Midnight feasts

Typical.  M.E has rendered me unable to sleep due to the pain, and I find myself blogging at 3.25 am, a cup of tea and bar of choccy by my side! The painkillers I took at 2 ish haven't kicked in and my dilemma is, do I take something to top them up and risk being groggy in the morning, or just go with the flow.  I need some sleep cos of work, four hours so far is def not enough, but I don't want to be "swimmy headed".  Oh decisions, decisions.  My ever faithful dawgie has come downstairs with me.  For those of you who think it may be cupboard love, he didn't know I had a bar of choccy sneakily hidden from the children in the fridge.  The chocolate was in the fridge, not the children! I may be sneaky as a Mum, but I am not cruel.  My fingers turned into sausages on Sunday, and now they have white blotchy bits , probably where the skin is overstretched - nice attractive picture, huh?  Someone should invent a whole body hot water bottle.  That would be fab, all your painful,achey joints catered for in one fell swoop.  I like that idea immensly. No more having to decide which area to put the heat onto first.  You should be able to lie on it without it being uncomfortable too.  Inventors, get onto it :o)

I can report a bit of good news, the BlackBerry dowload has been sorted!  A media card was needed.  Something so simple, yet caused so much brainpower!  I would like to hereby thank Angela for coming round and lending us a card and showing us how to upload/download onto it.  I have ordered one, so the next step will be showing us how to transfer the five million songs Rich has loaded onto it to the new one.  Bless him.  He asked if he could download a song from itunes, and downloaded seven!!!!  He really does believe that the bank has an endless supply of money they just give you for free!  No matter how many times I try and explain an overdraft he just won't grasp the concept.

Rich found an article that made me laugh.  A circus hippo accidentally swallowed a dwarf!  Apparently, the dwarf was on a trampoline and somehow jumped off it sideways, falling into the open mouth of the hippo as it was yawning.  The hippo swallowed, thereby ending the short life of the dwarf (!).  The trampoline was taken away by forensic police.  Honestly, I love things like this to get me going.  I have said before I have a strange sense of humour!

I am going back to bed, feeling sick now due to too much choccy.  Serves me right for being a pig!  I had swine flu a while back, and since then haven't been able to eat much chocolate, so half a bar of galaxy is now one of those things I really don't want to remember eating.  Oh god, its all sloshing around with a mug of tea.  Ewwwwwwww.  Never thought I would see the day I couldn't consume  chocolate!

Night peeps, just be thankful you are not one of my patients tomorrow, and if by some cruel twist of fate you find you are, treat me gently and I will return the favour! xx

Things can only get better ..........

Sadly, today has not been such a good one.  I have been aware that I have been balancing on the edge of the precipice for a good few weeks now, and last night I tipped over.  Although I had a lovely day yesterday, there was way too much standing involved, followed by a mega late night (always a fatal one) and that was the straw that broke then camels back, or the push that sent me flying!  It sounds really weak to say that standing up for a while can render me useless, but sadly, one of the effects of M.E is an inability to stand for periods of time.  I had a lovely chat with friends whilst in Tesco (David, at last, someone as well as myself to talk to!), then got chatting to an old chap in the park about the ducks, kingfisher and heron, and then had to stand in the pub cos there were no tables for around half an hour.  Result is that today I feel really rubbishy, joints are killing, knackered, feeling sick etc etc.  Am not planning on another whine session about how I feel - not yet anyhow!  I have had the warning signs and yesterday ignored them.  There comes a point where you know you can't push it, and if you do you suffer.  I am just glad that tomorrow is another Bank Holiday and I don't have to go to work!  If I am still not well on Tuesday I may well make the patients suffer too.  There has to be some benefits!  Ha ha, as if.  I will be sweetness and light as usual but probably forget totally how to "be a dental nurse" and have blank moments.  It happens, believe me lol.  Luckily I work with a fab dentist who knows what I can be like, bless his cotton socks.
One day I may well learn and take heed, stop fighting the inevitable and have an easier life, but then again, I will probably just stay stubborn and pay the price knowing me!  I do wish that one of my family would take my dawgie out tho when I am collapsed in bed, poor little soul :o(

The BlackBerry is winning the music download war.  Why can't everything just be in the "drag and drop" mould?  I have pestered people, young and old, and still have got nowhere.  Maybe Rich will have to wait until September when its BlackBerry season! lol   Hopefully all will be revealed tomorrow, I have a friend who has one and we are going to talk!  If not I think I will just buy Rich an MP3 player!!  Bloody modern technology.

