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Love it, hate it, love it, hate it.

Funny post today, that’s funny peculiar not funny haha.


 Oh so much snow. More snow than I’ve seen for a very long time.

Love it. Hate it.

Love to look at it, play in it, walk in it, photograph it, the magic of it, the quiet that comes with it.

 The picture above, incidentally is the track we were pushing the MX5 up the other day.

Hate driving in it. Hate people I love driving in it. Hate the disruption.

Here’s a lorry sliding across the road as, having walked from home,  I waited for P to pick me up in my car ( long story – I’ll save that one for later).  I’d just watched this lorry drive up the hill and then slide back down it. EEEK!!

Five inches of snow fell this morning in the metropolis of Cranberry Bottoms. Far less than fell on other parts of the country so I suppose we got off lightly. The council has run out of grit  despite radio broadcasts yesterday  telling people not to panic as the Government had a HUGE stockpile of it. Today’s broadcast said we’d run out. Hhhmm!! Someone’s telling porky’s.  The roads hadn’t been treated, neither had the motorway, which was closed at one point as was the town centre and most of the schools.

I was having MAJOR panic attacks as P & G had to drive across to Leeds to G’s Grandads funeral (more later)


Love it. Hate it.

Love the height, the power, the ability to deal with this weather.

 Hate it having faults that weren’t pointed out before we bought it. Hate the fact that it’s almost impossible for me to drive. The clutch is so stiff that I can’t keep hold it down. After about 5 seconds my leg starts to shake with the effort. Hate the clunky gearbox. A couple of weeks of driving like this and I’ll have muscles like Desperate Dan – but only on my left side.  It has to go.

Compact camera

Love it. hate it.
Love the compactness of it.
Hate everything else about it.

before ‘The BIG holiday ‘ in October I’ll be looking out for a better one.


Love them all to bits.

Hate seeing them hurt, upset or frightened and worried.  Too many of my family are having a difficult time at the moment. I hope it all sorts out soon.

Yay!! It’s 2010!!

2009 has finally buggered off and good riddance to it, what a bag of crap!! This year will be loads better, I can feel it in my water.

The plan was to become a lemming and copy everyone else’s idea of doing a New Year round up of stories and pictures from last year. Exactly like all those ‘run up to New Year’ programmes on telly that I avoid like the plague.

That was the plan. The reality was that I spent a huge chunk of yesterday on the phone to my sister who is having the crisis to rival all crises at the moment and all she can really do is watch it run it’s course. Small comfort to her while she’s tearing her hair out and gnashing her teeth in despair. Funny how the year ended as it started – and continued –  with drama’s.

Anyway, back to the plot.  Taaaadaaaaaaaa!!! Here it is, my ( somewhat shorter than planned) :

 2009 Round Up:
Now don’t worry, it’s not going to be a moan fest of all the terrible things that happened last year. The blogosphere isn’t big enough to fit it all in. Here are just a  few of my favourite moments

This was a summer walk on the moors with the girls. We had a brilliant time and this photo just reminds me of it.  Family time – nowt better!

My lovely friend, Sheila took these family pics for us. Brilliant!!! I have a large copy of this one on my landing and it makes me smile every time I see it.  Thanks, Sheila.

Halloween photo shoot.  We love a bit of dress up.  I was amazed the pics turned out as well as they did considering that the shoot lasted about a minute. Did you know the attention span of a baby is about a nanosecond?  You have to work really fast before they get bored and try to tip over light stands or electrocute themselves.

John and Rachel’s wedding.  We had the best time ever. Just being  a guest and joining in with the wedding party was fab. Good food, good company, good hotel, good times. Loved it.

For someone who spent all her time at college saying that landscape photography, “just isn’t my thing” I seem to have produced a lot of it this year. Far too many to put on here.  It’s so relaxing and cathartic. You should try it.

This photo was used a s a magazine cover – and I forgot to tell you about it!! God, I’m getting so forgetful!  The exotic location was – our drive.  The magazine editor was mortified when she thought I’d gone out and shot images specially for the magazine, so mortified she gave me a full page editorial in it and a discounted advert. I did tell her I only stepped outside my front door to take it not travelled to Goa or anything but the was adamant. Yay!!!  We had some amazing sunsets last year.

