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People in my street are being very loudly. I am unsure if they are friendly being or hostility.

I spent the day at Mother's, gardening for her. Not my favourite pastime, and efficiency was hindered by my squawking at the spiders that have colonised the space, by snail and worm rescuing and by the ridiculous amounts of empty and dead troughs that needed emptying and shifting. Note to all gardeners out there - when you decide foam,china or bricks are a good idea to aid drainage on pots, remember you'll have to empty them one day and a brick filled trough is a heavy trough.

I do not like gardening.

The ultimate aim of the day was to build a seat set that Mum bought for the space. After an entire day spent as described above, it is very peeving to find that none of the screws fit the allocated holes. I gave it all up as a bad job in the end, with a view to trying again another day.

I do not like DIY either.

I do like Lewis however, and I spent a mellow couple of hours, rewatching an ep this evening, under a cat who would have preferred my undivided attention.

put the phone away )
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We went to Aldeburgh yesterday - and got bumped into, pushed past, barged against and stopped in front of the whole time we were there. Not one apology or smile, or acknowledgement at all. I think it is the rudest place we have ever been to. It's incredibly pretty (one of those places you can imagine having a committee meeting about you if your grass is too long, or a shrub out of place.) but rude rude rude.

So we went on our way in a huff and went to a little beach cafe near Sizewell... which was very much the opposite of Aldeburgh. It was clean and seemed okay (it had been recommended as a hidden gem), and our scone and coffee was very nice. But then they cooked scampi for someone whilst we were there and the place filled with a greasy fug and the stench was unbearable (smelled of burnt fried eggs) and so we also left there as swiftly as we were able.

And then, driving home I near screeched to a halt having seen this awesome pub sign:  photo 08062013311_zps6d4f5ba8.jpg

It restored my mood most efficiently.

Today I have been mostly asleep, although I did venture out for an eye test. No new specs *needed*, but I shall buy some when the vet and blinds have been paid for.

oh yes, the blinds arrived. They look good, although the cats haven't quite sussed out how they can sit on the windowsills. The chap who fitted them told me he fitted some last month to an elderly couple with a small dog which also liked to sit on the windowsill and watch the world go by - and they had him cut the bottoms off 5 of the vertical slats to make him a viewing window. That's dedicated pet ownership for you!
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I have a huge poster in a frame at the top of my stairs. It has been there forever and is there only out of habit. I am going to replace this with another montage framey thing like I did in my living room:

The 'art' photo 12092009754.jpg

so, flist of joy, give me pictures to put in it. I will get them printed up on Moo cards again and then frame them - give me quirky, or beautiful, fandom or not, something you've taken, or just something you love. It would be lovely to have something with a friendly back story to adorn my home. I will say that it would have to be sfw to go in the frame (but share me as many nsfw as you like, I'll enjoy looking nonetheless!)

Can you help me?
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I've got to go back to work tomorrow. Which is depressing and distressing in equal measures. I am trying to not think about it, which isn't the best of ploys. I shall be going to bed imminently not sure whether that's a preparatory or an avoidance technique.

But! I've had a week off and it has been good and I have been busy -I have sewn (although not finished anything yet, as I got distracted), I have painted my bathroom, I have eaten out almost every day. I have seen friends and I have taken Mother shopping, I have seen friends, I have read fic, I have revamped my garden. (My garden is tiny, and "revamping" was really only removing a winter's worth of cat poo, stripping the bark away, replacing it with compost, weeding, pruning and planting out 72 Lobelia (I bought trays of plants, they were on offer, 3 for 2, I never looked at how many were in the trays, and now I have 72 Lobelia) I also have 3 periwinkle in pots. All of that took just long enough for me to have aching limbs and one shoulder and half my back burnt to buggery, whilst the rest remains resolutely lily white.) I lost track of my brackets there.

I also cleared out my clothes - wardrobes and chest of drawers, after opening a drawer I rarely use and finding a stack full of clothes I didn't remember owning. It sounds as if I have oodles of gear, but I'm just a rut dresser, wearing the same 7/8 outfits on a cycle. So, today I tried on, rejected unworn clobber (and found some stuff that I didn't know I liked - it's almost like shopping!