Right, I guess I am going to go back to bed.  Going to leave the children to lock up and turn off the lights!  Tomorrow, as they say, is another day, and hopefully a better one.  If not, c'est la vie!

A day in the life of

I have had a lovely day today.  Rich's friends called for him this morning, they had a trip planned - Greggs for breakfast!  Thats Greggs the Bakers, not a mystery friend btw.  They then popped in to see Grandad, which made his day, and then back here for a game or ten of CoD and a spot of lunch.  As usual hubby worked this morning, but came home in time to provide lunch for the troops!  Brilliant.  The childrens' friends are always welcome, and I don't mind feeding them, invited or impromptu, but it made a lovely change for someone else to take charge for once.

My turn for a trip to Yate next.  A meeting with a lovely young man, he reads this so can't say anything else, but it is true, to buy a copy of his bands first ever EP.  Some of you I know have seen the band live, and for those who haven't heard them, give them a listen on youtube - Natural Tendency.  Not quite as good as The Yeah Yous (who are now doing other projects!),  but still very good. Sorry Ed, but my heart lies firmly with Mr Kintish even tho he is now writing and producing for others.  Invite me round for a spot of spooky stuff and you may well come in a close second lol.  Anyway, then picked up Bex and three of her friends and brought them home.

Then came the dawgies turn.  Off to the park to inspect my duckies.  Oh, all right then, they aren't mine but I want them!  I get great satisfaction just feeding and watching the ducks.  The swan was showing off her cygnets, only three this year, and it was very amusing watching one of them tucked under her wing hitching a ride.  I looked for my ducklings and was really disappointed and worried because I couldn't spot them.  Walked on round the pond and saw 5 ducks swimming together and had a closer look.  My ducklings have grown up!!  They are almost the size of fully grown duckies now, and thats why I couldn't spot them.  Eeek!  They have grown so fast.  Maybe their mummy will have another brood, and I will casually swipe a couple whilst they are still little and fluffy.  Mind you, how on earth I can casually swipe them from a blummin big pond I do not know.  Could be another blog!

Lets see, what else did I do?  Oh yes, made a cake whilst singing loudly, "If I'd know you were coming I'd have baked a cake" etc.  Got told off by Bex for singing too loud, thereby embarrassing her - job done then :o)    I learned a valuable lesson actually.  I couldn't find my usual mixing bowl, so used a smaller, shallower one.  Maybe I am mad,, it would certainly have seemed so to an onlooker, woman giggling to herself as cake mixture flies out of the bowl, thereby decorating the kitchen and madwoman  in one fell swoop.  I do have a strange sense of humour!  Have just caught a sketch with Rhod Gilbert on tv which had me in stitches.  Thats another person to watch if you haven't already!

Both the children are on sleepovers, so hubby and I went out for a meal, alone (apart from everyone else in the pub that is), but alone together!  Weird.  Mind you, Rich has spent a lot of the evening texting us, bless him.  Love my children to bits.  Sarah is coming home for a visit after her exams and Rob and I have promised to phone each other.  We never seem to catch each other somehow but the thought is there!  I was touched because he texted Bex in the week to see how she was, igores his mum but keeps up with his little sister - ahhhh.

Right, it is sooooo late, I will suffer for this tomorrow.  Thanks for listening.  Tune in again for more rubbish! xx

The ugly, the bad and finally the good!

Grrrrr, I am in a bad mood for some reason.  Yes, ok men, its possibly hormonal, but I DO NOT WANT you intimating that thank you very much or you might just die!  In fact, just don't breathe and creep away very quietly.  Leave the chocolate and a cup of tea on the table for me before you go.

