Bank holiday

Last day of the Bank Holiday and it's a bit of a damp squid out there.

Really glad that it's a log weekend though, as I'm extremely tired again and once again feel like my batteries have been stolen.
Spent part of Saturday with my mother. Cut and styled her hair in the morning so she doesn't look like some little old lady bless her, then back again late afternoon after Oliver's fish and chip run for her, to help him move her furniture around as she's been on about moving it, only to hear her telling Oliver that she actually didn't want it moved in the first place! Grrrgghhh.
Had mother round for lunch on Sunday and I think I slept the whole of the Eastenders omnibus while she watched in delight, saying that she hasn't seen Eastenders for months, which is what she says every weekend at mine.
But I know it's mean, but I won't be letting on it's bank holiday Monday, as I really want a bit of me time. I'll go round and cook her tea as normal, but in the day I'll do what the rest of the family do and that's think of myself.

Went to Julie's after mother's on Saturday night to have a Chinese take away and watch the Eurovision Song Contest. I can't remember the last time I watched it, but we giggled non-stop. We both chose a country, I chose Belgium because it was tasteful and cute and Julie chose Greece, because it was tasteless and you could shout Opa a lot! Which we did, a lot! Shame neither of them won, but I did come up n the final four or five. We were beaten by Germany with a little 'Oh look I'm quirky' girl, singing a blatant rip off of a Lily Allen type song and even with a sketchy attempt at a cockney accent. So United Kingdom, I knew we came last, but we won really, as imitation is the best form of flattery and we did it first!

After six hours mother finally went home on Sunday and I decided I'd slept and felt under the waether and sorry for myself enough, so I decided to take myself off to see Sex and the City 2. It was good fun. Predictable, but fun.
I always feel such a frump though after watching SatC, but no wonder Samantha has so many hot flushes with the amount of heavy jewellery she wears around her neck. I would have been clawing them off when I was full flush! I guess her fabulous floaty dresses, which I have to say would be polyester if I was having to pay for them, would no doubt be 100% pure silk on her budget, which is great for hot flushes. See even the menopause is easier to bear if you are rich! But I'm happy to say and this does sound very bitchy, but I did see a few lines on the girls, which didn't make me feel so bad or frumpy after all!

Lots of love Debbie x

One disaster too many.

Some days you really should stay in bed I've decided and today has been a prime example of why.

Yesterday ended really well after a dodgy start. My dress for the wedding arrived from M&S online and unfortunately was a bit snug, wearable, but made life difficult doing up a very stiff zip. I would have ended up doing a dance around the bedroom each time, looking like a demented crab with arms flailing about while trying to reach and pull at zip up at the same time.
I ended up flat out on the bed afterwards gasping for breath, so that baby had to go back, which was a pain as I had to get on my friend's card as they didn't accept Visa Electron for online ordering.
Called M&S and no dresses left in that size or god forbid the size larger. Ok looks like I'm going to have to start again.

I then popped into Freeport and managed to find a lovely dress and little jacket in a beautiful peacock blue/green colour and the zip just flew up! I also happened to find another two dresses that just insisted on coming home with me, but as I had sold five dresses at work the previous day, I didn't feel too guilty.

This now meant that I had to take the M&S one back to the town in my lunch break, which is what I wanted to avoid and is why I went online in the first place. Of course I couldn't get parked anywhere near the shop and ended up walking from the Meadows car park which for someone who isn't on oxygen is fair trot let alone me. Got to Marks knackered, explained to assistant my plight and was told no money back as it wasn't done on my card, but I could exchange or have vouchers.
Ok I needed a summer quilt as other quilt too hot now and I found a black dress that I didn't really need, but what the heck. Went to pay and as there was still £25 left over, she would put back on my card, because as there was no card details on the form/reciept it's self, she could pretend she didn't know... durrr why didn't that other lady say that before I got the dress!
Never mind, saved some money in the end and got a little black number that does actually look very nice and will always come in handy.