And I've been watching season 1 H50 and remembering when it was all good and every episode didn't make me cross.

The highlight for me has been the last two days though, I put my foot down (with myself as much as anyone else) and vowed that I wasn't going to leave the house. I can't remember the last time I did that (I can, it was before we lost Dad), since then I've been to Mum everyday, or on the days I haven't, it's been because I've been somewhere else and couldn't make it. These past two days are I think the first where I've just been here, doing what I want, with no time table. I haven't been idle, it's these two days that have seen me gardening and wardrobe sorting, but I've done it at my own pace. I haven't even gotten dressed today (or I've gotten dressed a hundred times, if you count trying on all my clothes!) and it's just been mellow. (Even if I've eaten cream crackers for all three meals, because I have no other food in the house!)


Work tomorrow. Bed now.
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I took on the spider and won!

(Well, I encouraged him, at arm's shovel length to wait in another part of the garden until I'd done.)

I then realised the truth in the adage "you get what you pay for" and realised that my cheap storage chest was exactly that. But it's together, things are in it. I've made a second trip to the tip and 2 of my fingers aren't sore and bleeding, so that's good.

Now I'm wondering what to watch, whilst pining for 8pm when the heating comes on and I can stop hiding beneath my biddy blanket.
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There was sunshine yesterday, which yay! And it meant I was productive.

Some of it I didn't have a choice over, my bathroom light broke in the week - I've been peeing in the dark ever since, (good job I know where everything is!) Yesterday my friend's lovely Dad came round to fix it for me, so I was up at dawn's crack blitzing the house, hoovering etc. I had a shiny neat house. Yay!

Light was mended and I was all settled to be productive for the rest of the day. And I was, just in my usual haphazard, 2 minute attention span kind of way.

I have(had) a plastic mini shed in my yard for a while. It's broken, but full of stuff. I bought a new, much smaller one and have been waiting for good weather to get out there and sort it. So yesterday I attacked it. The process went something like this:

Take all the stuff out of the shed. Argh! spider. run away. Back again. What's this? Takes 30 minutes working out what this is, before realising you don't need it. Find paint tins. Remember you meant to look up how to dispose of paint tins. Go on internet, find out you have to call the council for paint tins. Have a browse on the internet whilst there, after all it would be churlish not to. Remember that you've been looking to get a piece of foam cut to repair the ottoman seat. Google and find out who does this locally. Phone them and be told they can do it, and could do it today if you get there before noon. Go and measure ottoman. Decide you might as well go now. Go get foam cut. Waiting in shop get a call from mother. Say you'll call her back later. On the way home, go get petrol, realise you're now only 5 minutes from mother, you might as well pop in rather than phone. Visit with mother. Brother and sister in law arrive while there, so visit with them too. When they leave it's lunchtime and you know if you insist on lunch Mother will eat too rather than just eat a biscuit, so stop there for lunch. Get back home around 2.30 and remember the carnage in the back yard. Empty and sort contents of shed. Realise you need to dump 95% of it and wonder why you bought a new storage thing at all. Attempt to disassemble the old storage shed. Realise you don't have a clue how and end up attacking it with chisels and hammer. Break it eventually just as you noticed there is blood all over the place. Repair hands, hoping you haven't got some dreadful disease from the muck in the wound. Decide now is as good a time as any to go to the recycling centre. Realise the shed parts are bigger than your car. Jump up and down on them in the street, being glad for the first time that you are the size of a small elephant, before remembering that you are doing in this in the main street. Carry on regardless. gather pieces and put them in the car. Go to the tip, realising en route that you left the windows open in the house. Queue for ever for the tip and when you get home realise it's taken you almost 90 minutes. Return to the yard and start once more. Pile the second load for the tip to one side, watch your cat pee all over it and realise your car is going to stink tomorrow. Contemplate the building of the new storage thing. It's flat pack, it's a plastic rectangle. How hard can it be? Realise you should never have even thought that. Watch as hands start bleeding again at the very idea. Break the habit of a lifetime and decide to prep the area before actually starting. Realise that the tiny patio slab in the corner is as unmoveable as a mountain when you see the gigantuan spider that lives behind it. Give up and take a bath.
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I bought some new cutlery today

( in case you wanted to see it.) I don't normally do these collecting coupon things, because I tend to think they're just rubbish stuff, but these looked so lovely on the stand I saved my coupons. Today I bought a set of 4 of each and oh my they are nice. They feel grand and have a lovely heft to them. And googling to find a picture of them I found the Alessi website selling them at ridiculous prices. £90 for 6 knives ridiculous.

