tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25067011703433954282024-02-07T16:30:41.925+00:00Dollyclothespegsusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-86612128592234376102015-03-16T22:18:00.000+00:002015-03-16T22:18:35.359+00:00I like elephants, I do.....<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">these are origami elephants, if you click you might get a better picture.</td></tr>
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This is what my daughter made me for Mother's Day as well as a beautiful painted card.<br />
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It was a pretty good day, better than previous years.<br />
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I'm off early in morning to clean three stables on my own, let's hope Indigo hasn't peed an ocean or pooped a mountain, the other two, being older are a lot cleaner and do it in one corner usually, anyway three barrow loads of cr*p, hey ho.<br />
xsusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-72094996182519142262015-02-16T08:37:00.000+00:002015-02-16T08:37:58.183+00:00Kidnapped......<div style="text-align: center;">
by the Instagram bug</div>
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tho i have no clue what i am doing</div>
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what the etiquette is</div>
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what the 'emojis' mean</div>
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how it all works</div>
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and have not posted or taken a single picture*</div>
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am following pretty much the same people as on blogs</div>
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with a couple of new ones</div>
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I have two (6) followers </div>
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yes I am as boring on IG as i am here (boohoo)</div>
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I joined as I realised the tribute to Vanessa Cabban was on there but was too late, which is a shame.</div>
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I have been really busy mucking out etc etc, here are pics to prove it<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rXGHr0BP7qdRnTBTIwlbdaq0q8wGQvJnc-B_9t5kVLlmZv6yxFpanaKLcvgUISrhgn8NDv696nH4W_PScvMa640V0qWzmhVYstH35ek8GG_70RnwrT0dshvdlF5BuCwQwKKs85hKRtmb/s1600/DSCF2563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rXGHr0BP7qdRnTBTIwlbdaq0q8wGQvJnc-B_9t5kVLlmZv6yxFpanaKLcvgUISrhgn8NDv696nH4W_PScvMa640V0qWzmhVYstH35ek8GG_70RnwrT0dshvdlF5BuCwQwKKs85hKRtmb/s1600/DSCF2563.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this the 'before' after I started lol</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and this is the after - 4 (four!) wheelbarrow loads (note needs more!!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and this is the 'why' - young arab prince who does not like the mud (on the right)</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TeQjub13lMRXX70vCDEVcyREWA9mNML6inXwDBT7UySPiK-ozRzI8kJVJZOaezLYq2FjabCWAvOjLs5UFFq5PKh-oYJAUD9YqXQRr2kXkl8QuHv4crhtMBeyArnhusp7daD3sWQjZP3i/s1600/DSCF2562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1TeQjub13lMRXX70vCDEVcyREWA9mNML6inXwDBT7UySPiK-ozRzI8kJVJZOaezLYq2FjabCWAvOjLs5UFFq5PKh-oYJAUD9YqXQRr2kXkl8QuHv4crhtMBeyArnhusp7daD3sWQjZP3i/s1600/DSCF2562.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">that sand was frrrozen btw and had to chop out tree roots (!!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgePWKzGbZGjnCeTDViiFc27BYPcEm9EGpWKuA-HtjvDo7eMw6njC_gPbMuWMfb_uHdVCmapVMG1FN1Yp1bwVRlKL2mhJWuWRoswTRCzt7w46gnH0ZN1m0HqDqdvR9Zyth1u_fSv2l7t0cw/s1600/DSCF2569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgePWKzGbZGjnCeTDViiFc27BYPcEm9EGpWKuA-HtjvDo7eMw6njC_gPbMuWMfb_uHdVCmapVMG1FN1Yp1bwVRlKL2mhJWuWRoswTRCzt7w46gnH0ZN1m0HqDqdvR9Zyth1u_fSv2l7t0cw/s1600/DSCF2569.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the 'sand pile' is up there in the trees on the left - no horses in this field today which was grreat as one is huuuuge </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and this is looking down from the pile</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFJ2pp6_DBh8_xDr4hgeV2lkktANWJK20HqNSPlSbMfu6Bvs5XRF-rlw71BDT9Qm9HI-PYAWHf752aRuX02Zz2DRWSabzIBlAB3Gw5SsC5aC-muGkWrys5YThS_ZucXog6lTEA6DqHEoB/s1600/DSCF2568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaFJ2pp6_DBh8_xDr4hgeV2lkktANWJK20HqNSPlSbMfu6Bvs5XRF-rlw71BDT9Qm9HI-PYAWHf752aRuX02Zz2DRWSabzIBlAB3Gw5SsC5aC-muGkWrys5YThS_ZucXog6lTEA6DqHEoB/s1600/DSCF2568.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had a choice of two sides of square or diagonal run, but Indie always managed to stand in the wrong place grr and the electric fence was on and I was NOT going under it</td></tr>
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Seeing as i am less than 5' and have short arms n legs this was no mean feat and the ground was lumpetty bumpetty (it was like a Power Plate workout haha) <br />I took pics of 'upalong' and 'downalong' but they were sideways and wouldn't rotate<br />
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I still have not finished the christmas present blanket (update - now on The Edge yippee) </div>
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sidetracked by poncho (with hood - what!) for daughter</div>
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*this is due to 'people' being around making me self-conscious<br />
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NB<br />
Started this post a week ago and finishing whilst waiting for people to get the hell out of bed so I can start the bleddy housework yaaaargh <br />
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Hope you all had lovely Valentines<br />
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See you soon xx</div>
susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-89910139556014616852015-02-03T22:41:00.000+00:002015-02-03T22:41:36.877+00:00Interesting Updates.......<div style="text-align: center;">
So, middle boy gave me (for £50 smackers) his 'old' ipad thingamjig.</div>
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and i am now on instagram (Dollyclothespeg62). </div>
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when i learn how to use the dang thing </div>
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and add it to this stuff i'll let you know.</div>
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(if you care lol)</div>
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i also have my daughter's old laptop (huuuuuge) as well as this little ideapad</div>
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........ooo get me with a whole bunch o' stuff that i barely know how to use.</div>
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what larks, pip</div>
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x</div>
susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-66572906127113439252014-12-30T22:46:00.000+00:002014-12-30T22:46:43.891+00:00Into 2015<div style="text-align: center;">
I want to wish everyone a </div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Happy and Peaceful New Year</span></span></span> </div>
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you all deserve it, and so do I.</div>
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I have written more on my other <a href="http://madminime.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">blog</a>, just because.</div>
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Have a picture (just in case the link doesn't work, if it does, then yay) </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">real clouds - in my garden!</td></tr>
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<br />susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-67562135080523627912014-12-30T11:04:00.003+00:002014-12-30T11:04:39.611+00:00Do You Mind If I Knit - Vanessa Cabban - A Tribute<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Vanessa Cabban,</div>
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you were one of my crochet inspirations, your books beautiful and your papier mache sculptures were full of joy.</div>
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I hope you are at peace.</div>
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R.I.P</div>
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susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-33148313093263018292014-12-25T08:09:00.000+00:002014-12-25T08:09:29.534+00:00Seasonal Message(I'm posting today 'cos I ran out of time yesterday - sigh)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ahem, my only Xmas Tree Pic (from 2011 - I am so rubbish at this!)</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;">a</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-size: large;">Peaceful New Year</span></span></div>
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(Notice there's no fancy accoutrements, I am so basic lol)</div>
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susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-10989569799860805912014-12-22T22:30:00.001+00:002014-12-22T22:30:37.761+00:00Oh Vanessa, Rest In Peace<div style="text-align: center;">
Vanessa Cabban, a beautiful artist has died.</div>
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I used to check her blog and website now and again to see if she was going to come back and now it's too late.</div>
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<br />I have just deleted all the words I was going to put here, the conclusion that I reached on reading the local news item <a href="http://local-woman-killed-by-train-at-goswick/" target="_blank">local-woman-killed-by-train-at-goswick</a> but I will keep my opinions private.</div>
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I used to work for British Railways in my youth. </div>
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susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-2080561764006605172014-11-18T07:45:00.001+00:002014-11-18T07:45:42.859+00:00SwapsiesI am considering swapping my blogs over and using Dollyclothespeg for happier stuff, this is for privacy reasons so that certain people hopefully won't find the 'other stuff' I have written. Either that or deleting. <br />
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I don't know what to do or how to do it. I have been considering this for some time hence the absence, also I don't want to lose the friends/followers I have. Does that sound vain? <br />
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In fact the more I write the more sure I am of swapping. I <u>will</u> give it a go, (amongst all the busyness which I will tell you about later). <br />
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Wish me luck!<br />
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<br />susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-23944689808548973872014-06-17T21:14:00.000+01:002014-06-17T21:14:37.409+01:00 A Much Better BirthdayI am incredibly tired so this may be a bit scrappy......<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cutty Sark </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Painted Hall</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Painted ceiling in the Chapel of Ss Peter and Paul Old Royal Navel College</td></tr>
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<br />We went to Greenwich, The FW, Me, Eldest Boy and The Daughter.<br />
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All were well behaved.<br />
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We had a shortish boat trip which I loved and The Daughter was unsure of.<br />
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I had lots of cards (unusual) including a "Sister in Law" from The FWs sister - a first in 32 years (I'm in, people) but none from Best Friend.<br />
