Greetings from Widge Manor...

I think we can safely say the excitement of it all has FINALLY hit home. It took getting away from the traumas of the week with 'his nibs' and getting to sit back, relax, have a few vodka's and get to enjoy good company (including meeting Widge's mate Jax who is superb)

As for nibs - it seems to be sorting itself out but if his day from hell gets any worse today I am bloody glad I'm down here away from it all. I hope it does sort itself out and he can get away from work in time to get to scouts for the training week as it will be a nightmare of a time if he cant pass out this week. Fingers crossed.

So onto the other important stuff.....

Tomorrow is MPH08! And the best bit? we have VIP tickets of which come with drinks, a meal and a book... and a guarantee of a couple of pukka seats to the top gear live show. Also being me made sure we booked the last one of the day too... superb stuff.

T-minus 5 days and counting.....

Well to the actual 'show' that is. Festivities will start long before that as I am travelling down to "Widge Manor" Thursday and I am pretty sure, what with the pumpkins I am taking for the pair of us to 'creatively design' into some sort of Halloween lantern frenzy which you just know will end with many hours of giggling vodka induced pumpkin daftness will end in some funny old photos.

It's funny really. After such a shite weekend with illness and 'his nibs' playing up it took an email from a very wise Lama this morning to really get me back on track and truly excited about the whole thing. Thanks Tali.

So it's Monday, I didn't sleep too well thanks to stiff neck and nibs going to work an hour early... heh heh. But now I shall get dressed and start to plan exactly what it is I will need to take with me for the weekend.

So this week IS going to be good, no matter how hard anyone tries to piss it up.

Well that's mildly irritating.

I don't know if it's the fact that the clock's have gone back due to 'British Summer Time' and my dog is obviously out of synq or the fact that I wake up too bloody early sometimes that has annoyed me this morning.

So 'technically' it's 05:30am which for me isn't a ridiculous time to wake... don't ask me why, it just isn't, however it's now actually 04:30 which always sounds just that little bit worse.

I should go back to bed I know but if I do I will enter that world of pain waking up around 9 with a stonking headache if I do go back to sleep - catch 22 or what.

So instead, I have decided to stay up at ridiculous o'clock, filled the dishwasher whilst making myself a cup of tea and now have every intention of moaning about what a complete shite day yesterday was.

It also started at around 04:30 with the pleasure of period pains once again - great. You know the routine, hot water bottles to the ready, tablet to take however this time there was also another snag.

When I tried to actually sit up in bed my right shoulder and neck screamed at me as if I had been stabbed with a pencil. Hmmm what's going on here then?

Well, I don't know. I went to bed fine and can only assume I slept in some sort of weird position and now I have to roll like a limpet round to the edge of the bed to allow me to get out. That's a bugger and somewhat embarrassing to boot.

Once out of bed 'limpet stylie' and having taken tablet we go onto the microwave hot water bottle marathon. Knowing it was likely to be a long haul, all three of the 'waveable' items nuked - one for belly, one for main shoulder and wheat bag for round the neck.
I wobbled myself back into the bed making sure to prop ones self right up so as to alleviate the pain of it all switched on the TV and was attacked by a certain fat black labrador all the time she had a " oh you are REALLY warm" glint in her eye.

I must have doped myself up good and proper as I next woke up again at 9 with:
Screaming swede ache.
Neck and shoulder still deciding I should look like walking around with a stick up my arse.
Belly pulling said stick down again. Can't win, I tell you.

You can tell how rough I was feeling as I never even turned the computer on, couldn't even summon up the effort to go and get the laptop either. All told I haven't felt that pants for bloody ages.

I decided by noon that I really should do something - obviously sitting on ones arse not moving all morning had given me cabin fever so decided I would wrap up warm, pack myself and dog up into the car and take her for a walk to the beach. Figuring driving would do me good as I would have to turn neck to be able to see other traffic coming and the walk would help the old cramps loosen off.