Tuesday night I had a sales call from Virgin, you are a good customer, been with us for years, have all our services, except for the mobile service.  We would like to offer you a phone, a Blackberry no less, with a very low tariff, what do you think?  I think I would like to speak to someone I can understand a bit better, but hey, can't say that because I would be deemed racist.  Anyway, I was enticed.  The fact that I had planned to go phone shopping the very next day to get youngest son a mobile phone played a big part in it.  Wednesday evening saw the arrival of said phone.  Yesterday we had a bit of a play and guess what.  Yup, it wasn't working properly.  Instead of dialing 07etc for my mobile it kept dialling 67.  Ok, maybe it needs charging up properly to work so left it until this morning - when my mood was not so good.  Lets get on the phone to Virgin!  Dial 150 from the landline, call is free, no mobile phone option.  Dial again just to be doubly sure, nope no option still.  Sigh.  Go online and find number.  Of course, its an 08 number, with a menu with lots of options, and further options after your initial choice.  Oh, and music that I did not like at all!  Steam!  I don't get wound up very often at all and I hate it when I do.  Nice man on the other end, suggested I charge the phone up fully and try again, then phone either from mobile, 10p for the whole call, or phone Virgin and asked to be put thru to mobile section, free from landline.  Bless him.  Phone is charging as we speak, and I hope it works later, cos I am not going to be a happy bunny again when I have to go thru the agro of sending it back!

The next in line for an arrggggghhhhh from me is the school. Richs' school to be exact.  It is half term next week, and the school has booked an inset day on 6th June, the first day back.  Excuse me, but just how much time have they had off lately with Bank Holidays, Easter and the Royal Wedding?  Give me just one good reason why the teachers can't go into school for one day in the holiday instead of having another day off in term time!  Just one!!!!  It better hadn't be anything to do with how hard they work and how they deserve time off either!

On a happier note, our new settees have arrived.  I have waited for a new suite for a long time, and I don't just mean the 5 week wait for it to be made.  The last time I actually had a brand new, only owned by me suite was 1984!  Obviously I haven't had the same one all that time.  That actually did last until 1997, and then have had husbands one, which he got second hand,and I hated it was so uncomfortable, and my Mum and Dad's one.   I have tried a couple of times of the last 4 years or so to purchase one, and in April finally found success!  As soon as the delivery men had gone I phoned hubby who wanted to know how they looked.  Well, strange really, and then I twigged that they are too posh for our house!  So used to being a scruf bag that something lovely and new is a shock lol.  My mate Rachel is coming round tonight and we are getting the paint charts out - yayyyyyyy.  Good mood is restored :o)

Okay, I feel I had better stop now, although I could go on.  Specks has been waiting patiently for his walk so I will do that.  Off to see "my duckies" on the pond.  Wonder how much they would struggle if I tried to carry one off .....................................

arrrggghhh, why is it?

Bad luck surely doesn't explain this one so I can only put this down to sods law.  Unless the forces of evil out there are just niggling to get me into trouble of course.  Washing!  Yup, washing, as in laundry type washing.  Why is it that if something is going to go wrong inside the washing machine, it involves hubbys' clothes?  I swear it has happened too many times to be coincidence, but I just have no other explanation.  I bought hubby a lovely, navy blue top for his birthday in September last year, and it has become his favourite.  Of course it would be, wouldn't it?  Whilst ironing it this afternoon I noticed a bleach mark on the shoulder, which I assumed has come from either the washing powder or the Vanish not dissolving properly.  Panic ensued.  After a big gulp and I had picked my stomach off up the floor,no mean feat I can tell you, I had a brainwave.  Shoe polish.  Now, this is where I have to swear you to secrecy, you reveal this on pain of death!  I hasn't covered it perfectly, but hopefully enough to not notice.  I am not holding my breath, because when it comes to anything of his he has eagle eyes.     He has a beige coloured top which somehow ended up with the inprint of the washing machine drum over the back of it, another one with black spots which weren't there pre washing, and of course I haven't mentioned the one that was light blue and somehow came out with darker blue streaks on it.  Weirdly it doesn't seem to matter what I do with everyone elses clothes, mix coloureds with whites (inadvertently I hasten to add), leave felt tips in the pocket (I remember now, that was the cause of the black spots!), it all comes out in the wash - usually onto hubbys clothes!!  Maybe I should secretly buy a duplicate of all his tops and just keep replacing them?

