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13th …. a funny old day!

Well, 13th it may be but that’s not why the date’s important, that’s more to do with the fact that today’s our first anniversary, so you could say the 13th is a lucky omen for us …or so we thought!

ūüôā ¬†Gentle morning, saw off the eldest Boo-bunny who has been visiting this weekend, unwrapped a few lovely gifts from family, including wine, literature and a fun framed photo of the two of us that my mum had sneakily taken a couple of weeks ago, just after I had shaved Himself’s head and before I came off my previous medication which puffed me up significantly: we look ¬†like a pair of grinning bowling balls, albeit affectionate ones!

Anyway, then we got ourselves ready for a romantic lunch date that Himself had booked for us. ¬† Now, as I’m not really so good for going out lately, I wanted to make the proper effort, so having thus organised myself I wasn’t too keen (or overly able) to walk to the designated restaurant (particularly as the weather is spectacularly rubbish). ¬† So, Himself kindly volunteered to drive, leaving only a debate over where best to park: his suggestion being a pub car park behind real ale pub two streets away (selection criteria: ¬†(a) real ale pub (b) he has big umbrella); my idea being ¬†the municipal sea-front car park sort of opposite venue (selection criteria (a) had made effort with hair and did not desire re-styling by weather (b) his umbrella is not nearly as big or effective as he thinks! (c) council sent us letter saying that because we pay for privilege of parking outside our own house, we could use local permit to park in said car park for free). ¬†Needless to say, charm won the day so we parked in the lovely free car park, had great dinner and ambled back to car basking in the warmth of each other’s company. ¬† There it was, waiting for us, the ¬£50 parking ticket, politely stashed under the wiper so it couldn’t blow away. ūüė¶ ¬† Hmmm.

ūüôā ¬† ¬†We decided to cheer ourselves up with a plan to recapture the romance of dinner time by popping into M & S on way home to use the last of our wedding vouchers to treat ourselves to some deli-nibbles for picnic tea, thus avoiding cooking all day (very rare treat). ¬† Having gathered some goodies, we then went to the checkout, Himself scowling at everyone, whilst I smiled¬†whimsically¬†at the small child wedged into the trolley in front, who was scrutinising our shopping.

Now, bear in mind our town is not one of the cultural, social or economic high-spots of the country. ¬† The last spontaneous conversation we had with a random child was when we were approached in the doctor’s waiting room by a small unkempt waif who waved a book at us as she parked herself next to us,announcing “read it to me, I can’t read.” ¬† ¬†Her mother carried on with her very important text messaging throughout this exchange, and indeed through the whole story-telling process. ¬† Luckily we know we are fully CRB checked!

So I have to say I was more than a little backfooted when today’s little one (seriously no older than three) checked out the contents on our section of the cashier’s conveyor belt¬†and nodded favourably towards our chosen crackers. ¬†“They’re nice, I like those” she stated. ¬†I smiled warmly, “they’re to have with our cheese – do you like them with cheese?” ¬†She gave me a steely, superior look and replied wearily, “they’ve got cheese in them, you eat them with olives”, before turning round to her mother and demanding for her bottle of Perrier water to be opened. ¬†However mum and evidently Gran, were disputing with the cashier over the validity of money-off vouchers. ¬† Gran caught our eye in a friendly way and nodded to the next cashier along, who was vacant (in all senses, it appeared, as she was apparently removing her own eyelashes). ¬†“You’ll want to move along” Gran said, knowingly “we’re likely to be some time.”

From behind me, Himself put a hand defensively on his till-bound deli-delights, inexplicably posturing (I swear if he wasn’t fully decked in outdoor-wear, he’d have hoiked the old waistband) as he explained tersely: “we’re alright here, we’ve put our shopping out.”

Gran’s friendly look waned and her eyes narrowed to that steely superior glare that had clearly been passed down the generations to the youngest: “I’m only saying …..” ¬† I didn’t have to turn around to know that Himself was doing pretty much the same glare of his own. ¬†His hand stayed on his cheesy stuffed mini-peppers and he used his firmest classroom voice: “we’ll wait in line.” ¬† ¬†They held each other in an eye lock whilst the cashier shrugged and rang her bell again for supervisory assistance and the mum caught me with a conspiratorial “what are they like” glance and offered to the assistant: “well leave it then, I’ll just pay it”. ¬†It was the cashier’s turn to pass a steely, superior glare: “I’ve rung the bell. ¬† We need to check it because if these codes are wrong we’ll have a problem with everyone.” ¬† The mum’s glance to me evolved to apologetic whilst Gran’s steely superiority was now tinged with smugness! ¬† I gathered up all the items I could and tottered round to eyelash lady, bestowing them upon her. ¬† Himself tutted audibly, gathered up the rest and followed me around so that we could actually pay up before the picnic curled up!

“What was that all about?” ¬†I asked him as we wandered back to the car.

