Movie Time

Over the past few days I have been slowly transferring the old holiday tapes onto the PC for editing. This is a slow process, very slow. The problem is, it has to be done in real time which means 8 hours a tape.Not only that, I could not possibly work with a single file of 8 hours so I have to check in to try and get close to 2 hour chunks. Add to that some of the latter clips are a mixture of 16:9 & 4:3 and I can’t just leave it.

As time consuming as this stage is the editing is going to be more so. Some elements can be fairly easy or, more of what I am used to such as the current transfer of the 1998 tour of Europe as though it is long it is at least just the one subject matter so there can be a theme. Much of the earlier stuff is a mix of currently very long clips which need to be short clips and will then be unrelated so I have to try somehow to connect them. The only recurring theme being that they are all home movies mainly of the kids.

The really annoying bit is that the vast majority of what is being transferred will be deleted. It’s certainly better to have too much than not enough but when there are segments of over an hour which I know will condense to just a few seconds it can seem terribly daunting.

Weekends, to change the subject, are starting to get stressful for me to the point where I am not looking forward to them at all. Should I start full time work this will become increasingly important to me. Much of the weekend is dominated by the kids, all of them and they do tend to take over somewhat making both myself and Deej feel shut out of our own home. I don’t believe the kids do this on purpose but, they also don’t avoid it either. They are each out for their own enjoyment regardless of any other consideration. When in a busy home it is so important that full consideration is given to others at all times and that doesn’t seem to be happening.

Still gutted about our Legoland trip being cancelled on us and frustrated that I don’t have the cash this summer to really salvage anything which means bored kids which means an unpleasant time for adults 🙁

Movie Time

Over the past few days I have been slowly transferring the old holiday tapes onto the PC for editing. This is a slow process, very slow. The problem is, it has to be done in real time which means 8 hours a tape.Not only that, I could not possibly work with a single file of 8 hours so I have to check in to try and get close to 2 hour chunks. Add to that some of the latter clips are a mixture of 16:9 & 4:3 and I can’t just leave it.

As time consuming as this stage is the editing is going to be more so. Some elements can be fairly easy or, more of what I am used to such as the current transfer of the 1998 tour of Europe as though it is long it is at least just the one subject matter so there can be a theme. Much of the earlier stuff is a mix of currently very long clips which need to be short clips and will then be unrelated so I have to try somehow to connect them. The only recurring theme being that they are all home movies mainly of the kids.

The really annoying bit is that the vast majority of what is being transferred will be deleted. It’s certainly better to have too much than not enough but when there are segments of over an hour which I know will condense to just a few seconds it can seem terribly daunting.

Weekends, to change the subject, are starting to get stressful for me to the point where I am not looking forward to them at all. Should I start full time work this will become increasingly important to me. Much of the weekend is dominated by the kids, all of them and they do tend to take over somewhat making both myself and Deej feel shut out of our own home. I don’t believe the kids do this on purpose but, they also don’t avoid it either. They are each out for their own enjoyment regardless of any other consideration. When in a busy home it is so important that full consideration is given to others at all times and that doesn’t seem to be happening.

Still gutted about our Legoland trip being cancelled on us and frustrated that I don’t have the cash this summer to really salvage anything which means bored kids which means an unpleasant time for adults 🙁

Down Time - Fri 20th

Between 11:00 and 13:00 today I am having down time … that means, I don’t have any interest in anything outside the house for those two hours (at least)

So, with the greatest love and respect, please don’t call, don’t knock, avoid telepathy and even notification of a pending lottery payout would be ignored!

After that, back to business!

Down Time - Fri 20th

Between 11:00 and 13:00 today I am having down time … that means, I don’t have any interest in anything outside the house for those two hours (at least)

So, with the greatest love and respect, please don’t call, don’t knock, avoid telepathy and even notification of a pending lottery payout would be ignored!

After that, back to business!

Jeremy Kyle

Oh my fucking God … how low can I sink in life that the highlight of my day could ever be watching Jeremy Kyle?! It gets worse, one of the programmes was a repeat!

If there was anything which could possibly show me there has to be something more to living it is that programme.

Right now I have virtually nothing in life worthwhile, I am coasting and, to make matters worse, the highs are actually the interesting bits and those are the shit bits! Yes, for my life to be interesting I have to be going through some shit. Someone has to be really upsetting me or making my life miserable for me to have anything to think about apart from playing stupid games or watching TV. Hell, I am constantly relying on the next big influx of money to add some interest.

