Saturday, 25 July 2009
Thursday, 23 July 2009
We've conquered living together (well apart from a few issues around cleaning, watching tv, tidying up....yeah quite a few issues actually...) so now it's time for the holiday together.
To be honest it's easy peasy to live with someone because it's not like we see each other all the time, he's out of the house just after 6am and doesn't come back until nearly 7pm and then there's the computer to play games on, televisions to watch, pictures to cross stitch, blogs to write so even when we're both home we're not in each other's pockets. And there always seems to be something going on on a weekend (which is why there are still things that need doing in the flat) so we don't actually spend that much quality alone alone time together.
Well I'm about to get all the alone time I want with 7 whole days coming up in each other's company.
And not just each other's company...
All his family's company as well...13 of them to be precise.
Yep I'm being serious. All it takes is 3 siblings to have boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands and children, throw in a couple of half siblings and a couple of grandparents and you have the recipe for a possibly very chaotic holiday.
Whlist I'm looking forward to getting away, really looking forward to it in fact, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a certain amount of trepidation that I'm feeling. I get on with everyone in his family really well but I don't know how well I can get on with them for a week. Non-stop. 24-7.
They're great they're just....very....fussy. I'm from a non-fussy family. Everyone does their own thing and gets on with it and there's no great pressure to do anything, everything will just work out. My boyfriend's family are pretty much the complete opposite - everything's a drama and there's a lot of "Well you can do this but you don't have to do it. You don't have to do it at all." (Meaning that if you don't do it you can be almost guaranteed a sulk) This is compounded by the fact that my boyfriend is pretty much a wuss when it comes to his mother. He can stand up in front of judge and jury and argue a case but he absolutely cannot say no to Mummy. It's infuriating. I can't be the one that says no - that'll make me the horrible witch who's stolen her son!
My hope is that in a crowd of 14 people, no-one's going to miss 2 of them if they sneak away for a little bit...
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
So I have been mainly doing the following....
Nursing my cold, which is NOT SWINE FLU! If one more person makes that joke or looks at me as if I've got leprosy, I'm going to deliberately sneeze or cough on them. (Please note: I'm not being cavalier, I don't have a fever which is one of the main swine flu symptoms)
And yes I am too cheap to buy tissues - toilet roll will have to do.
I have begun getting my feet beach ready (4 days to go baby!). Which involves scrubbing all that minging dead skin off them, slathering them in moisturising cream - laughing at the scar on the bottom of my foot that is the result of an ill-advised decision to walk home barefoot in Manchester and a run in with a broken bottle - and then painting my nails. Hate not having painted toenails. The nails on my hands I can cope with but my bare toenails? Bleurgh.
I've got all my clothes out ready for packing. I am a terrible packer. I always pack approximately 10,000 items too many and am determined to be one of those people who rock up with a normal sized suitcase full of brilliant pieces of clothing that work in 14 different ways. Failing that I'm only going for 1 week so can't overpack too much....she says.
Note: I am not taking the ginger furry person in the top right of the picture - although I would love to
Other than that I've been watching telly with my two furballs, we all liked Send in the Dogs - a programme about police dogs. When I was a wee thing the first job I ever wanted to do was be a police dog handler. Strange I know. And I couldn't even tell you why. All I do know is that it was the start of a long-standing obsession with German Shepherd dogs. I just love them and really hope I get the opportunity to own one one day. The programme also featured English Springer Spaniels, a dog my boyfriend's parents own - she's a hilarious character, mainly because she's the biggest wuss going. The difference between her and these drug-sniffing dogs couldn't be bigger.
I don't think it'll be long before we're all in bed where I can hopefully get a decent night's sleep before waking up to this....
Monday, 20 July 2009
Friday, 17 July 2009
Lots of love
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Remember when I moved out? I was pretty upset. I was worried about the fact that I was going to be living with a boy for the first time but I was also really sad to be leaving you behind. I didn't think I was going to get used to not having you guys about. But it turns out that you're here all the time!!
Monday, 13 July 2009
About a year ago I decided I was going to try and bake something. I seriously had never done any baking, we didn't do home economics at school and Mum wasn't a huge baker so I had no-one to learn from. After years of the most inventive thing I've ever done being chocolate rice crispie buns, I thought that it was time to give it a whirl.
If you'd have told me then that I'd be making carrot cake I'd have laughed in your face.