He shrugged like one of the kids “I thought she was trying to control me” he offered, a reference we both know is based on the ghost of ex-wife past: not really a happy anniversary moment!

ūüôā ¬† ¬†We arrived back home to be enthusiastically greeted by our adoring hairy smelly ones and more cards. ¬† ¬†Once I got upstairs to take my boots off, I sat wearily on the bed, still chatting with himself to transform the negative issues arising from that M & S moment into a positive perspective ¬†on the lines of how lucky we are to not have that issue between us etc, ¬†only to hear a crunch as I sat down! ¬†Yup, the framed photo so carefully unwrapped in the bedroom this morning was still on the bed and now sported one crack clean across the glass, and I’m not kidding, right between the two of us! ¬† I grimaced at him and again he shrugged: “is that seven years bad luck like a mirror?” he asked ūüė¶ ¬†D’oh!

ūüôā So, the rest of the day has been spent with Himself brooding whilst watching six nations and reapplying for his own job (yes, that time of year again but hey, what multi-tasking) and myself composing a grovelling letter to the local parking and highways pen pusher. ¬†Of course we do have the delights of the picnic still to look forward to and I’m hoping that watching all that one on one field action might put Himself in the mood for a little rucking and rolling of our own later on, but all in all, it’s been a funny old day!

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Better late than never!

Crikey, just realised this is my first post in February: clearly I’ve lapsed slightly on the whole postaday challenge, still it wouldn’t be a challenge if it was easy, would it?

So, news, views and updates:

  • Re:¬†my post on Woodland sell-off: our local MP voted to sell them all: how is that representing the constituents (I guess I’d be even more cross if I had actually voted for her)! ¬†So, I have sent a strongly worded email based on the mildly worded email suggested by 38 Degrees. ¬† Himself did similar, seriously, we sat like Mr. and Mrs. Angry sounding off into the ether: what a team! ¬†(team of what I’m not quite sure though)!
  • Managed to grab a walk in the sunshine today with youngest Boo-bunny and the dogs. ¬† Not only did we get what felt like the first spring-like day of the year, but we also spotted crocuses and snowdrops in the little park we frequent! ¬†Of course I forgot to take the camera, so can’t post a pic but health and weather permitting will try to do that tomorrow!
  • Little action in respect of allotment although lots of conversations involving online garden porn and seed catalogues. ¬†Even less action on the hard standing at the bottom of the garden, although we’re getting a few bits done in the main garden (must take photos).
  • Seamus has started cocking his leg. ¬† Apparently this means he’s matured enough for a little operation. ¬†Himself insists that he could do the op himself with a couple of bricks, but I assume he’s joking as I anxiously put aside every pound coin I get (only ¬£109 more to go)! ¬† It seems a shame really, Seamus has only just grown the pair and here we are plotting their swift removal! ¬† Provisionally booked in for April (in the hope of saving up by then) so look forward to some colourful posting then!
  • Project calendar is also not up to date, I know .. all work in progress!

Postaday 2011

I read somewhere that content is everything, but I don’t really feel like I’ve much to say today, but don’t want to be out of the Postaday habit. ¬†So ¬†I’ve installed the badge and am posting to say I’ve done so!

High spots today:   Went to the hospital today, feeling rubbish and came away feeling considerably better,  not because of any miracle cure (or even any treatment, come to that) but just by comparison to some of the sights you see.  Feeling humble and lucky in equal measures!

Low spots: ¬†Have realised that I have been keeping the dog shampoo in the bathroom cabinet aside the stockpile of toothpaste, Himself’s razors and to-be-used toiletries whipped from hotel rooms. ¬†I’m not sure what kind of person this makes me. ¬†It is possible that it is actually my brain that is downshifting.

My son’s got no nose … so how’s he smelling?

….. ¬†not too good actually!

It’s true, despite my having more positive vibes than is good for a person, disaster has befallen the eldest Boo-bubby, who passed out and landed on his nose! It’s not what you think – well, it is if you were thinking that alcohol was ¬†possibly involved: he’s 26 and was having a pint to celebrate moving into his new digs, but if you were thinking that he must have a nose that makes Steve Martin’s look subtle, then you’re wrong: Ben’s nose has always been the smallest little button ever attached to a face, so how on earth could he land on it? ¬† It’s a mystery how it could manage to hit the ground first as he swooned! ¬†However, bounce off the pavement it did and of course, being a fragile piece of face, it’s a clean break, now nicely packaged with what look like tampons! ¬† He lives and works in a different town to home, so we’ve spent much of the day on the phone comparing nose-break stories (he remembers the spectacular fall down the stairs that was responsible for my own D.I.Y rhinoplasty twenty years ago) so we now have a whole new range of humourous conversation opportunities, on the¬†lines of:

Bubby: ¬†“I’m not smelling any better today”

Me: “Don’t worry if it still feels like it’s bleeding, it’s not” (say it quickly and you’ll appreciate the humour – possibly better than he did)!