waiting for sanity

My favourite kind of afternoon. Sat in the psychiatrist's office waiting 3/4 of an hour to see her.
Luckily I had an old copy of 'Real People' to keep me going. A chav magazine combining 'Take a Break' and 'How to die but get 500 quid from a magazine whilst doing it'
Stuffed full of stories of brain tumours and still births and even having cancer whilst your husband screws your best mate.
Then there was the reader who wrote in with a picture of her 'haunted' till receipt. The bill was £6.66 and the date of the receipt was 6/6/06. 666 the number of the beast... Right! Personally I'd have felt embarrassed that the most expensive item was a packet of Mayfair Kings.
Then there was a top tip.
On a long journey freeze a couple of face flannels over night then pop them in your cool bag. When the kids get hot and bothered you can wipe them round their dear little faces and necks and keep them cool. What's wrong with a bit of spit and a tissue?
Then the final story was about a married middle aged woman, who felt something was lacking in her life and took up with a long haired tattooed biker naturist. Now they strip off at every opportunity and go to a nudist colony weekly. They didn't have a nude wedding but she'd have liked one.
Thankfully I was then called to see the doctor. A fresh faced guy of about 25. His first week in psychiatry. He told me he wanted to be a surgeon. I looked at his hands.... yep very nice.
I hate seeing juniors. I see it as a total waste of time.
"How are you sleeping?" stock question
"In bed" stock answer
"umm haha ummm any feelings of suicide?"
He looked uncomfortable. He didn't look me in the eye once.
I am aware I can intimidate easily.
"Have you done paediatrics?" I asked... Oh gawd. He's coming to my ward next April. Great. Better be nicer then.
He's decided he'd write to my GP and tell him about my daily headaches. My GP will be pleased.
On the way out a fellow patient who knew I'd been waiting ages asked me if it was worth the wait.
"Well he was good looking" I replied.
Danz (who'd sat patiently throughout this) rolled her eyes.
Poor kid, having me as a mother.
Least life isn't dull.

fun sundays

We haven't seen our new baby kitten for 2 weeks what with going away last week. Today we went up to the farm to see how she'd grown and changed. She's very cute but still looks like a guinea pig, maybe she IS a guinea pig. My sister can't wait to get rid of them... They're apparently very naughty now. She looked sweet and lovely to me though!

The other four cuddled up pose for the camera. Shame they're all going to be separated in a few weeks.

Spring in his front room? Nah,easy mistake as his lounge is as plush as plush can be.No this is the local pub the Bath Arms. Seems the residents of Horningsham need nice sofas and pot-pourri with their half of Stella.

Plus they need nice big paintings of strange exotic fellows whilst they munch on their packet of cheese and onion. Curious lot those villagers.

you're fit but my gosh don't you know it

Getting fit? Or a very lovely social event? The gym is brilliant. I always liked it before but it's more fun with Spring. Thing is we haven't actually made it into the gym bit yet. Just the pool. The gym looks VERY scary. Today's Bike class was almost violent. 1/2 hour of biking uphill and sweat pouring off them.... Ugh,
This is Spring at the gym cafe buying me goodies.

Meanwhile back at the farm.... Bailey whose fat enough already found a nice chocolate cake and cream just irresistible. I'm really not sure what she's going to make of Heidi at all....

At the Masons pub in Frome. On the toilet cubicle was a sign for slimming world. Yes you Can!! Wonderful..... Note the addition. 'If you can't fit in this toilet cubicle you need slimming world.'
Wonder who wrote that?