So low have my ambitions got that I now don’t look forward to anything. The prospect of travel and a decent holiday used to be enough to keep me going throughout the year but now I can’t be arsed with it. I really don’t care whether I go on holiday or not.

I am excited about the prospect of starting work. I know it’s just voluntary so it isn’t going to be respected as ‘real work’ but at least it will feel like I have some focus, something worthwhile to do.

Not that I don’t have worthwhile people in my life, I do,. I have people that I love and love me in return but you know, that isn’t enough.

All too often I am getting depressed watching the news and things which are affecting me directly on there. Ever increasing fuel prices which means every aspect of my life is changing. It’s not just ‘can I use the car’ it is, how much grocery items have increased, the over all cost of living, gas and electricity prices are rocketing out of control. Everything is going up and I am stuck on benefits unable to ever better myself with nothing but a poverty style retirement looming for my older years when I will have all the time in the world, finally able to do things without feeling guilty and having to justify myself yet actually having no money to do any of the things I might like to do.

I had a fathers day where at least 2 of the kids preferred to be with their mates than be with me. I have a really good friend I love dearly who thinks seldom about me but always thinks of how bad he is feeling, how cynical he can be about everything, how negative he is about most things. I sometimes wonder if he doesn’t create these situations for the attention because from what I have seen, many of the episodes can be recovered from rapidly with the right incentive. I need him to make a greater effort. He needs to know that if he is in genuine need I shall always be there for him and, even if he isn’t, as a friend I enjoy spending time with him. But I don’t need the situations where his attitude is the real problem. Where people are so black and white. He either loves them or hates them with passion and quite often, those he passionately claims to hate he knows so little about. Steve Irwin, The Princess of Wales … I can’t even mention there names without him talking about them as though they personally ruined his life. They may seem harsh but it’s an example of the thinking about things I am talking about, hoping that maybe if he let go of some of the negativity which is misguided or channelled it to the right location, to those who really have damaged him, he’d be a much more contented person.

Of course, much of it is my own doing, I am not really blaming everyone else here.

I need to say no and mean it when I can but, on the other hand, there are situations where saying no isn’t an option and I understand why that is and that it is my fault but even so, is it entirely my fault that I am constantly abused because others get to learn about it? The kids know I cannot say no to them. They know that the thought process in my mind is that once they have asked me to do something which could keep them safer I have to say yes because I can’t bare the thought of the consequences should I say no and something goes wrong. It is that which got me into this mess in the first place. I said no to my mum and two days later, she was dead and the was the last thing she ever asked me to do. My friend knows I can’t say no because he also knows that me saying no will mean that he then makes it clear that he feels suicidal now and then … which I know of course … and that me saying no means I am not a proper friend, that I obviously can’t care much about him if I don’t include him in all the plans I may ever want to make. That’s so not true. Every day I worry about him because I value him as a person, not as a carer who needs to be responsible but because he’s a great guy with so many good points and so very interesting. I just need him to trust me that he is loved and not forgotten even if I am not in contact or not around.

With the kids, I need them to take some responsibility for their own actions and not to think that Dad is some sort of super human who doesn’t have feelings and who can be used over and over and bounce back. Trust me, if they know what it is like to be hurt then they should know never to do it. The argument that you always hurt the ones you love, is true but also a bloody pathetic excuse for doing it.

You know, I don’t think this is depression, I am not even sure I am angry. I am more bored than anything else which means I have too much time to think, too much time to absorb the burdens of those I care about. Each problem becomes my own as though I were living it. Trying to find ways to make a depressed person happy, trying to sort out the debts of others, trying to sort out their relationships, trying to ensure that those they hurt don’t suffer more than they have to.

The whole gay thing drives me nuts especially mixing with straight people. I have male friends who clearly need a hug and maybe if I were straight I could give them a hug but being gay I don’t know how it is going to make them feel so I do nothing and that just adds to how bad I am feeling.

Not one day has gone past in as long as I can remember without me wanting to scream something out loud. I don’t know what … which doesn’t help … but I just want to scream and scream and disappear for a while in the scream. I’d say I want to cry but I can’t. I have tried, I have had the need but nothing happens … I can’t because I keep getting distracted by those other problems I am trying to sort out so don’t have the time to really give myself the space. I just feel guilty about grabbing even those moments reading a book on the loo … how crazy is that? Everything I try to do for me is abused. I cannot relax having ‘me time’ without the fear and inevitable reality that it will be interrupted. That’s how life is for me … this blog entry I have had to stop writing twice because of someone else needing me … apparently ‘the cat dribbles’ is the sort of thing which needs my immediate attention!