Yes, it did me good. No I didn't feel any better on my return and finally gave up, landed on the sofa bed with more hot water bottles and promptly slept the rest of the day (hence my silly o'clock regime) When I woke again at 9pm decided enough was enough and went to bed.

So here I am, now just gone 5am feeling much better in the neck department granted and as per usual after the initial 24 hours of the monthlies that's calmed down again now. All in all pretty much out of the scoop of pain again but somewhat annoyed at my ability to lose 24 hours all told.

So whoever it is keeps saying about gaining an hour in bed when the clocks go back can stick that little snippet of joy right up their arse if you ask me.

Well that was rather a piss poor effort people.

I did have to laugh. Not only did I drag my arse out of bed for today's 'expedition' but even had to pay for the privilege of parking in Norwich for said event too, all £1.30 of it (didn't take long to realise it really was an hour of my life I would never be getting back.)

The event in question was the job centre's "Christmas Jobsfair"
Jobsfair my arse, more like jobs farce.

There were approximately 7 or 8 'recruiters stands' of which I would say maybe four had actually made an effort and thought about what to bring that might be of use with relevant information to hand out to punters. This wouldn't have been quite so bad but these were all of the companies I would work for when my arse has healed up.

The others left were - hmm how can I put this politely? rubbish.
One woman had obviously spent lots of time with a laminating machine and placed lots of very pretty signs with the companies logo on it however had neglected to bring anything with what the company actually did... so, as you do I asked her. Turns out she's from Sweden and hardly speaks a work of English so when I did finally make out that they were a company that remodels mobile phones and wanted people with 'electrical backgrounds' and she gave me that "chickens arse" mouth look as is to say but not you then... until I mentioned I DO have electrical qualifications and her eyes lit up. So imagine her utter delight when at that point I said "Sorry love, but if you cant even sort out a bloody table with decent information about yourselves at a JOBS FAIR, I don't really want to work for you thanks."

So then there was the choice of packing cakes in a bakery - hmmm not a safe option that one..
A care assistant company - errr nope
A local big hotel just looking for skivvies to bar tend and clean rooms,
another hotel chain looking for the same...
those are just the ones I remember of course.

The best one was an older looking gentleman just sitting there at a desk with a few bits of paper in front of him. I walked past assuming he was just some jobcentre troll looking in on who was attending however on reflection now am wondering if he was from an engineering company as he had all the right symptoms. Anti social, no signs to say where he was from etc.. oh well his loss not mine.

The only good point of the day was one of the hotel stands were giving out 'dib dab' sweeties which for obvious reasons attracted me first so at least i gained some sugar sustenance for the day and some paperwork that will come in very handy for lighting the wood burber seeing as its bloody cold today!

Oh and before i go - Happy Brithday to the Lama !!!!

Well I'll be...

Saturday afternoon after 'his nibs' went home to go out with his best mate for the night I made quite a rash decision which envolved going and picking up Mumsie Banks, her helping me sort the loft out and loading the car with shitload of tat ready to get up bright and early the Sunday morning to do a car boot sale.

It was quite nice really. Mumsie even stayed over to which probably did her the world of good having something to do and made life a lot easier as we took the mad labrador with us to said sale.

It was very funny. Getting up at 5am isn't the nicest of things on a Sunday Morning, especially as it was still bloody dark when we got there, however because the site is on a park and ride car park just down the road not only was it illuminated but nice tarmac and not grotty old grassy field.

So we arrived, unloaded all the boxes out of the car and started setting everything up. You get the usual trunky bastards rifling through the boxes before you have even unpacked which was obviously annoying Mum but as I said to her - if they think they are getting something amazing by snouting through there first, so be it.

So we say there for 5 hours in total I should imagine and probably only made about £35 but the fact that I am finally getting rid of all the shite I have collected over the years from my attic is the clincher for me. I must have sold over half of the tat which was up there so I for one was very chuffed with efforts.

