tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23300856003360316972024-02-07T02:38:13.380+00:00Just FiThis blog started as me, excited, nervous, sad and happy about leaving everything I know for a new job, a new island, a new me? Three countries later, I'm home and looking for my next adventureUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-30251669757405858772012-02-29T15:02:00.000+00:002012-02-29T15:02:07.029+00:00Hate to break it to you....But I've moved.<br />
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I'm now on <a href="http://lmfjo.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Tumblr</a><br />
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EnjoyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-16296167171594723272012-02-27T10:45:00.002+00:002012-02-27T10:45:31.325+00:00Rejection, Teetotalism and Fi<div class="tr_bq">
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Ah I love you. I feel that I can talk to you, fill you with all sorts of crap, stories, whinging and woe, Blog, Just promise me you will never send me an email telling me I'm not good enough? that you'll use my name, or at least my nickname and never call me by a reference number?<br />
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Rejection eh? sucks big style. I've been watching my emails like a hawk and applying for jobs left right and centre, even one's that I don't really want, I mean a job is a job, I just need something to fill a gap until I get back into youthwork. But all I've had this week is rejection emails. seriously like 3 in one week. and they all say the same thing, but at the same time don't say ANYTHING.<br />
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'Dear Applicant 5*566,<br />Thanks for your application, we've received a large amount of applications for the position of: 'Shit Shoveller'<br />Unfortunatly, other applicants were either more suited to the role or your application was judged unsuitable.<br />Sincerely, shit shovellers r us.</blockquote>
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The my vow to give up alcohol for lent has gone really well so far, although I totally could have had a drink after my third rejection.<br />
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I was watching a band in the pub on Friday, Ska Face, they're really cool ska type cover band, did lots of jumping about and arm waving and water drinking. This couple were sat next to us and they looked at me funny and asked 'Are you really on water or is that a pint of Vodka?' and gave me a funny look. So I told them about going teetotal for lent and they looked so confused. Then they started telling me how they only eat meat on the weekend, So I told them I've been Vegetarian for 16 years. hah.<br />
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So now, another week of applying, being rejected and not eating crisps.<br />
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So, got back on Monday and I have been DOING constantly, not useful tick-off-my-list stuff but I've been spending time with friends etc, all very essential. It just so happens that Lent has given me the perfect opportunity to change my ways, and kind of have my very own new years.<br />
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So Shrove tuesday I didnt actually have pancakes, fail I know. you see I was going to make them for breakfast, perfect, but then dad said he was going to make them later, so I never made them, then I just pottered about and went for a bit of a social call.<br />
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Wednesday, I got a fab new hair cut, I went to see my friend in class who studying hairdressing at college and helped her get a few assesments ticked off while being pampered for a few hours with head massagey hair washing and cutting and layering and cutting some more. She did a super job and I got an amazing new hair style, AND tips on how to style it dead easily for a small donation towards materials. Seriously go and check out a hair college near you (I went to <a href="http://www.blackpool.ac.uk/about/facilities/hair" target="_blank">Blackpool and the Fylde college</a>), I've always been like, ugh, I don't know what to do with my hair... so I pretty much gave her free reign to cut away<br />
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While I've been away I took a couple of books with me, one is called 'Destructive emotions and how to overcome them'. Sounds like a self help book, it isnt. It's a narration of one of a series of incredible sounding seminars between the Dalai Lama and loads of scientists, physiologists, phsycologists theorists written up by Daniel Goleman, I've already raved about one of his other books, emotional intelligence in one of my other posts. </div>
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It's a good read, really interesting and I am seriously considering buddism or at least a bit of meditation. I took it to babysitting one night while I was away, the parents came back, and theyre always quite surprised to find you reading instead of slobbed out in front of the telly or on the laptop, but the parents came in, I was sat with this book in my hand about destructive emotions, with my goofy reading look on and wearing my uniform which makes me look really butch and slightly like a lesbian. Well they looked a bit like they were thinking, 'shit, who have we left our kids with? a phsyco bitch? I hope that books working' Funny. </div>
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So yes, Grindelwald is beautiful. I've been working with a 'luxury family holiday operator', which are painfully expensive and exclusive, as a creche assistant, which entailed working with another lady looking after the grand total of...... 3 children in creche, and taking one out to ski lessons every morning, then babysitting every night. it's not a bad job, with us we had 3 people in charge of the older kids and 4 ski guides in charge of the bigger kids (i.e. adults). I'd definatly say I had the least demanding job of all being in the creche. but I'm not going to complain. </div>