And I realise that getting rapturous over cutlery is ludicrous but oh you should feel them!

In other news there are still Our Boys tickets available and I want to go again and am trying to talk myself out of it, but half of me is also trying to talk myself into it. I guess either way I'll win...

I have to go back to work tomorrow after a week off, and have been in 'feeling sick every time I think about it' mode all day. A lottery win would be so nice.

Now, shall I watch The Women in Black, Dalziel and Pascoe or Lewis.
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okayness )

rubbishness )

I have also grown, over the last few weeks to hate the colour of every single one of my walls. I have no desired colour springing up in my mind, just a generous hatred of every tone and shade. Most loathed are the bathroom (dark blue) and the front room (shades of green). I might paint everything pink. I probably won't.
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Oh I've been a busy little bunny today. Productive, destructive and assertive. Yay me!

Up early to prepare for a tradesman arriving at 10. Very specifically 'not before 10' in fact. He was part of the free energy stuff my house is getting and had to come to check something about the loft insulation I had fitted in Feb. In order for him to do this I had to:
move the under bed storage boxes, so I could move the bed, so I could move the chest of drawers, so I could empty out the entire contents of a room height cupboard, so I could remove the shelves so he could get in the loft.

At 8.45 he phoned to say "I'm just round the corner, I'll be there in 5 minutes." And I put my assertive hat on and told him, very politely that no he wouldn't, that eh would be here at 10 and not before. True my assertiveness was influenced by the fact I was still in my pyjamas and not fit to be seen, but nonetheless, assertion was achieved.

When he did arrive (dead at 10!) he came in, walked upstairs, opened the loft hatch, stapled a piece of paper to it, went downstairs and left. 90seconds, not a moment longer. See that second paragraph? I did all that for 90 SODDING SECONDS! Grr.


On top of that activity (and performing it all in reverse), I have hacked to smithereens two ginormous lavender bushes. I think the formal term (and my original intention) would be 'pruned', but as they attacked me with equal (or greater, I actually have bruises) ferocity, it became more antagonistic than originally intended and I now have two stumps of wood in the garden. I do always prune fairly enthusiastically, but well. I remain moderately confident that they'll regrow next year...

The erm, grooming, of the bushes allowed me to actually use my linen line for the first time since spring so that was good and that was what I did after sawing my way through flesh and wood and then jamming a quart of lavender into the pint pot that is my bin. I (still!) smell lovely though!

I also found time to hoover, and clean the kitchen and bathroom, watch SPN and take mother shopping.

I am now feeling actively nervous about going to work tomorrow, and am not sure why, particularly. Still, just one more day then the weekend!

Oh, I almost forgot! I also spoke to my neighbour for the first time - after she stopped her dog from eating my cat - I suppose it's only polite!
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First things first: [ profile] kassidy62 thank you for my panda! So cute.

The window man arrived 90 minutes late and was here less than 5 minutes. I'm so glad I took the day off for that.

Trailers - trailers have been the theme of the day.

I saw The Hobbit trailer ) I know I'm in the minority in not really caring about LOTR and Hobbit. I know that's internet sacrilege but there it is. (it's not that I didn't like them. On the contrary I remember finally watching the dvds and being deeply impressed and I watched all three movies in quick succession - it's just that, well I don't remember it. Seriously, of the three movies I can recall the ending of the first, a visual image of elves talking near some water and the "I will carry you" thing. Yes I know it's a misquote, I'm paraphrasing and I probably only remember that because it was said in Dangerous Lady. I know it's shameful perhaps but, um, yes. So the trailer? Intrigued me in that Guy of Gisbourne is in it. Martin Freeman seemed very cute and appealing and I was filled with the feeling of recognition and homecoming when I saw old familiar faces. But that was it. Sack me from the interwebs now.

