Home again and all's well.

It's taken some time to get back into the 'swing of things' since returning home Saturday.

Not really having paid attention to the computer since my return am, awash with emails I need to deal with, have mad uncle still in the country needing to go shopping today and once again my home has been invaded by the "stoned gremlin" who comes in, chills right down then sprays every room with mess, like dirty plates, frying pans, crisps & sweeties in every direction. This can be dealt with later as I just don't have the energy of inclination to sort it all out right now.

So Christmas at big sisters was great, the biggest surprise being 'his nib's turning up out of the blue Boxing day which I was hoping for but didn't really expect. Made my Christmas that :)

Also a couple of 'incidents' of which one being my brother in law having a bit of a bad turn due to cake and as described by 'nibs' "proper stoned that boy" Pretty sure it annoyed sister as she didn't have too much and gave us giggling gits still downstairs very dirty looks whilst she was up to him in bed pandering to his every whim when in fact he just had a bit too much. Well hopefully he will realise he does have limits then.
Then just to top it off, the Saturday just before we left brother in law decided to burn some music off his iTunes for uncle Marmite so to save fucking about Marmite and I decided it would be quicker to just copy the whole directory onto my hard drive so he could pick and choose what he wanted. Brother in law went a bit loopy at this point, chucking a right flid of which both uncle and I found highly amusing even though we did stop to make sure he didn't just pop right there and then.

At this point I did explain that they could have a complete copy of my iTunes as well which dioes actually have more on it but alas the damage was done and once again we went back to wasting his disks burning stuff instead. He must have felt bad for reacting like that as apologised as we were getting in the car to leave which just made me laugh even more as I hadn't realised just how much he had flipped his lid.

Then there was The fact that saturday was Dief's 11th birthday and the poor little bugger spent most of it in the car coming home... not to worry, she got a nice big dinner when we did get there and by christ is that wee daeg knackered!

So Sunday seeing as Marmite (staying at Mothers) demanded once again another turkey 'Christmas' dinner decided that seeing as 'nib's never got to actually have a turkey roast at his waifes and strays crimbo could partake as well. We toddled round, ate, played poker then came home again ready to spend the rest of the day in bed waiting for Top Gear to appear on the telly. A nice chilled day all told.

So today, like an idiot I have awoken when nibs went to work (04:16) couldn't get back to sleep and have been updating ones life online... and now need to get arse into gear to take the family into the city for a bit of a shop.... remembering at some point to come home and clean up after the attack of the gremlin... looks like a shit tip.

Now that's just not fair...

I will always admit it and Widge can hold testimony to this that I am when it boils down to it quite a light weight.

I like my bed & sleep and when body decides enough is enough, nothing apart from electric shock therapy will keep me awake.

So imagine my utter delight (not) when my Mother and Uncle have both toddled off upstairs for a bloody nap at 7:30 pm - That's just bloody wrong that.

Ok so maybe it could be due to a certain amount of cake which has been polished off now but even so? This early?

Hmmmm might just have to sulk for a bit :P

The day of merry

All in all, the christmas experience here at Horsley Hall so far has been wonderful.

We all had the ritual breakfast before opening pressies (if nothing else to irritate Mumsie Banks who has now regressed back to around aged 10 wanting to open them at midnight bless her)
The pressie opening was fun. Only problem was we did it in the front living room of which my somewhat daft black labrador with her irrational fear of wooden floors these days thanks to Mr rasberry did need a bit of encouragement and a rather superhuman Mum picking her up and carrying her through - which has it seems twinged my back slightly... bugger.

All pressies were grand, thanks to the complete credit crunching family members of which many were personalised 'creative' gifts one being a calendar made by big sis with loads of family photos of which I will treasure through the year.

So now we come to my 'peaceful' time of the day. The hoard have all toddled off to have a nice long walk in the countryside with Moose my sisters dog and me being a tired shit who really doesn't 'do' walking and my soppy balck lab who has so many painful bits ends up hurting more are here in a wonderfully quite house with time to just sit back and reflect on how nice it's been so far.

I have enjoyed a nice cup of tea, and confess I have just stuffed a weeny bit of cake and now whilst keeping an eye on the turkey in the oven have sat here and had a little think about stuff before they all come back.

Yep, first Christmas without Dad has been slightly sad but we did bring him down here in his tub, have slapped a santa hat on him and he's sitting pride of place next to the tree. He awlays loved christmas so couldn't do all this witout him here as mad as it may sound!
I think he would have liked to have done this here but alas was never to be.