I have moments, as I think one of my recent blogs mentioned, when I want more!  At the moment I want a house with a bit of land and ducks.  Lots of them.  I have fallen in love with 5 ducklings on the pond in the park over the road from me.  When I first saw them they were not much bigger than the size of an egg, skimming across the pond like balls of fluff on a friction free surface.  They are now probably a third the size of the adults and so adorable, I just want to scoop them up and bring them home.  I have also decided I want hens, for the eggs tho, not cos I think they are adorable.  I am digressing a lot from what I wanted to say here.  I believe that our guides, angels, are listening to our pleas, moans, whatever, because I have been bemoaning the fact I have less than usual funds atm due to being off work a lot last month.  Sometimes my family seem to do nothing but eat, and this is one of them, and obviously the shopping needs to be bought.  Worry, worry.   Well, last week maybe, I had my tesco vouchers arrive, and I didn't take much notice of them, just putting them on the side for another day.  I got them out yesterday, planning to shop in Tesco today and use my £6.50 worth of vouchers.  Then I noticed a bit on the statement that informed me I had unused vouchers and I should go online and check them out, which I did.  Now call me sad, but finding out I had £75 of unused vouchers put a huge smile on my face.  I sent up a very big thank you, went back online and did my shopping :o)   It may sound crazy believing in higher forces, but it seems that when I ask for certain things in times of desperation or need, something good happens in reply, and that is good enough for me.

Ink!

Oh dear.  The urge for another tattoo is upon me!  I get these stirrings from time to time, much like the feeling that I must diet, but unlike dieting, the tattoo urge usually bears fruit, well, ink!  I would like a big red poppy, it being one of my favourite flowers, but as usual am not sure where it should be placed.  My husband is not a fan of tattoos, and requests that I have them done in a non public place.  (Don't think he means my backside!)  My father hates them, always tutting sorrowfully when daughter number one visits him.  She has stars along both collar bones, which meet, and both her feet are colourfully adorned.  Ironically, the one my Dad could probably forgive, it being very subtle, is a bow between her shoulder blades, and rarely seen!  I live in fear, yes, even at the grand old age of 18, that he will spot mine.  How he hasn't is beyond me, being on my ankles, but maybe he just ignores them.  I worry that when I bend over for some reason he will spot the mole on my back, the one in question being a tattooed mole coming up out of a molehill, rather than one of the actual moles I possess!  I wanted one around the base of my thumb long before they became fashionable, and only held back because of my job.  Anyway, I will work on this project, designing and planning, and of course saving, until I feel all is perfect and ready for execution.  Watch this space!

Loggin in and free range

I feel I am coming to a point where I could quite easily just blog about trying to log onto sites for various reasons, and usually failing!  For those of you who don't know, and you are lucky cos it means I haven't bent your ear - yet, being a dental nurse is no longer an option unless you are registered.  Yup, at huge cost, not only for registration fees £120 (don't get anything for them), CRB check fees £50, insurance £40 , but for course fees as well, which vary from anything from £5 to £500!  Being registered means we have to do both verifiable and non verifiable CPD, or continuing professional development, hence course fees, and hence the latest disagreement with logging in, or on!  The insurance company we use has thoughtfully provided some free verifiable cpd online, just sign up, read the articles, answer the questions and hey presto, 3 hours worth of cpd.  Wahoo you might think, and indeed I did.  That is until I signed up, found out I had alread done so at some point, (this CRAFT is becoming a big problem!), clicked on the can't remember box and finally logged in.  Wow, look at all this stuff I can do, and being Saturday night, how much more exciting can you get?  I really know how to live it up, so watch out!  Actually, we did have an invite to pop over to the neighbours' party, but I am such an unsociable bint that I would rather stay home and watch Britains Got Talent and do dental stuff.  Hubby has gone, clutching his bottle of wine, with the instruction not to lock him out.  I am such a sad woman, honestly!  I think it stems from the fact that I don't drink alcohol, still haven't found anything I feel I could drink, and sitting and watching everyone else get pi**ed just doesn't do it for me.