I also saw the H50 trailer ) and just. Ugh. I stick by 'my' shows. I remain hopeful, ever hopeful, so I will watch and I will hold out for the good bits, but watching that. Just made me lose any of the optimism I was clinging on to.

Surprisingly though the SPN trailer ) made me more intrigued and hopeful than I have been since midway through season 6. Pessimistically hopeful, if one can be that, but flashes of hope nonetheless.

And then I watched Lewis; Generation of Vipers and got to see )

From that you may conclude that I have had a lazy and you'd be right - although sandwiched between frenzied house cleaning (and litter changing!) this morning and the horrors of grocery shopping this evening.

And now work looms loomingly.
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I have a man coming to survey my windows this morning. I got up early and did a 'Oh God, just make it look presentable' tidy round, and now I'm waiting waiting waiting.

I have cats. Every day I come home from work, then my mother's at around 9pm to a clean litter area. They take it turns to go when I get home. Nice of them. So - every day, they wait until 9pm to poop.

This morning I have just cleaned the litter for the THIRD time as the little shits (and yes, I do mean literally) are determined to sabotage my (surface level) tidy and sweet smelling house!

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So I ripped up my stair carpet - it was manky, old and dirty - like most carpets, once you wash them the stain repellent seems to disappear and so no matter how many times I hoovered it, it looked a state. I was beginning to hate looking at it.

So I ripped it up, with the plan of replacing it with carpet tiles on the treads, with the edges painted white. I found a good deal on carpet tiles, on adhesive and on specialised floor paint. I was all set to go.

Except. Best laid plans and all that. The previous carpet was fitted professionally (as opposed to every other carpet I had in my house which me and my Dad fitted between us - not surprisingly all of those came up very easily. This stair carpet also came up extremely quickly. Unfortunately, every step has a huge sticky residue from the adhesive used - and it won't come off. I spent two hours this afternoon trying - I used soapy water and a cloth, and a brush. I used a wallpaper scraper. I used varnish remover containing acetone. I used my fingernails, a scouring pad and a knife. In thos two hours I didn't get even one step clear. (Although I did get blisters, sore hands and cuts and scrapes.)

Argh! How can I get rid of the bloody stuff? If I don't have success I'm going to have to pay for a proper edge to edge stair carpet and I don't want that (let alone the expense.) Grr. Any suggestions?
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One of the things I was looking forward to about moving next to Mum, was the garden - it was a small garden, but had a patio area and somewhere to sit -

so now the move isn't happening, I decided to make my garden a little more desirable - so Lil Miss Impulse went and bought this

And managed to put it together myself - and now I am writing this on my laptop, in the garden and enjoying the fresh air!

of course it's England, and therefore the weather will only enable me to use the darned thing three or four times a year, but I have a lovely purple parasol and I'm going to eat my breakfast outside at least once this year if it kills me!

This isn't fully in it's final position, the wall needs painting and I need a base for the parasol as my whirligig base (that I planned to kill two birds with one stone with) didn't fit - but it looks good enough for me right now.


May. 22nd, 2012 10:53 pm
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I don't know how to arrange these in thoughts or orders, and I could make separate posts, but I don't want to. So:

I got newbossed a while ago, and the new boss started last week. She's new in that she hasn't been the boss before, so she's learning. Old Boss who was supposed to be here to teach her the ropes is in hospital instead and so Mega Boss came in today and stood in. Our office is falling to pieces a little bit, lots of people are off sick with stress and trauma and things aren't getting done and targets are being missed and it's all a mess. So I came in today to find out that a report hadn't been written and could you do something that pretends to be a report now please in order to save the judge having a hissy fit and putting us in the paper. I did it - and New Boss thanked me *twice* and made a note on the record that I'd done it. Old Boss didn't know what 'thank you' was.

Then Mega Boss spent time apologising to me for other work issues!

Old Boss must be spinning in his hospital bed.