Then there is 'his nib's' who couldn't make it here due to work, who is having a "waifes and strays" christmas at his. Turkey curry all round (apart from the veggies of course) and hopefully he will enjoy his christmas too...

So yes, I miss Dad, I also miss 'nib's' and the clan have just returned so time to start drinking again me thinks!

Hope you all have a fantastic Christmas whoever, wherever you are and always remember...

Squirrels are for life, not just for christmas

Don't you just love cake ;P

Oh, here we go.....

Ladies and Gentlemen.....

I would like to welcome you all to the beginning of the "THE HOLIDAYS"
*insert evil Vincent Price laugh here*

No, only joking :)

Actually so far it's been pretty good. The trip to pick up relatives at Luton Airport on the way to Oxfordshire went very well, apart from my ability to be full of snot and sneezing at the most inopportune moment of approaching some bends in the road when it is dark. I was however fully in control, I don't think the other occupants of the car agree as I'm sure I saw one hanging on for dear life to the door handle - heh heh.

We are already "one man down" which is a bastard. Marmite's other half has come down with a lurgy also and wasn't up to travelling over which even though disappointing gave me a mini sigh of relief due to just how little room there was in the car even with new roof box after Mumsie Banks had packed everything not nailed down in Norwich.

So after a long old drive - Norwich Via Luton then onto Banbury we arrive just before 11pm, somewhat tired and dishevelled granted but fantastic to see Horsley's again and Db very pleased to see cousin Moose too bless'em.

So now after knowing I had a long day yesterday, went to bed after midnight (don't look so shocked Widge, I was driving so had to stay awake lol) What on earth is wrong with this picture? I am up at 07:30... actually I awoke at 6.

I can only put it down to the heating kicking in here and being set to "furnace from hell"
Lets just say that being in one of the top two rooms and the fact the radiator was set to "scald" it's no surprise I woke up. So I've dutifully been down to let Dief out for a wee, popped out myself for a fag come back up to bed so as not to wake everyone else up taken a couple of sudafed for my snotty situation and fished laptop out of the rucksack for a bit of a smurf, oh that and turned the fucking radiator off in this room!

But alas now once again I need to get up... for sodding water. Typical.
Not to worry can have another fag whilst down there :P

It's life Jim, but not as we know it....

I'm kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place at this very moment. Also judging by the time and how awake I am right now I can only assume I am in fact harbouring some sort of lurgy which is indeed now starting to manifest out of said body instead of being all in and hidden away...

The predicament I have is I have a 'nib's' asleep in bed and doing a 5am start who's phone rang half an hour ago with a wrong number, of which if it hadn't woken me probably would not have been a problem.
Then I have Widge, asleep in the living room staying for the weekend but going home today of which has been fun...

The problem lies in the fact that I woke up running a temperature. Sweat running off me, have been to the loo, escaped into the spare room with cold wet flannel round my neck desperately trying to cool myself down. Under normal circumstances in these situations so as not to disturb 'nibs' would have toddled off to kip in the living room where I could let myself freeze ones tits off to my hearts delight but with company am predominantly scuppered.

So here I sit, on the computer, now having a sneezing fit to boot, boiling hot and thinking I could really do with going and sitting outside in the garden for ten minutes to cool down and that's just not right.

How will I overcome this weeny trauma?

Fucked if I know but will make for an interesting time travelling down to big sisters for Christmas Tuesday if I am now full of lurgy. NOT.

Oh well, will give me something different to moan about for a change!

That makes a refreshing change...

Isn't it nice when things actually give you that fluffy feeling of "ohhh yes" at the end of the day.

Today, in the bitterly cold, I dragged my skinny arse out into the back garden with all the surveying kit to test it all out, make sure it was still working and within tolerance levels.

That was not my biggest concern, it was quite a large one seeing as I am off to do a minor 'consultancy' job tomorrow but not the biggest worry... that actually was;

I haven't done this shit in about two years, would I even remember how the fuck to do it?

Evidently I surprised myself and it all came flooding back. Checked everything and all is well in the world of kit, just need to make sure in future I actually charge up all the batteries first next time... twat.

So now I can sit back, chill and await the return of 'nibs' who has been having the worst day bless him. Will get the whole tale of woe when he gets in.

Thinking I might just have a vodka this evening as well...

yummy

Fuck me it's Wednesday already!

