Wow

 

As promised, I'm writing this in Tenerife. Costa Adeje to be precise. The weather thus far has been lovely, hopefully it'll continue to be warm and sunny. It's quite a posh hotel - bingo is played digitally on your phone! 

I was very much surprised the other day when I received a message from a friend. Not only a message but she PayPal'd some money to me to enable Ellie and I to enjoy a bottle of wine! I won't disclose who this lovely angel is as I don't think she'd want to be named, that's not her aim. She was simply sending us love which I thought was really amazing. Love with a drop of alcohol. Her only stipulation was to read the 5 daily reminders. To be honest I would have been touched to get this message let alone anything else. So, I've read them daily as implied and they are starting to sink in. I don't need to tell you want an amazing person the sender is and I promise you she is an incredibly special person. In all my life I've never met anyone like her. And I truly hope she'll always be in my life. 

Now it's time to talk about socks. If I'm repeating myself I apologise as my socks have been on my mind for awhile. I have a drawer full of socks, and it's not a small drawer it's a proper, proper drawer sized drawer. It's overflowing and I need to sort it. There are socks, there are trainer liners, there's tiny socks like trainer liners but tinier, there's hiking socks and bed socks and Christmas socks and holy socks (sorry, I mean hole-y). There's snuggly, soft socks. And the truth is I probably only wear half of them. At the side of the chest of drawers I have a pile of odd socks - the ones that seem to get separated in the wash socks. There must easily be at least 30 odd socks! I'm guessing when I go through them I might have a couple of pairs in there but most are without it's partner. Where the hell do they go?

I hope you all have a great weekend. And if you need to sort your sock drawer better do it before it gets out of hand. How many socks are too many socks? 

Love you, bye. 

People only see the decision you've made, not the choices you had.

One time only

 

I don't usually complain, on this platform at least, but today I'm going to. I may be hanging my dirty washing out in public but hey, I'm mad as f@*!.

Yesterday morning, with a full itinerary - I won't bore you with details, I asked my hubby if he would do me a lovely favour and slice my loaf of bread (wheat & rye sourdough) and stick it in the freezer. I honestly expected him to say 'sure honey' (but without the honey as he never calls me that). Instead I got 'sure, if you do me a lovely favour and take the old carpet to the tip'. What a stupid, idiot he is. Not only was I mad but I was upset, it made me really sad he couldn't slice a loaf of bread without contention. I did it myself, was nearly late for an appointment but hey! Thank you so much Mark! To be fair, it was his first day off, and I'm sure he had lots of plans too but really? A loaf of bread?! Worth upsetting your gorgeous wife who bought you an Easter egg! 

I was driving the other day when a woman drove past me at a roundabout. I only caught a glimpse but she was so tanned (probably fake but I'm not an expert). It looked not only horrible but very wrong. All the way home I then considered other things where too much is just too much. My findings (my opinions) are yes -1. being too thin can be too thin. I can say this because I endeavour to be thin. I'm not blame shaming as a very thin person could be ill but it's not a good look. 2. Being too clever? Not sure about this one, except I know a few very clever people who are idiots. 3. Being too rich? This is one I'd like to investigate. I imagine having gazilions is hard. The risks, the admin, the headaches, so much to spend and hopefully donate, what a responsibility! But I'd give it a shot. 

I went to give blood last night. It was my 10th donation so I got a badge (see pic). It was exciting, though 10 is not a big number. It took me a while to donate in Scotland after moving here and then I couldn't give for years after having anaphylaxis. And then they stopped drop ins and you had to have an appointment which I never managed to get. COVID happened and then finally I started donating again. But not last night! Alas, I have to wait 28 days after returning from St. Vincent! Luckily I found this out before she stabbed me to check my iron levels. Disappointing. I asked if I had to give the badge back, but I didn't because even though I didn't give any blood (not even a drop for iron testing) I had turned up,so it's classed as a donation. Very weird. 

I hope you have a great Easter and eat lots of chocolate eggs. Next week I'll be writing to you from Tenerife as Ellie and I head there on Tuesday. Can't wait! Mum and daughter week away in the sun! Take care and stay happy.

If poison expires does it get more poisonous or become not poisonous at all?

Ha! It's not just me.