Returned back to car park absolutely shattered. Got my chip zapped at the disability office in the car park and drove to the car park exit to get out and it wouldn't let me out.
Of course I then dropped the chip under the car to where I couldn't reach it again. Asked the man in the little office if he could help and was told that it wasn't his job, he only washed cars and he was busy. I explained again that I couldn't reach and hello I really, really needed help please as my oxygen wasn't a fashion accessory!
Pushed the button for help and was told that I hadn't got the chip zapped. 'But I have' I cried 'in the disability office.' Apparently that's not enough, you have to get it zapped through another machine, so I'd have to walk back to the other side of the car park and do it...Grrrgh I explained that I was on oxygen and was really not coping well and my chip had rolled under the car and the nasty car wash man wouldn't help me, please couldn't you just lift the barrier, as I really thought I was about to cry like a baby... No... Bastards.
Nasty car wash man then felt sorry for me, as he was busy leaning up the wall listening to what was happening and he eventually got my chip, but I still had to walk across to other side of car park to get the said chip zapped again.

Got back to work, vowing that I would never ever go to the town again on my own and Sam reminded me that I said that last time... Oh yes I remember now, that trip was a nightmare too.
Thought I needed just to sit still for a while in a quiet office to get my breath back, but needed to spend a penny first. While sitting on the loo, I thought that my necklace label was a spider so I jumped up and peed down my leg! Life doesn't get better than this does it!

Lots of love Debbie x

Peppermint tea v brazil nuts!

So much for being a domestic goddess.

I was up half the night with heartburn thanks to a handful of brazil nuts and some rotten cat has dug up two of my newly planted pots and trampled on my busy lizzies.

I thought brazil nuts were supposed to be good for you, these damn things near on killed me last night with the pain and I woke up looking like shite yet again.
Forgot just how bad heartburn is, even my brandy last night didn't cure it, but Kay's peppermint tea for elevenses did.
Thank you Kay for the teabag and thank you Sam for being brave enough to sit next to me after I'd drank a large cup full of strong pepperment tea, as there was no telling how that baby was going to work!

Very happy with work today, as I took in some of my dresses for the lovely Andrina to model for me. Ok I had to bulldog clip the back of dresses in by about a foot, before taking the photos to put on ebay as I am at least three sizes bigger than her, but I would have never sold them if I was the model, I would have looked gross like something from 'Reader's Wives', but with clothes on! And I sold the lot in the office without even having the hassle of pressing one button for ebay... yay I can pay for my wedding outfit with the cash made. Mind you my wardrobe is looking very spartan at the moment!

So on the whole the good outweighed the bad today and after all I can sleep tonight anyway, but watch out moggy I haven't forgotten you!

Lots of love Debbie x

Just call me a domestic goddess.. oh yes!

Ah the great British weekend is over and what a lovely, but busy weekend it was too. Fab weather which makes everything so much better and gives you so much more energy.

I managed to do all my housework on Saturday morning, bar the front room window which had to wait until I got home tonight. I worked like a little demon. Washing done and on the line. Every room polished and dusted. Bath and mirrors sparkling clean and even the cobwebs brushed off the ceiling corners. The went on to make Mediterranean roasted veggies for Matt's BBQ tomorrow and still fitted a trip to the cinema to watch Bruce Willis, not to clean it silly. No doubt about it I am a domestic goddess!

Sunday I went to church in the morning with Reni to chat to the minister about the wedding... why do they have church at some ungodly time such as 10am? I'm sure more people would go if it was 30mins or an hour later, or is that just me being a heathen?

Went on to my nephew Matt's BBQ which was a very pleasant way to spend an afternoon, even if he did say I looked like a 80's disco glitter ball in my new sparkly t-shirt the little sod! He's been calling me Alan Carr for over a year now thanks to my buck teeth and what were my fashionable glasses in their time! I was in such a mellow mood when I got home that I turned back into a domestic goddess again and spent a happy 30mins ironing while watching TV.
Didn't even get that stressed when I found huge spider in my bathroom, sitting on my towel... yuk... why now, far too early for spiders? They said at work, that it was because it's too hot for them and they come in for a cool down. Can't help but think that this one was so big it had squatters rights and I did go to bed with my trusty spider catcher close by just in case it used it's grappling irons to skimmy up the wall to break in through my open windows!

