Evening all.

As with the most things with life, in the last 2 months it's done that whole 360 degree spin you round so quick you wonder how the hell you land on your feet and not your arse *pun intended*

I'm actually still trying to get my head round the events of today, so please excuse if this seems to be quite erratic and here and there.

Its just how my head is right now.

So for the past 4 weeks we have had hardly any work in. Not that this would normally be an issue, but with Legs being out of work for a short while, the MRI scan on his back showing that he is in fact quite broken, one result as advised from his doctor that he really shouldn't be driving trucks for a living as it's just going to break him more... not good really.

Today however he went for an interview for (yes I know) a driving job, but a job all the same and got it. 

The good thing is it's not horrendous long hours and it's actually nights so fingers crossed will get him out of his weird not sleeping pattern and in breaks give him the opportunity to do the qualifications he will need to actually get himself out of the driving game for good before his body gives up on him.

I am proud of the fact he is still trying his hardest to keep us afloat.

Then there is me.... little ole' me. Land surveyor to the stars *ok, not really* 

Friday I sent my CV to a company advertising for a CAD operative. The money was just a bit more than what I am getting now but the hours were more stable, so figured... No work basic land surveying or CAD work which pays and has potential for me to improve myself.

Looks like it has a bit more potential than I thought.

I was telephoned on Sunday by the company, asking if I could come in for an "informal chat" So knowing we had no work, arranged today 10:30. Went in, had a grand hour long chat with the guy who called & the Chief Exec of the company and didnt get the job I initially applied for. 

Bugger.

On the plus side, they actually 'created' a BETTER job, more money and pretty much said "when can you start then?" I even had to come up with a bloody title for it!

Fucking hell, not often that happens.

So, to say that I am actually ever so slightly chuffed is an understatement.

Proud as punch of the legs for working through pain - just to work bless him and for me getting a job I can get my teeth into again.

Added bonus? Getting to hand in my notice to Mr Boss Man.

Heh

March - bit of a bugger of a month so far

Ok, so I knew this month would be a bit of a pisser. But there are some things in life that will always make you smile or cry. Tis' the way. 

Loosing Db on the 2nd was a truly monumental shit. We have all missed her so much. Little legs and myself with the subtle things, no head looking through the cat flap when arriving home. No furry sitting there waiting for food when cooking. The worst part being just how quiet it has been without her here. Even the cat has been looking for her poor little sod.

I do struggle with if I made the right decision. I know I did but it does still hurt terribly.

Then my nice little van decided to drop its clutch this week. £400 notes gone. Bloody thing is going to get a complete slap soon if it doesn't start behaving soon.

So, to cheer me up I finally went on my first jolly on the greenie meanie since we got it.

Not a problem, toddled round Mum's, back to the bike shop to get a trickle charger for it, came back home and that's when the fun started.

I pulled up outside the house & for some strange reason I must have decided not to bother putting my right foot down and the next thing I know, I am flailing around on the floor like a trapped clam with my leg trapped under 200kilos of bike after "rolling" sideways and smacking my head (in helmet obviously) rather hard on the asphalt when I went down.

Not best pleased about this fact anyway but seeing my 'moved in last week' neighbours standing staring at me flailing then promptly walking off really didn't do me any favours.

I finally managed to free my right leg, got up, picked up the bike again & went indoors to compose myself again.

Had a quick check over the bike - which was thankfully not that badly damaged, just a few scuffs & war wounds. Wasn't until I actually looked at the helmet that I realised just how hard my bonce had hit the floor.

Evidently, over the next couple of hours I started to become somewhat dizzy, blurred vision and ever so slightly 'not quite right in the head' So by 8PM OH had trundled me off to A&E for a better to be safe than sorry head check.

It seems I do still have a head, the helmet certainly did its job well. There is no guarantee the contents of my head ARE correct but that's  mainly due to the fact that it really wasn't that right in the first place. The only saving grace I have is the fact that this morning, my 37th birthday, I awoke with a very stiff neck thanks to a weeny bit of whiplash. Mild concussion & my Mum lovingly sending me a text at 6am to wish me a happy birthday.

I can also safely say that the asphalt outside our house is REALLY fucking hard. 

Thank you Norfolk County Council.

So there we go. I am now 37, have a screw loose thanks to wapping my head on the floor and thankfully have a fantastic Little legs to see my by through my daftness.

Thank you hon 

I love you loads 

x

Today, I will mostly be heart broken.

That is all.

24 hours is a long ole' time....

... but I for one am appreciating every moment of it.

As we had planned, we went to pick up the "Greenie Meanie" motorbike this morning. It's always hard to be bright and cheerful even when doing something as amazing as getting your first bike.

I really didn't feel in the right frame of mind to be riding a bike, so asked Littlelegs if he wouldn't mind scooting the Yammi up there and riding the Hornet home again. Actually, this was how I wanted to collect it because I've technically test driven a Hornet loads of time in essence, having done all my training on one so was really quite keen to see what the lad thought of it.

Turns out he was very pleasantly surprised with the meanie, of which also makes me very happy.

Then, the intention was to call the vets and make an appointment this afternoon for the big sleep. As I drove to get the bike, decided to pop into the vets on the way back home if nothing else for a little chat, only to be told that Alan the vet she normally sees, wasn't actually in today so giving my dafty puppy a 24 hour reprise. 

So both myself & little legs are making the most of the extra 24 hours she's gained (not that she still isn't coughing like a loon and such like) but still a few more hours of silly buggers with Mummy & Daddy.