Anyway, where was I?  Oh yes, trying to find the articles.  Don't you just hate it that after all your efforts you are redirected to a page that basically says "ha, ha, this page is no longer available, fooled you!"  Okay, try another page, same result.  I am sure I have probably, possibly read the article in paper form at some point, but would like to just scan it to make sure and have a reasonable chance of getting my cpd certificate, for free if you please.  Does my head in!  We are now also registered with the Quality Control Commission.  If this means I have to start being nice to the patients I am doomed ........................................

By the way, for those of you not yet familiar with CRAFT, it means you can't remember a f**king thing :o)

With reference to my "Did you know?" blog, I have also found out that guinea pigs don't understand English either.  My pigs are now free range, a fact which I love, but I am still nervous about.  Its been a few weeks now and so far so good, they are still alive and kicking, eating the grass down to its roots and probably totally killing the grass off forever, along with the dog peeing on it and making pretty yellow patches!  I was worried this morning tho, only seeing one of them, Dougie.  "Why are you alone?" I asked him, quite seriously, but he ignored me.  How rude!  "Dougie, where is George?  Why are you on your own out here?"  Little so and so still didn't reply, and thats when I realised that he obviously doesn't speak English.  To put your minds at rest, George has made an appearance, and so far there are still two free range pigs.

And talking of free range, this had me confused.  I was at the salad counter in Morrisons, and there was a container of "free range egg salad", which was a tub of different lettuces and cut up tomato.  Not an egg in sight.  Very strange indeed.

Did you know?

Did you know that spiders don't understand English?  I found this out this morning as the resident shower spider bravely, and possibly foolishly, weaved its way down the tiles in the cubicle.  I shouted at it repeatedly to "go back up" and it totally ignored me.  I was not a happy bunny.  Luckily, it obviously decided it had had enough of living dangerously, and that maybe its foothold was getting a bit precarious, and made its way, albeit slowly, back up to the safety of the ceiling.  Lucky escape this time for both of us!

Did you also know that Olly Murs can sing in Spanish?  No?  Nor did I until last night.  Becky and I went to see him at Bristols Colston Hall, recently updated, but to my mind not a lot had changed in the actual "hall" apart from the seating, which although new was still highly uncomfortable.  Anyway, there were two support bands - The Kixx, who blew our eardrums apart, with a lead singer looking like Aiden Grimshaw from x factor and a drummer remarkably like Area 51's drummer, Luke, and Wonderland, an Irish girlband.  It turns out that I actually have heard them on the radio with Lovesong (?) and also recognised another of their songs.  They had us all practising saying "potato" which harks from Celebrity Juice.  Its very compelling, once you say it once you have to repeat it, honestly, you do, try it!  Of course it has to be said in a high pitched irish type voice!  Right, back to Mr Murs.  He is a born showman, there was lots of audience participation, flirting, dancing, and of course, great singing.  Not only did he do his own songs, but sang a medley of Stevie Wonder, a bit of Madness, Jason Mras and of course, Hero, in Spanish.  No music, no backing, just Olly singing a bit of foreign language to us all - sigh.  I loved it.  I love the atmosphere of gigs, I love the feeling of the bass vibrating through your body, the singing and just letting yourself go.  Even though I flaked out half way through and had to sit down, forfeiting my view of the stage,  I still loved it!  Today I am knackered and not feeling so good, but it was well worth it.