Granted, I still have around 5 boxes of tat now in my shed of stuff to do another one and could quite happily find some more up there to add to it but it's a start I can tell you!

I was also really surprised with what actually sold! People will buy utter shite of the price is right for them!

Then at around 12 when we did get back to mine, 'his nibs' had arrived and was in the process of cooking us both an amazing steak meal bless his cottons. Much needed seeing as we had only been munching on oatie biscuits all morning!

So all in all not a bad day really. Made a bit of dosh, got rid of a load of tat and felt rather good about it all.

Cant be bad!

Yoou spin me right round baby right round...

I think we can safely say this morning that my head is somewhat spinning. No, not due to anything alcoholic, drug related or any stimulant, just the fact that 'his nibs' has done a bit of a loony spack on me this morning.

Nothing that cant be sorted and when he's finally sorted his head out he will be a much happier bunny I'm sure however I do seem to have this hunch that when he does decide what he wants out of life I probably wont be a part of it. However I am just speculating here.

For once he's actually talking to me about things which are bothering him which is rare and he is seeming quite happy right now even though just this morning he decided he wasn't going to scouts this weekend for training as he's not sure this game plan is the route he really wants in life. In fact it could have just been a substitute for all the shit he has gone through in the last year.

So my perspective on all this? Well I can only assume now that chances are we will probably 'fizzle out' knowing that if he does come up with some life game plan I wont be a part of it.

Shame really as he is the sort of person I could actually put up with for some time without wanting to gouge his eyes out with a blunt spoon... but time will tell - I could be wrong, however gut feeling is telling me I could well be old hat once again and will have a few barriers in place from now on just to make sure I wont get hurt this time.

(mental note to self = try not to be quite so pessimistic in future!)

:)

Constructive anger...

Nice to see I am utilising my 'miffedness' (yes making my words up as I go along these days)

Decided after my little rant earlier that I should go out and cut the lawn for the last time. Yes I know I said a week or two back hopefully that would be the last one before winter but bugger me it wasn't. This time however I can assure you it is as I for one am not doing it again even if it gets as long as to lose the labrador out back in it.

Well its done now and I even attacked the front garden which has been neglected since I had the drive done mainly due to the fact I'm still not really sure exactly what I want to do to it yet with it's now SHORT bloody fence. At least it looks a bit less scruffy for a while and maybe the whiny arsed neighbours might just shut the fuck up for a bit but I doubt it.

Getting onto that subject again I think I might have found the culprit who grassed me up to the council and next time I see them I'm going to just ask them (well being me, why not?) And if the cunt does actually admit it was him am going to ask why he didn't just talk to me first... then report him for his shitty hand built conservatory that overhangs onto my property... fair is fair I say.

Yep, I think you can safely say I am still rather annoyed about that.

Right, what can I go and vandalise in this strop now?

Hmmmmmmm

This whole job hunting malarkey is REALLY starting to get my goat.

I really cant seem to win. I have such a diverse range of 'abilities and talents' lol that if I apply for anything that could be deemed below what I should be after, I don't even get a look in.
And if I apply for something as a trainee in something I would like to do (such as photography) I get responses along the line of them thinking I am absolutely mad.

So today I have stepped up to the plate and applied for three jobs I didn't expect to; (mainly as its shift work and if I am honest I bloody hate shifts but hey ho)

And no laughing now, they are:

Community police officer (yes, that's a hobby hobby)
Prison officer
RAF something or other (will get the information pack on that this week, so will let you know)

Obviously I have applied for other stuff as stipulated by my 'job seekers agreement' - pah, but nothing quite as funny as the stuff above so not worth mentioning

I would say that I am quite chipper about it all but I'm not. Lacking of a job is pissing me right off and quite frankly embarrassing when people keep asking what I am doing these days.

Bollocks.

Oh you sneaky cow you.....