I could have put so many other pictures that bring back nice memories of last year.  I could have included a few pics from my birthday party. You know the one, it was the one when we had a murder mystery dinner party and I made everyone classic martini’s. No one liked them so I drank the lot. Oh, so very ill. Must have eaten a bad pie!!

 I thought I’d end with pictures from the last day of last year.

B and me took the girls and the dog for a walk to Darwen tower. Not that it was icy or anything but here is the path:

Heeheee, the dog ran down the path then lost her footing and slid about 20 yards on the ice on her backside. Laugh? I nearly bought a round!  We, on the other hand, clambered over the moor because the path was so dangerous. Poor girls thought they were going for a nice stroll and it turned into a mountain climb.  No mean feat for a child with O’s issues. She constantly amazes me. She’ll have a go at anything! The dog tried her best to melt the ice for us by peeing on it every ten yards or so. Not terribly effective but full marks for trying, dog.

Can you see the little figures up on the horizon? That was a family with a couple of small kids. The father in his wisdom decided that the safest way of getting his small son down the hill was to carry him on his shoulders. What?!!  Refer  to pic of frozen path. Dangerous, much!!

Look! We did it!!
They really did do it as well, when we got to the tower we went to the very top. D was in tears because she was scared of the dark, dank, spiral staircase.   B stayed with her while I took O to the top. When we came back, D had plucked up some courage and decided that she wanted to go  to the top as well. I was so proud of her because I could see she was terrified.  When she got there, she loved it!!!  Well done D for conquering your fears!!!

So, ok, 2009 wasn’t all bad, but  a lot of it was and I’ll be glad of the new start that a New Year offers.  So to end  this  ( short) round up I’d like to dedicate this final image to last year:

 See ya 2009.
Good riddance.

Merry Christmas part 2

During the present opening feeding frenzy at one point I went to step past the baby just as Danni made a lunge for something in front of her. In order not to fall straight onto the baby I teetered on my toes for a minute, arms waving like a mad windmill woman in a strong wind,  before throwing myself forward into an arch like I was playing a bizarre one woman game of twister. I never knew I was that agile. Go, me!  The baby sat playing under her Nanny bridge oblivious to the fact that she had just nearly been crushed to a pulp.

Twitchy the dog was with us all day yesterday. She has obviously realised that I’m the food wallah in our house as she followed me everywhere, little eyes watching my every move in case a tasty morsel came flying her way. It was nice to have some company in the kitchen and she clearly enjoyed my singing, I could tell by the way she kept joining in by whining loudly and scratching at the door so she could tell everyone else to come in and listen. Hehee.

 It would appear that as dog sitters go I’m a bit of a liability as I’ve broken her twice in less than a week. Poor little doggie went for a loooooooooong walk in the snowy park the other day followed by a mad hour or so on the snowy field which has hurt her paws. They were bleeding and very sore looking the other day.  Can dogs get chilblains? Note to self : buy doggie wellies for looooooooong snowy walks.

Next it turns out that she has an ear infection, probably caused by rubbing her head along the ground as she tries to remove the halti collar that stops her pulling me onto my backside when I’m walking her.   Poor doggie.

Anyway, none of that seemed to be bothering her yesterday as she was having a whale of a time joining in all the fun and getting out for walks at regular intervals.

Gem made chocolate fondue for dessert. It’s become a bit of a Christmas tradition in our house because no one but me and Ol really like Christmas pudding.  She’d excelled herself by producing both a white and milk chocolate fondu along with marshmallows, cake, strawberries, bananas and mini doughnuts (which C made) for dipping. Lush!!!!!

We were so full we never even made it to the cheese board she’d prepared for us.

Sadly, the day came to an abrupt end when the snow arrived again. It came down so thick and fast that we decided it was safer to get them home earlier rather than later. Pity they couldn’t all have stayed overnight.

The perfect day ended with Dr Who, a large g & t and some peace and quiet after a lovely, lively day.

Lets Partaaaaaaaayyy!!!!

So, back to Friday night’s birthday party.  I suddenly regretted wearing vertiginously heeled sandals when I got to the venue and realised that the car park was ankle deep in snow.  Slipping and  sliding our way to the door while holding up a couple of smallish children was tricky to say the least.