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Chocolates, flowers, ambrosia choc custard (my fave), moneyz, amazon 'givoutchers', a jewellery hangy thing (lol no jewels left, all sold) and a coffee mug/cake plate. In the Greenwich market I bought a vintage tin and little #vintage brooch.<br />
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We ate at Frankie & Bennys cos that seemed the easiest thing to do as we were StARVing. <br />
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The Most Beautiful Painted By My Daughter Painting ever in the whole wide world best present ever ever ever! (phew). I will add photo later as camera full.<br />
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that's all for now, need to watch Big Brother (don't hate me)<br />
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xx <br />
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PS 1 - My photography is not great, just snaps/reminders of the day. <br />
PS 2 - The FW will mention, maybe not today, but maybe tomorrow how much he spent (he always does, I'm used to this)<br />
PS 3 - Disappointed in Best Friend - what can I say?<br />
PS 4 - crocheting like a loon to make enough stuff for half a stall at the Artists in the Woods in Faversham (oops, a clue to my whereabouts!)<br />
PS5 - Parking £2.50 an hour WTFFsusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-32836477029365825182014-05-30T23:26:00.000+01:002014-05-30T23:26:44.336+01:00Sugarman.........I have just been blown away by BBC4's Looking for Sugarman (Rodriguez) documentary/film this evening......<br />
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of course if I was a clever person I would add a musical/film clip type thingie......<br />
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but I'm not so you will have to search yourselves, it will be worth it and I'm happy to wait.<br />
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In the meantime, there has been a short interval for<br />
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<li>a bout of the blues </li>
<li>some financial concerns and decisions made</li>
<li>a 60th celebration for best friend where her boyfriend kinda insulted me</li>
<li>a bout of the greys </li>
<li>a funeral (Danny Williams 'Moon River' oh my)</li>
<li>and subsequent trip to florist with a complaint (unlike MiLs funeral where the tribute they made was beautiful) and a 50% reduction which will be donated to the Alzheimers charity in FiL's name.</li>
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So, there we are, a tad overwhelmed, a mite concerned, a little less. <br />
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xx<br />
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pictures of stuff next time, maybesusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-11897670838700675212014-05-07T02:00:00.000+01:002014-05-08T09:12:49.179+01:00Not sure how to begin......(Reunited with Mum)so I'll jump right in to say that Dad (that's Father in law) is sinking fast.<br />
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Dad has Alzheimers and has had this for about 9 years and has been on Arisept from the beginning. He deteriorated quickly in the past three months and has had a stroke recently and now has a chest infection. He is on morphine now and the end is very near.<br />
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We may (probably) won't see him at the end as I don't feel able to insist on going to the care home in the middle of the night (this night) as I did with Mum (Mother in law) only a short time ago (Mum passed away in the early hours of 5 Feb this year). Husband does not want to go, just as he did not want to go and therefore did not stay at his mother's side when she passed.<br />
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As I sat with him after the phone call (at the same time as before, spookily) he said he wanted to carry on and go to his little handyman job tomorrow and that "no-one could criticize me for not going" which I thought was an odd thing to say.<br />
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Today has been an intense day for me (long hospital appt with best friend) so I am knackered and have toothache as well. So I am in bed not sleeping, thinking a lot and wondering whether to continue with my plans and obligations for Wednesday as usual.<br />
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On the one hand I have sympathy for husband* in losing both parents so quickly, on the other he was not interested in visiting for visiting's sake and he gave lipservice to grief in the days after losing Mum.<br />
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When I attempted to comfort him after the phone call he avoided me so I sat to one side and tried to find the words of sympathy, without outwardly saying "get off your arse and don't let your sister go through this again without one of her brothers with her". I did not feel able to say "take me up there and I will stay" - just as I did with Mum - I wussed out and now I feel bad.<br />
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Tomorrow neither of us will be home to take the call when it comes and I bet if he gets the call on his mobile he probably won't call me.<br />
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It will be an odd day.<br />
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But I will be speaking to his sister at some point to apologise for not going this time.<br />
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There is deeper guilt in all this and I will be honest and say that all the previous anguish within husband's family about the house being sold for their care home fees is ironic because now most of it is still in the bank** and therefore available for the inheritances!***<br />
