies?” he continued.
The worrying thing is, he seemed quite serious and unfazed, thinking this was how I wished to spend my Friday night.
Hastily, I removed any doubt from his mind that kinky fetish nights were my thing.

Friday evening, without a single nappy in sight, my friend Eve picked me up from the train station, and it was off for some pampering at my friend Helen’s kiddies school.
I saw a psychic (won’t go into too much detail for the sceptics but I was stumped at some poignant comments), I had a paraffin wax on my achy feet, and then a shoulder, back and neck massage, which nearly sent me to sleep. I was also handed various samples of facemasks, which are always appreciated.
It was nice to catch up with friends too, although we all got rather emotional towards the end of the night, and a few tears were shed for my friend Claire’s lost friend. I tried to be brave for Claire’s sake, but seeing someone I care about struggling with their emotions became too much for me I’m afraid.
But we had a toast to absent friends, and to loved ones who are gone but certainly never forgotten.

Saturday day time, I went to the hospital to visit my poorly Nan. She’s recently taken a tumble and broken her hip. She looked even frailer, tucked up in the hospital bed, and relying on strong painkillers to ease the pain. My mother and I fed her home made vegetable soup, in an attempt to help build her strength up, and chatted away to her, saying we would soon have her dancing around the ward. We also spoke about the hen night I was attending that night, and tried to make her laugh by describing the characters people were asked to come as. We said our goodbyes, when she began to drift off into (hopefully peaceful) sleep.

Saturday evening, I put my tracksuit and trainers on, and changed my name to Paula Ranoffacliff. My friend Claire joined me as the country and western singer, Dolly Pardon. We entered a local hotel and were soon in fits of laughter when we spied The Queen, Margaret Thatchedhouse and Davina McCallgirl, to name just a few. It was my friend Alison’s murder mystery themed hen night.
Pate and salad, roast beef with all the trimmings, and cheesecake were served. And it soon came to light that Alison’s groom to-be was a two timing, drug dealing, cross dressing, devious spy, who someone at the table had bumped off! Clues and accusations were flying around the room, and at the end of the night we all tried to guess the murderer.
I’m glad to report that I did not kill him - it was Mona Lewinsky. But don’t ask me how or why because I can’t remember. Think I was too busy tucking into my cheesecake at the crucial part of the night. Oh well. It was all good fun at the time.

Picture of the day:

Margaret Thatchedhouse.

Me in a wig.

Friend in a wig.

Friday, 9 November 2007

Bigs ones

Five advertisements to go (in reference to yesterdays post) and they absolutely, definitely, have to be here YESTERDAY. No more excuses thank you, and I’m clean out of deadline extensions.
I’m just breaking for lunch while I wait in eager, bordering on desperate, anticipation.
It’s another soup from the bag day, this one being ‘healthy choice, autumn vegetables with mild spices.’ How seasonal. And the best way to make up for the over usage of calories last night.
Last night, I dined out at a local restaurant with my dear friend Chamelle and her two lovely children. It was a kind of late-birthday-let’s-get-together meal (I know, I’m milking this birthday lark). They very generously bought me a box of chocolates and a beautiful sliver necklace. These were accompanied with birthday cards which actually bought tears to my eyes, whilst reading the kind words written inside. (Big softy, aren't I.)
For my dinner, I chose the Mediterranean vegetables and goats cheese tart, but apparently this was a popular choice as they had sold out. Instead, I ordered lasagna with garlic bread. Very tasty indeed.
Then - here comes the fattening part - we ordered a chocolate sundae. It was the biggest, packed full of goodies, chocolate sundae, I have ever seen in my life. Probably the reason why the menu suggests sharing it. So, three spoons came with our dessert (her eleven month old son is too young to appreciate these pleasures) and we all tucked into the ice cream, cream, melted chocolate, chocolate brownies, flakes, maltesers, and profita rolls. I don’t think there was anything else inside the glass?!
We could hardly move when we had finished making pigs of ourselves.
Hence the soup day today.

Pamper evening tonight, I can't wait! That's if I ever get out of here in one peice.

Picture of the day (apologies that's it's not the clearest pic, I had it on the wrong setting, but you get the general idea!):

The big chocolate sundae.

