Saturday, 20 January 2018

The Two Things I Love the Most

The two things I love the most, apart from my family, my home, my cats, and coffee ...are reading and drinking wine.



It is rather sad, I think, that the two don't work very well together. If I drink wine and then read, I find myself re-reading what I read when I was drinking wine.

If only there was a way I could make the two things work together.

Maybe if I start reading first, then drink wine, I will remember most of it. No?

Maybe if I drink some coffee, start reading, drink wine.....No, that won't work...

My husband suggested I just buy books with larger print....hmmmmm.

Maybe if I invent some special wine, that still tastes great and does what wine does, except the thing that makes you forget what you have been reading... That's non-alcholic wine isn't it. Damn it. This isn't working at all.

I remember the days when you could smoke at work, have a liquid lunch and no one would bat an eyelid. My God, we must have done some dreadful work, and if you think that was what it was like in the early 1990's what was it like when there was the 1st and 2nd World Wars? Does that mean everyone in the offices issuing the orders to the troops, were actually a bit pissed. No wonder the wars went on for so long and were a bit rubbish when it came to planning*.

Well that digressed into a very dark place and has not in anyway resolved my problem, I don't want to run a war room, I simply want to read whilst enjoying some (quite a lot of) wine. I am not going to hurt anyone doing this (unless you count myself, I am quite aware of the impact on your health from drinking). I just want to do two of my favourite things, together successfully.

I have realised I sound like an alcoholic, I am not an alcoholic. I just like to drink red wine, often, usually in the evening, never in the morning and rarely at lunch time.

I am a fully functioning adult that takes her children to school and writes this, amongst other things. OK now I do sound like an alcoholic trying to justify this whole post. (Please don't over analyse this..)

NOT AN ALCOHOLIC

OK moving on, the problem is not getting resolved, reading V wine....hmmm reading v wine...

I think I may have to just accept the two are not compatible. Unless any of you have any genius suggestions. (You should see my hopeful face...I am very hopeful).

I look forward to hearing from you.

*I'd just like to apologise to all historians out there for all the HUGE generalisations I just made. Sorry.

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Thursday, 18 January 2018

How good are you at DIY?


I don't know about you but I am fairly good around the house. I can paint and wallpaper, use a drill, tile etc.

This is because my parents were excellent at teaching me some basic life skills, which set me up, and later I had some really dreadful boyfriends who were absolutely useless.

My husband is great at DIY, even though it stresses him out and makes him all shouty. 

To begin with I let him get on with it, largely as, at the beginning of the relationship, I arrived with my own tool kit, drill etc, in fact way more of that kind of thing than he did. He told me not to 'emasculate him' so I decided, brilliant some time off from that stuff.

In fairness, I had been living away from home since I was 18, he only moved out when he was 26 (as his Mum insisted). As a result I had needed tools along the way.

Nowadays we do most things together. Turns out I am the calm one. 

At the moment I am doing a little project of my own, I am turning a pillar wall into a black board in my kitchen.
That's the first coat of blackboard paint on

Underneath where the black board is, there will be tiles, these will go to above bin level.

This is because the bin, being where it is against the wall gets splashes of horrible stuff on the wall. If it is tiled I can wipe it clean.
This is dirty bin wall, prior to the blackboard paint - icky!!!


This will be better looking and much more hygienic.

Anyway, I am really curious about you, are you good at DIY?

Please could you fill in my poll in the side bar, once I have the results in a weeks time I will blog all the results. Thanks everso.

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Wednesday, 17 January 2018

My Teenage Diary - 6 days in 1984

This is me in 1984. It is the summer before sixth form. I live in Shrewsbury.

There is both a mullet and a perm going on here, not my best look. But, I was completely on trend at the time. Obvs.

I am deeply enamoured of someone called Nigel (I genuinely have no memory of this chap).

All spelling and grammar below is as per my diary.....ugh!

31.08.1984

This is the first time I meet him - we are at a place called The Goblet, which was like a disco/club/pub.

'Met a lad called Nigel, slightly punky, got good skin, got off with him, very lurid, right in the middle of the disco!!' 

The rest of what I say is too embarrassing, but the outcome is I don't want to see him again?

01.09.1984 (Saturday)

'My heart is in turmoil!! (I loved a double exclamation!!)(well maybe that's a slight exageration). Today I saw Nigel in town. And I phoned him up twice, and he promised to phone me tommorrow. And I'm meeting him 8 '0' Clock in the square on Monday.

...A bit of unnecessary chat about my day follows, including a note that there was break dancing on Pride Hill. Random.

'I can't make up my mind whether I like Nigel or not (I'm the most indecisisive person I know).  

 Then this,

They are called Brothel Creepers. Doh.
 'But he's got a lovely smile and really nice skin. Also he doesn't talk much on the phone. I will finish my lilac jumper tomorrow.'

Strangely, I do remember the lilac jumper. It was made of mohair and a b**ch to knit. This was back in the day when I knitted and sewed regularly. During the summer of 1984 I made at least two skirts and finished the lilac jumper and then made a similar one in orange for my friend Andy. As you do.

02.09.1984

'Nigel phoned me up. Did I want to go to his house tonight, I said I did. He was amazed.'

Question marks appear to be a thing of mystery to me.

'I caught the 7.32 bus to the English Bridge, I met Nigel off the bus. He seemed pleased to see me. Then we walked to his house'

What followed is censored, a girl has to have some secrets (also how I describe 'stuff' is awful).

'After all this we talked some more, he played music from a band he is in called TEETH. It was a lot better than I expected. They have a 1000 singles out of a song called something like 'coming out of the gloom' He has a very good voice. He asked me to go out with him, again. I might do. Although he became sort of sulky by the end of the evening. My Mum and Dad picked me up'.

03.09.1984 (Monday)

'I phoned up Nigel this evening (just gone six) I told him, if he still wanted me to go out with him I would, he said he didn't want me to, then he said he did (what a bastard) He said, what had changed my mind, well I couldn't really say I had been contemplating, he'd say I was mad. Anyway in the end he said he would phone me on Wednesday'

   
05.09.1984 (Wednesday)

'Phoned Nigel, as unsociable as ever on the phone however, a touch of wry humour touched todays conversation. Went out.'

12.09.1984 (Wednesday)

'I am sorry I haven't written resently but I have been very busy and been becoming very tired. I think I have finished with Nigel but I don't know. The conversation went like this on the phone.

'Hello'                                                                                                       Nigel
'Its Jane'                                                                                                    Me
'Yes'                                                                                                          Nigel
'I can't come to see you tonight'                                                               Me
'Why not'                                                                                                  Nigel 
'Because I don't want to'                                                                          Me
'OK Goodbye'                                                                                          Nigel
'Bye'                                                                                                          Me

End of conversation pretty bad huh!
I felt really guilty afterwards. Oh well.'

And that was it for Nigel, no wonder I don't remember him.

If you want to read more of my teenage diary, you can read the other post here

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Names have been changed to protect the innocent and those wearers of red socks and brothel creepers.


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