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And a special mention to my beautiful, amazing friends who created this amazing cake as a welcome home present! If I could cry, I would have. made my day.<br />
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I spent a good portion of today in the Library. and another giant portion thinking of Libraries in general, so I spent some more time writing this essay of a post.<br />
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Oh how I miss libraries. I used to live in the library when I was younger. It was part of my school, a curiosity shop which took my mind and my home-school projects on a massive web of informative tangents. I took part in all of the reading schemes twice even Thrice over, I used to know the librarians by name and when they came in, they all knew me and the rest of the clan. Mum used to have to look all round the library for me when it came to home time, you could never be sure which section I'd be in, adult fiction, junior non fiction, music, language, pet care.. all of them. The first library I ever went to was mutsy, old and full of giant bookcases looming over you, enclosing you in this little tiny piece of calm where you could bury into a book and come out hours later a little bit disorientated. Your books got stamped by a middle aged woman that talked in hushed tones with a look like she'd read all the books a hundred times over. I remember the first Cassette I ever bought, it was 50p from the library clearance an album, either the beach boys or the monkeys.. I don't remember that bit (if your reading this and you dont know me, I do sound at least 30 having bought the monkeys/ beachboys, I'm actually only 22 and 3/4's, I just always loved a bargain)<br />
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Oh, there was some steps outside it, I remember and mum always used to bump into people and stop and talk and me and my brother would take turns sliding down the hand rail. hah, memories.<br />
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Then they opened up a new library and the old one turned into a mosque I think. The new library was literally next door and had electric doors, cd players, computers and everything that the old one didnt, except a little bit of charm. All bright lights and metal shelves that wipe clean and don't soak up the characters and plots, the hard work and hours upon hours of writing and rewriting of dedicated authors and the hundreds or sets of eyes and minds that had read the stories, loved and taken them on as their own.<br />
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So when we moved, I was older, I spent less time in the library and reading and more time concentrating on teenage angst and worrying about growing up, but there was a fabulously grand library building, there still is and it recently reopened after having millions (not an exact figure there) spent on modernising and updating it. <br />
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Today was the first time I'd spent any time in the newly opened 'Blackpool Central Library', and I cant help but be a little disappointed perhaps? On the good side of the renovation is it's accessibility, there's ramps, lifts, plenty of space for wheelchairs, A new cafe, a reading lounge and it was pretty busy, people obviously love it in there, all the computers were busy, all of the newspapers were being read and the cafe was... open (I wont go on about that experience..) but the actual book part of the library, the part where people go, mingle and make friends with their imaginations, was barren (a little bit like the folder on my emails labelled 'Job Offers')<br />
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One of the saddest sights I saw is that the young people section. In the pre renovated library, it was owned and created by young people; good lighting, bright colours, artwork, comfy seating that you could settle down into. well, that's disappeared, a huge step back and two fingers up to young people who have tried and proved that they can put mind, thought and effort into a project. shame on the architects/ designers for not keeping their hard work.<br />
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The library as a whole; it's modern, it's new, it's light and airy, and it still had a lot of great books mixed in with a mass of self help books on any topic imaginable. But you can't get lost in it. That's how I like them, Libraries AND books.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-40167441465752531452012-01-18T14:54:00.000+00:002012-01-18T16:14:13.624+00:00beating myself upIf I were you, I'd tell me to get a grip.<br />
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If I were you, I'd tell me to get up, go out, do something.<br />
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If I were you, I'd tell me to enjoy having some time out, to take the chance to do what I always complain that I don't have time to do. or see, hear and experience things that I miss when I'm not here.<br />
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You, would tell me (being you) that it's hard to get out of bed, to get dressed before 12, because theirs nothing to get up for.<br />
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If I were you, I'd shake my head and tell me that you don't know how lucky you are.<br />
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If you were me, what would you do? get up early? Go for a walk? or have a lie in and relentlessly scroll through pages upon pages of job adverts that want me (being you) and not you (being me). Write up the list of rejections to show just what you're doing with your time?<br />
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I just signed on for the first time EVER, ooooooooh. I'm both a little bit let down, because of the stigma of the usual locals who hang around the Job Centre and a little bit smug that I can blast the usual stereotype. The expectations in the eyes of the Personal Assistant and the security guards, ooooh, kiss my unemployed, skinny jean covered ass.<br />
