George and ….. what’s the other one called?

Partly due to the fact that Isobel never remember Terrance’s name and partly because of the obvious (although strangely, unless she was just being polite, the vets nurse said she liked that name!) we have changed it to ‘Charlie’.

‘Charlie and George’…  fantastic player.

Nots oh whole hazelnots & a fat lip

All was going to plan, pick cats up from being castrated (know how that feels) and then drop em off home, settle em in and then take girls to Macdonalds for tea followed by Tescos.

Getting out of the car at the vets, Evie walks in front of Isobel and she trips up, sprawls out across the car park….  waited for the moment of tranquillity which forgives any accident and then all hell breaks lose. Poor Belle had put a tooth through her bottom lip, blood ‘n’ tears everywhere, even on me. Out for a browse or a shop would of gone straight home normally, but had to pick cats up, so in we went.

Had to sit Isobel down on the waiting benches in the vets and comfort her, but soon realised I had to queue, Belle didn’t want to move, but didn’t want me to move either, but had to, just a few feet away, she kept crying (blood had stopped by now, mopped up on my t-shirt). People in front of me wondered what was wrong I explained, the woman said “aaah do you want to sit with her”, thinking she was going to save my space, I almost said thanks, but didn’t as turns out she was talking to her husband about there pooch…  Injured animal or kid, hmmm wonder which they’d walk past to help the other….

Anyway, got the cats, carried em both with one hand and Belle in the other. Back home all three recovering well.

21 today!

No not me you fool….  Peggy, 17th February 1988, a memorable day, now all grown up and let lose. Happy Birthday Lauren x

Soap box

Biggest gripe at the moment, train passengers. We are all the same boat especially with personal space issues, yet most insist on behaving with the utmost of selfish conceit.

Take tonight, got up from my window seat to put my coat on and retrieve my bag from the storage shelf, with all of the other 5 passengers seated around me remaining still. This was exasparated by an aisle stander who made no allowance for me having to maneuver my gear over heads to a seat in the adjacent section. All I got was a look and a tut when my bag brushed her arm. She couldn't of been oblivious to my situation yet she saw no opportunity to make my life a little easier, this is the attitude that is present all over.

"Treat others like you would expect to be treated yourself" I nearly heard myself saying.

Please mister, play with us, we wanna play!

We are now the proud owners of two new mad cap cats. Kittens really, ‘Terrance’ (I know, stop it) 10 months old and a mini tornado called ‘George’, 6 months. Heaping havoc on our house at present, ornaments and plants falling all over. Wanted, needed some peace to iron last night so locked them in the dining room…..

Twitter… or Stalker?

Had enough, no really I have now, that’s it, sooooo bored of ‘tweeting’… why? no-one listens…  Come to the rather rapid conclusion that twitter is for celebs to boost ego by getting ‘followed’ and for the followers to stalk there favourite celebs.

They can all get on with it.

Right.... Tweeting

Come to the conclusion that its for egocentric celebs. They all exude pride when a landmark following is reached, its just a league table of popularity. For us poor plebs its a chase, no way, unless you have something someone else is interested in, will you get followed. If I tweet '4' people hear, if a celeb twitters then 000's listen. So its just a place to 'hole up' in anothers world. Its faintly voyeuristic, but I've ended up not wanting to feed cheese to the big cheeses any more.

Gonna leave it there.

Eggs Benedict

First try at hollandaise sauce. Had to use white wine vinegar instead of lemon juice, but not bad for first attempt!

Our office... on baron Monday

Weather update

It's been bad man, worst snow in 18 years apparently, although strangely almost all gone in Colchester, but heavy still in Witham and further in to London. Anyway, fun getting in this am; heres my tweets from waiting for my train:
1. no season launch, no pools, no hollywood just trying get to work, train is 30min delayed.... at the moment
2. 37 mins now....
3. 39 mins
4. a nice even 37 now
5. back to 35.... do they know what they are doing?
6. no. 37
7. yawn.... 39
8. its here. 38 mins late (never mentioned that number before!) hang on, now the real journey begins....

Sardines and snow

Snowed pretty bad for the first time in a long time today. Not that deep at home, 5cms maybe. Went to the office, train only 15 mins late. Only 140 people from 600 made it in. Weather set to get worse which means trains grinding to a halt so left at 1215 to WFH this sarvo. Got the 1230 intercity which was rammed (see video). As I write making good progress to Colchester.