BFF P was told yesterday that she's going to lose her job (or 80% of it) yesterday. It's a long long story and she has been shafted good and proper - but she is devastated. She has a mortgage and has just moved into her home after over a year of turning it from a shell to a beautiful home - now she's facing a future of £70 a week and may have to lose the house. She's in total shock and has no idea what she can do. Her job is very specific and isn't something she can just go and find a new position for - and she's lost. I feel sick every time I think of her situation and I can't help her and it's horrible.


Other friend went for a job interview yesterday and, although she scored all the points for the post, someone else scored higher and now she has to watch the person who "doesn't really want the job, but it'll be a change" take the position she's desperate for, and continue to work along side her in an admin role. That's crap too.


Other friend however, is loved up in the extreme and as the relationship is still secret from most people, spends his days writing "she loves me" or "We went for a walk" on post it notes and holding them up for me to read across the desk. Which is equally as tiring as it is sweet.


Everything I was supposed to do this week - a meal out, a prison visit to Kent, a birthday gathering - has been cancelled. Instead though I had a different meal out, a different birthday visit and spent yesterday evening with my (lost job) friend. Tomorrow I have to go to my brother's and I just want to go to bed and stay there.


I went to look at my Mum's neighbour's house today and ... well I don't know. It's nice, but I don't like the decor, but it's airy and next to mum, but it has an electric cooker but it has an en suite bathroom, but I'd have to buy a fridge freezer but it has a patio but they're taking the summer house but it has a huge bedroom but it only has two but it has an open fireplace but it's brick.
And my house is nice. And I don't know what to do and whether I can afford it anyway or whether I can afford teh move etc if I can afford the house and it's all very alarming.

I have a man coming to the house to tell me how much it should cost on Friday and then I can panic about the decisions I would have to make then. Then. then.


I'm tired.

F is at Chelsea flower show. Have I mentioned that? He and his business partner designed a garden and got into Chelsea and they won a silver medal today. I sent him a text congratulating him and received a :( in response. When I queried this, his only answer was "I wanted a gold"


I still very much like White Collar and I shall go and watch an episode now to calm my mind.
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My Mum's next door neighbour has put her house up for sale. It's an okay house, and now I'm wondering whether I should see if I could sell my house and buy that on,

It would make some things a whole lot easier, ie being right next door to Mum, accessible easily if either one of us is sick, and easy to feed each other's cats etc. Plus living next door would mean I could 'pop in' instead of necessarily staying for hours at a time.

The long term plan, since losing Dad, was that eventually I would move in with her and buy her house off her - I would want to do this eventually, because it's such a lovey house and I feel I will inevitably have to care for her ultimately anyway. This is a long term plan, because of the cats - ie we can't merge the household easily, whilst the cats remain. Buying next door would erase this problem.

Is it doable? depends on the valuation of my house - it was valued at 95k when I remortgaged last year, but whether that is still the case I don't know - neighbour's is up at 94,995 - in theory I should be able to get a mortgage without hassle, as it would be the same value debt. Just depends whether I could sell mine. Neighbour's has only two bedrooms, but an upstairs shower room instead, and I do only need one bedroom really..

Oh I don't know what to do!

Will probably get neighbour to show me round next week, see about a valuation of mine and make a decision from there - would need to speak with mortgage people too...

scary just thinking about it!
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Ooh I've been a poorly bunny. Nothing of excitement, chest infection/cough/cold usual winter rubbishness - I found it quite difficult to move and breathe at the same time yesterday, but I am steadily improving. Mum gave it to me, which has been useful in the sense that every time she goes off into a panic about my not breathing properly or suchlike, I have been able to remind her that I have what she had and there is no need for emergency care. I would quite like my sinusses to be temporarily removed however. (Or permanently, do we need sinusses?)

Anyway. I've spent the last 24 hours in my pyjamas and on the phone to Mother. I have to be recovered as we are supposed to drive to Shotley tomorrow to meet with the HMS Ganges Museum man to gove them the donations and talk about Dad's ashes. That's if the threatened 15cms of snow doesn't arrive overnight.