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Good night and I will see you soon xx<br />
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Dad passed away at 1.30am Thurs 8 May, 13 weeks after Mum.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">* Note that I feel unable to use his normal nickname at the moment.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">** Mum had money in the bank for the first time in her life, never got to appreciate/spend it and had it for only 4 months, then her half of the house went back to Dad, (though I have no idea when or how because it is none of my concern, but I expect sister in law's husband knows every little thing *<i>wink</i>*).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">*** Not mine, I hasten to add, this is for the grandchildren and the three
remaining children. One of whom was honest and spoke up about losing
his inheritance when the decisions were being made about selling the
house and paying for care homes.</span></span>susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-17907285140201107672014-04-29T09:02:00.000+01:002014-04-29T09:02:05.248+01:00Creeping.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The depression is creeping up on me again.</div>
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It's scarier this time because there is no hormonal/menopausal fug to blame it on.</div>
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I will try to fight it.</div>
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<br />susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-44310669976865493322014-04-18T08:03:00.000+01:002014-04-18T08:03:06.686+01:00In arrears..............I owe you all a blog post, a big one probably.<br />
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So much has been happening, some good, some not so.<br />
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Lots of interesting thoughts and mental 'writing' that gets forgotten whilst shopping and cleaning loos.<br />
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Daughter's birthday - 17 (what!!)<br />
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Hospital visit - mulling over a letter (clarification, not complaint lol)<br />
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Have a picture, on account.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dearest Mother-in-law's funeral tributes.</td></tr>
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That's all for the moment. I have been reading and occasional commenting on other blogs. But now I have to get up (carefully, as now I have lower back pain, ouch) and pretend to be mummy/wifey and take care of everyone else.<br />
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x susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-35290389191439668762014-03-04T07:23:00.003+00:002014-03-04T07:23:44.158+00:00Unexpected<span style="font-size: small;">Life has been somewhat interesting of late..........</span><br />
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<ul>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">We had an bereavement totally out of the blue, I will write more of this another time.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">The menopausal headfug is lifting a little, the dimmer switch on the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned up a couple of notches yay.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Financial fuckwittery has not been pleasant. All the money I had paid off the credit card* last year has been wiped out in two short weeks, grrrrr.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Dearest, darling daughter is so, so, <i>so</i> much better due to the wonderful counsellor (and probably natural growing-up too), she is a joy. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">The weather - yikes.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Disillusioned with Best Friend, we will still always be friends (probably) but well, it is hard to explain but 'fings ain't wot they used ter be' if you get my drift. As well as the long periods of time without communicating** when we did speak she said something dismissive and deeply upsetting about Depression (I <i>knew</i> there was something there in previous phone calls we had had).</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Poorly ageing doggie (fleas too, yuk). He is ten (what!!) and is showing signs of arthritis. He had a sudden flare up and was shivering and internally growling, luckily the tail was still wagging so I knew it wasn't a stroke. Scared daughter so much she said to him "you had better not die too or I'll kill you". Poor love. A couple of days of junior aspirin put him right, or at least until a week later he flew out the catflap again and hurt himself. So funny seeing a little dog doing the "dot and carry one" walk. We can't afford the vet so I will have to drag The FW to the PDSA soon (unless I can take him on the train - the dog not the fw lol).</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">An emotionally distressed niece. Now diagnosed with a Personality Disorder. I have been acting as mediator between her and her mother. Not fun.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Lots of things involved with the bereavement.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Haven't been able to get to the horses as much as I would like, and now my friend has to move to an Assisted Livery. This is due to the land being sold to the Russians (who are taking over the little village and adjacent hamlet too, they have bought the pub and lots of adjacent land). So I will be just visiting instead of helping. The rain has been interesting. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Trying to teach 40/50 year knitters to crochet - not easy!