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Home sweet home


Back home again after a brilliant weekend. I have so much to tell you but I need to get my brain organised otherwise it will all be disjointed drivel ( as normal).

I made an executive decision earlier. Ready? It’s a biggie (not really).

I’m ditching the postaday challenge in favour of the postaweek challenge. Posting every day when you choose to and having a chat about whatever takes your fancy is fine – when it takes your fancy.  Since I took up the postaday challenge it’s been really difficult to find things to say – just  because I felt under pressure to find something.

Well that’s a stupid game, isn’t it?  It’s only a bloody bloggy hobby so why put myself under pressure and take the fun out of it?

So, I’ll be back when I really do have something to say (aaaahhh, the relief is tangible).

P.S. I’m glad to see the fern is back where it belongs, where the hell did it go? Was it on it’s holidays?

P.P.S  Ha! Now I’ve taken the presure off the ideas are flooding in.  We heard the other day abut a man who only works a three day week. He refers to himself as a ‘t**t’.

Bit harsh, I thought. Then he explained that it means he works Tuesday, Wednesday And Thursday. Hahahaaaaaaaaaaa

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Ho hum


The weekend’s merriment has finally come to an end. I’m
sitting like Mrs No Mates in a pub near Oxford waiting for Boofuls
to finish his meeting do we can go home. Of course because I’m
sitting and waiting, feeling more than a bit conspicuous sitting in
a pub on my own, his meeting has over run by ages. I spent the day
today window shopping and then took a ride out to Bourton on the
Water which appeared to be closed. A nice walk along the river blew
a few cobwebs away.

Oh! Here he is! See ya then!

I feel like a gypsy


A young, virile, dark eyed…… Whoa there!! Get a grip.
Hold on while I open a window. Phew!!! I meant, before my little
jaunt off to fantasy land, that I feel like a gypsy because of all
the travelling we are doing this weekend. We arrived in Oxford ish
about an hour ago. Vigils is panned out on the bed snoring his
knackered and hungover little brains out before we meet up with
some folks for dinner. Not expecting much in the way of laughs,
it’s more likely to be a nerd fest, all techie talk and geek speak
that goes right over my head. It’s at time like these that I have
to remind myself that I’m a highly educated woman and that I won
business woman of the year for a reason, not just because I can
tell a good joke (although I can) otherwise I feel totally
intimidated. This blogging from my mobile business is hard work. It
takes me loads longer because my keyboard is munchkin sized and I
can’t see what I’ve written without my glasses so apologies for any
typos. Normal service will be resumed on Tuesday and I’ve got loads
to tell you.

Just killing a bit of time


We have a couple due to arrive  for a wedding consultation in  a few minutes. Can’t think of a better way of spending a Friday night, can you?

It’s been a tough couple of days one way and another, I’ll fill you in when I have the energy, I’m emotionally and physically traumatised at the moment.

Just once in a while it’s me who needs the shoulder to cry on – I think now might be one of those times. I’ll be back tomorrow when I might be feeling a bit more positive.

And just as an aside: Why has the picture changed on the top of the blog – I liked the fern. Put it back, dammit!

Hahahaaaaaaaaaa


I’ve just been spending a few minutes procrastinating instead of working ( I have done some work this morning-honest) when I read this on the cruise critic website about funniest complaints from guests.  This one cracked me up,  I thought you might enjoy it too.

“The woman complaining at Guest Services about her cabin, as she had booked a seaview and all she could see was a car park. The Manager politely asked her to come back once the ship had sailed, and they would see what they could do then.”

Hahahaaahaaaaaaaaaa

Mobbed


Bloody hell!  That was a busy wedding fair last night!

After the usual traumas getting it all set up, not enough power sockets, lights not reaching, trapped in a corner blah de blah blah we eventually got it all organised and ready to greet the public.

Midweek, evening wedding fairs are funny events quite often they are very quiet and dismal affairs which leave us feeling like me might as well have stayed at home watching ‘Big Fat Gypsy Wedding’.  You can’t ever really tell what they’re going to be like.

Well!  From the second the doors opened we were deluged with visitors, all night long we chatted to and schmoozed a sea of punters. People were actually queueing to talk to us! Normally half the people in the room walk past giving you dirty looks  or come for a half hearted look through the albums without wanting to engage at all, ‘Nah, we’re alright thanks.”  ‘Tyre kickers’ we call them.

If you’re not familiar with how a wedding fair works, it’s like this: people come in, look round, eat cake, watch fashion show, bugger off.

Once the show is over we can normally start packing away as there is a mass exodus to the door. Not last night.  Chat. Chat. Chat. Chat. Eventally I was surprised to notice other stall holder packing up, “Almost everyone has gone from the other room.” she said.