Thursday, 8 November 2007

Record Breakers

It’s Guinness World Records Day today. To be precise, it’s Guinness World Records Day November 6th – November 12th. Therefore, all over the world, as you read this, fantastic feats are being attempted.
One attempted record which caught my eye, or should I say it caught my ear, has to be - one of Britain’s strongest men who pulled a double-decker bus five meters, using his ears. The bus was a 7.5 tonne Routemaster, but alas he did not break the record. I believe the record is ten metres.
Phew, what strong ears some people have.
Little old me has a record of my own to attempt - it will be an amazing achievement if the magazine I am working on will ever be sent to print on time. At present, I am still waiting for eleven advertisements from six different countries. That’s a record in my production controller world. A record I have to break!
Not that I will get the benefit of witnessing the magazine being circulated at the conference in Africa. Nope, I’ll be at my desk, no doubt sorting things out for the members of staff who are in Africa.
However, it does look like I am to be included in the conference in Barcelona next February.
But that's not until next February, and in the mean time, I have eleven advertisements to think about. So, gotta dash.
Wish me luck.

Picture of the day:

Try to relax and think about yellow coloured flowers.

Wednesday, 7 November 2007

Watch out for low flying tables

I’m a little behind. I don’t mean in the backwards mentality sense (or maybe that’s debatable) but what I mean to say is, I am a little behind with blogging, due to one thing and another.
So, I’m going to write about last Friday’s activities. I had a brilliant night, celebrating my birthday with friends. At 5pm, work colleague and friend, and I, left the office in search of the hotel my friend (all the way from Devon) was staying at. We took a slight detour in the wrong direction and to the wrong hotel. Usually my work colleague and friend is excellent at finding the correct destination, but as I have mentioned before, I am not top of the class when it comes to such matters, and my lack of direction seems to rub off on others.
We finally reached the correct meeting place, nodded in approval at the decor, and happily met my Devon pal. And how nice of her to travel many, many miles for my birthday drinks.
We then made our way to the chosen venue of the night, with reserved seating.
Friends from all areas and walks of life started trickling in, and each time I saw someone I became more excited. Wine, champagne, nibbles, and the lethal Tequila Slammers were ordered. High kicks and all sorts of strange shapes were made on the dance floor. And my leg is now covered in bruises due to an unfortunate incident with a table.
At roughly 1.30am, myself, my friend Caron, and my Devon friend, were the last people ‘standing’ so we flagged down a black cab to the hotel. Luckily, the staff didn’t seem to notice, or care, that three girls trotted off to a double room on the second floor.
The next thing I remember is waking up with half eaten cheese sandwiches next to me. Arr, one of my friends must have ordered room service.
Saturday was spent in a slightly vacant frame of mind. My Devon friend and I drifted aimlessly around the streets of London. Every now and then we stopped to admire something in a shop window, and every now and then I could be heard saying “I have no idea where we are,” and “my leg hurts.”
One thing I did notice in my vacant frame of mind, which was just as well really as they were rather conspicuous, were the enchanting Christmas decorations.

Pictures of the day:

Have an enchanted Christmas.

The busy life on the London streets.


Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Heaven sent and heaven stole

As a mark of respect, I am posting this separately from other such events and news.
One of my best friends has just lost one of her closet friends to a condition called Lupus. I hope she doesn’t mind me talking about this, but it doesn’t feel right not to mention it, and quite frankly, I am finding it very hard at the moment to think about anything else.
Such a tragic loss of life and two young, innocent, children no longer have a mummy.
It certainly makes you think how short, and sometimes how very unfair, life can be.
In these circumstances you can often feel helpless to the bereaved, but as I have said to my friend, I am always here if she needs to talk and if she needs a shoulder to cry on.
I hope my words and my friendship can offer some kind of comfort and support.

Friday, 2 November 2007


I'll be famous soon, this is the second time I have been tagged. This time, it's from the inspiring blog

It's called 'eight things about me and my thoughts' and after a little pondering, I have the following eight things for you to read at your leisure.

1. We can all make mistakes but it’s admitting them and learning from them that’s important.

I’ve made teeny tiny errors, and I’ve made some whoppers. Sometimes you just don’t know what to do for the best, you think you have made the right choice, but then you realise it was the wrong decision and the incorrect path. But life doesn’t come with a big neon sign saying ‘This way to the correct choice.’ You have to trust your judgement, and if that proves to be wrong, be a bigger person, admit it, think how you can put it right and store it in your brain under ‘I won’t do that again!’