There are times in my life when even I am impressed with just how cunning and down right bloody devious I can be. Today was with no exception.

Not only do I now have a 'bit of kit' which is technically 'borrowed' but could do me the world of good, but the way in which it was pilfered was positively genius.

Granted I had help and this person shall remain nameless due to it could quite well get his arse kicked as well but i for one would like to thank him for his stella efforts today, what a complete star ;)

So I cannot mention what I have pinched due to incrimination, I can't even mention my accomplice and in all truth this blog is pretty much pointless really! Great!

Well apart from the fact you are all now very aware I am a thieving sneaky bastard and cant be trusted!

heh heh

Tired, all shit out and blah.

It's been a mental couple of days. Not only did I go and pick up Marmite from the airport late Friday night which in itself knackered me out being a tired shite who normally sods off to bed by 10pm... but I also went out with them for a meal this evening and then a fun filled drive to the beach (Yes, in the dark?!?!)
That coupled with the fact I had the momentousness dose of the shits yesterday really has wiped me out a bit.

It is nice to see him again, even if it is only a fleeting visit of which involves me driving them to Cambridge today, ready for their meeting Monday. It's funny really, there are some things about this uncle which are really obvious he's a relative to me as we are both still little sods.Weird how only I seem to have this trait lol.

Not to worry though, will see him at Christmas again :)

In that whole Ying & Yang way

Today has gone full circle from yesterday's pants like vein.

Not only have I applied for another four jobs (must be SOMETHING out there for me?!?!?) the parcel expected arrived this afternoon and 'his nibs' is very happy with it and then just to top if off his training at work finished early, he's home already and.... here's the best bit...
cooking tea - bless him.

One of the jobs in question did have one of those REALLY LONG applications you do only on-line which in itself is a bit of a chore but thanks to the fact I have already filled in something similar on-line before for another company it started to auto fill the boxes! bonus!

Oh there was another thing about yesterday which was rubbish and I forgot to mention; I managed to get a sodding trojan on the computer and bloody McVittie didn't seem to find it. I can safely say that after sitting up into the wee hours trying to get rid of it did drive me somewhat mental however managed to get rid of the little bugger in the end. Grrrr.

So now I have the rest of the day to sit back and come up with a name for my project... ready for my sister harassing me tomorrow (and she will)

Hmmm might just go and eat my tea now heh heh

They are making my head hurt.

Not only has my sister gone into 'panic mode' about this whole economy issue and flapping about moving money around left right and bloody centre but she even managed to wake me up with a text this morning asking if I was up yet... Whatever sort of a stupid question is that?
I BLOODY AM NOW! Grrrrr, didn't start the day well that.

Phoned her - agreed with everything she wanted to do, pacifying more than anything then figured what else I needed to do today. Great only one task... go to the post office, post one parcel and letter both of which recorded. Easy peasy.

This wouldn't have been quite so bad had I got off my arse and actually done this first thing. Bad Bird...
Nope, I was sidetracked by a neighbour with wireless broadband problems of which dawg and I toddled off up the road and sorted out. Finished by 12 ish figured I would have a spot of lunch then sod off to the post office in the next village out. It was at this point after robbing my neighbours for some fresh eggs, they pointed out to me that the post office there does half day closing on a Wednesday. Great that means I will have to go into sodding Norwich just to make sure these things go today.

Then the lass who had scuppered my plans earlier who was also trying to find herself a double bed on ebay would have the spare old one I had in my loft I mentioned earlier if that was ok. FFS.
So toddled up there again, managed to find all the bits and mattress, took it round, put it all together... sorted. I was even donated a couple of bottles of wine for my effort so cant be bad!

So finally hopped into the car to post parcels and get a card reader for said girl as well seeing as I was already going out. It was bloody manic! where on earth did all these people come from? It wasnt like it was rush hour! hmmmm getting more miffed now.