Needless to say with all the housework and one eye open for part of the night on spider watch, I was knackered this morning and had real trouble waking up and not only did I have to go to work, but I had to go to rehab afterwards. Hell I hated exercise before I was ill and here I am doing it in high temperatures... are they mad making us do this?! One of the old girls in my class told me that since leaving school 65 years ago, she's escaped doing exercise and now she is 82 and on oxygen, she having to do it twice a week! She is such a sweetie bless her. We do have a giggle in these classes, well we did until I got cramp in my calf muscle and then she didn't think I was as innocent as she first thought after exclaiming how much it hurt in Debbie talk!

Still I returned home and after sorting out mother's dinner, I washed my front room window and then had to cut a hedge back as I had trouble getting my wheelie bin down the side of my house. Why is it that one job turns into another and then another?
So all you fit people, no moaning that you are tired. This domestic goddess is now hanging up her toga and is going to pour herself out a brandy!

Los of love Debbie x

Sad news

Think I am actually moving away from being a technophobe at long last as I managed after only three days of trying to load my photos on to my computer. Now I just have to get them off again and on to a CD.

Not holding out a lot of hope there though, as I was useless in Tescos downloading some of my favourite photos. I didn't realise they came out in two places so I ended up with duplicate photos and a bigger bill than I actually wanted, plus standing there for ages trying to find out exactly where they came out in the first place! a bit like you've been framed.

Have ordered my dress for Oliver's and Reni's wedding today too, a lovely jade green one. Just hope it fits when it comes.

Heard some sad news today. A young girl that I've known since she was little, died yesterday. I think she was only in her late 30's. When I told my ex, he surprised me by saying he could remember her and her twin sister walking down our road to school, the same age as her eldest daughter is now.
It was a mixture of sadness and smiles to remember her like that and it brought back memories of me cutting their hair in the days that I was hairdressing at home. I'd always try and cut their hair slightly different so I could tell them apart. Never worked though. She was always so kind to me whenever I met her, never too busy for a chat.
Their dad died when he wasn't a lot older than her now and I remember that day so clearly. Sadness follows some families around which seems so grossly unfair.

I wish her peace and to her twin sister, her children, mother and brother strength and in time, happy memories of her that will never fade.

Lots of love Debbie x

Ol Scaly skin

New thing I learnt today. Don't rub your eye when wearing those gloves that look like and feel like scouring pads and are designed to buff up your skin. I can't spell what they are called and I have a sore eye to boot!
Thought I'd give my horrible dry flaky skin a treat in the bath this morning. Yes it really is that dry, if I add creams or oils to it, it's sucked in before I've put the lid back on the bottle.
This is what becomes of having no man in my life to buff my skin up for and before all you happy to be single ladies tell me off and say that I should be doing for myself... I say bumholes I'm too lazy! Ok I know the weather is at long last getting warmer and I shouldn't scare old ladies and young children with my scaly legs, so yes I will be good and do them regularly from now on.

After hauling my scaly skin and sore red eye into the car to go to work, I had to drop into the hospital on the way to get my months supply of drugs.
I had the drive in from hell!
I swear every lorry driver in the country saw me coming and decided to pull out in front of me. Maybe they were cbing each other to warn each other I was coming and my call name is 'Ol scaly snake' or 'one red eye'. If it wasn't the lorries, it was road works everywhere... arrrgghh and that was before I drove around and around the hospital car park.

Blimey it was a joy to get into work for peace and sanity... yeah right!

Lots of love Debbie x

Wise Miss Scarlett

A slightly better day at work today. Was really so crestfallen after yesterdays work that after re-hab and my chores, I just took to my bath and ignored any phones.

Losing a file may not seem like life or death and I was so sure that our computer bods would find it easy peasy, that I wanted to throw up when the whizz kid who I trust announced that he's never known that to happen to anyone before. I didn't want to break uncharted ground in the computer world, I just wanted my file back.

I went on to my re-hab class which was hard work doing exercises when you feel that you have lead weights instead of feet, oxygen levels of 88 on oxygen, balance had definitely gone out the window and then some of the information that I was being told was different to what I had been told earlier.

I think yesterday should have been a duvet day for me, but you can't win them all.

Today my head was a lot clearer and my balance was a wee bit better, so I was ready to try again. Got a new nasal spray from the doctor's so hopefully that might clear things. Laughed more today and it wasn't a hysterical laugh which is always a bonus!

In the words of Scarlett O'Hara 'Tomorrow is another day' so lets hope the week keeps getting better.

Lots of love Debbie x