trin trafficking

I'm pretty much dreading next week with the schools going back in Bristol. The traffic is bad enough all ready and I'm finding the daily trek across the city a real chore. There was one day this week when the roads were full of trucks, skip lorries and dumpster lorries and everything was so slow and dirty.
Work is slowly becoming more and more depressing as we edge towards the April date when we close and get disbanded to other hospitals.
Not everyone wants to move to the Children's Hospital and that other hospital Trust. Also it's bang in the centre of town and parking will be a complete nightmare.
This week I've noticed several of my work mates seeming really depressed and unhappy. It's so sad and no one is addressing it at all. After 20 years of working with these people we're all being got rid of... yep that's how it feels. 20 years of building up a good unit, an excellent reputation and all for nothing. I hate them all. They have no idea and are doing nothing to make us feel secure at all.
One day I'm going to give it all up and ditch the lot of them. The NHS? Spit on it.
Yesterday I drove to Springs house to see the Red Bull airplane display by his house. I have never seen such chaotic traffic... One woman stopped wound down her window to speak to me. She'd been in a queue stopped dead for 2 hours. Her kids were besides themselves and she was very angry. She'd begun her journey at 8am that morning and it when then 3 pm. Longleat seemed to have no organisation with the car parking and traffic. And guess what? The planes didn't even fly. Weather too bad.
I did see this car proudly displaying the fathers for justice sign in his rear window. Idiot. Bet he has a large array of Superman costumes in his wardrobe.
Grrrr.

nude flying

I kind of understand people's anxiety and worry about flying and the new security measures. However I do think Ryanair at least have tried to do something about the horrendous experience ordinary people flying have suffered lately.
But THIS made me laugh. Ryanair feel that naked flying will be the thing of the future. No clothes? No danger. No queues and no strip searches. Wahay

Ryanair has published this "humorous" photo, under the caption "New Airport Security Procedures Put Fun Back In Flying"

my club (and not the seeds and eggs one)

Ok one of those posts. I haven't done one in a while. I spoke to a good friend today who kept saying I was so much better and so much happier than he'd ever known me.
He's right.
Tonight, however, I find myself alone for the first time in ages. Abby has actually gone out to a party and Danz is staying with her Grandparents. So here I am all alone. I'm not sure what to do with myself. I'm a bit miserable.
It's been a a very difficult month. But it's all over so why do I still feel ill with it all and headachy all the time? Post stress fever? A bit like Saturday night fever but without John Travolta doing the splits.
I always feel so much better writing stuff here for you.
You know, I don't owe any money to anyone. I've paid my rent, council tax, all the other household bill crap stuff. My car has been taxed this month. And I still have some money to live on for the month. I have a lovely boyfriend who's kind, patient and understanding (and I think he loves me) Abby is sorted out for college and Danz seems happy.
Bailey is still a pain and is at this very moment ripping the material from the settee..... But oh well!
Hmmm life is good.... Remind me why was I feeling down?

Wednesday and all is well

There's just no bloody privacy here anymore. Here I am in my knickers cooking in the kitchen with the back door open. Now normally my high fences and summer garden would hide the patio area and doorway completely. I could have my very own nudist colony here with no problem. But this year has seen the rise of the trampoline. Those large 15 foot monstrosities that every single kid with a loving parent owns around here. In the mornings all you can here is the squeak of the springs as they bounce up and down in unison.
Today I'm cooking and some kid yells out "Hello Trin"... Then more quietly. "Mummy! Trin has her knickers on". Feck off kids, you're lucky I got them on.
The trampolines have caused several arguments. One child reckons she can do 500 bum drops and the other kid says she can do 5 million and there have been copious tears. The dog next door Tiababy is regularly man handled onto the trampoline and bounced until she barks like a seal being eaten by a polar bear. Kevin two doors down has been caught spitting on his neighbours one and his fav trick is peeing over the fence.
This is such a select neighbourhood. A virtual Pontins fest.
Abby's dad sent her a 20 quid cheque today. For her exams. Nice of him. But he spelt her name wrong. On the envelope, the card and cheque he spelt it Abigial. In the card her name is crossed out three times with various spellings and then he settled on Abigial.
On well. I guess I should have called her something easier like Jo.
She also had a really cool card from Clarrie which she was thrilled about.
We spent the afternoon at the college sorting out her course. They've accepted her thankfully. There was about 50 kids there who'd just decided to apply and needed interviews. It was chaos really. She has to start Monday at 09.30. She's appalled at the 'early' start. Ha! It'll do her the world of good.

googlisms

Always a favourite. Stick in a word or name and press googlism. I shoved in Springs all time fav band Showaddywaddy.