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[Scene] I walk down the road, lined with broken down B&B's held together by chip board and scaffolding, cross the road and past a group of flourescent jacketed builders, and yes, I did shake my hair and smile to myself / feel a bit grubby when I see them watching me walk past (must have been a slow day for creeping)<br />
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The air is grey, as is the road, the buildings, the clouds and if my mood could be colour coded, that would be grey too, the only colour around is the faded attempts at tourist-attracting signage.<br />
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I make my way to the dreaded Benefit interveiw.....<br />
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So, I went in, through the obligatory group of people smoking, sipping from cans, shouting at eachother, into the realm of the benefits office and am confronted by a hulk of a bouncer disguised as a civil servant (his job title is probably something like, customer welcoming and order assistant) who takes my name and tells me to go upstairs and sit on the sofa. of course, I'm ten minutes early, I've been brought up that way, but turns out, they tell you your appointment is ten minutes earlier than it actually is, so I have to wait 20 minutes, on a sofa in the middle of an office. It's like being in a zoo. But I sit there, reading the Times Education Supplement and get some funny looks while doing so, I felt like screaming...<br />
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YES, HELLO!!! I CAN READ!! GET BACK TO JUDGING PEOPLE AND ORGANISING YOUR WEEKEND.<br />
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Then I get called over by.... we shall call her Deirdre, who takes my details, asks what work I've done, my qualifications, my health.... Wait, what's that... that look on your face, dear deirdre? No, I'm not lying, why would I? yes, a clean driving license, No I wasn't KICKED out of uni and I didn't FAIL...<br />
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Yes deirdre, I can manage to apply for 6 jobs a week, it's not a problem...<br />
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6 to ten days for my first payment? wow, thanks, thats great news, Crisis loan? Um, no, I'll be ok, thanks, really, I'm pretty sure I'm not in crisis, I can still apply? oh... um.... nah your ok....<br />
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<i>so she didn't say all of that, but you know when you can </i>sense <i>what a person means or wants to say, the tilt of the head, the raised eye brow.... </i><br />
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So there..... pretty painless I guess and yes, I am luckier than most, I have a lovely set of parents that are willing to keep me warm and fed and support me in my decisions, even though I have eaten 12 fish fingers and half a block of cheese in the last two days and I am totally grateful that I live in a country that can support people in a time of need, I'm not, however, proud that people ride the system, but good lord, it sounds like it'd be pretty easy to do.<br /><br />Best get back to eating my way to type 2 diabetes and filling my quota of 6 job applications for the week.<br /><br />X<br /><br />
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Yes, I have no job, My straighteners are held together with sellotape and left over foil from a chocolate coin, my tan has well and truly faded from summer, and that three pound I lost, has magicked back onto my hips.<br />
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Hah! I have so much more opportunity to try out stuff. I have been searching and applying for jobs, some I haven't much interest in, some purely just for money's sake and a couple which I'd be really interested in doing.<br /><br />I have time to Blog, Bake, read, lounge about... all I need is a never ending income and I'd be in my element.<br /><br />Right now, I'm going to go back to drinking my tea, checking my emails every 30 seconds and paint my nails.<br /><br /><br />
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I've been trying to write the first post of the year, well, since the new year. I cant.... I don't know why. I have no words for the new year yet. No. I have words. But they're stuck.<br />
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My blog, I guess has taken on a few different forms, intellectual rants, book reveiws, blow by blow accounts of days I dont want to, or really want to forget. ponderings, musing, questions for myself, answered by myself.<br />
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People have been writing about their new years resolutions, even anti-resolutions, I dont know where I stand with them, really I dont.<br />
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There's the givens, the ones everyone secretly promises themselves, to get off their bums, to eat healthy, to live life to the full; the soul destroying deadlines, the selfless, the meaningful... but how many people live up to their resolutions?<br />
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each year, at Christmas, I go to midnight mass, each year I feel guilty that I have barely stepped foot in church aside from that one bewitching hour in the last 365 days. Each time I go to church I feel comforted, peaceful, full of resolutions, to go to church, to pray more, and yes those cliches about being healthy and working out more, and then... I remember, I don't actually know what I believe in and there's also the guilt that, If I did believe in God, 100% and everything that christianity preaches, then I wouldn't be the best christian.<br />
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I've slept with men I don't know, Had one night stands, drunk too much, danced like a hoochie, I agreed to marry someone when I wasn't sure, I've used people for sex, I get frustrated at some people who call themselves christian and I doubt their faith, I aborted a baby, I've judged people, I waste money on material things, I've made people feel belittled, I don't give money to charity, I don't defend christianity when it is the religion I was baptised into...<br />