I shall probably feel better once I publish this … and nervous too as I expect I shall suffer the consequences of my honesty. I don’t expect anything better to come from writing it from others, I have said all this before at various times and much like … ask before taking a toilet roll … this too will be seen as just one of Steve’s ramblings which can be filed under the title of ‘load of crap, let’s get back to normal’.

My apologies … and I don’t do that often on this blog, to anyone this may upset but the purpose of this blog is for me to say things as I feel not because I should, not because it is the right thing to do but because it is honestly as I am feeling right now.

For the record … no, I am never going to be on the ‘Jeremy Kyle Show’. If I act like I am so inclined, do the decent thing, be kind to me, put me away in some nice safe and secure place until those feelings go away.

Jeremy Kyle

Oh my fucking God … how low can I sink in life that the highlight of my day could ever be watching Jeremy Kyle?! It gets worse, one of the programmes was a repeat!

If there was anything which could possibly show me there has to be something more to living it is that programme.

Right now I have virtually nothing in life worthwhile, I am coasting and, to make matters worse, the highs are actually the interesting bits and those are the shit bits! Yes, for my life to be interesting I have to be going through some shit. Someone has to be really upsetting me or making my life miserable for me to have anything to think about apart from playing stupid games or watching TV. Hell, I am constantly relying on the next big influx of money to add some interest.

So low have my ambitions got that I now don’t look forward to anything. The prospect of travel and a decent holiday used to be enough to keep me going throughout the year but now I can’t be arsed with it. I really don’t care whether I go on holiday or not.

I am excited about the prospect of starting work. I know it’s just voluntary so it isn’t going to be respected as ‘real work’ but at least it will feel like I have some focus, something worthwhile to do.

Not that I don’t have worthwhile people in my life, I do,. I have people that I love and love me in return but you know, that isn’t enough.

All too often I am getting depressed watching the news and things which are affecting me directly on there. Ever increasing fuel prices which means every aspect of my life is changing. It’s not just ‘can I use the car’ it is, how much grocery items have increased, the over all cost of living, gas and electricity prices are rocketing out of control. Everything is going up and I am stuck on benefits unable to ever better myself with nothing but a poverty style retirement looming for my older years when I will have all the time in the world, finally able to do things without feeling guilty and having to justify myself yet actually having no money to do any of the things I might like to do.

I had a fathers day where at least 2 of the kids preferred to be with their mates than be with me. I have a really good friend I love dearly who thinks seldom about me but always thinks of how bad he is feeling, how cynical he can be about everything, how negative he is about most things. I sometimes wonder if he doesn’t create these situations for the attention because from what I have seen, many of the episodes can be recovered from rapidly with the right incentive. I need him to make a greater effort. He needs to know that if he is in genuine need I shall always be there for him and, even if he isn’t, as a friend I enjoy spending time with him. But I don’t need the situations where his attitude is the real problem. Where people are so black and white. He either loves them or hates them with passion and quite often, those he passionately claims to hate he knows so little about. Steve Irwin, The Princess of Wales … I can’t even mention there names without him talking about them as though they personally ruined his life. They may seem harsh but it’s an example of the thinking about things I am talking about, hoping that maybe if he let go of some of the negativity which is misguided or channelled it to the right location, to those who really have damaged him, he’d be a much more contented person.

Of course, much of it is my own doing, I am not really blaming everyone else here.

I need to say no and mean it when I can but, on the other hand, there are situations where saying no isn’t an option and I understand why that is and that it is my fault but even so, is it entirely my fault that I am constantly abused because others get to learn about it? The kids know I cannot say no to them. They know that the thought process in my mind is that once they have asked me to do something which could keep them safer I have to say yes because I can’t bare the thought of the consequences should I say no and something goes wrong. It is that which got me into this mess in the first place. I said no to my mum and two days later, she was dead and the was the last thing she ever asked me to do. My friend knows I can’t say no because he also knows that me saying no will mean that he then makes it clear that he feels suicidal now and then … which I know of course … and that me saying no means I am not a proper friend, that I obviously can’t care much about him if I don’t include him in all the plans I may ever want to make. That’s so not true. Every day I worry about him because I value him as a person, not as a carer who needs to be responsible but because he’s a great guy with so many good points and so very interesting. I just need him to trust me that he is loved and not forgotten even if I am not in contact or not around.