BUT I JUST DID IT!!!
A colleague was leaving, taking our office down to a merry band of 3 so we thought we'd have a little leaving party. When we were talking about cakes she said that she would like me to bake something (how good did that make me feel?!) so I decided I'd give the carrot cake a whirl, especially seeing as I'm going to be away the last week in July, which is when I usually do the bakes in a last minute rush.
So being the super-organised person I am, I went for it. Only it had to be a special cake because it was a celebration so out came the edible pink glitter and after a few shakes it became a cake that was meant to party.
Find the recipe HERE
As usual it lived up to its name and was incredibly simple to do. I did leave out the walnuts, but only because I forgot to buy them!
I still can't get over the fact that I made a carrot cake!
Thursday, 9 July 2009
RASPBERRY & ORANGE MUFFINS
Wednesday, 8 July 2009
There doesn't seem to be anything physically wrong with him. Mum was a little worried about his back legs but I gave them a thorough rub down and squeeze and he wasn't in pain. Plus he's walking fine and jumping and stretching so there's nothing the matter there.
Plus he's eating and drinking so I don't think there's any need for him to go to the vets who will always find something to charge you an extortionate amount for.
He's definitely out of sorts though and is more than a little bit unhappy. He seems a bit timid and is jumpy if you make sudden movements. And he's very very sleepy. But I think he's coming round slowly. I sat on the floor playing with Lily and the toy mice and he came over and half heartedly had a little jab at one of them so he's still in there, just a little bit subdued.
We've revised our initial thought that someone had taken him in though. He's lost a huge amount of weight, a lot more than I thought would be possible in just 2 days, so he definitely hasn't been fed. It sounds odd but his coat looks a little dull as well and his eyes aren't as sparky as they usually are. I wondered if he's maybe been chased away by a bigger cat and got lost seeing as he's never been out at night before or been too scared to come home until he maybe heard Mum calling him yesterday night.
I guess we'll never know what happened or where he was but none of that really matters I guess now that he's back safe and (almost) sound.
I do have a photo to upload of him but Blogger is being a PAIN and won't let me upload it. Damn you Blogger!!
Now I must take myself to bed to get a decent night's sleep for the first time all week. First I couldn't sleep because he was missing and last night I was so excited that he'd come back. I'm now ready to drop.
Thank you for all your kind wishes and messages, they've really meant a lot.
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
...He comes all the way home from Sheffield at 7pm when he's been out of the house since 6am and immediately goes and gets changed to take you out to go looking for your cat.
...He tramps about fields and streets calling "Fred!" and "Freddie!" in a high-pitched voice and doesn't get embarassed (or if he is doesn't show it).
...He carries on doing the above even when it starts to throw it down with rain.
...He gets the tea ready when you come in because you're too upset to make it and just want to sit on the sofa and cry.
...He helps you make a Missing poster that can be stuck up around the neighbourhood.
...He arranges it so that he can work from home the following day, just in case there's anything else your Mum needs.
...He sits beside you all night when you're sad and weepy and don't want to talk and doesn't ask anything of you but if there's anything else he can do to make you feel better.
...He knows what you're thinking just by looking at you.
(Fred's still missing)
Monday, 6 July 2009
Sunday, 5 July 2009
Friday, 3 July 2009
- A meeting that went on until 5pm. (On a Friday?! Isn't that illegal?)
- Helping a woman who'd collapsed on the street (well you don't just walk by do you? Unless you happen to be several other residents of Hull who did)
- Nearly getting run over by a bus (whilst regaling someone with the events of today)
At least I was on my way home though. I took a deep sigh of relief.
And walked in to this scene.....
Now who could possibly be responsible for such a catastrophe? (there's a clue for you there)
Suspect No 1
Suspect No 2
Who do you think is to blame?!
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
"All you have to do is bake something each month."
Et voila! Chocolate Orange Drizzle Cake!
I was surprised how easy this bake was. I'm a little bit scared of loafs having only made one accidentally once before.
However, true to form, it was indeed very simple to make and very sweet to eat!
(Plus I got to go mad with the sprinkles which is always fun)
I was everyone's favourite person in the office today as I brought a slice in for everyone, with one of my colleagues remarking that it was the best thing she'd eaten all week. I'm a bit worried about her diet to be honest...
For the recipe, stick your cursor over.......HERE!