Because it's been forever..
And I'm daft enough to think you may want to know what's going on at this end :-)
Bitchy because I've just spent two hours studying the feminist views on education. We must stop reading children fairy tales NOW! We're spoiling them for life - teaching them all aspects of life are partriarchal and that's normal.. It's just.. rediculous.
Got home on Tuesday afternoon only to find two severely (dangerously) overweight builders/carpenters/whatever ripping out our back fence. Uh-huh.
Turns out Mary @ Les (I know, but that's how they sign they're cards) who live next door in the house that used to have the golden retriever that kept trying to join in.. I digress: are having a new fence fitted between their garden and the next garden up and there's and the annoying cat-hating old bat over the back of their house. She's the nutter who had a shopping basket over her security light because she thought squirrels would chew the wires.. Get the picture? Good, I'll keep the rest brief.
Helen complained. Duh.
Fat bloke 1 swore at Helen. His funeral.
Ajay swore at fat bloke 1.
Miserable bat came out and complained she didn't understand what we were saying. Literally. She's 'not from around here' and can't understand out accents.. Ohkhay..
There's a post in the wrong place, half a tree in the ground and a lot of wood, concrete and trampled plants on our lawn
Moving on, as of 8.30 last night, Helen and I have a post in the right place and two rescued fence panels to go up tonight when I get home. *sigh*
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We went to Gilesgate HQ the other night to see Robert et al as they were over for a meal. Helen and Robert's wife, Sue, do not get on - like WWII was a slight disagreement. There's a game of one-up-manship going on constantly. It gets old very quickly.
Highlight had to be me diving under the table to retrieve hastily thrown cutlery to avoid openly laughing when the girls (19 and 14) kept calling them mummy and daddy and every time Sue mentioned 'tinkle stops' on long car journeys (lasting three hours). *shakes head in disbelief*
Incidently, they're incapable of organisation enough to get two adults, two children and a poodle into one car. They actually needed direction from me and granda. Unbelievable.
In more serious news from the evening: regulars will remember that Robert had a tumour removed from his spine and then one from his thyroid. The consultant is now proposing a third operation to remove one from his sternum (breast bone). It may or may not be cancerous and therefore there's 'no need to panic'. Whatever. Robert wants it removing. G & G want him to have it removed. Sue doesn't. Sue's winning.
How she's winning I haven't the foggiest so any theories on a postcard please.
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Poppy (the little one who I think is 14, can't decide) has just had her braces fitted. Sue comes out with all this rubbish about how they're agony for her and she's being picked on etc etc. She's telling me about problems with braces?? Hello?? Granda cut that one off pretty quickly which cheered me up emensely - cos he cares blah blah, and Helen cos he shut Sue up. Joys!
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Brigstock was odd. Days were great - went places, did things (a picture of my bear will be up at some point. Made him myself and everything!! lol) and cooked with H & J and all was good. Evenings were hell (the bruises have gone now - seriously!) until H gave up and went to bed, then J and me watched terrible American-cliched films.
Anyways, only other news - the punto's mine as soon as I start lessons again so that Helen can take me out in 'a reliable little car, rather than that rust bucket you cann transport, Helen' I love my grandad!! :-D and he's writing me a cheque for an intensive course of lessons so I can drive for the summer and uni. I think maybe it's so I'll return his dvds quicker, there's a stack of 15/20 of his on my desk that he apparently wants back.. oops! So overall, I've been overwhelmed by emotion recently. Well, on the inside anyway.
Bitchy because I've just spent two hours studying the feminist views on education. We must stop reading children fairy tales NOW! We're spoiling them for life - teaching them all aspects of life are partriarchal and that's normal.. It's just.. rediculous.
Got home on Tuesday afternoon only to find two severely (dangerously) overweight builders/carpenters/whatever ripping out our back fence. Uh-huh.
Turns out Mary @ Les (I know, but that's how they sign they're cards) who live next door in the house that used to have the golden retriever that kept trying to join in.. I digress: are having a new fence fitted between their garden and the next garden up and there's and the annoying cat-hating old bat over the back of their house. She's the nutter who had a shopping basket over her security light because she thought squirrels would chew the wires.. Get the picture? Good, I'll keep the rest brief.
Helen complained. Duh.
Fat bloke 1 swore at Helen. His funeral.
Ajay swore at fat bloke 1.
Miserable bat came out and complained she didn't understand what we were saying. Literally. She's 'not from around here' and can't understand out accents.. Ohkhay..
There's a post in the wrong place, half a tree in the ground and a lot of wood, concrete and trampled plants on our lawn
Moving on, as of 8.30 last night, Helen and I have a post in the right place and two rescued fence panels to go up tonight when I get home. *sigh*
....
We went to Gilesgate HQ the other night to see Robert et al as they were over for a meal. Helen and Robert's wife, Sue, do not get on - like WWII was a slight disagreement. There's a game of one-up-manship going on constantly. It gets old very quickly.
Highlight had to be me diving under the table to retrieve hastily thrown cutlery to avoid openly laughing when the girls (19 and 14) kept calling them mummy and daddy and every time Sue mentioned 'tinkle stops' on long car journeys (lasting three hours). *shakes head in disbelief*
Incidently, they're incapable of organisation enough to get two adults, two children and a poodle into one car. They actually needed direction from me and granda. Unbelievable.
In more serious news from the evening: regulars will remember that Robert had a tumour removed from his spine and then one from his thyroid. The consultant is now proposing a third operation to remove one from his sternum (breast bone). It may or may not be cancerous and therefore there's 'no need to panic'. Whatever. Robert wants it removing. G & G want him to have it removed. Sue doesn't. Sue's winning.
How she's winning I haven't the foggiest so any theories on a postcard please.
....
Poppy (the little one who I think is 14, can't decide) has just had her braces fitted. Sue comes out with all this rubbish about how they're agony for her and she's being picked on etc etc. She's telling me about problems with braces?? Hello?? Granda cut that one off pretty quickly which cheered me up emensely - cos he cares blah blah, and Helen cos he shut Sue up. Joys!
....
Brigstock was odd. Days were great - went places, did things (a picture of my bear will be up at some point. Made him myself and everything!! lol) and cooked with H & J and all was good. Evenings were hell (the bruises have gone now - seriously!) until H gave up and went to bed, then J and me watched terrible American-cliched films.
Anyways, only other news - the punto's mine as soon as I start lessons again so that Helen can take me out in 'a reliable little car, rather than that rust bucket you cann transport, Helen' I love my grandad!! :-D and he's writing me a cheque for an intensive course of lessons so I can drive for the summer and uni. I think maybe it's so I'll return his dvds quicker, there's a stack of 15/20 of his on my desk that he apparently wants back.. oops! So overall, I've been overwhelmed by emotion recently. Well, on the inside anyway.