With the kids, I need them to take some responsibility for their own actions and not to think that Dad is some sort of super human who doesn’t have feelings and who can be used over and over and bounce back. Trust me, if they know what it is like to be hurt then they should know never to do it. The argument that you always hurt the ones you love, is true but also a bloody pathetic excuse for doing it.

You know, I don’t think this is depression, I am not even sure I am angry. I am more bored than anything else which means I have too much time to think, too much time to absorb the burdens of those I care about. Each problem becomes my own as though I were living it. Trying to find ways to make a depressed person happy, trying to sort out the debts of others, trying to sort out their relationships, trying to ensure that those they hurt don’t suffer more than they have to.

The whole gay thing drives me nuts especially mixing with straight people. I have male friends who clearly need a hug and maybe if I were straight I could give them a hug but being gay I don’t know how it is going to make them feel so I do nothing and that just adds to how bad I am feeling.

Not one day has gone past in as long as I can remember without me wanting to scream something out loud. I don’t know what … which doesn’t help … but I just want to scream and scream and disappear for a while in the scream. I’d say I want to cry but I can’t. I have tried, I have had the need but nothing happens … I can’t because I keep getting distracted by those other problems I am trying to sort out so don’t have the time to really give myself the space. I just feel guilty about grabbing even those moments reading a book on the loo … how crazy is that? Everything I try to do for me is abused. I cannot relax having ‘me time’ without the fear and inevitable reality that it will be interrupted. That’s how life is for me … this blog entry I have had to stop writing twice because of someone else needing me … apparently ‘the cat dribbles’ is the sort of thing which needs my immediate attention!

I shall probably feel better once I publish this … and nervous too as I expect I shall suffer the consequences of my honesty. I don’t expect anything better to come from writing it from others, I have said all this before at various times and much like … ask before taking a toilet roll … this too will be seen as just one of Steve’s ramblings which can be filed under the title of ‘load of crap, let’s get back to normal’.

My apologies … and I don’t do that often on this blog, to anyone this may upset but the purpose of this blog is for me to say things as I feel not because I should, not because it is the right thing to do but because it is honestly as I am feeling right now.

For the record … no, I am never going to be on the ‘Jeremy Kyle Show’. If I act like I am so inclined, do the decent thing, be kind to me, put me away in some nice safe and secure place until those feelings go away.

I hate being grown up sometimes

Today I had to say something to one of the most amazing people I know which I know must have really hurt and I hate having to do that. I wasn’t even in a position to give that person a hug either which made me feel worse.

On top of that, the same news I can’t really tell hardly anyone except a small selection of people which probably doesn’t include many who read this blog!

I hate being grown up sometimes

Today I had to say something to one of the most amazing people I know which I know must have really hurt and I hate having to do that. I wasn’t even in a position to give that person a hug either which made me feel worse.

On top of that, the same news I can’t really tell hardly anyone except a small selection of people which probably doesn’t include many who read this blog!

Mobile Again

Tis definitely the right weather for flies …. where did they all come from and why don’t they go back there?

Well, we took oursen off to S Yorkshire again today to collect the Megane. Feeling reet hungry we sat us to t’local chippie for our lunch and it were reet grand. Not only that, it tasted good too.

Meanwhile, pretending I have an accent what is my own for a bit … I was a little disappointed at how the town of Holmfirth had been transformed into almost a theme park tribute to ‘Last of the Summer Wine’. It was almost as bad as Stratford-Upon-Avon with its ‘Shakespeare woz ‘ere’ all over the place. It’s a shame as the place doesn’t need it. Anyone who watches the show would recognise the locations straight off without the slightest hint, those who don’t probably wasted their time visiting it for that reason. As it happens, we were not there for the show at all just collecting the car so I felt justified in making my critical comment of what is otherwise a magnificent Yorkshire town.

The Megane is not perfect but it is still quite cool. It lacks the umph of the Sebring naturally but much of the comfort is still there and it has some quite nifty features, I just love the ‘non’ key.

Anyway, those that want to can have a drive in it, many already have and I’ve not been home more than 4 hours yet!

As an aside … isn’t everything?…. as predicted, the DLA folks have appealed the tribunal decision.

Mobile Again

Tis definitely the right weather for flies …. where did they all come from and why don’t they go back there?

Well, we took oursen off to S Yorkshire again today to collect the Megane. Feeling reet hungry we sat us to t’local chippie for our lunch and it were reet grand. Not only that, it tasted good too.