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Thinking about opening an Etsy shop to sell my vintage dolls house furniture and houses. Just thinking at the moment. Or the local indoor boot fair maybe. I am not a natural seller. Purchasing though, I do very well indeed. Have recently spent money on yarn that I shouldn't have. Though this was before the financial shenanigans.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Lots of crochet - and knitting too - wonders will never cease!!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Lots and LOTS of blog reading, I need lessons how to update my blog, pretty it up and make it work and look better.</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Okay, it's time to get up and do stuff, mountains of washing, housewifery, meeting best friend (testing the waters), collecting train tickets yadda yadda.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Welcome to my new follower, I did notice you arrive and I apologise for not saying hello before. Hello, hello, would you like a biscuit?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Love you, and I promise not to leave it too long next time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">* house hold bill payments - NOT handbag purchases </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">** I made a point of Not phoning her to see when (and indeed if) she would contact me, which sounds petty but in reality isn't.</span>susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-21971118787546697312013-12-31T22:37:00.000+00:002013-12-31T22:37:33.150+00:00Still fightin' it.............oh and Happy New Year to All<ol>
<li>FW fixing boiler with a slight mood on 'cos his local (ahem in the next village 4 miles up the road) is closing down* and he is staying in for New Years!!!</li>
<li>The realisation that 'other' contact is still going on. Will keep you posted.</li>
<li>Titting about instead of tidying up.</li>
<li>Am determined to de-clutter etc in prep - for what...who knows!</li>
<li>Tons more stick picking after the last couple of stormy days, the field is gloopy so am in danger of losing my wellies with every step. </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">nearly finished (on xmas eve) present for daughter's friend</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lush xmas cake made by son's friend-who-is-a-girl</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I couldn't quite manage to clear this particular stick</td></tr>
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At the moment I am in bed with the tv on (Dara O'Brian and then maybe Gary Barlow) trying to stay awake, or indeed sleep, until 2014 begins. Just as he came in from the cabin in the garden I announced I was going to bed. I really really couldn't keep my eyes open. So he is down there sulking. Who cares?<br />
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The boys are out with their friends - good, they have a bit of a life.<br />
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Friends, I am hoping next year is better.<br />
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xx<br />
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* The Russians are taking over the next village buying up the land/pub etc. The Russian Olympic Horses were kept in the posh livery there.susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-11464743260601154292013-12-24T07:25:00.000+00:002013-12-24T07:25:41.315+00:00A (brief) Christmas Post<div style="text-align: center;">
Merry Christmas to you</div>
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And I sincerely hope for A Happy New Year</div>
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No tinsel this year as the cat has started eating it!</div>
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This time last year was one of the saddest times of my life</div>
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I have felt, in recent weeks, so much better</div>
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I pray God it continues </div>
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Thank you all for making me feel less invisible</div>
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and enabling me to unload my burden a little </div>
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I hope to write of nicer things (and share pics too) next year</div>
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Love</div>
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Susan</div>
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x</div>
susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-79977811656306968512013-12-05T23:43:00.000+00:002013-12-05T23:43:22.025+00:00RIP Nelson Mandela<div style="text-align: center;">
Very sad news this evening.</div>
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It was not unforeseen, yet still a shock.</div>
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The world was a better place because of him.</div>
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I hope the world does not let his memory down.</div>
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RIP Madiba.</div>
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<br />susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-64782860896840653852013-11-28T00:06:00.000+00:002013-11-28T00:06:36.408+00:00As promised.................<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early morn? Late noon? answers on a postcard please.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where's my breakfast? Are you doing my breakfast? Is that my breakfast? Is that you? Is that my bucket? Where's my breakfast?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early morning water fill, note to self, extra sockage next time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Err-hem... a selfie (on the way to the water, part one)</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That looks like the sea in the distance, but it's just the view</td></tr>