Where the chuffing hell has this week gone? Has one of you crafty little buggers stolen it?

Either way it's been quite a good one. Mondays peaceful evening turned out to be me knackered and having an early night, after a day of running around like a complete loon for Mumsie Banks and her amazing addiction to CCTV systems and acquiring TV's & videos via freecycle.
I have finally bitten the bullet and actually told her off now stating it's really started to be obsessive and ridiculous. That then turned into a phone call of abuse, dragging up stuff which really shouldn't have been mentioned by herself and me pretty much fuming for 24 hours.

I was on Tuesday going to have a little chat reference this, making sure she really should stop and think about what is about to spill from her mouth sometimes as she can really be quite hurtful but after going round there to drop dog off before toddling off to the job centre figured I would just be wasting my breath and didn't bother.

Talking of job centre - this was my penultimate week and to say I really don't have to try too hard is great. Oddly I do still have to job search for anything temporary, however on explaining that no one really wants to take someone on for two weeks of which when they do a job search on the system it also comes up with nowt then it pretty much clarified it for me. So just filling in my little book that I am looking and that seems to suffice. (Or as the lass put it 'going through the motions')

The fact there is only one week left is grand. Boost's ones level of confidence I can tell you.

So today I need to get in the garden, check all my kit over and pretty much sort myself out for a little jaunt to Swaffham tomorrow. Nothing exciting just in an advisory capacity - then ready for the next arrival of Widge for a weekend of which I can't wait.

:)

Entertainment at it's best

I wasn't really in tip top enough condition yesterday to warrent a decent enough blog - pretty much due to alcohol and the fact that I was rather stoned. Now I talk utter bollocks when all A1 so didn't want to put you all through the hell of having to put up with my waffeling when somewhat off my tits.
When in truth, I didn't get on the computer because I couldn't remember my password, or my name for that matter :P

So Saturday night was fun. Meeting up with Mark & Nicky earlier managed to get sufficiently drunk before arriving for the meal just down the road also having been a weeny bit "caked" before we left really did set the mood for the evening.

Obviously the evil woman was making a point of 'trying to look polite' in front of the whole audience by digging me in the ribs and saying hello just after we arrived, she did however completely ignore 'his nibs' I was polite, said hi, how are you? in return... oddly got no answer. There were enough people there to allow for her to sit as far a physically possible from us, so we made sure we sat right in the middle of the 'L' shaped table so as to annoy.

The food was 'interesting' no, actually in all honestly it was rubbish and pretty much everyone agreed. But there were two highlights of the evening for me. One of which being, on two occasions when I went out for a fag I was followed outside by snippets of drivers who were asking why I left, seems she didn't share that little snippet of info with everyone then...

But the classic of the evening was at 9pm when she popped upstairs into the main pub from the eating area and came back down with a bloke. Don't get me wrong, he probably could be a very nice looking guy but judging by the state of his face had recently been in a bit of a scuffle and hadn't faired too well. She then proceeded to sit this guy down at her end of the table, sit on his lap and pretty much slobber over him for god knows how long. This was quite amusing to me and Nicky sitting there chatting, Nicky had mentioned something about 'letting standards slip' and I'd answered with something like "well you've got to expect the boy to slum it once in a while" - we promptly sat there wetting ourselves for ages...

But then came the funniest bit of news I had heard in a long time whilst outside having another fag.... I was informed that this chap was in fact someone she had met online on facebook... this was their first meeting... oh dear god did I laugh.

On that note 'nib's' and I toddled off home.

Great night :P

Cat amongst the pigeons? I should say so...

Sometimes I am very mean. I really do have quite a gift of being able to wind people up in the subtlest of ways sometimes which is second to none. Today's antic will be no exception.

Remember months back I was moaning about the logistics company I ended up leaving, because of in particular the boss woman who was a complete cow? Well I'm thinking today that she might just shit herself good and proper.

Bearing in mind 'his nibs' still works for them (and technically her) and the fact that since I left she has really tried her hardest to make his life a bloody misery, he was intrigued by the usual talk of their Christmas meal as organised by 'Ms Bitch'.

So knowing what a complete sod it would be he's invited me... and told her so. How funny is this going to be?

I'm guessing news travels fast still round the drivers because all of them had asked in passing to 'nibs' as to if it was true and of course being him he is quite honest.
Especially seeing as since the bitch woman from hell has been aware of my attendance she has decided to announce that at 9pm she has another "prior engagement" she will have to attend and leave. My arse, she just knows that she's in the wrong and possibly just cacking it.

