"You're not getting any fudge!!!" OMG! How cruel and heartless some friends can be lol. I am now going to name and shame Mr Richard Stenner, although he just doesn't care! *sigh* I do like a bit of fudge .............
Lets, see now. I am pleased to say the the ironing pile is now more of a pimple than the previously written about mountain. A few shirts remain, and two of those are Richards new school shirts, and not terribly important at the moment. The one good thing about trying to kit him out for his prom was that I bought black school trousers, and husband bought white school shirts in an attempt to make him look delectable. In the end he wore none of the items, but it means that he is kitted out for school. Yayyyy. Just Becky to go.
My youngest daughter wants skin tight black trousers for school. Not allowed obviously, but "everyone else wears them and gets away with it". Hmmm, not so sure when its a new school year. I hate buying her trousers/jeans/shorts. She is so beautifully slim, but tall, and the clothes manufacturers just don't cater for figures like hers it seems. I am going to take her to the shops yet again today in an attempt to buy her clothes for her birthday, and if that is unsuccessful, she is going to Bristol with her friend on Saturday. I don't like to tell her that the money I drew out for her birthday has been spent on the weeks food shop!! I am not a very good juggler sometimes, although I have had plenty of practise as have a lot of people.
My Dad is still not well, and yesterday saw us at the doctors surgery yet again. She is so lovely, and when I mentioned tea and cakes as a treat she got quite excited bless her. He has another appt on Friday morning with her, an appointment to have cancerous moles removed Friday afternoon, and then next Thursday an appt to check for bowel cancer, or hopefully, the absence of it! I keep reciting to myself "He is 82" like a mantra. As Rob said when I let it all flood out, no matter how prepared I am, I will be upset. My children know how soft and emotional I am. I am lucky to have them, I love them all to bits and am so proud of them, even tho they all think I am batty! Every time Becky says "I worry about you Mum" I reply back "You should worry about yourself, because I am your future and this is what you will become" I do like to scare her lol. Sarah has in fact started to make terrible puns. Yayyyy, atta girl. Its weird. Although they have lived mainly with me, I see so much of their fathers' mannerisms in them. Scares the hell out of me! Where am I in them? They are smart, intelligent, eloquent, say the same little things he does. Somewhere along the lines, I have been missed out! Well, maybe not in Sarahs case :o) I had better just qualify here that their Dad is not a bad man, far from it (eewww, eewww, ewww! Fancy admitting that in public), he just wasn't the right person for me after a while.
Moving on!!
Oh eck, that has totally disrupted the flow of thoughts now. Maybe instead of moving on I will just end it. The blog that is!! I hear the kettle calling and my book thinks I could do with reading some more. Cuppa and gruesome murder, here I come.
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