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As promised here are some random pics. I think you can click on them for a better look. (I think). Even when it is raining I enjoy being here. Me, who used to huddle indoors with the lights and the telly on. I don't come every day 'cos Ness works shifts and sometimes it's a rush but it's still good, all good.<br />
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There's a whole water saga* with a steep hill involved which is a killer on the stumpy legs. Haven't had a shock from the electric fence yet but there's still time harhar. I climb through the gaps you can see there as we never go through the gates for some inexplicable reason. Much leg-cocking and hilarity and almost face planting in the mud. <br />
Oh the mud....you can't see it here but trust me there is much, much muddy areas that we plodge through (still good, all good).<br />
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I feel nearly, almost, should whisper really so as not to wake the shit fairy, normal-ish. <br />
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We've had the sudden death of The FW's good friend which was a nasty shock and totally unnecessary, but he was in denial of his diabetes diagnosis. It has been a horrid time and not yet over due to pm and delayed funeral etc. I have been drafted to fill the gap in the pub quiz team, which I had started to do a couple of weeks before and had sat opposite the guy whilst he was obviously in distress but brushed off all concern. I have insisted this is temporary as I am not a pub person.<br />
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There has been a knitty wooly club started and I went with trepidation expecting to be a beginner type with my little efforts and have found myself teaching someone to crochet and 'ahem' doing it better than the lady running it (ooops). I am better than I thought. How did that happen??<br />
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I have also taken home an application form for a new charity shop and am trying to figure out a good half day to give them. I will have to organise my time better. I hope they can wait for me or I may miss the boat again.<br />
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So this is what I have been up to, there's probably more that I have forgotten and I know there are better pics. <br />
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Much lovings to you all,<br />
x<br />
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* It's pathetic but someone is nicking the water from the butt, who and why we don't know yet. I will do some arse kicking when I find out as it's my stumpy legs that have to go up the steep, oh, steep steep hill.susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-25316635866694632682013-10-25T23:39:00.000+01:002013-10-25T23:39:09.851+01:00Horsin' around............And gettin' a ruddy grip!Firstly, I will apologise for not being around much.<br />
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Lots of various stuff happening ie<br />
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Helping friend V with her horses 2 or 3 days a week. She isn't rich at all. Just loves horses and works very hard to keep them. Her daughter came home from Europe with a colt after working as a groom (she is only 17) and after a terrible time of being bullied and feeling suicidal. So I had to help V prep and then move to a bigger field and stable in the same place. After 7 years this was quite tough for her especially as she had taken a crappy nettle filled field and made it beautiful and had been moved to another nettle filled/cob shite filled field with ragwort and lots of deadfall from trees. <br />
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So I got my fat little bod out the chair and started barrow pushing, stick picking, fence climbing, hill (steep, so very steep) climbing, baling twine plaiting - to make economical useful ties for just about anything - shaving scattering, haybale dragging etc. My dear friend is about my height and finds it hard to maintain an 8 stone weight (God, I hate her) and has arms like Madonna. She hefts water buckets and haybales and does it all at a trot, whilst wittering and worrying on.<br />
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My job as well, as all the above, is to tell her "to get a grip, get a ruddy grip" a la Mel from the Great British Bake Off.<br />
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Man, that first day I could hardly walk, but now I love it and have found some old wellies that I had to cut down because my calves have got bigger..... these are very old wellies..... to be more sensibly dressed. It is in a lovely area just up the road, though you would hardly know it was there. You can hear the dual carriageway but can't see it and there is a sweet sheltered valley (where the daughter and colt are now) and brisk windy hills and fields with lots of other people and their horses in various places.<br />
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I will sort out a couple of photos to give you an idea.<br />
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Daughter has started college and is love, love, loving it. phew.<br />
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Haven't seen much of best friend because her fella now has prostrate cancer, is facing redundancy and she spends a lot of time up there despite having daughter at college here. Her gallstones have returned and she is in great pain as well as all her other pain. We spoke on the phone today and I have counselled her, so that she can counsel boyfriend and his colleagues (one of whom was given the redundancy letter in her hospital bed - shame on them!) on fighting the close down of the local radio station where they work. <br />
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Life is so fucking tough everywhere!!<br />
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And yet, and yet I am feeling better. Even more better than when I felt better a few months ago when I wrote about that in my other blog. Sorry, bad grammar but it's staying there.<br />