The best part? I really don't have any malice towards this woman now, that was the past, it's all done dusted and I for one have no intention of talking shop to anyone there as it's a night for merriment, laughs and general enjoyment. Not work stuff or arguments.

But I'm guessing she is under the impression that I am going to make her evening hell. But knowing it will annoy her more, will be polite, courteous and friendly just to see how quickly she will crack....

I sure as shit will enjoy it, as I haven't seen any of the other drivers since I left and they really are a great bunch of lads and it will be fantastic to see them all again.

Roll on tonight.... heh heh.

Aaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnd relax.

Kin' hell. I am so looking forward to actually sitting down and having a rest tonight.

Being the crafty sod that I am, 'nib's' is at his home tonight, daft labrador is all fed up and pretty much snoring her head off already, and all an sundry needed doing today was completed an hour ago... hooo fucking rah!

Which now means I can sit back, pour myself a vodka and generally enjoy a night of peace, quiet and shit telly. Lovely!

Not a bad day today if not hectic. Lots of ebay stuff to post which in true "Heidi stylie" I managed to once again create a mahussive queue with how long I was in there - (heh heh, revenge that!)

Then just needed to get some stuff to the local tip for Mumsie Banks - (this was stuff they wouldn't take in the skip I might add) and finally get the latest copy of "combat and survival" magazine for boy scout of which is technically a crimbo pressie as Mumsie has bought him a subscription to it for a year.

Other than that, Christmas cards were all posted today - brace yourselves people... incoming! The final of the pressies I needed to get are now bought, wrapped and ready to go... and bugger me have I managed to catch up with my sister as to getting her and her hubby's pressie sorted as well? ohhh yes. Get in!

So now the brain is frazzled, the body is tired and very much in need of a good old fashioned "sit on your arse and do fuck all" night.

Perfect :)

I am in shock....

Considering it's only 2pm:

The shed is done,
The skip has been filled and taken away already,
I have packed up all the ebay shit finishing tonight ready to post tomorrow,
The Futon from my spare room which I have sold (oddly to someone who cannot collect themselves) is in the car ready to deliver tomorrow as well.
And the washing mound has been started.

So now all I have to do this afternoon is have a soak in the bath (yes, still aching like a git) might have a snack then get ready for a call from my big sister.

To say I'm knackered is an understatement, however I do feel very accomplished and proud of myself knowing as unfit, falling to bits that I can still 'do it'.

Hmmm wondering if I should have a nap this afternoon like the old fart that I really am...or should be...

The thought was good but I am after all an idiot...

Knowing I had a shitload of new kit and equipment for the new job screaming at me from inside the house and taking up room, I decided enough was enough and ordered some 'dogs bollocks' shelving/ racking to store said stuff in the shed.
These arrived Tuesday when I was out and on returning just after noon like a complete and utter numpty I donned work boots and made a start on emptying the shed to stick the new stuff in to allow me to store everything in there as a shed come workshop specific for work kit. A good theory but I am paying for it now.

By the time 'nibs' got home the shed was virtually empty the new racking was going up and in and knowing he had been at work since 3am, sent him indoors to relax.
By 5pm it had hailed, rained and pretty much anything else nasty weather wise all over anything sitting outside. I finally slapped everything back in needing to be secured and gave up. My back was a little bit sore from lifting & moving shite about but nothing a bath and bed wouldn't sort.
Then yesterday, knowing it was still not exactly sorted as I wanted it in there went out again reshuffled to a state that was useful, manageable and was quite ruthless in actually deciding what was staying in there and what was going.
Only bad point there was before I went out and did all that, sat here checking my email as per usual and I had the worst muscle spasm from right between my shoulder blades right round under my arms to under my boobs... ouch! Wound a couple of painkillers into me then went out and completed the shed sort.

After completing that in the afternoon, back was still a bit 'twingie' but nothing major so came in and decided to bite the bullet and order a skip for today to get rid of all the crap I have now sitting out in my garden.

Considering 'nibs' is still on 3am starts, he tends to go to bed by 8pm, and me normally being a lazy twat tend to join him. And, as a rule I fall asleep as well, see him go off at 02:30, go back to bed and sleep through till about 06:30.
Not last night. He dozed off, snoring like a train :) - I watched a couple of hours of TV. Then realising I wasn't going to be able to sleep just yet and I was fidgeting like a good'un, so didn't want to wake him, got up went into the living room, straightened my hair, had a fag, watched a bit more TV, poked the fire about a bit then I'm guessing I must have fallen asleep on the sofa at around midnight.