Finally home again and have just about calmed down again so though it would be very advisable for me to just get in the bath with a drink and soak all the stresses away seeing as no fucker can get me there...

I might even stop muttering.

Ok, you can be quiet now...

It's weird, it really is.
Due to his house moving, scouts and various other bits of faffing about, apart from one night this week 'his nibs' has been staying here. So not only do I have (as I have mentioned before) a living room full of crap - and I mean that:


But, even after him being here all of a week I am still not even the slightest bit even - well miffed which makes me start to wonder what the fuck is up with me.

It really is quite funny. There are times when I actually analyse it and think to myself "if you were anyone else in my past you would have been out the door with all your crap quick smart" but for some strange reason this isn't bothering me in the slightest. Is it because I am just getting older and more tolerable? Bloody doubt that. Maybe I am letting my high amount of 'pickiness' subside. Nope, I am still as finicky as ever, so why is it that I am so comfortable with this short, VERY loud little sod invading my home? who knows?

And the daftest bit of it all? the bloody dog is getting rather comfortable with him here too and she is a very good judge of character is that little bugger, so maybe I should just go along with her judgement on this for once as she has never been wrong yet.

Catching up with, well life really.

Seems getting ones house in order is finally paying off for me both mentally and physically. Not only is there now a 'big sister' project in the making - will inform you of that when its all up of the ground and running but also, job application testing has been completed this morning (fingers crossed) and even pre-warned the lama her birthday card is in the post some what early, not due to me losing my marbles but more because I am getting ahead of myself to make sure all things are done on time... bloody hell!

So now, all I have to do is update my JSA 'applied list' and I will be all set ready to toddle back round Mumsie Banks' when we can fish out of the loft something that will help me get on the road with this project and then get rid of that sodding UPVC window she's had sitting about for donkeys. (someone from freecycle picking it up)

It's getting positively quite manic again which I don't really mind, as I really needed to focus my brain on something somewhat more productive than sitting on my arse playing sodding poker and irritating people on the web.

Already applied for three other jobs this morning. Good job really as I am FINALLY starting to get some replies to stuff I applied for over a month ago ?!?! how bleeding useless is that? However I am not going to complain as at least I AM getting stuff back instead of just not knowing at all. That seems to be Norwich City council's favourite that one, which gives you absolutely no option of getting feedback as to why you haven't been even considered for the position you apply for. Also had a classic email Thursday stating:

Thank you for your recent application.

While we are not able to continue your application further for the specific role detailed above, we wish you every success in your continued job search.

All of our vacancies are detailed on ******* Please set up the 'jobseeker account' feature on the website which will send you details of our latest vacancies as they come in.

Best Regards

Well thank you very much for getting back to me, however it might possibly have been a tadge more helpful had you have actually told me which position I have not been accepted for so as not to have to chase it up....

bloody useless the world sometimes I tell you.

So I am a positive, happy little bunny - and just in case that didn't cheer me up enough, 'his nibs' text me late last night to say he has passed part one of getting his mud guards for scouts... clever little boy that he is, bless him. Very proud. Lets just hope today's efforts are as forthcoming and he gets to pass out soon :) well done chappie x

Oh dear god....

... I have turned into my Dad, reincarnated.

And even though today with all of it's antics have left me now knackered, in bed at 8pm granted with the laptop but ronnied all the same I am smiling about the fact that I have turned into my Dad.

The reason? Not once today, with many things having gone tits up, attention and common sense needed in vast amounts and generally a completely hectic day have I even been rattled - not even once. In fact, even something this evening that would have in the past driven me nuts, actually had me laughing my tits off but will explain that later.

So from the beginning - the first task was to take Mumsie Banks to open a post office isa account of which I was going along for moral support really and to make sure it ran smoothly. It didn't as you would expect and the pin number to the card was wrong and we used the cheque book as a fall back. No problems there in fact I left there laughing as there was no queue when we arrived, when we left it was huge...