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I have been wanting to write this for a while, but couldn't seem to get it off the ground, but after commenting on some other blogs (see, I am being a good blogger now) and having a lovely response to a comment from John at Going Gently today I thought I had better just 'get on with it' just as I am telling V to do.<br />
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I pinkie swear on the photos and there may be a 'special' one. or not.<br />
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xxsusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-76359993336959677942013-09-27T20:29:00.001+01:002013-09-27T20:29:53.684+01:00Oh, oh the Yarndale envyOh dear I am so envious, I long to be in Skipton this weekend. Deep deep deepest sigh.<br />
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I made bunting and sent it and may, just may have spotted the tiniest corner glimpse of it in Lucy's latest blog post. Or is that wishful thinking.<br />
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Ooh ooh Strictly is about to start...................................susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-12729921315843088932013-09-26T23:16:00.001+01:002013-09-26T23:16:57.879+01:00The F*ckwit outdoes himselfMy girl, 16 and a bit, now in college (crumbs!) went to the Eurogamer Expo up in Edgeware Road. An organised trip that would mean her being dropped off at a motorway service station in the evening, y'know in the dark and on her own. Her dad was supposed to collect her from there - this was arranged two or three days ago.<br />
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A proper dad would have told his pub friends that he wouldn't be able to join them this week at their regular meal out (gah!) and would have sat in the car park waiting for the coach to arrive.<br />
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Not this dad, no freakin way was he A) going to miss going out with pub people even though their arrangement came up After the trip was organised and B) wouldn't have even waited for her but wanted her to tell him when she was nearby so that he could plan to be there 30 seconds before the coach arrived.<br />
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So this particular deadbeat dad that she adores and won't hear a word against and probably even now doesn't realise he has let her down. Again.<br />
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After pacing around dressed up in (one of) his going out shirts then phoned my brother to come to our house and collect our car (so that she would recognise it - mmm thoughtful) even though she had no idea where on the road she was. Kids today (bless 'em) don't look out of car windows any more to see the journey but look at their bleedin' phones. I realised then what he was going to do and yelled for eldest son to go with my brother so that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, simply because she cannot stand being out of her comfort zone (little precious). My youngest brother is like an older brother to her and has been around her all her life and is very at ease, but she is soooo sensitive especially now the counselling has started*.<br />
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Eventually when The F*ckwit had left for his date (huh) 15 minutes later she phoned to say she was one mile away from service station my brother turns up here, son jumps into his car and away they whizz, by the time they get there, only about 10 minutes but, even so, the coach has gone and sensibly she is waiting at a well lit Greggs. She got home safely and excited from the trip, thank God thank God. And none the wiser about my anxiety and concrete filled stomach.<br />
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Please tell me I'm not paranoid, that other Dad's wouldn't behave that way.<br />
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The FW has been ill with a head cold this week, only during the day of course, in the evening he is still able to go to pub, then complains about having a bad night. What a Tit.<br />
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* Counselling has started after a verry long wait. She is happy, and me? I am watching the can of worms spilling all over the place when the lovely ladies ask "and how are things at home?" So much so that I have had a two hour session myself and been told that I need to go back to the GP and have more counselling to deal with my depression and to take the anti-depressants originally offered (and refused) because of the adverse effect it is having on my girl who thinks it's all about her. Of course I will put her first - again - and forget about what I need. So many years of putting others first and burying my pain so deep deep inside, my belly hurts. susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-72563431010336245062013-09-19T15:42:00.001+01:002013-09-19T15:42:48.618+01:00Ssshhh........*whisper* - I might just write something, here are some pics to keep you busy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">yum, take two? yes indeedy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eastwell Manor, Kent - lush</td></tr>
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this is from my only lovely day this summer, indeed this year. The uber hot day at Broadstairs (with added sulking from the ones left at home even if they did not want to come but did not want me to go either) does not count.<br />
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xxsusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-53497361786089240312013-07-23T22:31:00.000+01:002013-07-23T22:31:17.043+01:00At the moment....I am feeling ok at the minute -<br />
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Royal Baby - sigh<br />
