Monday, 16 October 2017

What's on your Playlist?



I'm 50 on Friday and I'm having a party on Saturday to celebrate.

Currently, I'm trying to put together the ultimate playlist for the party. I didn't realise quite how tricky this was before I started.

My problem is, I have 50 years worth of music going through my head, and picking the right songs for when people are eating, drinking and hopefully dancing is proving challenging.

There are certain tracks that have to be on my playlist, no matter what.

These tracks are my all time favourites.

The Killers - Mr Brightside
Muse - Feeling Good
Josh Wink - A Higher State of Consciousness
Garbage - Cherry Lips

But I also like a bit of Stormzy, Wiley, Tinie Tempah and Macklemore

AND

I have a Ratpack 1950's theme so there has to be some Sammy Davis Jr, Frank Sinatra & Dean Martin (to name but a few) and definitely some Elvis.

Gah. I did this to myself. Even as I type this I am listening to Iggy Azalea to see if she can 'Change Your Life'. 

I have 9 hours to fill, I currently have over 14 hours worth of music and I'm still adding songs, last night I realised I can't live with out 'Fix Up Look Sharp' by Dizzie Rascal, yesterday it was Bang Bang with Jessie J etc, and 'Cake by the Ocean' by DNCE. 

I wake up thinking about music and go to sleep doing the same.

So I am having to go through the list to decide if it the track is filler or killer.

Why can't I have everything? My guests will just have to stay all night and most of the next day to listen to all the music.

Problem solved. Yay.

What would you put on your playlist?


Thursday, 12 October 2017

The Grey Cat that Wouldn't

This is Millie, my grey cat that won't.
Once upon a time there was a grey cat.

She was a jumpy cat, she'd not had the best start in life, so when she first came to live with her people she didn't trust them.

She hid under a bookcase for a week.

She was very frightened.

But the people coaxed her out with food, little treats, and soft voices.

As time went on she began to trust her people. They fed her, she was warm, she had her own bed.

She liked their strokes and their love.

And things settled down and she had a happy life.

But then something happened. A mangy cat visited.

He threw his stinky scent everywhere and ate all of her food.

Her people didn't like that, so they changed her cat door to one that beeped.

The mangy cat didn't like that,  and couldn't get in.

But the grey cat was afraid of the beep.

She didn't want to come in through her door any more.

At first it didn't matter, her people had their back door open all the time as the weather was warm.

But then it got colder.

Grey cat didn't want to stay in the house any more.

There was no way out except through the beepy door.

Her people would open their door and call her in. But then they would close their door.

This frightened grey cat,  she was trapped.

But she wanted food.

Grey cat stayed close and her people offered her treats again to try to encourage her back in and to feel safe again.

But grey cat didn't like the beep.

Grey cat didn't trust her people.

Grey cat didn't want to come in.

Grey cat would rather stay outside in the cold than come back into the warm, safe house.

Because of a beep.

Her people didn't know what to do.

Her people were very sad.

But grey cat just wouldn't

Come in.

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If any one has any suggestions to help with this problem, please let me know, I really want my cat to come in and it's getting too cold to keep the back door open all the time.

Thanks


Sunday, 8 October 2017

Saturday Nights Alright for Drinking


My drink of choice...

Last night I went out with my husband and a couple of friends. We had a curry and went for a few drinks down the pub.

Not unusual for a Saturday night, I hear you say. This is VERY unusual.

Since I have had children (over 14 years ago) my husband and I have struggled to find baby sitters. My husbands parents and sister live in Ireland and my brother and his wife live over 60 miles away (My Mum has passed away and my Dad is in a home with dementia).

On very special occasions we have managed to get a baby sitter but it is always a struggle as most of our friends have young children as well.

So what changed last night? We left the kids with our friends kids at their house. My eldest is nearly 15 and their eldest is 14.

We finally feel they are old enough to be left alone and be responsible for themselves and look after the two younger children.

We still didn't stay out really late, we were back at the house by 10pm, but oh my God it was lovely.

Although, I am used to the pace of sofa drinking which is quite a slow affair, not this round after round malarkey. Suffice to say, I got a bit drunk.

After my friends and the kids had all gone to bed, I spent the last part of the evening crying at my husband, (please see my previous post here, this crying thing has to stop!) as my cat wasn't a lap cat any more and didn't come in enough - utterly ridiculous - whilst trying to make friends with our friends cat.

Our friends cat, Precious, who didn't want to be friends with me last night.

Surprisingly, our friends cat didn't want to be friends with the drunk crying woman...Gah.

Despite the last part of the evening, the night was a great success, our kids didn't fight or blow anything up or run with knives whilst climbing a ladder. Brilliant. So we will be able to do this again.

Next time, however, I will pace myself a little more and try to be slightly less tearful at the end of the evening.

Cheers to all the future Saturday nights - Yay!


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