After that Mumsie had asked to be taken to the local QD store as she had seen the perfect computer desk for the bargain price of £49.50 of which I had offered to collect, so off to Anglia square we toddle. Had a wander round, picked up a few things for myself and we went to pay for the desk of which could be collected from the delivery door out the back. Paid, hopped back into the car, drove round, dropped rear seats and placed what can only be described as the two heaviest flat packed boxes ever into the back of the car. Seeing as we still had some time left on the car park ticket parked up again and wandered about shopping a bit more. I even bought shoes!

Finally got the things back to hers and decided that because of how heavy the main box was to open it in the car and take all the individual bits out to save the both of us doing ourselves a mischief lifting it.

So imagine our utter delight when getting to the bottom of the box of bits that main top of the desk which dictated the size of the sodding box was an odd kind of an 'L' shape with the biggest arsed crack right across it. Just how does my Mother do that? Anything she seems to buy when I am involved in picking it up is always bloody broken! I spend so much time taking stuff back by the time she has a finished article its cost her bugger all for the item and me 4 times in diesel... FFS
I got on the phone to the store, explained the problem and they were superb saying if I could bring back just the top they would exchange it for one that wasn't fucked. Great. It was then Mum found another bit that was damaged so slung that in the car as well to go get it changed.
Drove back into Norwich again through all the school run traffic... exchanged the bits and went back to mums again. *phew*

Then there was the "signed for" parcel she had been expecting to be delivered that day as well. Seeing as they hadn't arrived with it by noon, I told her we would slap a note on the door asking to get next door to sign it. Oddly this worked and mumsie collected parcel from next doors and opened it but looked rather bemused. The item we, (I say 'we' here as this was one of the things she didn't want to do herself Monday so I ordered it on the phone for her) we had been sent was not the item we had wanted, so on the phone I go again being told that 'management team' would call me back ref the problem. OK then.

Finally came home again, had only had enough time to light the fire and open my post to find a bloody letter from the DWP ref my employment at the logistics company in May/June and lots of questions as to why I left to validate my claim for job seekers allowance. This was because I was working for a bitch from hell but obviously need to word that ever so slightly differently. I took it all in my stride, wrote them a lovely reply explaining the situation with the hound from hell boss, answering all of their questions and hopefully getting them off my case and onto hers. (Oh, I do hope so as there is one woman really in need of a reality check)

Then I get the 'Managment Office' of said company sending out the wrong stuff on the phone. He was great bless him, apologised and stated we were not the first it seems to have had this problem and if it was ok would ring me back Monday to arrange getting us the right item (and considering this was at 5:30 on a Friday just getting the phone call was a surprise)

Feeling a bit brain dead by then and in comes 'his nibs' looking somewhat flustered and rushing about like a bloody Tasmanian devil. Turns out he has a scouts test tonight and tomorrow which will decide his future & passing out with the RAF and here he was desperately trying to find all his kit needed for said couple of days of which is strewn in my living room in various rucksacks and bags all over the shop due to his moving house. Fortunately I had actually washed all his camo' kit the day before so at least that was an easy one to sort out. Now this is the thing I mentioned earlier - normally the fact that he was seriously 'flapping' & making an absolute mess of my house would have sent me into a neurotic mental frenzy but all I did was make us both a cup of tea, sat back and watched him going daft, which made me laugh like a bloody train. Laughing so much in fact he even came and tickled me to buggery for taking the piss before he left. That'll teach me :)

So with all that and a handful of stuff that I should have done today but didn't due to lack of time and now energy, I sit here in bed, tired but accomplished, knowing that the reason for my calm state is that I am very much my Dad's girl still and for that reason alone I am very thankful.

The final dodgy past milestone has gone.

With the words of Marmite "you dont have a job, get your fucking house done" ringing in my ears, this morning after sorting out all the stuff I had advertised on freecycle to start clearing out got the tools in and started on the bathroom floor.