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I don't know what this means, or why I'm writing it, but I feel it needs to get out of my system before my new year can really begin. Maybe if I get them out of the way now, things will come together.<br />
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Sometimes I wish I had more faith. In a God. In myself.<br />
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A new year, New words, New beginnings. Love and wishes to you all x<br />
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Now just before you start rolling your eyes, I'm not doing this to be popular/get as many veiws as possible or become famous etc etc, I just write my blog because... I do. But yay!<br />
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I wrote <a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-post.html" target="_blank">My first Post</a> in February of this year, so thats, what, almost 10 months ago, in some ways, I've grown in those ten months, in some ways I'm still the same. It also means I've been single for 10 months, as when I started blogging, I'd made alot of big decisions, decided to quit my job, to work abroad, to put an end to my long term relationship, to find myself again (as cheesy as that sounds) and to live more.<br /><br />so now I'm making decisions again.<br /><br />I just wanted to <span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;">Thank YOU</span> for reading my blog so far, and by YOU I mean family, friends, fellow bloggers and those people who have stumbled across my blog while searching for things like....<br /><br />
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<li style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-accident-prone-is-no-joke.html" target="_blank">being accident prone</a><br /></i></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-think-my-brain-must-be-shrinking.html" target="_blank">is my brain shrinking?</a><br /></i></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/03/rule-number-23-dont-drink-on-school.html" target="_blank">rule number 23</a><br /></i></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/07/neglecting-my-blog-is-bad-thing-to-do.html" target="_blank">a sneaky wee</a><br /></i></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/03/pig-bellies-and-see-through-pants.html" target="_blank">pig bellies</a><br /></i></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/04/fact-i-give-myself-whiplash-when-i.html" target="_blank">can I give myself whiplash</a>?<br /></i></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><i><a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-mind-is-complicated.html" target="_blank">My mind is complicated</a></i></li>
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Honest to god, these are how some people have come across <a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">day dreams from feef</a>, I dont know wehter that says more about my writing, or how random people are...<br /><br />Love you lots,<br /><br />New posts coming soon :-D<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-73036209237740893782011-12-20T12:20:00.000+00:002011-12-20T17:12:00.202+00:00Quiche me quick!Yum, just made some pastry ready for mini quiche's ala BS and home made meat (and fake meat) pies for our tea.<br />
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I've spent alot of the morning salivating over a new pair of boots, which I NEEEED, well I dont. and the only time I would buy would be if I get a ski job over the Feb holidays. here they are..... <a href="http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=33057&categoryId=331499&productId=2668480&parent_categoryId=208492&beginIndex=0&sort_field=Relevance&langId=-1&pageSize=20&storeId=12556" target="_blank">YUM</a><br />
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and then, still dreaming of my wellies, I painted three sets of nails, M's, L's and my own, Mine and M's match, and L's has probably come off by now. I think I now know why men dont really wear nail varnish. I'll put money on the fact that men would love to have sparkly different coloured nails, but they just dont have the patience for them to dry!<br />
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Poor things. I think BS thinks I'm a bit vain, I've painted my nails nearly every day. I think wearing a uniform (yes, i know it's only black trousers and white top) does that to me, ack, I cant be doing with it, I need my induviduality, so therefore, I change my teeny tiny stumpy nails. (which I HAVE to stop biting)<br />
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Also.... I keep ageing myself prematurely, by that I dont mean painting wrinkles on my face and wearing granny clothes (debatable sometimes actually) but I keep on thinking I'm older than I am, aside from when I'm with the kiddies, in which case I run around like a 12 year old on speed. sometimes I'm like, oooooh god I'm gettin old, I should grow and start being serious, then other times I am a complete child/teenager and dont want to do F all.<br />
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I'm still debating what to do this year, Cyprus with the kids club, Charity volunteering abroad or stay in the UK and find a proper job?? hmph.<br />
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Annnnnnnyway, back to dinner, oh and I'm going to have to try my hand at making Vanilla and Black pepper ice cream, I tried it once, wow, love it. BS isnt liking the sound of it, but It'll be lovely :-D<br /><br />Ciao x<br /></div>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-62673804481913884742011-12-19T14:04:00.000+00:002011-12-19T16:24:03.738+00:00playdough, micheal buble, chocolate brioche, blue hands....and THAT is all before 12 o clock :-)<br />
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Frikkin Micheal buble, my future husband, is amazing, although he is blatantly settled in his relationship now, you can see it in his puffy cheeks. damn her! (the wife that is)<br />
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We were supposed to watch it last night, but yet again, I fell asleep by stupid o'clock (i.e. half 9!)<br />
