(I got out of the shower to discover my eldest daughter sitting in my bedroom, and my son standing, hairdryer in hand, behind her. She had foam in her hair that I knew wasn't mousse, because that lives in the bathroom. He says, 'I am helping you mummy, I do sisters hair'. As I approach the smell gives me some idea of what he used instead of mousse. I smile gently to him, clean up his sister, and taken them back downstairs, where I find nice smeary windows, a big wet patch on the carpet, and an empty tin of FURNITURE POLISH!!!!!
'What happened here Leon?' I ask calmly.
'I spray windows mummy, and clean it - I love helping you'
Bless his heart! )

..... but I couldn't eat a whole one ;oD

All I have to do now is change my icons. I think, if I've gotthis right, that I can have 10 (I'm still unpaid). Kate, if you have time, can you help me?? *squidges*

Thierry has gone on ahead to get the house sorted......We wont see him til Christmas.....Loads to do!!

.... you start adding years on so that people carry on telling you you look young/good for your age...
.... you really do think policemen are getting younger :o/
.... whilst watching the Weakest (read: Thickest) Link, you yell at the screen 'Uncle Bulgaria you dim arse...' then realise before you have finished your rant that the contestant wasnt even born when the Wombles were on telly let alone able to mask that totally blank expression when asked a question about them in the first 'easy' rounds
.... you respond to approaching mormons with their 'elder so and so badges' proudly sported who have merely asked you innocently 'have you thought about god today maam?' by telling them 'elder what? I have underwear older than you!!' - and rather than it being an angry repost, this statement is infact true :oS
.... your hair and makeup are stuck in a timewarp because you think yourself too old for one of those new hairdos, ironically signalling your age emphatically by sticking steadfastly to a style that screams 1980's
.... you think that what you listened to back then was much better than the crap they listen to now and recall with horror that that is exactly what your mum and dad used to say to you
.... bits of you start creaking
.... you dont care if your neighbours/passers by see you putting your rubbish out in your dressing gown, where 20 years ago that would have been the most horrendous sin against fashion and dignity combined which is why it was always mum's job
.... young people cant believe there were only 3 telly channels when we were kids
.... cocoa and an early night really do sound appealing :oO

Aaah well. I have successfully reached *gulp* the ripe old age of 38 - doesnt smart quite so much when typed quickly - I just keep telling myself that 40 is the new 30 as I splash hair dye over my ever greying mane.....
pass the Horlicks...... :oD

.....spring to mind when i think of my bank?

Could it be the fact they paid themselves a bunch of charges for transactions dating back to July on the same day leaving me £117 in unauthorised overdraft?

Could it be because they are now going to charge me some more for being in unauthorised overdraft ( at least until I get paid - which isnt for another 2 WEEKS )?

Could it be that, when I got through to my new Delhi call centre ( or wherever the hell it is ), the very action of putting me through to someone who could explain it all me was going to automatically cancel my card, direct debits and any other business on my account until the charges are paid?

This is absolutely the last time those fuckers are going to rip me off!!!!

I have applied for an account at another high street bank.

I am very pissed off.

The babies broke the fire.

I got soaked on the way to school.

Looking at my f-list, I am not alone in having had a shit day so far.

Pah *pouts*

What an irritating shop. I go in, choose my item, go to the cash desk to pay for said item. But lo, no one has graced the cash desks - any of the 7 or 8 of them in the place *remained calm*. So, I meander to the jewellry counter, where one harrassed looking woman is directing everyone who approaches to go to the 'auto card payment screens over there, I am only serving jewellry'. I approach, and inform her that 'I have no such cards, may I pay here?'
Harrassed woman - 'What, you havent got a switch card?'
Harrassed customer - 'Noooo'
Harrassed woman - 'Not even a credit card?' with a sneer reserved for scraping nasty squishy things from the bottom of your shoe.
Harassed customer - 'You mean you dont take money?' Irony completely lost on harrassed woman.
Queue formed behind me, mutterings of 'I dont fucking believe this shit fucking shop', as befits the average frustrated Basildonian (usually followed by a head butt; however, harrassed woman was, luckily, too far away). Several irked persons leave, shopping unshopped.

What a silly place :oS

......... so that people with pretend nails cant pick them up from the floor???

my little son enjoys nothing more than to empty out the dvd cupboard and the cd cabinet and shove the contents about on the floor, all very well, but i cant pick them up afterwards. it drives me potty. all those toys, and he plays with our video / music library - pah. cant i just shut him in his room til he is 25 - hes making the place look untidy *snigger* ;oD

I HATE CRANE FLIES! stupid, buzzy, erratic, long spindly legged things, my house is festooned with these critters dangling from the ceilings..... yuck!! will i be damned in my next life because i suck them up the hoover???

... every time that advert for cat food comes on the telly, when that woman says ' i cant get up without my furry alarm clock...' I snigger like a big kid, how sad is that??

.............awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!




.......ooops, and a little bit of Alex who was helping to keep them seated hehehehehe

That bloody Garnier advert....
"....get the look........surf haaaaaaaa"

I think the word you are looking for, dear, is HAIR.

God Im a miserable bat. Must be the hormones. That would be right, being a moaning whore :o)

" come on Holland "









:oS lol

A bit of swash buckling.......




Arr Jim lad......




Pieces of eight.....




Awwww just look at the baby bucaneers - how cute!!! We didnt get to stay long, on account of me not being at all well; but at least we got a few shots of the fabby costumes; but we missed the treasure hunt... boooo

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What?? The way I look right now, Id have thought the hulk more appropriate!!!

Look at these two lounging around like they have nothing better to do.....





hehehehehe

So after a while a crazy dad sticks his son on the WWW here are some pics of Leon

http://www.byphotos.com/shared/browse.html?c_album=1801449&photo=33146293&page=&group=

Regards,

Godverdomme

The nursery has arrived, and it's really sweet!!! My eldest niece and I spent the afternoon unpacking all the baby things, making the cot up, and prettying up the room with all the sadly matching accessories I just had to have ( how 'poor' Thierry - in every sense now - sighed *hehehe* )

So now its just a case of waiting til the little critter shows his/her face :o/ erk

Now the room is ready, it is all beginning to get remarkably real for the woman who has spent most of her pregnancy feeling like its all happening to someone else, a kind of blissful detachment throughout..... til now...... must be the ante natal classes; a room full of petrified first time mums, some of whom dont know where a variety of their lady parts are and what they do, and an earth mother who said very adamantly she wants no pain relief atall as its only like bad period pain. Having witnessed many births as a student nurse, I stifled my sniggers, as the woman next to me said she would love to be a fly on the wall when she goes into labour.

As for me, general anaesthetic and wake me up in the hairdressers - there you go, proper job :oD


The exercise bit at the end of the class in nice though, except I never remember to do them when I get home - for which I will no doubt slap myself when I am incontinent and having to spend the rest of my life sat on a rubber ring.

Ho hum, 3 weeks to go ish, or whenever the bugger is cooked. Sis was sweet, she said she would help if anything happens when Thierry isnt home, being a veteran and all. Not sure I'd like her to see my lady parts though ;o) *snigger*

Ahh well, in the meantime much rest to be had by me.

Toodlepip folks xxxxxxxxx