The reason for the title of today's blog was due to one of my somewhat more so of a tosser ex boyfriends who did, must be said drop some absolute clangers when it comes to, well me.

But without going into the whole story of which I have probably moaned about before this one involves the illusive David Green and his utter whining when it came to what went on the bathroom floor. I have always been a great believer that you should NEVER have carpet in a bathroom for hygiene purposes. Yes, if I am honest its probably a girl thing, because we don't piss on the floor round a toilet but inevitably end up trying to clean it after the males have been living or visited there. So imagine my utter delight when after I had gained a new bathroom suite thanks to this bloody idiot it then went into overdrive about having a sodding carpet in there and not something 'cleanable'.

Now I don't know why I agreed, maybe I didn't seeing as that's how the bathroom came about anyway but to save hearing this dulcet tone I gave in and fitted a dark blue carpet.

Now considering its been a good three or so years since I slung out said 'David Green', the carpet has faired rather well. But thinking about it, there hadn't been much 'male' influence living here and to be honest 'his nibs' who has now been frequenting around these parts for approximately a year has never once ever needed to even had any conversation ref cleanliness as he has been taught well. So seeing as I had bought the replacement flooring probably over a year ago but had never made the effort to get off ones arse and fit it, with Marmite's conversation as well, figured 'fuck it, time to ditch that bloody carpet.'

So today the carpet has been rolled up and gone in the shed, (going to be used as weed suppressant later) new floor is now down and I really do feel like the final door of the irritation of David Green has finally disappeared, as if by magic.

Funny how just getting things done like that can make your outlook on life and mind that little bit less 'cluttered'

Guilty as charged m'lud

Yesterday turned out to be quite a hectic day all told.

First there was the ritual JSA meeting in which I finally managed to actually see my 'own' advisor (the first time I might add so that didn't take too long NOT) All went well and he was happy that I was one of the few who don't go in there and lie and do actually actively look for a job. I will have to learn soon I guess.

So after that on picking up mad labrador from Mums was conned into yet another few chores of which she is very capable of doing herself but obviously having a retraction into "socially incompetent" moment bless her. Finished those, toddled back home and sat with my cup of tea thinking what sort of mischief I could get up to for the rest of the day.

Then the phone rang, 'his nibs' out trucking and trying to get stuff sorted before the boys move house Friday. Fair enough, I can cope with being a PA to a short one :)
It was during this phone call it was decided that lots of his crap - nope sorry 'stuff' could be stored here in the shed until they decided exactly what they were doing with it all.

That then helped me made the decision I would clean out said shed so he could actually get stuff in there (which would help!) So promptly donned grubby clothes and sorted it out big stylie. Managed to de clutter it of one huge quite useless unit, place my Dad's old workbench into a more usable place, shuftied the garden furniture back in for winter and secured my bike as well. Yes still need to do a couple of bits and bobs like get some more shelving but that will come as and when.

Finished that around 6pm then remembered I would be attending the local neighbourhood watch meeting in 't village hall to try to help out Christine up the road getting it all up and running again. Yes, its official I am now a validated nosey bastard! Hoorah! Dear God I need a job.

Finally came back home at 9:30 bloody knackered from my days antics and pretty much went straight to bed and asleep. Only to be woken at 2am but lovely period pains from hell. FFS!
As per the book, tablets taken and back to bed she toddles.

So now its today, I have been busy trying to get in touch with people who might have some work for me, drinking tea, whining about my guts aching to the dog - who in all fairness doesn't care, phoned to cancel an interview in Birmingham tomorrow with a company who wouldn't even tell me how much their training is on the phone, great ploy that to get people to work there - NOT and about to go and chop up the units I removed from the shed yesterday. I might also hoover out the car today as well seeing as I will be toddling down to Stansted soon to collect Marmite for a fleeting visit.

Hmmm think I shall have a cup of tea first.