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I keep telling L and M that it's their uncle michael, Oh dear, that's a little obsessive isnt it....<br />
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my other obsession which has become apparent of late, is hats. I've always liked them.... but the cold weather is the perrrrrfect excuse to wear (and buy) them. it could be worse I guess, I could be obsessed with handbags, or shoes, which I love too, but their more expensive AND they take up loads more space. I think it started last year with a little sequinned beret which I got for christmas, but i do have a weird little collection, a straw hat from Gambia which my friend brought back for me, a pint of guiness, i've had a fair few trilby's, ski hats (though i'm yet to go skiing, damnit) bobble hats, those hats with the ear flaps....<br />
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Any way, with all the fun i'm having, the one bad thing about Grantham is that there seem to be a missing vital ingredient to any town, good looking men.<br />
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Helloooooo? where the frik are you all hiding?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-84528644910808989652011-12-17T19:47:00.000+00:002011-12-19T12:17:40.859+00:007 days to go!What a fab day I've had today (Saturday) :-)<br />
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Firstly, oh my, very much appreciated being woken up after a lie in, with a lovely hot mug of tea, Thankyou very much BS!<br />
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Today we went on a road trip, BS had an accident in her car the other day, nearly flipped in over after sliding on some black ice, she wasn't hurt thank god but wrote her car off and has been super stressed with dealing with the insurance and sorting out a car for work. So today we went to find a new car, done deal. very proud of her bargaining techniques also! money off, new tyres, promises of a full valet and touch up on the paint work, get in there!<br />
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We also went for a bit of shopping <span style="font-size: xx-small;">I totally shouldn't go shopping anymore. i'm an addict. </span>and had a macdonalds, I got a new hat (pictures above) and a teeshirt, and then little bits of fun for L and M's xmas. I also accidentally bought some dolmades (stuffed vine leaves) and baklava (pastries with honey and nuts) off the christmas market.<br />
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And now, the kids are on their way to bed, I dont have work and BS and I are going to stuff ourselves full of chocolate cake, do a bit of tidying up and watch a film/do the wii.<br />
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(in reality, both me and BS had cake, a whole big chunk of brie and crackers between us as fell asleep watching the Kings Speech before 10pm, hardcore!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-85366145449677196512011-12-16T09:22:00.001+00:002011-12-16T10:03:57.197+00:009 more sleeps till christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As well as finding novelty christmas videos, blogging and watching cartoons with the little man, there's lots more to do....<br />
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Ooh and I've been set a challenge for xmas day, I've to decorate the table and make napkin swans, easy enough, I've got the swan thing down to a T, I just need to find a way of keeping them stood up when I make them with the cloth napkins, lots of starch I think. I've also learnt some triangle pyramiddy ones and some crown shaped ones too.<br />
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Also thankyou for reading this, I had 18 veiws of my pleading message since I wrote it last night, so now I need less than a hundred and I've reached my goal of 3000!<br />
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And after my 3000th view I shall do a superly special blog post.<br />
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Watch this space :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-18637469731479382482011-12-15T17:19:00.000+00:002011-12-15T17:19:23.237+00:00A quick note....OK, so there's one thing I want to achieve before the new year.<br />
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I started my blog in February of this year, and I'd reaaaaally like to reach 3000 views on my blog.<br /><br />So, I will write every day before the new year, that's 18 posts, if YOU read every post that I write each day then that is 18 veiws, I need 119, so ten people is all I need!<br /><br />Loves!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-54099405002260152842011-12-15T00:22:00.000+00:002011-12-15T12:01:00.071+00:00Love children, couldn't eat a whole one thoughThe above statement is almost entirely true. I do very much love most children, but I couldn't even eat a tiny bit of one, that would be both disgusting and cruel.<br />
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I am loving spending so much time with L and M (my neice and nephew) and big sis. it's lovely, I'm part of their routine at the moment. Each morning, me and BS are usually bombarded with the kids at about half 6, then somehow breakfast gets made, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I take M to school and L goes with BS to nursery, then I pick him up again at 1 and we chill out till BS brings M home from school and usually theres a mad rush for dinner before I go to work. Thursday and Friday it's been just me and the little dude, usually making a mess, sticking, playing cars and generally getting into trouble. Tommorow for instance is Duvet and DVD day.<br />
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Did I tell you I got a job? I'm back to waitressing, which I haven't done since I was 18 and working in the pub. It's hard work, very physical, running back and fore with plates piled up or lined up 3 along your arm at once... I've been there since the week I came here, whats that, three weeks now? gosh, time fly's! It's going ok, I've not f**ked up too much, and i'm getting into the swing of things. I have to keep telling myself to keep thinking of the money.<br />
