.... random rants and rambles. no agenda. yet.

Goodness me, the wastage. What's wrong with Freecycling a good old telly?!

(*As spotted at a recycling centre in Devon. Yes, I do go and take photos at random recycling centres when I'm on holiday; I'm funny like that.)

Posted by j at 4:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

It has been 20 days since I last blogged. Forgive me, O Whoever, for my sins.

Did you miss me? I thought not.

I don't know where all the time went, but now it's gone, so all I can do is blog about it. So, yeah, we went to Devon, attended a lovely wedding, then had a nice week walking on beaches and stuff, then came back home again, relatively unscathed, except for the fact that the journey there took 8 hours and 10 hours on the way back (we took a detour to see some friends and then C's parents). If you have ever shared the back seat of a car with a screaming baby, you will know that it is really not fun, and when you arrive at wherever you were headed, you will be so grateful that you could eat your own feet.

So, go to hell, Google Maps. You're doing it all wrong.

In fact, we nearly didn't make it home from Devon at all, because C helpfully hung our car key up with her parents', and her mum accidently took it to a local shop with her that morning and put them all down on the counter while she paid. Then, when she was leaving, the shop assistant held up our car key and asked if it was hers, so of course, she said no.

MUCH frantic searching later, we established this, so then I had to go along to the shop to identify our key, amidst funny looks from whoever was in the shop at the time. Sometimes, life is complicated.

In other news, it certainly seems to be Killer Cat Season at the moment. I AM NOT HAPPY ABOUT THIS. We've worked out that Harrythecat mercilessly likes to kill baby voles and other furry things that are too young and bewildered to know how to escape from his murdering clutches. NOT HAPPY. Also, apparently, Brian likes to eat the remains. DEFINITELY NO HAPPINESS.

All of this is made worse by the fact that the long grass in the field behind our house has been chopped down and made into haystacks, because this means that Harrythecat can find his poor defenceless prey more easily - I know this because I SAW HIM DO IT the other day - and it also makes my hayfever much worse... I had to get up really early this morning because I couldn't stand not being able to breathe and wanting to scratch my eyes out any longer. Sigh.

Mind you, now that the grass is down, C and I saw a fox in the early hours of this morning, far, far away up the hill. From the way that he was scurrying around, you could tell that he was thinking, "Where the f*** have they put my grass?!"

Precisely.

Posted by j at 11:58 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I haven't updated this blog for a while because the dog ate my homework and then the computer blew up and when I gathered up the pieces I realised there was a bit missing so it didn't work any more. Or something.

Seriously, aside from the usual flurry that is my life, I've been bogged down by hayfever, which has left me feeling as if someone blew pepper in my eyes, sucked out my brain and replaced it with a ball of cotton wool, then filled my nostrils with sandpaper. God. Today, I gave up on the cheap medication that I was taking and went to see our nice local herbalist, who gave me some special tiny tablets that you have to put on your tongue and they dissolve. Oddly, they don't taste of anything, which is probably a good thing. I'm just glad that I feel better already, although there are 450 - yes, 450! - in the box, which I calculate will last me for 36 days because I have to take 12 a day. Weird.

In other news, I have been Hero Mummy twice this week; today by dashing around in the rain (yes, I know, what's that about?!) with the empty pram, cramming it into the car and driving round the corner to pick C and The Boy up, so they didn't get wet, BUT MY FOOT GOT SOAKED. The other heroics were also weather-related, when one night I drove to the 24-hour Tesco to buy a fan because it was too hot for The Boy to sleep. Of course, the 24-hour Tesco HAD NO FANS, but the late-closing Sainsbury's had a vast array of them instead. Phew.

Having cooled down, The Boy is doing great, although he seems to be teething, or at least warming up to it (a health visitor told us "it might just be his teeth moving around in his gums" which makes me feel pale inside), which means he screams more than usual. He doesn't usually scream or cry much, so it's a bit unnerving having a calm baby who suddenly goes purple and wails as if something bad just happened - but we can't see the bad thing, which makes it a bit confusing sometimes.

He did enjoy being pushed on a 2-hour hill walk last Sunday, though. Yes, I know that was a bit insane, but it seemed too hot for slings, so we prammed it up and down the country lanes of Calderdale.

Oh, and Big Brother 10 has started. Maybe this year, I'll like it for more than two days. We'll see!

Posted by j at 8:05 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)