Tomorrow we have a staff meeting.  I wonder what that will bring up?  With all the changes, health and safety, infection control and now quality care control, the dental world is changing.  We are being brought kicking and screaming in some cases, into the 21st Century, and the practice is looking more like an office every day, with notices having to be pinned up in various places for all to see.  Handwashing techniques, radiography guidelines, health and safety notices.  As well as our compulsory cpd, we are going to have to do personal statements, courses on child protection and have CRB certificates.  Personally, I vote for tips for the nurses.  Another suggestion was cakes, or biscuits, or at a push, a big bowl of crisps!  We are not fussy, but maybe sometimes a word of appreciation wouldn't go amiss.  Remember that next time you go to the dentist for your check up or treatment, we work hard to look after you even tho we make it all look effortless!  Now feel like saying "Be safe out there!"  lol  Actually, that reminds me, I used to work with a dentist who always said "see you next time", and it killed me to not say "On the Muppet Show! Yayyyy"   Sometimes its hard having to hold myself back!

Right, am off to the land of nod now.  I have my toyboy tomorrow so need my energy!  Rachel (Joshs' mum), Becky and I took Josh to see Pepa Pig and fireman Sam on Saturday.  I thought those days were over for me, and believe me, a 5ft pink Pepa Pig is enough to make you wish you never have to do it again!

Thank crunchie for things that go bump!

Its Friday again - already!  Its a bit worrying how fast time seems to go when you are older.  Maybe its the same when you are younger but you don't notice it quite so much.  Can't really remember, I suffer from, what a friend refers to as CRAFT - can't remember a f***ing thing!  Sometimes I even forget what I am supposed to be trying to remember,  Hang on, that doesn't sound right!  I forget what I was thinking about in reference to what I had to remember.  Nope, thats not explaining it either, will just give up.  I have noticed lately tho, that I can be thinking about something and then my mind just goes blank.  I take great comfort in the fact that Dad is 82, and forgetful through age, not illness, and hopefully I will be the same!  My sister is older than me and just the same, but as I have just used the Dad excuse, she will have to find one of her own, lol.

The group of girls is still hanging around and calling for Rich, and he still refuses to play ball and go out with them.  One of them even stood watching him through the window - what is the draw?  I have taken to just shouting "door" to him, as he hasn't been playing quite as much footie in the garden this week, and leaving it up to him to disperse the groups.  He's off to a girls birthday party tomorrow, not sure how many females, but there are only going to be two boys, and yes, the party girl also has a soft spot for him. *sigh*  This caused me to think about the present a bit more.  He likes her as a friend but no more.  I didn't want to get something personal in case she took it as a sign of him weakening as it were, but then looked at it from her point of view.  How disappointed would she be to get the planned money instead of a hand picked item, probably from Claires?  Its not easy being the mother of a lothario you know!  Actually, don't think that is the right word but I won't try and think of another one or I will lose track of what I am saying.  Anyway, we discussed it and decided on the money route, and hubby duly stumped up - yayyyy.

Becky is on yet another sleepover.  I never had them when I was young, it just wasn't done.  In fact I am not sure I remember having friends around for tea, although I am sure I would have done.  My Mum was very easy going like that, unless it involved my best friend whom she didn't like.  The closest thing I have got to a sleepover was when we stayed at a friends house in Dorset (Yes, yours Lisa!) which is haunted.  The girls ended up in the room I was sharing with Rich because Charlottes door kept opening on its own and they were scared.  I realised I was too old for sleepovers then because they kept whispering and giggling and I couldn't get to sleep - possibly the point of a sleepover?  Luckily for me they decided to brave going back downstairs, leaving me with the spirit of a young girl singing to herself, and me with my fingers pressed tightly in my ears and my eyes squeezed hard shut!  Happy Days.  I love the spirit stuff, but have to admit that when it happen around me it scares the life out of me!