showaddywaddy is still playing live gigs after 30 years in the music business
showaddywaddy is perhaps not the best
showaddywaddy is also popular as sha na na
showaddywaddy is standing for
showaddywaddy is still rocking with hits such as "under the moon of love"
showaddywaddy is that it's a totally versatile band
showaddywaddy is every bit
showaddywaddy is well and truly here to stay
showaddywaddy is back with
showaddywaddy is most frequently compared
showaddywaddy is
showaddywaddy is not gonna be happy" said an anxious pear

I like the last line best.... Anxious Pear??? Hmmm

cheek of it

Wonder what the 'Others' are? Aliens from outer space? Politicians?

gimme meat

Gasp... they found out........

part deux return of the snake

Our Chalet or Challette as small Spring referred to it was situated right on top of the fun fair. It was jolly and charming to hear the screams and mechanical noises of the people and rides all day and most of the night. But a highlight of the holiday was when the roller coaster broke down. Those poor sods were stuck on there for at least an hour. About 50 foot up. I thought the fire brigade should have been called but no.... The ride guys climbed the ride and took the people off one by one, including a child and they actually walked down the chain walkway. Amazing. It put my girls off of rides for ever.

Sunday night was spent in the non smoking ballroom which was about an 8th full. The smoking ballroom was full to capacity of course. The entertainment was a very camp bald bluecoat with a lisp doing dances alone to a handful of small kids and a man in one of those awful character suits called maxi max (or something similar) then the cabaret was a guy from Bristol doing Tom Jones songs and Elvis turns.
You could also get a tattoo in the form of a wound (real street cred there) or a jewel attached to your front tooth for 12 quid.
Despite several drinks I felt the need to leave after an hour or so. I wanted a deep fried mars bar on the way home (yep they sold them!!) but the queue was too long with other hungry campers needing the sweet nutricious snack. Shame.

On the way out of the non smoking ballroom I snapped this classic picture of a cigarette machine.
10 embassy number six anyone?
Home now. We had a good time all told. The chalet was ok. Smelt of cigarettes. But on the whole was nice. There was a gutter outside the door and the entire thing was filled with ciggie butts. I have never seen so many. One wonders how Pontins will fayre when the smoking ban comes in next year?
There is nothing chavvier than seeing someone with a fag in their mouth. I know that my medical background makes me very anti smoking. Watching 50 year old men having half their faces and throats removed with cancer caused by heavy smoking makes me so angry.
I'd say 85% of the adults in Pontins smoked this weekend.
Something really has to be done.

pontins '06

Pontins Brean Somerset 2006. Bank Holiday weekend with a kick. We arrived before Spring and made our way to the restaurant where we had the compulsory chav flavoured all day breakfast and settled in for the duration. Abby was thrilled to see her old mate Postman Pat make his rounds whilst we were eating. She was obsessed with Pat when she was little. However seeing this 6 foot manbeast lurching around the place was enough to put you off your fried bread. Wonder if he knows size does now matter with Royal Mail?

Friday night and me and Spring left the kids alone (eeek) locked the door and skipped off to see the highlight of my entire life. Showaddywaddy. I was rather hysterical to find that I actually knew all the lyrics and the dance moves. I blame my parental Christian upbringing.
The venue was packed with Brummies shouting 'get your kegs off' and 'Give us a fag Les'. However Spring is going to do a rousing review of the show so I'll link to it when it's made available for public consumption(Go check) All I can say is "Pretty Little Angel Eyes"

Keep out? Who in their right mind would go in there. Abby had nightmares all night about The Ring and that girl with the rather unkempt hair chasing her. This was on the beach. We went there for about 20 seconds. Got sandwhipped and the kids wanted to go back. I have to say holidays are much more chilled with just me and Spring.