Unrelatedly: in May last year I had a survey done to get some work done on the house as part of a Government scheme. It promised free things and seemed very shiny, but then no more was heard and I gave up on it all. But no! I received a call on Wednesday from a friendly lady wanting to arrange a man to come and view my loft. He came yesterday. My loft is accessed via a full cupboard which itself is behind a chest of drawers. I did quite well and managed to move furniture and remove all but three exceptionally boxes. This left me extremely breath challenged and I had to rely on the kindness of strangers - or the man who turned up with a tiny ladder. He was terribly kind though, because after hearing me wheeze my way up the stairs and explain my dilemma, he not only moved the boxes to allow the survey, he moved ALL the boxes into the spare room for me afterwards. So kind.

I have been promised loft insulation 'urgently' free of charge because, as he gasped several times 'you haven't got any, none at all!'. The woman also promised me fully funded wall insulation and double glazing. Golly.

I should go back nto bed now.
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Had a survey on the house today - Government/energy companies funded scheme to increase energy efficiency/reduce consumption in certain houses, based on location. I'm awaiting final confirmation, details and prices but they're promising to fund between 75-100% of the cost for loft insulation, double glazing on 3 (ie those currently single glazed) and solid wall insulation.

I'm not getting too excited 'cos 25% of "a lot" may still be more than I can afford - although the local council also funding 5year interest free loans on the outstanding costs. I shall await the final info with interest.


Dad and his friend also came round today to fit me an outside tap for gardening purposes - I kept out of the way in the main part, but listening to them bicker was fabulous. So polite but a steady stream of friendly digs and disagreements as to the way to do it. They disappeared at one point and when they finally reappeared, it turned out they'd needed another bit so had just meandered off to the shop (half hour's walk away) without telling me! They finally got it sussed though. Yay.


Not of the yay: cut for long winded work rant )


Oh, I forgot. While I was sleeping through my migraine, my Dad crept round my house and revamped mygarden, with new edging and bark, swept and tidied it all and made it pretty.

I have marvellous parents.


And there is no truth in the rumour that I have watched the first 13 seconds of the H50 preview several times each day.
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I've just been and bought bits of kitchen! ulp.

this is the brochure version )

I still have to find someone to install it, and do all the clever things with it that make it a functional kitchen, and I need to find an oven, 'cos the store don't do gas double ovens, and that's what I want. But I've just been and indebted myself with over £2400's worth of kitchen!

I think I need a sit down!

nb - mood theme: I was going for shocked/stunned, but can't resist my Starsky in his longjohns!
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The heater man and his wife have gone! Thank goodness - I stayed in today, closeted in 'my' room (yes, the whole house is mine, but the other rooms are just rooms, this room is my room!), whilst they cleaned around. I sat here quivering for two hours before I was brave enough to challenge them on the pipe they had left on my wall, but I got there eventually!. It was ridiculous,I felt the tension lifting from me as they took all their crap out of my home. Like a drip dry relief!

So - I have heating - they 'tested' it by running *all* the radiators on maximum heat - I can guarantee I won't be cold this winter! I also have mess, dust, patches of bare plaster, holes where gas fires used to be and a shedload of work to do - but they have gone! So I don't care!

Daily S&H squee: Rosey Malone - Hutch telling S that he's 'in good shape', S telling the govt man that H is his partner and 'what he says goes' - and of course Starsk wearing his denim cut offs again, and being sexi, then sad. hmmm :)
And then the mental hospital one - I was rewinding within two minutes of this show beginning! Legs! Entwined! then later - S having an itch on his leg, which H quite freely goes to scratch for him, not blinking for a second when S tells him it's 'on the inside' - then sticking his hand up the trouser leg to get the documents! - I had to rewind that bit just to see what plot I missed, because I lost concentration for a minute or twelve!
I watch this show with a stupid grin on my face and exclaim aloud. I have got it bad! (Not that I mind, I am enjoying 'having it' too much to worry about having it!)

cat to vets tomorrow at 9.10 - that's my whole week off without 1 lie-in. I wuz robbed.
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I love my cat, really I do - but £120!

She now has a monster bandage on her foot awwwww )

Today I watched Wings - it was quite sweet - rather long, with lots of 1927 'action shots', I did fforward bits - but have capped the important boy kissage scenes - caps here

I dunno if that link will work...

I also cried some more about the mess and wreck and cock up that is my heating.

Then I watched more Starsky & Hutch



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