I think one of  the scariest times was in our present house.  I had been chatting online to Lisa, her of the haunted house fame, and said that I felt I wasn't alone and decided to head off to bed.  Hubby had gone out to the pub so wouldn't be back for a couple of hours and the children had gone to bed.  Lisa suggested I try asking out to see if anyone was there because I kept getting the feeling there was a young girl with me, so I got brave and said something along the lines of "my cat doesn't appear to be afraid, so I am not sure if there is anyone here or not.  If you are here can you do something to let me know"  With that there was a clunk and all the lights went out!!!!!!  Don't need to say I very nearly had an accident there and then!  I had to then find my way into the garage and turn the trip switch back on.  Now, look for the rational.  The trip switch will trip if a light bulb blows, but doesn't usually make a clunking sound.  Its a spring loaded switch so clunks when you turn it back on.  None of the bulbs had blown.  I went back into the kitchen and said "okay, I believe you" and then felt a cold draught at my hand height (I had my hands down by my side).  For me that was proof enough and I legged it upstairs and into bed as fast as I could!  I had a miscarriage a long time ago, very early on in my pregnancy, and have often been told I have a daughter in spirit.  I really do believe this was her, and Bex has had some "dealings" with her on occasions too.  I don't mind her being around and talk to her whilst I am doing things around the house.  Talking to myself or talking to ghosts?  Both!  I often have to tell myself to shut up because I am talking out loud, especially in supermarkets.  Trouble is I then get the giggles which makes me seem even more odd - that word keeps cropping up, I wonder why? lol

bad form

Have had a stressful week, need to unload, but feel too wired up to do it.  Oh well, no doubt once I let my mind take over that will be that.  Am listening to Del Amitri, haven't heard them for years but Radio 2 have been playing them quite a bit lately, so I went mad and bought the best of cd.  Have got them on vinyl up in the loft somewhere, no doubt scratched to bits.  Music is a great way for me to unwind and let go and as I have the house to myself for a bit I am indulging myself loudly.


I have been feeling odd lately.  Can't quite put my finger on it, sort of lost.  Did think it was unfulfilled but thats not quite right, bored?  Thats not it either, so I think I will just stick to odd!  Mind you, I did put the chicken into the dishwasher to roast, so odd is about right lol.  I wonder if its because of dropping a session at work?  I so wish I had the stamina to do more instead of doing less.  It might stop me moaning about the registration, insurance, course fees etc!

Its student finance time again.  Thought I would try filling it all in online, after all, it is supposed to be easier!  Hmmm.  Phone student finance to check which years accounts they need, finally get thru after 10 mins and a menu longer than a restaurant menu!  I could have bought something in B in a Q and been back and still have time to stick the kettle on before I got to the relevant department.  Okay, get the website up, they say I am already registered, which is strange as I always send in a paper copy.  Whats my password and secret answer?  Er, don't know, not done it this way before!  Send off for relevant details and await answer.  Try again and yes, I am in.  Fill out the form, and have to admit it was easy, but, there was nowhere to put hubbys details.  On the phone again before I submit everything to check there will be another section for his details.  Yup, off to B in a Q again, etc etc.  The man from delmonte say Yes - well, actually it was a lady, and she was from student finance, but hey, if the advert fits .......   Okay, click on submit and off go my details into the ether.  Click continue and it takes me back to the beginning.  Click on submit information and, hang on, no box, just the message to say that I have already filled all this in.  Stress levels rising again.  Phone again.  Got a very helpful lady who agreed that the computer fad wasn't always was it was cracked up to be and very sorry but you will have to fill out a paper copy for your husband.  Arrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.  Find relevant form to download with help from the still very helpful lady and say goodbye.  Paper?  Check, add a bit more for good measure, press print.  Bloody thing takes in 3 sheets of paper at once, twice, if you see what I mean, leaving me with more scrap paper to add to the pile, and then runs out of paper.  More paper, press print and off we go.  Except we don't.  The pc has decided that the printer is still out of paper so turn it off and on again.  Finally,  I have the paper copy in my grubby mits to fill in. Bit faint cos the colour cartridge needs changing.   Take it to the lounge to sit in comfort and off I go.  I fill out the very first box - incorrectly!  Back to printer, change cartridge, align etc, print off another page one and back to lounge.  All that is left now is for husband to sign it, and me to post it.  Thank heavens she only has one more year left.  Keep trying to persuade her to leave now and come home to keep me company but she is determined to stay and see out the four years!  Not letting her stay longer cos I have just realised that I have just filled out the last student finance form - wahooooooooooo!  I think I need to go and do something to celebrate, like collapsing in a heap on the settee :o)