So now I have been awake since 5am (probably due to I normally get too much bloody sleep!) I am dressed and already dosed up with painkillers to allow me to actually move today and fill up the skip that's coming.

So what else could go wrong? Well just in case the back pain and aching joints were not enough, my sodding monthlies just kicked in as well. Something is out to kill me off I am sure!
Oh well, hopefully the painkillers will deal with that as well!

Hanging in there - falling to bits but still smiling even if there are a few "ohhh owwww's" in between!

And just in case you thought that was all a bit too emotional...

... and would like to hear something funny:

I am currently selling a broken... yes BROKEN TV on ebay and someone's bid on it...

How funny is that!

A year in thought.

Tali will recognise this... we have done it quite often over the years but in varying formats depending on whatever web page we are currently playing on at the time...


Ok, so the year isn't quite over yet but after the weekend I have just had wanted to bring it forward slightly if nothing else so I don't forget to post something! Also it's give me the chance to get the final moans about the year out of my system and 'fingers crossed' stop me bitching about it.

As you will know, most of 2008 has been utter pants for me. Which is rather annoying but these things happen and life does go on.
Granted most of it has been because of the loss of Dad back in March but with that brought famine, drought, mass carnage and generally the worst I have ever felt in my life. Hmmm, OK maybe not quite as many things as that but you get the drift, it was really fucking shite.

However I will say it has also brought out something in me I never thought I had that much of, an inner strength that can never be defeated. Yes, people who actually know me are aware of my 'outside persona' to the world of being all confident, the big I am, right smart arse and generally rather opinionated which, handy as it is, like most people is a complete and utter load of tosh. The real me, which some of you do get to see on rare occasions is quite quiet, doesn't like too much fuss and could really do with slightly less aggravation in my life to be honest.

Looking back, I really am quite surprised that over the past 9 months I haven't completely flipped my lid. Granted, felt quite close but didn't completely lose it with dramatic style, stripping off and running round Sainsbury's like a loon shouting some random gibberish.

This I can only put down to some people in my life who for one; accept me for who I am, two; understand that I do try my hardest but sometimes need to accept that however hard I try you just cant win. Three; Help me through what are the worst times, not necessarily by being close by but by just the kindest words, just when you need them. For this I am so thankful and this year you don't know just how much I appreciate that.

Obviously there are those who are close by, namely my family, who I have come to love that much more during this time. (yes sometimes they can still annoy the living biscuit out of me but then I probably drive them round the bend in return also)
Then there is 'his nibs' who actually finally admitted to me yesterday that we are in fact in a relationship, which was nice. He's really been a rock for me during the shit fight months and for that Thank you. Your a star.
But then there are my other friends. Some are local, know me very well (enough to know that you keep your distance on occasion) but just keep informed of how insane you currently are and advise accordingly... Thanks Ty.
Friends who live a bit further out who surprise you just as to how much they do care with the smallest sentiment such as a 'nun-chuck' right when you need it and superb company when toddling off to a car show miles away... Thanks Widge.
Friends who live fucking thousands of miles away but still take the time out of their busy music filled schedule to make sure you are in fact still the daft bat who get's drunk & climbs trees in the middle of a Texas town just to get some sodding Mardi Gras beads...Thanks Tali.

Also the friends all over the world, some of which I have met, some I haven't who even though they might not actually realise it but with their small effort of just keeping in contact and checking to see how I have been doing, really has stopped me turning into a complete parsnip.

This is exactly why I like this world. You meet fantastic people who you never expect could turn out to be the most wonderful friends and wherever they are, they are there for you. Can't go wrong with that.

Thankful? I should say so. I probably would be here if it wasn't for all of you (meaning in the sense that I could have been locked up somewhere with padded walls drooling)

You all mean the world to me, however you have been in contact and may it go on for many years without any of you feeling the urge to stick a double-barrelled shotgun up my arse for being such a whiny arsed shit on occasion.

Thank you all, I might not say it often but when I do, I tend to go on a bit.

A day of sorting out tat....

I utilised the fact that the house was clean today and spent the day on the computer - no, not playing poker, but actually sorting out my outlook contacts including updating them to my phone, sorting through old survey files that can be ditched and generally filing shite of which I should have done a long time ago.