 

I've had a complaint - how very rude! Not the first time but I ignored it then. Can't ignore it now. Apparently my blogs are too short. Well, I don't want to bore anyone or say they don't have time to read them, so I do keep them very short. I've promised to try to extend them a little bit. (I think he reads them with his morning coffee).

It occurred to me on holiday that I'm fairly well know so doing daft things (this was after falling off the bike on a straight, flat path) and getting my trouser leg caught in the chain. I thought surely other people must do daft things too?! I started to pay attention, and I'm pleased to let you know I have 3 examples! 

Firstly, Mark, who is the least daft person I know. On holiday we had a kind of walk in wardrobe. On our last night (I was in bed trying to sleep) he noticed that the door, on the inside, had a button on the handle. He pressed it, and shut the door! It locked the door and there was no unlock button on the outside. All our clothes were locked in. So at about 11pm he got a sim removal tool, the foil cutter on a bottle opener and the file from his tiny swiss army knife. He removed the handle on the bedroom door first, just to work out how the lock mechanism worked. Then he took the wardrobe handle off. He fixed it, and put them both handles back on, but why press a random button in the first place? And who puts a lock on the inside only of a walk in cupboard? 

Secondly, the other day a friend told me she'd messaged her cousin to arrange to meet for coffee. Arrangements made she set off. She got into traffic so massaged to say she was going to be late. Eventually she arrived but her cousin was no where to be seen. She called her cousin who was at her home and denied the date had been made. At this point my friend realised that she had been reading old messages about an arrangement to meet her for coffee weeks ago! 

Lastly, my neighbour told me last night that she'd been daft. It was her (husbands) nephews sons birthday. She rang to congratulate but managed to get the wrong nephew, after apologising and hanging up she realised it had been his birthday that day too. She did call back and wished him a happy birthday. She also messaged a relative (I'll call her Vicky). Vicky messaged back and said she didn't have her number in her phone, and who was she? Gill messaged back and told her (oops not the right Vicky). Vicky was delighted to hear from Gill - it's had been so long, and a conversation ensued. At the end of it Gill admitted to hubby that she had no idea who this Vicky was.

See, it's not just me! My favourite daftness is still the time I opened the boot to the wrong car and started putting my bags of groceries in it. I mean, if anyone else went to the wrong car in a supermarket carpark you can guarantee the car wouldn't unlock and they'd realise their mistake, and no one would be any the wiser of their error. But no, but me. Not only was the wrong car unlocked, but someone was sitting in it, to witness my faux pas! So, so embarrassing!!

Mark and I decided we don't want children. It was a difficult decision but we're telling them tonight.

PS photo - finally sorted my spice cupboard. The oldest one expired 2005. Only 20 years lol

Warm feelings

 

We've almost finished the dining room. Carpet down, curtains up, old sideboard back and new unit in. The new unit has glass doors so I wanted to show some nice glasses, and I forgot I had these. The coloured sherry glasses were my grandma's. When I look at them I can picture them in my grandparents glass cabinet, next to the fire (which always seemed to be on - I think it heated the water too). And the whisky glasses were my mum's and they remind me of my parents having drinks parties and mum always drinking whisky and ginger. 

It's funny how just looking at an object can bring back such strong memories. Especially things that you haven't seen for a while. And it's not just thinking of the memories, it actually makes you feel all warm and cosy inside. Unless of course it's bad memories and then you don't feel so good! I am a massive believer that money should buy experiences rather than stuff, but I'm proving to myself that stuff is important too. I hope I leave my children things that bring them happiness when I'm gone. I'm pretty such my daughter is thinking definitely- my jewellery. Lol

So, talking of experiences. Our holiday was amazing and I hope we get to go back soon. I put 2lb on but I'm confident that will come off in a few days. However, looking at the photos there are so many that I think I look fat in. This makes me sad as I've lost such a good amount of weight and I'm wearing size 12 clothes. In fact I bought a satin skirt from Tesco that was a bit too big! Saying that though, size 12 is bigger than it used to be, and my BMI is not quite in the normal range yet. I think I could be slimmer/lighter but no way on this earth would I even consider dieting!! Summer is coming and with that healthier food so you never know. In the mean time I need to remind myself how far I've come and how great I look. 

Try not to listen with the intent to reply. Try to listen with the intent of understanding.