“Oh!”  Chat. Chat. Chat. Chat.

Eventually we reached a point when I felt I could turn off the display lights – just as a family walked up to the stand, “Aaawww, are we too late?”

Absolutely not. On went the lights again and we chatted some more.

It was after 10pm when we finally left, clutching a pair of  cup cakes that looked very much like breasts, courtesy of the cake stand next door. Well, there has to be some perks (hahaaaaa  perky breasts!!!!)  to spending all evening stood up yapping  and the left over  cupcakes or chocolate if there’s a chocolate fountain are usually it.

‘Should be a nice quick drive home at this time’ we thought, wrongly, as it turned out. The M6 was down to one lane. The matrix board was showing a speed limit of 20 mph. That was overly optimistic, 2 mph was more like it.  The M65 was closed, dammit, it took us an hour and a quarter to get home from Garstang, twice as long as it should have done. We soon lost our buzz from a busy night and sat silent and slumped in the car as we navigated our way round the road closures.

So now it’s Wednesday morning, I’m sooo very tired and of course I have a mountain of work to get through. It could be a very ploddy kind of day today.

Apologies for the ridululous over use of ‘!’  I just can’t seem to leave it alone!!!  Must be because I’m so tired!

Boudoir shoot


Occasionally I get people phoning up for boudoir shoots.  I don’t really encourage it as the studio isn’t ideal for that type of work, too bloody cold and draughty, it might be a different story if it was warm and cosy.

Yesterday was an exception, a dark eyed,  beautiful black girl came to see me for a burlesque shoot, bringing a few props with her including this hat:

hat

Ok, not really,  I picked up the hat in a shop a few weeks ago and thought it would be fun to use it on the dog for a pet portrait with a difference and since Mrs Woofy is so cute I thought it would suit her.  What a pularver!

She didn’t like that hat at all.

She jumped around, scraped her head along the floor, ran round in circles and generally went nuts. Most of the time when the hat wasn’t flying through the air it was hanging down forlornly under her chin, feathers dangling and being shaken around, looking a bit like a hen in the process of being murdered.

Eventually, after a lot of laughing, cajoling, wrestling with and bribing with treats, me, Rev and Gembolina  had all failed to get the dog to stay still. Gembolina suggested that we shoot the dog ( not actually shoot the dog although so very tempting at that point)  and shoot the hat separately.

Damn fine idea!

What she wasn’t expecting though was that she was going to have to be the model because she has black hair so it would be an easier edit.  She played her role well, I was impressed. No need for treats or ordering her to ‘SIT!’ either.

begging for treats

The plan worked perfectly. The dog sat perfectly well  and posed beautifully without the hat and I got a dozen prim and pretty pictures of her.  I notice that she’s smiling on them, probably having a good laugh at having run us all a merry dance.

Last night I sat down to edit the photos and  half an hour later. Voila! The picture I wanted. Doggy burlesque!

Only when it suits?


Isn’t it funny how people can change their opinions and standards and beliefs when it suits them to?

Here’s a story sent to me today. Made me laugh. Enjoy.

TEXAS BEER JOINT SUES CHURCH over LIGHTNING STRIKE

ONLY IN TEXAS …

Texas Beer Joint Sues Church In Mt. Vernon, Texas, Drummond’s Bar began
construction on expansion of their building to increase their business.

In response, the local Baptist church started a campaign to block the
bar from expanding with petitions and prayers. Work progressed right up
until the week before the grand reopening when lightning struck the bar
and it burned to the ground.

After the bar burning to the ground by a lightning strike the church
folks were rather smug in their outlook, bragging about the power of
prayer, until the bar owner sued the church on the grounds that the
church” was ultimately responsible for the demise of his building,
either through direct or indirect actions or means”.

In its reply to the court, the church vehemently denied all
responsibility or any connection to the building’s demise.

The judge read through the plaintiff’s complaint and  the defendant’s
reply and at the opening hearing he commented, “I  don’t know how I’m
going to decide this, but it appears from the paperwork  that we have a
bar owner who believes in the power of prayer, and an entire church
congregation that now does not.”

True Story.


Urgent! Save England’s Forests!


I’ve just read a news report that it I hadn’t seen with my own eyes I would never have believed. It’s a plan to sell off England’s forests to the highest bidder.

What do our Government think they are playing at?

Luckily, they haven’t been able to sneakily sell it off from under our feet.

Petitions and action groups have been set up to voice the opinions of  the nation.  I wasted no time in adding my voice to the thousands of others who feel that a move like this can only be detrimental to the good of our beautiful country. Do you want to add yours? Here’s the link to Save England’s Forests