My world as it stands so far
Venus has kidnapped my daughters teddies again and is currently holding them hostage under my bed in her "nest".
Ian and I raided a skip last week (with consent from the owner). We salavged quite a few items that had come out of an empty business property. Some of these items we have kept, but most have been donated to charity or handed out amongst friends and family. The skip owner threw some lever arch files in the skip. Ian decided he wanted some of those. The owner told us there was some more to come out if we were interested. So we said yes, we'd take the lot. You should have seen the look on my face when the guy brought no less than 171 lever arch files. I couldn't see my front room for days. We have found new homes for about 115 of them via freecycle and various local community groups. Just another 50 or so left to go :p At least they haven't gone to land fill.
I went out on friday with a friend. We arranged to meet at D's house, then go down to the pub. D told us she had a dead mouse on her kitchen floor that she hadn't got around to shifting. We all gathered around the dead mouse while Charlie (her cat) weaved in and out of our legs as if to say "Yes, I did that, now feed me!". We eventually got down to the pub and had a good girly couple of hours before our men and a couple of other male friends joined us. Four pints of lager later I remembered the mouse. I pulled it out of my coat pocket and showed it to everyone. Nobody was the least bit suprised, but it made a nice topic of conversation.
Saturday morning I had to get up early to go on a two day course on stewarding. Day one was to be First Aid. I felt a bit rough, I think it was the black russian the night before that did it. I was tempted to stay in bed and give the course a miss, but I knew I would regret it later. After having a long convesation with Ruth around the U-bend I felt slightly better. The course was a laugh especially with the blow-up dolls.
Sunday was the actual stewarding course. We did searches, discussed methods of self presservation, use of radios etc. I really enjoyed myself.
Friend A rang me the other day, he'd got hold of a push bike for me if I was interested. I've been on the look out for one for ages. I'm hoping it will provide some good excersise for my ankle. When he dropped it off I had to stifle the sniggers. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth I thanked him very much and glanced around the street to make sure there was no witnesses before I wheeled it into the house. Sure it was the right size, and great it's a mountain bike, fair enough there are girl bikes and there are boy bikes, but this was neither, this was a "GIRLIE" bike. Girl frame, thin girly wheels and half-moon girly mud guards, tinkly bell and basket tray on the back. I'm just grateful it wasn't pink with yellow daisies on it. Boy, do I sound ungrateful. I'm not, honestly, but I do have style man, and that just ain't it! Don't get me wrong, I don't mind girl bikes, but their is a limit and this bike was definately it. If I'm going to ride a girl bike I want one that has style. I've been doing some work on it and now it looks shit hot. The mud guards have gone, and it now has proper tires. I did think about taking off the bell and basket tray, but I've decided against it. I've now got a girlie bike with attitude. Classic!
I decided to take it out for a test run. I live on a hill. So there I am trying to peddle my bike up the hill onto the flat, but getting nowhere fast. I couldn't get the peddles to go round. Worse, I had been spotted. BL was at the top of the street yelling at me to get my knees up. It wasn't until I fell of the bike that I realised that I had it in the wrong gear! I did eventually get the bike onto the flat where I rode it up and down a stretch of cobbled road twice before taking it back home. I collapsed in a chair exhausted. I had only been out on it for ten minutes and already I had saddle sores! While riding I also discovered that the seat wasn't tightened properly so while I was riding on the cobbles the seat tipped back and I nearly ended up sitting on the rear wheel.
My son is doing a cross-country run on saturday. Yesterday they did a practise run. When I went to collect him his trainer told me that most of the course is very muddy and my son didn't slip once. He also told me that there is a small patch on the course that is stoney and my son found it! He has a nasty graze on his arm and a worse one right on his hip bone.
I borrowed Ian's door keys the other day because I had misplaced my own. When he asked for them back I told him they were in my coat pocket so he went to get them out. When he yelled from the porch "I can't lock the door with a dead mouse" I told him to try the other pocket.
