'Tis a silly place!

Today was probably one of the silliest days I have had in a long time. It started with me standing in Cossie, Covered in fake dirt, drinking god awful tea from a plastic cup, at an unearthly hour.........

Obviously another stint of "rent a peasant" at the Medieval Village. This time it is a car advert. The synopsis is that we are in a cart showroom where all sorts of pythonesque shenanigans occur. I have roped in my good friend M, and we cannot seem to spend a day behaving ourselves. We have laughed and laughed. My sides hurt from the shrieking. M has developed a wonderful "mad hag" cackle. I have become uber wench. I never thought you could have so much fun if you just left the inhibitions behind and agree to have the odd tooth blacked out.

There was also Polo, the adorable, stunt donkey. My call ducks and geese got a look in and I think William the cockerel may let the fame go to his head......

and I get to do it all again later in the week!

Life is grand....

operation parent party

The legend that is my Ma turned 60 today. Around a month ago we discussed what she would like to do for her birthday. I joked "of course you could always have a party!", her reply was "no it will cost you too much" This was the response I expected. So what do I do? I decide she should have surprise birthday party. A few phone calls later and the ball was well and truly rolling. I booked the venue, buffet and DJ (a favor from a friend) I ordered the cake, balloons et al. I rang around the aunts and uncles and the deal was sealed. I made a point of telling everyone to bring along the children as they are just as important as the adults. All in all a very successful evening.



and now......




I'm knackered ;-) but it was worth it!

A surprise visit...

I had a list as long as my arm today. Many of the tasks were happy tasks and I was rather looking forward to them. I wrote them out, consulted the children and started to plan....


Then the phone rang and my day was tipped on it's head in the most delightful way. One of my dearest friends had decided to pay me a visit. Lady M. A good friend, a kindred spirit, a work colleague. She came with her two little sprites FF and N. We then took them to the beach. Unfortunately the chosen beach was not to be the location de jour being that the tide was in and not an inch of sand could be seen. Did this matter? Not a jot! We took them to the Victorian walled garden that is all that is left of Dunraven house. A beautiful and soulful place. A place I am all to familiar with. It knows all my moods and sorrows. It knows also of joy and sunny picnics with my laughter and sunshine. It has four separate gardens that all have a charm of their own. The crenelated ice house is a tower of fairytales. A place to go on winter evenings with warm hot chocolate and lanterns. (A does get a little frightened of the dark) And now a favorite place to train/walk little G. I never knew why the house was demolished some 50 odd years ago and found out today it was pulled down after a devastating fire ripped the guts of the house out. Such a sad tale as it was clearly a wonder of a house. Not to mention the ghost stories surrounding the wreckers of Dunraven bay....

After a long barefoot yomp through the gardens we meanders back to the car park. There we purchased a warming cup of tea and the obligatory pasty. It strikes me that the same pasties would never taste the same unless eaten from a paper back sitting on the wall at the sea front. The tide was still in but there was enough room for the wee ones to scramble over the pebbles and look out at the sea. Lady M and I sat and giggles at the ridiculous of life...

Ice creams all round and then back to the cars for a journey home.

Upon out return we left the little people to entertain themselves with chickens and puppies and set about planning her new dress ready for the next work event. She had several meters of bottle green velvet and I had an amount of gold/green figured silk. I could see the dress in my minds eye but couldn't seem to make Lady M see it at first. So out the pattern boxes came and in due course I had the dress cut out. This I did find somewhat of a struggle. My fingers and wrists are hurting today and I have cramp in my legs but I shall not dwell on that. I enjoyed stretching my creative side in costuming. I have not felt inspired like this in a long while. Lady M then when through my bead box and found the perfect beads to accent the pattern in the silk.....She will look like the Lady she playes....



By the time they had left I found it was too late to start roasting a chicken so bacon and eggs was had (thank you to pecky, Rosy and violet) and then relaxing in front of the telly watching "a passionate woman"

life is good :)

The Spoon Theory

Again, not one of mine but one I would like to share....
http://www.butyoudontlooksick.com/navigation/BYDLS-TheSpoonTheory.pdf

not actually about Fibro but a jolly good description of how it feels.....

The stork visits my sister

After years of yearning my little sister (although she is taller than me and not far off 30) is having a baby. I am so excited. I don't think I was this excited at my own pregnancies. It's funny how things work out. I was struggling with a worrying amount of broodiness. Frankly the only things that should be broody around here are my hens! I was never broody before I had my two but felt it just after having A. It lasted a good while and almost came to fruition. Sadly it was not to be. But just lately every baby I have cuddled and seeing pregnant women in the street bring that primal yearning. Frankly I am no virgin mother and would never wish for the new messiah. But if I found myself pregnant it would be a blooming miracle! It still didn't stop me looking into prams wheeled passed and cooing over other women's little bundles of joy. Just when I was starting to worry, along comes C and her bountiful womb :) I am to be an aunt (again, I have four wonderful niece/nephews but alas they live a fair way away) C seems to have changed with it all. She has a glow about her and a smile on her lips. She has lost the slight pained look she would carry with her. She will be a wonderful Mother and frankly I am looking forward to being a besotted Aunt.
I couldn't resist a Giant Peter Rabbit in the local supermarket last week and C spent all day hugging it to herself squeaking my little one has a bunny! I'm still not sure if the excitement was for the baby or for the bunny.....
Happy times

Poorly G

Dear naughty G has become somewhat of a gannet. You can leave nothing without her trying her luck. However such naughtiness has taken a more worrying aspect this evening. She helped herself to one of A's Easter eggs. Cue lots of vomit and a pup feeling very very sorry for herself. I spend much of my time worrying about my children and now It seems I have the same to deal with in Puppy G. One frantic phone call to the vet and a DIY check of her heart rate I feel that I am lucky in all I have acquired for this is a valuable lesson in not leaving chocolate lying around. The vet is happy that mother nature has done her best and G has disposed of the offending chocolate in a vile river of vomit. She is now flaked out at the end of the bed where I can keep an eye on her. I thought my worrying nights of baby watch were long gone......

seems I was wrong.

This has also made me realise just how much I love this scrap of fluff. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to her...

Phytotherapy

I have long regretted not finishing my education to a level that I felt I had achieved something and it has left a gap in my life. Every person I have spoke to about this has declared further education as unnecessary in life. However these people usually have a degree so it is easy for them to say. I consider myself an intelligent person. Articulate and capable. My problem has been finding a course that interested me enough to pursue it while still getting on with everything else in my life. I am a keen gardener and love herbs, i also love the idea of living chemical free so the obvious answer? Phytotherapy! So I am embarking on a 36 week course in phytotherapy followed by 17 weeks clinical phytotherapy and 26 weeks physiology and anatomy.

I am very, very excited :)