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So back to the kids, They are super super cute, and clever and funny. for the most part I think they like having me around, although me and the boy don't get on until past 10am, I don't know what it is, he just doesn't like me until then, though once you've got your head around it, it works out OK.<br />
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BS keeps trying to hire me out as a children's entertainer or something, (I say keeps, she's mentioned it like twice) The kids think I'm nuts, dancing and singing and skipping to school, poor little mites, a trip to or from school is not just a trip to and from school with Aunty 'nona, it's a language lesson, dance party, treasure hunt olympic games, singalong extravenganza!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-7417733185490781862011-12-07T21:40:00.001+00:002011-12-07T22:54:03.641+00:00I went to the UN once...I don't mean to gloat or anything, but I frikkin love my bucket list, not just because I'm thinking and researching things I want to experience but I'm looking at other people's lists and thinking, I actually have had quite a privaledged life.<br />
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One of the coolest places I've been is the Palace of Nations, home of the United Nations office in Geneva. oh my days,<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Giant broken chair symbolises the damage caused by minefields and was originally erected during the signing of the Ottowa treaty, aimed at eradicating all minefields and preventing the use of land mines.</td></tr>
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I've never thought of doing one before, I'm always making to do lists, in fact I used to have a book of them on my desk at work to tick off during the day (or move onto the next day's sheet, which is what usually happened)<br />
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you can also look at other people's lists too, for inspiration.<br />
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In preparation of writing my list of things to do before I kick the bucket, I want to look at some of the exciting things I've done already, which I forget about so often.<br />
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<i> I went with my Nan to Giza for the pyramids, The first glimpse we saw of them were through a gap in the shops and houses (one of which was a pizza hut !), We went for a camel ride too, which took us quite near them, but it was an unbeatable veiw to be stood at the foot of the biggest one, looking up at to the point, their so impressive. Then the next year I saw the valley of the kings and went down into some of the tombs with the most amazing hyroglyphs.</i><br />
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<i>I did this in Egypt too, with Andy, this is when he proposed. The trip was magical, we got up at 5am and travelled by boat across the Nile in the dark and then in a mini bus to a clearing where 5 or 6 balloons were being inflated at once, by the time we got in the air the sun was just peeking over the hills and lit up the valley of the kings, we floated over fields, animals, and even houses where the people were sleeping on the roof and then we landed in a corn field and had a little party with music and dancing. it was lovely.</i><br />
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<i>My big sister and I actually did this, I must have been about 5 and Wendy would have been 10, we were in the girls brigade and took part in a drill routine (like marching). Mum has a picture of us somewhere, taken while we were performing, theres me stood with the others, the only one with my long white socks, one pulled up to my knee and the other bunched around my ankle. </i><br />
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<i>Greece 2008 with the Duke of Edinburgh group. A MAZE ING. Changed my life. </i><br />
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<i>Mount Parnithia, Evia Island, the acropolis, A whistling village....</i><br />
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Learn a Language.<br />
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<i>Now I'm not saying I'm good but last year I completed my level one certificate in British sign Language.</i><br />
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Sex outdoors.<br />
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<i>The things people have put on their lists are a bit more specific than just outdoors, but my mum reads this so I wont elaborate too much. although I will say, contrary to popular belief it's not actually illegal in the UK until someone complains.</i><br />
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Break the Law.<br />
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<i>No, it wasn't by being caught doing the above ^</i><br />
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<i>Portugal 2009! I thought we'd go hurtling through the air but it is what it says, gliding, ah it's fab. </i><br />
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Get a piercing<br />
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<i>I did get a piercing, which wasn't my ears, but I took it out because a certain person didn't like it. Doh.</i><br />
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There's so much more I want to do;<br />
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Get a tattoo, one that means something, one just for shits and giggles.<br />
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Bungee Jump<br />
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Have a book published<br />
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Finish my degree<br />
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See the Northern Lights<br />
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Learn a language, properly, fluent<br />
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volunteer abroad<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-63624379995945155592011-11-30T00:34:00.001+00:002011-12-01T22:23:48.726+00:00On the shelf<br />