Meanwhile, pretending I have an accent what is my own for a bit … I was a little disappointed at how the town of Holmfirth had been transformed into almost a theme park tribute to ‘Last of the Summer Wine’. It was almost as bad as Stratford-Upon-Avon with its ‘Shakespeare woz ‘ere’ all over the place. It’s a shame as the place doesn’t need it. Anyone who watches the show would recognise the locations straight off without the slightest hint, those who don’t probably wasted their time visiting it for that reason. As it happens, we were not there for the show at all just collecting the car so I felt justified in making my critical comment of what is otherwise a magnificent Yorkshire town.

The Megane is not perfect but it is still quite cool. It lacks the umph of the Sebring naturally but much of the comfort is still there and it has some quite nifty features, I just love the ‘non’ key.

Anyway, those that want to can have a drive in it, many already have and I’ve not been home more than 4 hours yet!

As an aside … isn’t everything?…. as predicted, the DLA folks have appealed the tribunal decision.

Saturday News

Sadly, my baby has gone

Saturday News

Sadly, my baby has gone

Stone

It is said that ‘nothing’ is set in stone … be that the case, there has to be a great many stones out there with holes in them. If we acknowledge that small detail then we must also acknowledge that if nothing ‘is’ set in stone, by definition, ‘something’ can’t be. There are fossils for example and I am sure many other things which I conclude dispels the argument of nothing being set in stone, it just can’t be true as a generalisation so … the next time someone says ‘nothing is set in stone’ … tell them they are talking bollocks!

I am finding that I may get some better quotes for insurance than I have so far from my current insurer … hmm, more saved money, I like that. 🙂

Stone

It is said that ‘nothing’ is set in stone … be that the case, there has to be a great many stones out there with holes in them. If we acknowledge that small detail then we must also acknowledge that if nothing ‘is’ set in stone, by definition, ‘something’ can’t be. There are fossils for example and I am sure many other things which I conclude dispels the argument of nothing being set in stone, it just can’t be true as a generalisation so … the next time someone says ‘nothing is set in stone’ … tell them they are talking bollocks!

I am finding that I may get some better quotes for insurance than I have so far from my current insurer … hmm, more saved money, I like that. 🙂

Happy Birthday - Part 2

I have rarely been so pissed in my life … as, Alex, Matt & Zoey! OK, not strictly true, I am sure I have been way more pissed but it was really fun watching them. Oh dear, I seem to have skipped much of the day.

Well, I got up, had breakfast … oh bugger, too far back now! (insert sound of fast forward wind)

Deej, me, Daisy and Matt went over to the college and had a curry with Zoey which was better than I expected, not amazing but still worth the money. Prior to that I had an urge to go have a tea in Beatties … probably as it was the one placed I was assured of feeling young! Being a lovely day, sunny and 23° we went for a walk in Abington Park which was just right or the way I was feeling. Lots of squirrels, ducks and other beasties. Only the one greater spotted chav.

Collected Anne on our way home and I intended to have a shite and a shower … though not at the same time. Robin came over soon and we were having a tea … Robin wore his thanks to Freddie … I was then told I was being sent off to Milton Keynes with him, I just about had time for a wee before we went. I really wasn’t happy about the way I looked and really did need that shower not to mention a shave … there I go again, say ‘not to mention’ and I go and do it anyway.

Had a nice caramel frappachino in Starbucks (spell checker suggests ‘far-reaching’?) and then a general wander with me finding it increasingly obvious I was just being kept out of the way. I wasn’t sure from what but clearly, with the odd sly phone call, progress was being gleaned and I was drinking oodles of tea.

I was finally allowed to go home and noticed Jonny’s car outside with the window open so got that sorted and then went indoors hearing the sound of giggles from behind the living room door. When I went in I was so glad I didn’t have my mouth open as I was covered with party string and poppers straight off.

Already waiting for me were … Robin from town, Jonny, Matt, Anne, Deej, Daisy, Paul, Alex and …. yes, I think that may have been it. Later on Nick, Pete, Martyn and Andy arrived. It feels really humbling to have so many people want to be at a celebration of my existing but I am just so glad they are doing now rather than waiting until I am dead!

I could go on and on about the many wonderful events of the evening but I’d like to keep them to myself as a little treasured memory.

Surprisingly I was in bed earlier than I normally would have been which meant I was also up earlier as well to find that only Jonny and Alex remained from the night before and Alex didn’t look like he had got much more sober at all!