Danielle is bowing to Spring.... Us Trinity women know our places.
(right)

off on me hols

Today was ok. I was really happy for Abby. She did far better than we'd expected and one grade C more and she'd have been eligible to take A levels. She'd been so nervous. Spring said that the school's policy of not actually expecting them to achieve much was to blame.
Anyways she has more than enough for her chosen course.
Some of her 'friends' were celebrating tonight together. I hope she makes some really good friends at college. People who'll make her laugh and she can hang out with.
The official receiver interview was fine and I think that's it. Relief all round. New start. I paid all my bills first this month. I don't owe anything. Good feeling... Still tinged with guilt but it will pass.
Now on to our annual family holiday (lol) Bank Holiday weekend in Pontins. Chav central. But I've been looking forward to this. The time when the bankruptcy would be over, Abby's results in and sorted. We booked it because I just felt I hadn't done anything with the girls. I know Pontins isn't glam but it's fun... And we want fun.
And guess what? This weekend Showaddywaddy are playing.
"Lets go for a little walk... Under the moon of Love"
Now to me this is the better of the options. Previous weekends have had 'The Celine Dion Tribute Band'. 'The Cheeky Girls' or 'Michelle Gayle'
I expect Spring is at home packing his 70's rock and roll costume as we read this.
Purple velvet with huge bell bottoms. Class.

well done abby

you did me proud. Loves you
xxx

more pink stuff

The Hello Kitty Credit Card

As my mate Karl puts it so well.

"Because you know, debt and bankruptcy are so adorable!"

Got an interview with the official receiver tomorrow.... Worry worry worry.
Least I didn't have the embarrassment of cutting up this pink horror in front of him.

gay vee train

When you think of Train fanatics what comes to mind? Train sets? Anoraks? Steam puffer trains? Pink things?
Ummm rewind there.... Pink things?
Spring has recently taken a batch of new stickers for the Somerset and Dorset Railway. Car stickers at about 2 quid (I think) but when they arrived he was a little surprised at finding they were pink. His partner in crime Jules had ordered them and Spring thought he'd either had a MAD brain storm or genuinely LIKED pink.
Anyways seems the printer firm got the instructions wrong and the white background was changed to pink by accident. Apparently.
I think pink is probably the chosen colour of all train spotters.
Rather a shame that the next lot will be in dull bland white.




Robin says...
"Holy Steam Trains. Go buy a pink S&D sticker now Bat fiends. After all Pink is the colour of my Holy Genitalia"

matchmaking god

I get these damn Christian singles emails every single day. I reckon someone is having a laugh and signed me up or some do gooder Christian is trying to save my soul.
My mum's neighbour Edie is a devout Christian but her Husband Cecil thinks it's all a load of crap. She 'knows' they won't be together for all eternity because he is naturally doomed to hell and damnation. Oh well.

What bad luck that Edie wasn't able to take advantage of the fabulous Christian Singles service? She needn't have spent 50 years with the heathen Cecil (who incidently is a total gem, kind, calm, hard working, handy round the house and probably fab in bed)
She could have got "The One".
Isn't the internet great?

shut up head

Ridiculously stressed tonight. The bankruptcy has made me ill this week. Every day I woke with a headache and feeling sick and tummy ache. But this weekend with my birthday and Spring here I kind of swept it away. After he went tonight I got out the forms I had to fill out, pages of them AGAIN.
I had to do an expediture sheet which was so basic, I found it hard to get everything in and not look like I have thousands left over each year. Then write a letter to say why they shouldn't take the car and sell it. The fact it's worth about 500 quid and had a dodgy clutch doesn't matter. But without a car I shall not be travelling 2 hours to work and 2 hours back every day on a stupid bus. I shall go on the Social. Join the club here.
Then I had to get stuff witnessed... So I had to get Barbara next door to do it. Embarrassed or what? Then I can't find any wage slips except this months. I reckon the rest are in my drawer in work, but the forms had to be posted as they have to get there Tuesday Morning at the latest.
Then I have another interview with the official receiver on Thursday to find out his decision on whether I am to blame or need to pay money to him for the bankruptcy.
Someone send me some chill pills.
Oh yes, he wants bank statements. I am on a paperless option and can't use the internet banking no more as they foreclosed on me. So what am I meant to do?
Worry worry worry.
I am pathetic. I think Spring must be really pissed off with me this week.

