12 March 2011 – clearing up the garden and football

Tidying up the front garden

Tidying up the front garden

It was sunny and bright here today so I decided to get out in the garden for a while and have a little tidy up. The teenagers from next door were fighting in the road in the early hours so I was feeling a little tired. They are not the best of neighbours, the parents always used to have all their rows in the garden or in the street, it seems the kids are following in their footsteps. About a year ago the parents split up and the teens have been living alone in the house since the mother remarried and moved out (great parenting there obviously). Their ages range from around 21 down to about 16 and they are more or less out of control. Continue reading

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3 January 2011- chill day and a new bathroom

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Tomorrow I am back to work again so today Was a chill day with a little bathroom hunting thrown in. This year we really will get our upstairs bathroom done. 

I cooked loads of meals for the week and to feed the freezer yesterday so, other than a quick kitchen clean, I’m done. We also took the Christmas Decorations down and put them back in the attic and cleaned up (well Commando cleaned up while I cooked). Life is finally looking like it’s back to normal. Continue reading

30 September 2009 – alcohol is not my friend

Wine, oh dear!

Wine, oh dear!

All this celebrating is becoming a bit of a habit and, if I’m not careful the scales will be going up again. Still, I have been dashing around getting as much done as possible, knowing I will be working five full days a week for the next six weeks while I’m training at The Mad House. There has been cooking to fill the freezer, lots of food shopping to get the food to cook and a massive house spring clean because I can’t see where I’m going to fit in proper housework. The training sounds like it’s going to be pretty full on and I figure I’m going to be dead on my feet by the end of each day, too tired to be cooking or cleaning for sure. Continue reading

25 September 2009 – good news, I think

A new dawn? Maybe

A new dawn? Maybe

Finally all the washing is done, dried and put away and the house is looking normal again. Of course, as soon as everything was done and I stopped dashing about, I started worrying about the job issue. One more week and I would be officially on the dole. This was not a happy prospect. Continue reading

23 September 2009 – back to cold hard reality

All about washing

All about washing

Today was all about unpacking and washing churning away in the machine. How come such a short holiday can generate so much dirty laundry? I’m sure it breeds in the suitcase on the flight. After the Spanish heat it felt cold. We’d gone from cropped trousers (me) and shorts (Commando) with thin t-shirts to jeans and thick jumpers in the space of a couple of hours on a plane. Continue reading

1 March 2009 – positive action, negative feelings

Networking

Networking

The last week has been spent frantically networking. I’ve emailed everyone in my contacts list letting them know I’m looking for a new job. I’ve been scouring the Internet for jobs in the travel industry but there’s hardly anything out there which is a worry. Over the last year I’ve spent an awful lot of time dealing with agency closures, sometimes double figures in one day, so it’s not that much of a shock to be honest. The industry is in free fall. All I can hope is that one of my ‘contacts in high places’ comes up with something. Continue reading

9 February 2009 – breaking down

Manic cleaning

Manic cleaning

I woke up this morning at the time my alarm would normally go off. I don’t know what happened to the weekend. It’s a blur of tears and hugs and worried faces. I got up. I don’t know why. Commando was surprised to see me when he came in from work. “Go back to bed,” he said. I didn’t though. I showered. I made breakfast. I looked at it. I didn’t eat it. There seems to be a lump of something in my chest. I can’t get food to go past it. I put on make up. I put on my coat. I went out. I walked. I walked for miles. I don’t know where I went. I came back. I started cleaning the kitchen. I cleaned out all the drawers. Years worth of mess, gone. I couldn’t stop. Continue reading