I obviously did get many gifts but that wasn’t the important part of the day to me. All that really mattered was that I was shown that I have great friends. I have an amazing boyfriend and incredible kids. Not that I didn’t already know that but to be reminded if only once a year makes me so exhilarated.

On a different note … I am dead nervous about tomorrow (Saturday) as it is when we are meant to sell the Sebring. I just want the cash in my hand and to see it driving away. Not that I want to see it go but rather than I do really want an easy transition between one car and another and not to have go through the process of advertising and selling again.

So, hopefully off to Huddersfield again Monday to collect the Megane.

Today we are in Stoke Bruerne for a meal with the carers centre. This whole week has been a diet disaster. I am losing weight steadily but still have a long way to go. This week has been a gastronomic challenge for sure.

Happy Birthday - Part 2

I have rarely been so pissed in my life … as, Alex, Matt & Zoey! OK, not strictly true, I am sure I have been way more pissed but it was really fun watching them. Oh dear, I seem to have skipped much of the day.

Well, I got up, had breakfast … oh bugger, too far back now! (insert sound of fast forward wind)

Deej, me, Daisy and Matt went over to the college and had a curry with Zoey which was better than I expected, not amazing but still worth the money. Prior to that I had an urge to go have a tea in Beatties … probably as it was the one placed I was assured of feeling young! Being a lovely day, sunny and 23° we went for a walk in Abington Park which was just right or the way I was feeling. Lots of squirrels, ducks and other beasties. Only the one greater spotted chav.

Collected Anne on our way home and I intended to have a shite and a shower … though not at the same time. Robin came over soon and we were having a tea … Robin wore his thanks to Freddie … I was then told I was being sent off to Milton Keynes with him, I just about had time for a wee before we went. I really wasn’t happy about the way I looked and really did need that shower not to mention a shave … there I go again, say ‘not to mention’ and I go and do it anyway.

Had a nice caramel frappachino in Starbucks (spell checker suggests ‘far-reaching’?) and then a general wander with me finding it increasingly obvious I was just being kept out of the way. I wasn’t sure from what but clearly, with the odd sly phone call, progress was being gleaned and I was drinking oodles of tea.

I was finally allowed to go home and noticed Jonny’s car outside with the window open so got that sorted and then went indoors hearing the sound of giggles from behind the living room door. When I went in I was so glad I didn’t have my mouth open as I was covered with party string and poppers straight off.

Already waiting for me were … Robin from town, Jonny, Matt, Anne, Deej, Daisy, Paul, Alex and …. yes, I think that may have been it. Later on Nick, Pete, Martyn and Andy arrived. It feels really humbling to have so many people want to be at a celebration of my existing but I am just so glad they are doing now rather than waiting until I am dead!

I could go on and on about the many wonderful events of the evening but I’d like to keep them to myself as a little treasured memory.

Surprisingly I was in bed earlier than I normally would have been which meant I was also up earlier as well to find that only Jonny and Alex remained from the night before and Alex didn’t look like he had got much more sober at all!

I obviously did get many gifts but that wasn’t the important part of the day to me. All that really mattered was that I was shown that I have great friends. I have an amazing boyfriend and incredible kids. Not that I didn’t already know that but to be reminded if only once a year makes me so exhilarated.

On a different note … I am dead nervous about tomorrow (Saturday) as it is when we are meant to sell the Sebring. I just want the cash in my hand and to see it driving away. Not that I want to see it go but rather than I do really want an easy transition between one car and another and not to have go through the process of advertising and selling again.

So, hopefully off to Huddersfield again Monday to collect the Megane.

Today we are in Stoke Bruerne for a meal with the carers centre. This whole week has been a diet disaster. I am losing weight steadily but still have a long way to go. This week has been a gastronomic challenge for sure.

Happy Birthday

Yep, today is my birthday. I had a sleep for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon which means I now can’t doze off now which is annoying.

Trying to look forward to my day. Have so far set of the dishwasher and put on a wash load so won’t be able to say I rested and did nothing all day. Later I am driving to the college so, so much for not driving anywhere as well!

Watch this space!

Happy Birthday

Yep, today is my birthday. I had a sleep for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon which means I now can’t doze off now which is annoying.

Trying to look forward to my day. Have so far set of the dishwasher and put on a wash load so won’t be able to say I rested and did nothing all day. Later I am driving to the college so, so much for not driving anywhere as well!

Watch this space!