Again it's been a few weeks since I last posted anything here, but I'm back.
I am stuffed with chocolate and it was my birthday last week, my kids got me breakfast in bed and lots of chocs and presents. Charlotte my 11 year old made me toast and tea, she was a little heavy on the marmite, but I had to eat it and was thirsty as hell for hours later.
The other day I went to the tip with my kids (lovely day out - ha ha ha!) and was verbally abused by some numpty old man. Just because where I had parked caused problems for me to get out in my HUGE 4x4 (as he called it) and I asked him to reverse. He told me to f.... off and if I couldn't drive a f....ing car THAT big then I shouldn't. After that, and I'm not one to hold my tongue, but on this occasion I did, shocked by the age of the man and the language. I mean, it was worse than mine! And brother can I have some down in the gutter lingo when I want to. Eventually the tip men came and moved some bollards for me to get out. What is the world coming to! I tell my kids it's rude and uncouth to swear (even though I do) and then they see this jumped up nitwit old fella verbally abusing their mother. Oh well, I went home and had a stiffy. A vodka guys, not a stiffy!!!!
My husband shocked the other day. He said, 'I'm going to clean the bathroom.' I stopped what I was doing in horror, took his temperature and couldn't believe it. Then I thought, oh he means a quick once over with the duster. But no, he cleaned it so well it was sparkling, he even cleaned the tiles and the paintwork etc. Better than I do (I hate cleaning, I do it because I have to, but I hate it) To this day I have no idea what got in to him. He's not unwell and my cleaning is fine, passable, really. I'm wondering whether he's had a bump to the head, or perhaps - well I can't imagine. Anyway, we'll see if it lasts and if it repeats itself.
Things are still tight here financially and it's a bugger. We just got our electric and gas bill through and f... me, it was 300 quid a month for the both. Wow! Can you believe that? I mean what the hell is going on in this country with prices, how is anyone supposed to live? With ten tons of jumpers on everyday just to keep warm. I know that my precious Aga is a spendaholic, but, well I say again, WOW! Don't say it, she's my baby and I wont give her up. Yes I will wear the tons of jumpers, but Doris (Aga as I've named her) stays.
Well what else, oh yes, it seems that Henry -the dog- has yet damaged me, he is so strong he's like a sodding rhinoceros when it comes to moving him sometimes. Now he's taken to sitting in the road when we go for walks. He's not keen on lead walks and lets me know by flopping down and lying down, therefore trying to move the little sod is like trying to move a rhinoceros. He will not budge and with my back in such a state it's not helping me. The other day he was in the lounge and decided to take my book, why? because he was bored and felt like it of course, I grabbed his collar and caught my finger underneath, he pulled and so did I (in different directions) and he yanked so hard he's torn the tendon in my finger. I am 44 and feel as if I'm 144, bad finger, bad back, back hips, this is all great and brother am I looking forward to getting older. NOT!
On the book front, well I am nearly half way through re-jigging my contemporary novel taking on board the agents advice, but have for the moment skipped back to my paranormal work and re-jigging that, because I read the other day that it's the NEW genre on the up and up, so I though I would do 6 chaps of re-jigging and post it off and see. Fingers crossed for me, please.
Bye for now, have to get back to writing some more.