2. Look beyond a pretty face, it’s the beauty inside that counts.

It sounds corny, but it’s true. Have you ever met a good looking person, but their personality makes them ugly? I think if you are a good, decent, kind person, it can show on your face and you can radiate warmth. Even if your face is full of pimples and your ears stick out too much!

3. Appreciating nature always makes me feel good, even when everything seems to be going wrong.

The vibrant colours of a flower, the chorus of song birds, the bright stars twinkling in the night sky.
How easy it is to get bogged down in life with the nitty gritty. But whenever I look at the wonder of nature, I can feel my spirits lift and I am smiling once again.

4. Remember to tell family members and friends how much they mean to you. Don’t take their love and friendship for granted.
How rewarding does it feel when someone says they love you, or how much they have enjoyed your company. But remember it works both ways. Tell someone close to you how much they mean to you, and don't take them or their love for granted.

5. I believe a little indulgence every now and then is good for the soul.

Whether it’s a cold beer or your favourite chocolate bar. You’ll probably know my favourite indulges from reading this blog! But in moderation, why deprive yourself of a little treat that can make you feel happy inside!

6. I think you can worry too much about tomorrow, and forget to enjoy today.

I can worry with the best of them, but sometimes I have to stop myself and realise I am worrying about something which could never happen and I’m letting the day, and precious time, slip by.

7. Never under estimate a good sense of humour.
Laughing is healthy. Laughing at yourself is even healthier! I love to laugh. It’s free and it can be contagious. And I'm even better at laughing at myself.

8. Please respect the fact that I like George Michael, and I’ll respect the fact that he is not your cup of tea!

It really winds me up when certain people point out that he is gay and insult his sexual preference. Okay, you might not appreciate his music and his voice, that's fair enough, although I do, for various reasons close to my heart.
The first time I went to see him in concert was with with a very special person who was sadly taken from this life. He's no longer with me in body, but he is certainly never absent from my heart.

Thank you and good night.

Now it's my turn to tag. I am tagging anyone who reads this, especially the following:

Have fun!

Picture of the day:

The vibrant colours of the pink Lilly

Thursday, 1 November 2007

Happy Halloween

No more Mr Nice Guy. No more pretty flower pictures. Well, not for today’s post anyway, in honour of Halloween.
Last night, my work colleague and friend Sophie, and I, left the office and headed straight to the nearest pub (that’s the spirit). White wine and beer were requested, and we sat amongst the witches and wizards. (They weren’t real witches and wizards, this was Halloween night, remember).
After our beverages, we hurried along to HMV and ‘The Creep Show’ double dvd was bought. We then jumped on a couple of trains to my work colleague and friend’s house. Not forgetting the Chinese take away and the bottle of wine on the way.
Anybody out there viewed ‘The Creep Show’? If so, you will know it’s verging on the ridiculous. Okay, I realise it’s meant to be in a comic-book-style, and it was made back in the 80’s, but that didn’t stop us sniggering at the classic line, from the dead man emerging from the grave, demanding: “I want cake!” Mind you, if I were to be resurrected from the dead, I would probably ask for some cheese and chocolate. Maybe it’s not so out of the ordinary then?!
Tiredness took over in the end, and after delicious Kung-pu chicken, special fried rice and Jacobs Creek, we vowed to finish watching the double dvd another time.
Just when I thought it was all over, it was off to the spare room where the black panther was guarding the bed. But this time, I think I scared it more than it scared me, with my lack of make-up and my chocolate pictured pyjamas.

Pictures of the day:

Happy Halloween.

Help! There's a strange human in the spare room!

