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Gainfully employed

It’s amazing how fast the novelty wears off, isn’t it?

Just a few short months after finishing work there I was tearing my hair out and getting grumpier and more bored by the day.  The I was thrown a lifeline.

My florist friend sent me a message asking me if I’d like a part time job with her until we move house. OH YES YES! YES! YES PLEASE!

I popped over to see her last week and she told me she wants me to be an extension of herself but more organised. Could i keep her diary, website and Facebook presence more up to date and also to help with day to day jobs.

First task. Make some Christmas trees. That involved going into the garden to cut twigs of various colours and then cutting them to size and wiring them into the shape of a Christmas tree and then decorating them. Beautiful, rustic, absolutely up my street. I felt like I should have been paying her. Who knew that floristry involves so much cement?

Second task. Make three Christmas garlands. Again using natural materials, I was in my element. I think I’m going to enjoy this little jobette until we move.

Talking of moving. We have actually got someone to come and view the house next week. Keep your fingers, toes and anything else you have crossed and send us your vibes. It’s well past time we were living in Devon.

This morning I was going to do a round up of all the week’s news but to be honest I’m exhausted. We had a little dinner party last night and invited people who hadn’t met before as I knew they’d hit it off. Good grief. They hit it off alright, they were still here at 1.00a.m. Boofuls and I were almost asleep at the table. I’m normally in bed by eleven at the latest. You might have to wait till tomorrow for the week’s round up. I’m going for a little snooze now. G’night.


Empty nest syndrome? I don’t think so!

It’s been a month since N moved out to start his new job. He came to visit us yesterday.

“Are you suffering from empty nest syndrome?” he asked.  Oh dear, what’s going on, I can smell a rat, I thought.

“No, not at all, We’re enjoying the peace, quiet, tidyness  and the fact that there’s always food in the fridge. Why?”

“Been offered a job at very good money but it’s not a live in position. Be stupid not to take it , really. Can I move back in?”

” Course you can N.” (while sobbing quietly into my fleecy jacket)

Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.


I’m just watching the weather forecast in BBC1 as I write this. I am certain that the presenter dressed i the dark this morning and hasn’t passed a mirror since. If she had she wouldn’t be wearing that god awful purple ruched top and high waisted skirt combo that makes her boobs look like the are hanging over her waistband and ridiculously large to the point of looking deformed. She’s a hunch front!   Hark at Mrs Kettle, here!!  Last time I tried to jog I kept tripping over my boobs. I don’t need a bra, I need scaffolding.

A letter turned up from my GP the other day that basically said:  ‘You haven’t been to the surgery for years. Why not? You’d better come in and let us do some tests to make sure you’re well.’  Of course I’m well, I’d have gone to the doctors if I was ill, wouldn’t I?

“Well, we’ve done all these tests and we’ve discovered that you’re not ill.”

“Really? Phew, I feel better for knowing that.”