As we got to the door and pushed our way through the small throng of smokers, we were hit by the noise that was making the walls jump. It was HORRENDOUSLY LOUD!!!!!!!  Sorry, had to shout over the noise there.

Pushing our way further,  into the room I suddenly noticed Steph in an ante room so went in there to chat for a few minutes about her latest, very juicy gossip.  Honestly, if you put this stuff in a book it would be slated as being too far fetched!!  Next, my big bro and his missus arrived so they joined us, as did  P, C, N and sister Sue. At that point I noticed a table of pensioners trying to have a meal in peace. Oops. I apologised profusely to them for disturbing their meal and then realised they must have been listening in to the conversation I’d just had regarding the gossip.  Bugger it, I’m surprised they didn’t have a heart attack listening to that little lot, no wonder they looked a bit flushed.

We tried to find seats in the party room but there was no chance and to be honest, I only like that amount of noise if I’m making it, so we went back into the room we just came from and bagged a table.

The karaoke was in full swing, most of the singers were passable, some were laughable, one caught my attention and made me leave my seat to get up and go for a look.

I was stunned to see my 17 year old niece singing, ‘Killing me softly’. Far from killing it, she sang the best rendition of it I’ve ever heard in my entire life.  Both her Mum and Dad are excellent singers and she has obviously inherited the singing gene from them both. Her voice is deep, rich, earthy and soulful. The room was silent as she sang. What a talent, she needs to be discovered – and soon!!  I thought Steph was a good singer but Bec knocks spots off her.

When she finished singing, the room erupted. Far from enjoying the limelight as she thoroughly deserved to do – she bowed her head modestly and scuttled away, embarrassed at the attention. I’m going to try and get a recording of her singing so you don’t have to take my word for it, she’s amazing.

As I returned to our group, Bob was deep in conversation with brother in law and a woman I didn’t know. Not a surprise, that as we didn’t know most of the people there.  Shortly after that the buffet table opened and I took the kids for a plateful of goodies.

It was at that point my previous experience as a trainer of body language ( not to mention my wifely spider senses) kicked in and I noticed the dynamics between B and the woman he was chatting with.  I alerted C to the situation and we watched highly amused as B, sporting a slightly pained expression, kept stepping slightly to the side, away from this woman, who promptly then positioned herself back directly in front of him, clearly thrilled to be in his presence and obviously trying her best to impress him, there was much preening and hair tossing going on (from the woman, not B – just thought it best to clarify).

Heeheeheeeeeeee  Bobby pulled!!!!

C and me continued to watch as this woman and B eventually went round in a complete circle, her like a little, tubby, miniskirted, cowboy hat wearing satellite and with B’s expression becoming more and more strained.  I think after 1 1/2 orbits she was eventually called away.

More about this story later. The snow has arrived with a vengeance and I have to go and grit the track again with B.

TTFN (again)

I’m Baaaacck!!!!

While I was in the main room watching the karaoke I noticed that there was an old man next to the huge fireplace and small fire.  He was very old and wizened, snuggled up and leaning against the wall. His eyes were closed and he didn’t seem to react at all to the noise or people pushing past him. I wonder if he was a permanent fixture in the pub? I hope he was asleep and not dead. He might have been dead there for hours and no one would notice unless he actually fell of the stool which was obviously keeping him propped up.

The rest of the evening past by fairly uneventfully. The journey home was interesting. P,C,N,S,O and D all wanted to leave with us which hadn’t been the plan at all. We crammed everyone into the car, it’s a good job it’s a big one, and set off back home.

On the way home the conversation turned to the masturbating santa attached to a house on, ironically enough, Pole Lane.  It’s supposed to be skiing but I can tell you that that’s absolutely not how it looks, that caused much hilarity along with some totally inappropriate banter which left me shouting, “I’m your MOTHER, how can you possible think that’s appropriate conversation?” and Liv with her hands over her ears.

Logging on to Facebook Saturday morning I discovered that Ms satellite had invited B and me to be her friends.

Hhmmm, let me think about that – ok, I’ve thought, That’d be a no.