Tuesday, 30 October 2007

On this day

Did you know, that on this day in 1939, Orson Welles first broadcasted his radio play 'The War of the Worlds' causing nationwide panic in the United States?
And in 1944, Ann Frank was deported from Auschwitz to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.
On October 30th in 1960, Michael Woodruff performed the first successful kidney transplant in the United Kingdom, at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary.
In 1945, Henry Winkler, otherwise known as 'The Fonzie' from the television show 'The Happy Days' was born.
In 1971, my parents tied the marital knot and became man and wife.
And on this day in 1973, at approximately four o'clock in the morning, I entered this world.
Happy Anniversary mum and dad! Happy Birthday to me!
I've been a lucky girl today and had lots of nice cards, birthday texts and great presents. I have even received a Happy Birthday email from the George Michael fan club.
This evening was the traditional family birthday/anniversary tea. Which meant my relations came to the house bearing gifts, and we all ate far too much cake. It was considerably noisy at one point, due to four children all under the age of four, hopping, running, screaming, crying and pretending they were Harry Potter.
Peace has once again descended on the house. My relations have left the building, and I am admiring my birthday flowers and chocolates. And my mother has just pointed out that I have baby sick on my top. Time to remove the offending item and put my new pyjamas on. The ones with pictures of little pieces of chocolate all over them.
Ever get the feeling that I like chocolate?!

Picture of the day:

Birthday chocolates.

Wednesday, 24 October 2007

The divine power

Just in case you were wondering, today’s can of soup-in-the bag is 'healthy choice, chicken and vegetable.' It contains no artificial additives and is a good source of protein.
It’s a strictly soup and salad only day today, as a result of the calorie consumption last night. I went to a charming countryside public house with my friend Helen. Vintage cheddar and home made chutney palinis, with chunky chips and coleslaw. Followed by chocolate fudge sundae, which was heaven in a glass. I tried not to feel too guilty as I devoured three of my favourite things – cheese, chocolate and wine. What’s the meaning of life if you can’t enjoy your three favourite pleasures every now and then.
Of course another favourite thing is being in the company of my friends. And last night was no exception. It was great to see my friend Helen and hear the latest episode in her busy life, with her husband and seven lovely children.
The forthcoming pamper evening was also discussed. This is being held at one of the kid’s school, and I have already booked myself an appointment for reiki healing and to see a physic. Roll on pamper evening!
I’ve had a reiki session before, and I thoroughly recommend it. I’ve seen a few psychics before too, and although I always enter the room with an open mind and a large pinch of salt, I have found them to be very interesting. Anybody else out there intrigued by physics, or do you come under the category of thinking it’s a load of mumbo jumbo? I have met people who have believed passionately in readings, and other people who would never, ever, enter the equation of wasting their time or money on them. I respect both opinions, but I must say I've had readings done before and I have been absolutely flummoxed with their information.
It’s soup and salad time now. But I'll be back before you know it. Probably.

Picture of the day:

Pretty petals

Friday, 19 October 2007

Catch a falling star

I woke up this morning singing I don't feel like dancing by the The Scissor Sisters, which then changed to What shall we do with the drunken sailor. This was in my friend Caron's spare room, as I stayed over last night. But the worst part was, my friend thought my singing voice was the little boy next door crying. Erm no, that's how I sound when I sing.
The previous evening, I met my friend at Waterloo train station and we travelled via the train to her home town. Here we stopped off at a bar for a couple of glasses of wine, enjoyed in the comfort of the floral armchairs. Then we headed to her house for very tasty fajitas, more wine, book lending and big chats. This was all done with the smug knowledge that we had both booked the following day off work.
Today, on our day off, we wandered into the town centre in my friends home town, and browsed around craft stalls and shops. I didn't buy anything as it's the weekend before pay day, but it was nice to window shop, and even nicer than being in the office.
After shopping, we went to the cinema to see the film Stardust. I was mesmerised by every magical moment of this fantasy adventure. It stars Michelle Pfiffer as the four hundred year old witch and Robert De Niro as the camp pirate. It's all about a fallen star and finding your true love, with black magic and humour along the way. I loved it. I may appreciate a Stephen King too-horrible-to-be-true book and film, but I'm also a hopeless romantic at heart.
And the good news is - this time, my purse was not mislaid at the cinema. But in true tradition, I spilt salsa sauce down my jeans. I'm looking at this salsa sauce now, and I think I better chuck the jeans in the washing machine. Then I'm going to read 'I capture the Castle' again, as my friend Caron has lent me her copy. Absent-mindedly, I left my copy on the train. I would loose my head if it wasn't attached to my body. On that note, I'm off. I hope you all enjoy your weekends, and I hope that you don't suffer the consequences of any lost items.
Oh, and look out for falling stars.

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Pansy time again.