(Yes, I know, I haven't updated in forever, sorry ( Read more... )

There are numbers of things, really quite important ones, which I should probably update on, but as ever have hardly any time to do so and in the absence of doing a proper update justice, am going to post some nonsense before I go to bed ( Read more... )

Things I have learnt recently ( Read more... )

I may get around to doing a proper Whitby post; you never know. It was, on the whole, Jolly Good. Fab friends (you know who you are) including some new ones; lots of food and drink (some might say excessive amounts, but we don't listen to them, do we??) and random bizarre purchases - I might, for instance, have accidentally bought a ukelele and ( Read more... )

And while I'm on a roll ( Read more... )

Kaii (the artist formerly known as Cathy/Cathi/Kathii) was round her Dad's the other day, intending to introduce him to one of our current faves, 'Being Human'. She popped back home to get something, and remembered that she'd wanted me to give her hair a good brushing as it was really tangled. 'Don't be long, Mum, Dad's waiting for me to start ( Read more... )

So, this Friday evening (3rd Oct) then. I know a few people said they might be up for meetage (if you remember, flooks and I will be taking cathandtheskunk to see The BlackOut at the Irish Centre for about 7pm, and we will therefore be out and about in Brum from then until we need to collect her (presumably some time after 11, although she will probably want to ( Read more... )

Well, after yesterday's euphoric good day, I have woken up with a stinking cold and sore throat and am sneezing my head off (oops, there it goes again). All the manic house tidying I intended to do in preparation for the small boy invasion has not been done and I have spent much of the day slobbing about doing nothing other than looking at lj and ( Read more... )

Tonight, having gone out in the rain and got two lots of clothes soaked, I grabbed some leggings and a short skirt from my room in the interests of being dry (and not getting soaked again if I did have to go out, since long skirts and rain really don't go ( Read more... )

Some time ago, Neil and I had stopped at a service station to utilise the facilities (alright, to have a wee) and on returning to the car, I shouted gleefully 'Hello Pig!!' (Neil's car registration is P161 LOL; so it is known as The Happy Pig ( Read more... )