It's a bizarre expression, it makes me think of a toy shop, with all the dolls and teddy bear being looked over waiting to be chosen. it's such a fickle thing too, to think of relationships like that too, like your gonna be picked out of a line up and have a wonderful, man that you meet who will sweep you off your feet.<br />
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I'm not on the shelf, ugh, I am in the toy box stuffed away with all the broken toys and lost puzzle pieces.<br />
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I could do (and have done, many a time) that whole jostling for attention thing in the hope that I land myself a boyfriend. getting stupid drunk, fauning over vaguely attractive men, dancing like a hoochie. Now, sometimes it works, but most of the time, whatever happens, it's not real.<br />
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I've kissed a fair few men, on my mission, whilst dressed up like a cross between a wannabe barbie (in the fact that I could have been made from the same mould as thousands of other girls, not that I was blond and wearing tiny elasticated pink dresses) and a hyperactive puppy.<br />
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My ex, I knew of him, but didn't really know him before we got together. We were drunk, I even bumped into his mum when going through the front door to perform my walk of shame. There we go, I've admitted it. That night, I know I wasn't jostling for attention or putting myself on show, christ, I don't even think I was dressed to impress, like I had jeans and pumps on. so maybe that's not the same, I don't think I threw myself at him, and we were together for 3 and a half years. I don't know what I'm trying to say.<br />
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What I am NOT saying, is that I need a man, I don't neeeeeed one, I just would like one, just like I don't NEED my topshop card, 3 different sets of felt tip pens or half of the clothes in my wardrobe, it's just nice to have them, to wear/spend time with, to think about etc etc, I mean I would expect a bit more from a man, but I can live without one.<br />
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The last time I was out with some of my girlies, I vowed that from now on, I'm playing it cool, I want Dates, intellectual conversation and day time, sober, fun.<br />
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so..... I guess I just wait for them to start queueing up? like that's gonna happen...<br /><br />HUMPH<br />
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I've been getting more than my regular fix of magazines of late, you know the sort, the ones you really despise for talking about bikini diets and detox diets and diets that aren't diets and bargain 'capsule' wardrobes that only cost £600 for 3 outfits...<br />
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god I love them.<br />
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Anyway, back on point.<br />
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From time to time they do have quite interesting articles in and in this month's edition there was an article about a new edition of the 'Dear me' book, a collection of letters from celebrities, they had written them to their 16 year old selves, looking back to how things were, brought together by a guy called Joseph Galliano and to help their adolescent self look forward to what will come. (see more about it <a href="http://www.dearme.org/about/">Dear Me website</a>)<br />
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I thought I'd have a go.<br />
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<i>Fiona,</i><br />
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<i>This is bizarre, I'm trying to write this and I'm not too sure how to address things, as you, me, I, us... just bear with me (or us). I'm writing from the future, at the fine age of 22 3/4.<br /></i><br />
<i>As I write this, I'm on the way to see Wendy, I've been back in the country for about 3 weeks now and it's almost as weird as the fact that I'm writing to myself. You may have guessed by the fact that I'm going visiting, you will reconnect and actually get on with her, plus she has two beautiful children who call you Aunty Nona.</i><br />
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<i>David also has two wonderful kids. He will also need quite a bit of support, sometimes it'll feel like he's only in contact when he needs something, but be patient.<br /><br />In a couple of years, you'll give Amanda the sex talk. you'll be brutally honest, I think it does good. she's getting on well.</i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEs00iG4pB_yS2ZrMUZELLpX7lCh-19nkE3AqjFddQpJA3XXlJVY7K5p4kq5Ls647JlmC6s7F0Nx3ASWN9nlpyMcdXOlcrUoMrBYoOyBGlOuVcZk0ap_wHQT7a1JQMWoXpooaks8fyUnw/s1600/book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEs00iG4pB_yS2ZrMUZELLpX7lCh-19nkE3AqjFddQpJA3XXlJVY7K5p4kq5Ls647JlmC6s7F0Nx3ASWN9nlpyMcdXOlcrUoMrBYoOyBGlOuVcZk0ap_wHQT7a1JQMWoXpooaks8fyUnw/s1600/book.jpg" /></a><i>but back to you, now, you're sixteen and the next two years are gonna be tough, but I'm not going to give everything away, because we've all seen those movies where they change the past and the future f**ks up. plus, who knows how I'll have turned out otherwise!<br /><br />16 is a good age in general, you'll go to college, those people that interview you, yes, they seem a bit rude, but soon they will realise that you're not a drop out, or a bad student and you don't have a disability. you have a job right now, and you've just done a project which will lead you onto bigger things. Have fun with it, Live Action Role Play eh? running round the woods making up magical stories and characters and mucking about? awesome! you'll also learn to love the outdoors and then you'll find a different kind of love.</i><br />
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<i>That doesn't work out, you will get hurt. know that, but also remember, you are caring, kind and passionate.</i><br />