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A seaside visit - yaaay<br />
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House cleaning - 'bout bloody time<br />
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Pending in-laws visit (birthday barbecue for Ma-in-law) - this is to be endured, we haven't entertained for a very long time, but I felt it churlish to say no in the circumstances. <br />
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Best friend going through a Very Tough time at the moment. <br />
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I hope to write more about some of the above, the humidity is draining the little grey cells. <br />
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Not one, but three photos, just showing off now, larf.<br />
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Much love to all of you 'out there'<br />
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xxsusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-46656457052294560692013-07-11T23:15:00.000+01:002013-07-11T23:15:38.188+01:00Slightly suspicious cleaningThe FW is cleaning the car, cul-leaning it. A proper valet, even the engine has been washed, no joke. This may be the cleanest it has been since we bought it about 3-4 years ago. The dent/scratch from 18 months ago (ice) is being buffed out, it's only been rusting there since January 2012. Something is being planned or he has got something up his sleeve. Watch this space.<br />
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On the same subject, sort of, I have regained a little energy and am able to do several things in one day. Yep, multi-tasking me*. Ironing And vacuuming And dog walking And washing And side alley/cat litter tray/dustbin dealing with, not forgetting planning the journey for tomorrow's cardiac clinic for the girl. Now she has been moved to the Adult clinic they (some Professor person) wants to see her..... she isn't pleased.<br />
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The above photo is a brooch I made for a friend last year, I didn't make the scarf it is pinned to. I have now given away all my brooches and key ring hearts and now need to get organised and make more for the stash box. My crochet is disorganised at present. It is on my list of 'sorting out'. I Will get there.<br />
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See you soon,<br />
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*any one of these tasks would have been insurmountable in The Bad Times.susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2506701170343395428.post-91008153365570476222013-07-09T22:57:00.000+01:002013-07-09T22:57:52.886+01:00A teeny bit scaredThis is the understatement of the year. I am full on peeing my pants terrified. I shall explain...<br />
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On Saturday (which is the day all the shitty letters arrive, you may have noticed this yourself), I had a letter from the Department of Work and Pensions, hereafter known as 'The DWP', saying my <i>Work Group</i> appointment was on Wednesday at 9am. What, wait, who! Oh right, here it is then. As my *ahem* partner is on benefits (earning support allowance) it is MY reponsibility to look for work through them (aka the land of humiliation/despondency/overwhelming expectations). Otherwise he will lose the ESA. So, I get more shit heaped on my head for Him.<br />
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These are the people who drove my son almost to suicide (and was making plans for it), he ended up in the mental health ward at the local hospital for a month. This was a terrible time for our family.<br />
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I could have signed on a year ago, and chose not to, because I did not feel entitled to, even though I have paid my national insurance etc, and knew - <i>knew</i> - I could not deal with the bureaucracy/idiocy of that place, especially as what had happened to son. <br />
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I have very low self esteem and confidence. I have not properly worked outside the home since 1997 (a few hours part time domestic cleaning doesn't really count, and let us <b>not</b> talk about the failed fostering saga). I worked at home with The FW's business, but that was ad hoc and fitted in with caring for our daughter during her ill health (and taking care of others too). My physical stamina has decreased and the menopause has killed my organisational skills.<br />
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I don't know what to expect for tomorrow, I had settled into 'surrendering' and was making myself comfortable in that place, after all these months of fighting it and getting battle-scarred. Now it is all up in the air again and I truly do not think I can cope with another upheaval in my poor head. I tried to contact the counselling service again but am not allowed to have any appointments until another 8 (<i>eight!</i>) weeks have gone by. <br />
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And before anyone at all decides to give me a hard time about "getting a job" - let me make this clear - There Are No Jobs In This Town. Unless you want to clean an old peoples' home (I did this caring for my elderly parents and uncle) or work in a school kitchen (I have no certificates).<br />
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All this is because The FW is not getting the fact that we should sell this house and downsize/downscale, whatever. He wants to keep the mortgage/council tax help we get. I hate this and want to simplify and clarify life. But, I am not in charge, it is an old-fashioned household inasmuchas HE is in charge. I have no control over ANYthing.<br />
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Oh dear.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Oh God, please make it stop.</span>susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12762599123725286723noreply@blogger.com2