Ian and I raided a skip last week (with consent from the owner). We salavged quite a few items that had come out of an empty business property. Some of these items we have kept, but most have been donated to charity or handed out amongst friends and family. The skip owner threw some lever arch files in the skip. Ian decided he wanted some of those. The owner told us there was some more to come out if we were interested. So we said yes, we'd take the lot. You should have seen the look on my face when the guy brought no less than 171 lever arch files. I couldn't see my front room for days. We have found new homes for about 115 of them via freecycle and various local community groups. Just another 50 or so left to go :p At least they haven't gone to land fill.
I went out on friday with a friend. We arranged to meet at D's house, then go down to the pub. D told us she had a dead mouse on her kitchen floor that she hadn't got around to shifting. We all gathered around the dead mouse while Charlie (her cat) weaved in and out of our legs as if to say "Yes, I did that, now feed me!". We eventually got down to the pub and had a good girly couple of hours before our men and a couple of other male friends joined us. Four pints of lager later I remembered the mouse. I pulled it out of my coat pocket and showed it to everyone. Nobody was the least bit suprised, but it made a nice topic of conversation.
Saturday morning I had to get up early to go on a two day course on stewarding. Day one was to be First Aid. I felt a bit rough, I think it was the black russian the night before that did it. I was tempted to stay in bed and give the course a miss, but I knew I would regret it later. After having a long convesation with Ruth around the U-bend I felt slightly better. The course was a laugh especially with the blow-up dolls.
Sunday was the actual stewarding course. We did searches, discussed methods of self presservation, use of radios etc. I really enjoyed myself.
Friend A rang me the other day, he'd got hold of a push bike for me if I was interested. I've been on the look out for one for ages. I'm hoping it will provide some good excersise for my ankle. When he dropped it off I had to stifle the sniggers. Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth I thanked him very much and glanced around the street to make sure there was no witnesses before I wheeled it into the house. Sure it was the right size, and great it's a mountain bike, fair enough there are girl bikes and there are boy bikes, but this was neither, this was a "GIRLIE" bike. Girl frame, thin girly wheels and half-moon girly mud guards, tinkly bell and basket tray on the back. I'm just grateful it wasn't pink with yellow daisies on it. Boy, do I sound ungrateful. I'm not, honestly, but I do have style man, and that just ain't it! Don't get me wrong, I don't mind girl bikes, but their is a limit and this bike was definately it. If I'm going to ride a girl bike I want one that has style. I've been doing some work on it and now it looks shit hot. The mud guards have gone, and it now has proper tires. I did think about taking off the bell and basket tray, but I've decided against it. I've now got a girlie bike with attitude. Classic!
I decided to take it out for a test run. I live on a hill. So there I am trying to peddle my bike up the hill onto the flat, but getting nowhere fast. I couldn't get the peddles to go round. Worse, I had been spotted. BL was at the top of the street yelling at me to get my knees up. It wasn't until I fell of the bike that I realised that I had it in the wrong gear! I did eventually get the bike onto the flat where I rode it up and down a stretch of cobbled road twice before taking it back home. I collapsed in a chair exhausted. I had only been out on it for ten minutes and already I had saddle sores! While riding I also discovered that the seat wasn't tightened properly so while I was riding on the cobbles the seat tipped back and I nearly ended up sitting on the rear wheel.
My son is doing a cross-country run on saturday. Yesterday they did a practise run. When I went to collect him his trainer told me that most of the course is very muddy and my son didn't slip once. He also told me that there is a small patch on the course that is stoney and my son found it! He has a nasty graze on his arm and a worse one right on his hip bone.
I borrowed Ian's door keys the other day because I had misplaced my own. When he asked for them back I told him they were in my coat pocket so he went to get them out. When he yelled from the porch "I can't lock the door with a dead mouse" I told him to try the other pocket.