OK this will be my last internet update for a few days for obvious reasons.

Many thanks to those of you who have already been sending messages of support. Very much appreciated.

Take care all, will be back soon.

Bugger.

I've decided to post this tonight, before tomorrow which is going to turn out to be the most heartbreaking day of my life.

Don't get me wrong, March 1st 'was' going to be one of the most stupendous days of my life. We are going to pick up a brand spanking new motorbike for myself, nicknamed "Greenie meanie" This I was very much looking forward to. Unfortunately it has now been over shadowed buy another thing that will now be happening which is going to knock me for six however I try to cope with it.

Seems Diefenbaker the daft black lab has been developing some quite evil type rasping symptoms over the past two months. She's done well bless her. A long on stint on antibiotics & daily anti inflammatory tabs for everything else she has which has been progressively falling to bits, to hang in there as long as this has surprised me, especially how even though she is getting uncomfortable, the tail still wags and she tries her hardest to still be the big puppy that she always has been. 

So tomorrow afternoon, with a very heavy heart we are going to have to take her into the vets to have her put to sleep. I've been blubbing today every time I think of it, she's been at Nanny day care today of which knowing it was for the last time she was in bits when I went to pick her up after work, set me off again.

It's that same thing I went through with Schmoo back in September - only this time my baby, puppy, companion for thirteen years who has done nothing but had me in utter stitches with her daftness will be going. 

Its gonna kill me.

Happy with my wash....

Yep, I think today can safely go into the "Fucking superb" category of those little tick boxes of life.

Today, 1st February 2011 I gained my motorbike license and by god am I chuffed.

Been through all the tat that is need to acquire one these days including today, which was the MOD2 test... the road ride with instructor.

It went well, only had 2 faults one of which was just me being a complete plank, stalling - twice but other than that a clear run. Yes I was also told off once again for not getting up to speed but fuck it, who cares? 

I PASSED!

So here come the general thank you speeches normally partaken in such guff.

Firstly, Thanks to Stuart my instructor. Without you constant whining in my ear I think I could honestly say I could start to hear again soon. And as much as you love shouting GO GO GO!!!! Into my lughole via said radio ala' Murray Walker, as you found, it isn't going to make me go quicker, in fact it just makes me just ignore you all the more. 

BUT for teaching me in the best way to actually drill the bloody stuff in, thanks. You did good you dafty twat. I cannot recommend CJ Ball in Norwich enough for their training, in particular Stuart HOWEVER if you get Matt, watch it, he can be a bit of a monumental grumpy one.

Then and most importantly, much love & thanks to Little legs for actually realising I had potential and being kind enough to actually buy me the lessons as a pressie. It has been the best ever thing anyone has ever given me and for that, also everything else, love you to bits my little short loud one. 

We are both now itching to have our own bike so we can BOTH go out for a jolly & not just me lumped on the back of his.

So as much as I would like to drivel on more, I am actually quite mentally knackered and intend on knocking back this vodka, having a bath then off to bed for a bloody good well deserved kip!

I would also like to point out I will NEVER look anything like the image below:

EVER

Really? It's 2011 already???

OK, so I'm rubbish. Tell me something I DIDN'T know eh?

Finally I have realised that the only way I will actually get off my arse and keep my blog up to date is by adding a link onto my twitter account - which in itself 'encourages' me. 

Yeah, I know, delusional I know but work with me here.

So hello to any twitter peeps who are finding me for the first time. I'm a bit unusual. Get used to it.

So - (she nips back to last blog post to see where I had gotten to)

Ahh yes.

Yep, I had passed my CBT test - for those not in the know this is compulsory basic training for riding a motor bike) Initially my lesson were due to start just before crimbo - which, as stated before the snow, sleet, ice and general nastiness put pay to. A bugger but hey, cant control that fucker now can we?

I decided when I rescheduled them to actually be kinder to my boss - having them on Saturdays not weekdays and so we get to now... 3 weeks later of every Saturday on a 600cc Honda Hornet, with my MOD 1 test this Friday. - being such a daft country the testing for bikes has changed over the last few years and now - *here comes the science bit* we have to do a test within a test centre, consisting of :

Moving the bike whilst its not running. 

A low speed slalom ending with a figure of eight.

A slow speed U-turn.

A rather quick swerve test

An emergency stop.

A slow controlled ride alongside a walking examiner.

All of these things I have now practised quite a few times at an airfield and feel plenty confident enough to get there and absolutely shit a brick. Time will tell.

I will tell you about the MOD 2 bit once I've passed this bugger first.

Other than that, what have I skipped over - oh yes... Christmas!

It was grand, We had Mumsie & uncle Marmite here, as per usual caked up and chilled to the bone.

Just quite relieved Sister decided to spend the day at her new above.

Hmmmmm what else? Do I need to share? Ahhh yes.

Db (the daft black lab) has since christmas developed quite a nasty hacking cough, which we knew from the start wasn't going to be anything innocent for sure. The vets gave her a dose of antibiotics on the hope that it could just be a minor infection. That was a week ago and he's just extended them for another 5 days.

Granted she has improved but I know deep down in my heart this will be the demise of my beloved mental dawg.

But as I have said before in the past, whilst the tails still wagging and she's a happy git, I will make life as comfortable as possible. The moment she's not enjoying life then time for the big injection.

REALLY not looking forward to that, I can tell you.

So other than that - life is good. Little legs is still as daft as ever. (but lovely)

Work is a bane, but when isn't it?

Madness I tell you!