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<i>This year you will discover your true calling, that is the one true thing that a certain person will tell you when you meet, that you will make a good youth worker. Trust me, you'll love it. </i><br />
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<i>at 18 you make a decision, a tough one to live with and it will always be with you. shortly after, you will travel for the first time, gosh, if I could ask you to do one thing though, when you take off for the first time, please please please don't scream. you're not going to die, obviously and it really scares people.<br /><br />If I could give you one more heads up for the near future, it would be to remember who loves you, your family and your friends, you don't need to search for it.eventually you will find love, romantic love, for now, just be patient, respect yourself, you don't need a guy to make you feel worthy or special. We are just fine. </i><br />
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<i><br />Take care,</i><br />
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<b>What would you write? </b><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-66812625882832013092011-11-23T00:09:00.001+00:002011-11-23T00:43:16.674+00:00welcome back<br />
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Dear Blog. </div>
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Here I am. I’ve abandoned you for the past few weeks, I
know. But I’m here now and ready to fill you with all sorts of tripe again. <br />
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You see, I’m on a journey, everyone is, but the journey I’m on about, is an
actual one, not a metaphor for changes and discovery. I’m off to stay with my
DS (dear sister) until the new year. <br />
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Again, I am thinking and rethinking and churning over in my mind about the
decisions I have made in life, about the direction of my metaphorical journey,
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I’ve needed a boost these past few weeks, or as they say in
my current home town, A right good kick up the A**e, which I think I will get
from my dear old sis and being around those little balls of adorable and energy,
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morning, There’ll be a dog to walk and kids to entertain, communal meals, and a
proper Christmas! I’m so excited! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I remember the first time I did this journey to
Lincolnshire, I wrote a list of rules? Reminders? For myself. <a href="http://daydreamsfromfeef.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-blog.html">here</a>.<br /><br /> A good question
to ask would be, have I remembered these? Have they helped?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">well, Its been easy to forget sometimes that 'every day is a new beginning' but then when you remember and put yesterday behind, it's easy<b>. </b>and I still spend money stupidly, I find things to buy, mostly because it excites me to have something that I didnt before, it makes me feel good. so does food. so buying ingredients to make food. awesome! but I still overeat and I still love snacking.</span><br />I've written about having had to have been patient, I think I have that one down, for the most part. Loving everyone.... I try. what more can I do?<br /><br />What would be your set of commandments? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br />I love my Blog x </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-1281572268332402722011-11-18T01:19:00.001+00:002011-11-18T01:45:50.512+00:00I miss the sun and the sea<br />
I'm very uninspired at the moment. Hence why I haven't written.<br /><br />It's silly, all this summer I have been writing and reading blogs, reading books, drawing, taking pictures, thinking, and now, when my day's are less than exciting and certainly not busy, I have nothing. I don't mean that I have nothing, as in nothing at all, but my bank of inspiration, motivation and energy have just been zapped to within an inch of life.<br /><br />I have become an avid watcher of daytime television. it's a slippery slope, first watching ol' Jezza (jeremy kyle is a chat show host, of sorts, a bit like jerry springer, but not)<br />
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Then Loose women (ugh, hate it)<br />
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Checking the book of face every 15 minutes.<br />
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S lip er ryy Slope.<br />
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Tommorow, however, is a new day. I'm going to set my alarm. Tidy my room and finish my photo album from this summer.<br />
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Then I'm meeting with a friend from Uni and after, an outing in my 'ho dress.<br /><br />Onward!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330085600336031697.post-72040328371582307932011-11-05T23:40:00.000+00:002011-11-05T23:40:33.814+00:00Back in Blighty<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">One minute, I'm sat in Crete thinking 'ohhhhhh, this summer is just taking sooooo long' </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The next, I'm here, in my front room in England, bewildered at being home, in the cold, jobless, and with a very unhealthy bank account but at the same time, really excited to be at home.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So far i've ticked alot off my to do list for homecoming.<br /><br />I've baked. (mushroom and pepper quiche, yum!)<br />I've been to the pub twice.<br />Spent time with friends.<br />Had lunch with Nana.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Caught up with some old work friends.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Had a lie in EVERYDAY.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So pretty good really. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Except one small point...<br /><br />I feel a little bit like I've gone further backwards than ever before. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">hmm...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0