I certainly feel better for having done it but it does have a down side. Mainly because I have been sitting on my arse all days my legs are aching, then I have a screaming headache now due to far too many fags and also looking at a screen to long.

Good thing is 'his nibs' is staying round his tonight, so if nothing else after I have done this little drivel of bollocks I can go snuggle ones arse up in bed with daft labrador, slap the TV on sleep timer and within 15 mins, snoring like a train.

All I need to do tomorrow is check all my kit works I suppose!

Nighty night all.

Kin' wars.... it's getting better....

Latest update:
Bungalow is now spotless, all washing done apart from a few pair of pants needing to be put away, rubbish is outside the front door ready to go in the bins (going to wait for the rain to stop before I attempt that one) and I had a rather funny phone call....

Bearing in mind my little rant the other day reference the piss poor appointment problem at the job centre the other week. As I put in a complaint, in the proper format and as annoyed as I was it was very polite as well, this poor girl rang me today with regards to it.

I don't do ranting on the phone to people because 1, it never gets you anywhere, 2, you never really feel any better for it and chances are the fucker will hang up on you the moment you even mutter a hint of calling them a cunt :)

So, trying to resolve the issue, I had in my complaint said I would like reimbursement for my time wasted and extra parking fees gained due to their incompetence. I didn't really expect to get chuff all but maybe an apology if I was lucky but she has surprised me. Nothing for time of course but they are going to refund me my parking tickets when I next go in Tuesday... bwahahahahahahaha.

So now the house is clean, I have just sunk yet another cup of tea (had a few too many today me thinks) still uploading his CD's as I go and now going to have a soak in the bath then relax for the rest of the day and probably make some really useless lists for me to get my arse into gear for going back to work again.

Hoorah :)

Well bugger me.

Evidently the whole kit and kaboodle of shit I have been through this year will 'ironically' end on January 1st 2009.

As of next year I will be officially working for a surveying company, doing the one thing that over the years of my expansive and random past I did for the longest of 7 years. And the only reason I left because they took the piss without me doing surveying so much and other tat instead.

Granted it's only starting out doing two guaranteed days a week but that's enough to stop me having to claim job seekers allowance and any work I bring into the company should make up the difference (of which people seem to be throwing at me currently!)

So yesterday I was, it must be said, somewhat chuffed and finally starting to feel that not everything was as bad as it had currently seeming to be.

So chuffed in fact, today I got up when 'his nibs' went to work (05:30 start) and have progressed to completely annoy my neighbours but slapping on the dishwasher, cleaning the kitchen, worked my way through the living room (whilst also starting up the wood burner as it's blowing a bleedin' hoolie out there) since then attached the new filter box to the incoming BT box to see if that will allow my new fax machine to work without knocking out the broadband and now currently half way through sorting out my spare room / office so as to make it 'work from homeable" Granted I have just stopped for a quick cup of tea as in all fairness I am knackered!

So now, tea has been gutsed, I am also uploading all of 'nib's' cd's onto his laptop so he can sell them and I am considering what is next.

Hmmm might just pop into the loft and find up all my surveying books :)

Life is good.... and about fucking time too if you ask me.

My head hurts

It's been a funny ole' week. It's been quite busy as things go, driving 100 miles to a site to quote for a surveying job, ordering expensive bits for equipment that doesnt even belong to me and generally spending today catching up on all my paperwork to ready me for tomorrows brain drain at the DWP again.

I think you can safely say that over the weekend I decided enough was enough and had enough cake Friday Night & Saturday to knock me for six and render me useless right up until 3pm Sunday when I needed to go out and visit someone I haven't seen for a long time (Bad Heidi)

So here's how the land is lying of late: well if I can make sense of it anyways.
It's looking like I might just be setting myself up as a land surveyor again, this time however with the benefits of working for an existing company in Norwich. With me helping him bringing in work and any work he doesn't want to do it could work out rather well.
And just in case that doesn't pan out I've also still been applying for other stuff too.

I would say I am feeling very chipper about it all but currently I have a house absolutely full of crap, of which I really do need to get off my arse and sort out but with 'his nibs' crap also lying about there really isn't anywhere to actually put it all.

So I have been procrastinating today something chronic and do feel very guilty about it but still can't seem to be able to shift my arse and decide what I start on first.

Maybe I'll have another cup of tea and think about it some more.