bristol rubbish

We went to my Mother's for tea today.. A kind of birthday thing. Me the girls Spring and small Spring. My mother got the old photos out. Spring was hoping to find something incriminating as I'd found some really glorious pictures of him as a kid. One age about 2 with the jauntiest bobble hat just tipped to the right and one aged about 16 with a horrendous hand knitted brown and yellow tank top (don't worry one of these days I shall post them)
The subject got onto the bins. Bristol has been having wide spread trouble with our refuse collection. We have this new system... I don't get it. My sister said that's all anyone talks about in work... The bloody bins.
We've all got new brown bins for old food. Any old food. The bin gets emptied every two weeks along with our wheelie bin and recycle bin for cans etc. Now the guys on this estate aren't known for their degrees in ecology. Plus, the kids are bored. They've been tipping the food bins out, leaving them open so the flies and maggots are having the biggest block party ever.
I had no instructions with this bin. My mother says you're meant to line it with newspaper. I don't buy newspapers and if they think I'm going to start to line the fucking brown bin... They are joking.
The bin men are the surliest and most miserable bunch ever. Give you a mouthful of abuse soon as look at you. Last week they 'forgot' to empty our bins. 5 times I called the council. 5 times they told me a load of total crap about them coming to empty them... To no avail. The 5th time this girl called Sinitta said they'd come on the normal day Friday but take side rubbish as well. I was appeased. Friday came and I watched as the bin men came and picked up the side rubbish and threw it down the street in disgust. I went straight out and had a row. I won in the end. They took all the rubbish, but I was stressed and frustrated.
I have a ton of pizza boxes from my birthday outside. I'm going to collect the lot and dump them outside the council building later.
Fuckers.
We all know it ends up in China anyways. Recycle? Don't make me laugh. I may not stop.

my birthday

Once again I find myself a year older. This is becoming an alarming regularity that needs addressing. Anyways 36 is respectable.... so fecking respect me.
I had some lush gifts, most of which have to be returned today (apparently)
Thanks for every one of them.

I also have a new guard cat that Bailey is scared of. Wait till we get Heidi!!

snakeys

Spring is OBSESSED with Snakes on Planes. He demanded I ditch the BB final last night to go stand outside the cinema and stare at the poster.
Anyways, this scared him this morning as he wiped the sleepy fromhis piggy little eyes.He had visions of Snakes at Trin's. Go check out his excellent and magnificent film review. Cutting edge. He'll be writing for Rotten Tomatoes soon.

where's my mummy?

I had a text on Wednesday night to say the Kittens Mummy had gone into the farm yard for 10 minutes and come back with her leg all hanging off and bleeding. An emergency dash to the vets and she was back with staples and very dopey post operation.
She was a good mum though and woke up and straight away looked after the Kits.

However, Friday morning she decided she didn't like the staples and took them out.
My sister took her to the vets again and they kept her in ALL DAY.

So Me Spring and the girls went to the farm to help feed the Kittens. Spring has some pictures of Heidi with her bottle... Go check his site.
It was so cute. My sister had to buy bottles and cat milk. I made it up and we took it in turns feeding them. They didn't take long to catch on with it, though Ginge and Heidi were the best. The other three were a bit reluctant. But they all had feeds and Mini (mum) was returned home in the evening.
Best birthday present ever!

good rides

If there's one thing Littlehampton excells at it's funfair rides. The fair ground is one of the best I have ever been to. I felt sick just looking at some of those rides and the Haunted Hotel ride was skin blisteringly good. Paris Hilton eat your wax infested liver out.

But this particular ride was my favourite. Spring looking as scared as a person can be without puking clings to his parents. Worth every penny and hoping for a repeat later in the year.
True Class.

from littlehampton with love

Littlehampton was fun. Getting up early and travelling 300 miles wasn't too fun but there are always several strange sights once you hit Sussex like this Portable Petrol operated Toilet.

People get around Sussex in many strange ways. This isn't sure if it's a bus, train or boat having a bit of each incorporated in it's intricate design.
I nearly got run over by this train just diving out of the way in time. Spring wouldn't pay the 25p for me to have a go on it..... no we HAD to walk.

Spring's parental home was a cosy warm little place filled with comforting smells of disinfectant and pee.

Maybe Littlehampton was where Alfred Hitchcock got his ideas from?
I was attacked by several of these creatures after my large bag of candy floss.

drink the baby milk bitch

Oh how I love B3TA.