30 July 2008

Oh My Goodness

I want these boots. I'm not a shoe crazy type of girl but boots are an entirely different matter. Shoes I can take or leave for the most part but boots, well, I love my boots. I own about 20 pairs, from flat leather ones to ankle high Victorian grained leather ones to high heeled brown & black leather ones *blush*
but these are stunning.

Perfection in footwear.

The more I look at them, the more I like them. The colour, the heel, the Victorian style & the laces.

They even come in a 3 which I could possibly get away with if I put heel grips in.
The only drawback is the cost.......


Somehow, I don't think I'll be getting them any time soon, if ever! Lol

27 July 2008


This is Sam

Sam is a Cocker Spaniel cross with we think Lab or Retriever. He's ten months or thereabouts & was obviously loved at some point as he has manners to burn & adores people. Unfortunately he wasn't loved enough for his previous owners to notice him missing.

Sam has been with us for the grand total of 36 hours & I wonder how we ever were without him. He's slotted into our family as if he were made for us.

Sam (formerly known as Doozer. Awful, awful name for a dog!) came from the animal shelter on Thursday after spending 16 days in their care. He was found wandering the locality with no I.D tag, no microchip & very hungry.

The rescue centre, along with me, think that Sam was a Christmas pup & once he grew up a bit the novelty & hard work of having an animal like a dog had worn off & so he was dumped.

No missing posters for Sam.

Or indeed worried phonecalls to local vets, shelters or Police for a lost dog.
Sam had served his purpose & was out on his ear.
No longer wanted or loved enough.

Until he arrived with us on Thursday, a bounding bundle of fluff & sloppy tongue with liquid chocolate eyes, an endearing personality & a deep love for his new tennis ball. And an even deeper love for cuddles.

He knows he isn't allowed in the kitchen & will stand to the side of the doorway, peeping round & edging further in until you catch him when you turn around & he slinks back off to his bed, throwing you a "how could you refuse me?" look on his way.

His first night here was punctuated by a thumping tail when I came down to get a drink & a wet nose nudging my hand until he was sent back to bed. Saying goodnight with a quick stroke of his velvety ears & on my way back upstairs, still hearing the thumping beat of his tail at the sound of a human.

His eagerness to be everybody's friend & to please them in whatever way he can.

Taking a curious interest in the rats but a slightly alarmed one as well! Especially when he has his nose to the bars, ears pricked & one of the rats took it upon themselves to sneeze on him. The shock on his face was comical.

After having his ears stroked, viewing my lap as a more than suitable headrest.

Sam is here to stay.

More photos to follow :o)

25 July 2008

Retail Therapy

It just has to be done sometimes. And a few weeks ago was one of those times :o)
After the obligatory Primark haul, including a gorgeous dress & pink pony shortie pyjamas (I know, I know....) came La Senza, putting a sale sign in the window was a big mistake....

But I was quite good really. Any riders out there reading, the absolute best knickers for riding in are La Senza shorties or girl boxers. So comfortable & unlike G-strings, don't have the cheesewire effect. Bleurgh! Sorry men but it's as bad as you getting things in a twist down there! So I stocked up on lots & lots of their shorties, new pyjamas & then some pretty stuff.

So, I got some of these;

Some of these;


And these;

The bra is not nearly so bulky as it looks in the pic & the shorts are a lot nicer.

And this;

Which is highly impractical & even though I may not have anyone to show it off to, I know I have nice underwear on :o)

24 July 2008

Hitting the Town

Well, last Saturday I hit the town for the first time in ages, absolutely ages. Yes, I danced & yes, I wore heels & no, I didn't fall over. My achievement tally is great ;o)
Went out at 8 & didn't get back until gone midnight but as that was the first time in a fairly long while, I thought that wasn't bad.

It was only me & A out, just for a nice quiet-ish night. Lots of chatting & some giggles & we can't have been that bad because these two guys came & sat with us & bought us a drink which was nice of them.

And so I got chatting to the one & what did we talk about? Hobbies maybe? No, only a cursory mention. Work? No, again a cursory mention. General interesting topics of conversation? No.
But I'll tell you what we did talk about..... the pitfalls & difficulty of the Police Recruitment Process. Oh yes! For ages as well.... He applied at the same time as me & got the same answer so it was common ground for both of us & do you know what!? We even spoke about the 5 main questions on the application form.

That's not what you should be doing on a Saturday night on the town really. Still, can't have bored him that much as he gave me his number.

By a scary coincidence I may already have met his sister too, she keeps her horse not far away from where I kept mine, which was quite strange.

It wasn't a bad night out at all :o)


The baby of the family turned 11 on Monday & already she's in trouble. Big trouble, with the parents at least.

She's got in with a girl at her school who I have never liked but who everyone else thinks it's lovely. She is sly, deceitful & just not very nice. I know that sounds harsh when you're referring to an 11 year old but she is not a nice child. She's the only girl in her family & both parents spoil her totally.

C (my little sister) went to the park with this girl, we'll call her H for little Heller, on Monday. C came home when she should of & everything was fine. Until A nice WPC from one of the local stations phoned up earlier asking for C. C was given the phone & by the look on her face didn't know whether to cry, deny it all or run & hide.
It turns out that H had decided to wind up this group of 14 year olds who then whacked one of C's classmates, quite badly by the sounds of it.

Playground scrap escalated by a stirring little mare.

Still, C has been much less gobby & it had the desired effect of scaring her to death once she realised it was the police on the phone. I don't doubt in the least that C went along with things, she'll pretty much do anything to keep the peace so I'm sure she had a bit to do with it as well.

The look of relief on her face was comical once she'd put the phone down though. Like a jelly about to collapse in on itself. I think she had visions of being taken away & locked up! Lol. Unfortunately for me such things just don't happen...!

All this has resulted in C being banned from all further contact with this girl & my mother & step-father really not amused with C at the time.

Hopefully the feeling she got when she realised it was the police will stay with her. She was very much subdued for the rest of the evening.

16 July 2008

20 Questions

I was bored & needed some mindless occupying so decided to post this. Can't remember where it's from but it fits the purpose of me needing to use my mind a bit.

1. When you buy a greetings card are the words or the picture more important to you? Words, definitely. And I hate gushy ones. A card with a few meaningful lines it's far preferable to one with half a dictionary of gush.

2. What's your favourite kind of cake? Pavlova, raspberry pavlova to be precise. But I'm not sure that is a cake so it would be coffee & walnut cake.

3. Do you ever make gifts for people, if so what, or do you buy them? Yes, I have done. I've made a pair of earrings for my mum that I knew she would love & I've made a horsehair bracelet for a friend. After hastily cutting a length from her horse's tail without being noticed!

4. What's your favourite public holiday? Christmas. Definitely.

5. Are you going on holiday this year? If so, where? No, but I am next year with a few friends & it wil either be somewhere in the countryside, camping or it will be a holiday in Dublin.

6. What was the best party you've ever been to? Mine! Lol.

7. If you are married, describe your wedding. If not, what would your ideal wedding be like? I'm not so I'll describe my ideal..... A small guest list, I would only have the people there that are important, it would be in the countryside, a small village in the Cotswolds. Transport, I would ride my horse side saddle to church. It would be a Summer wedding, the sun would be shining & it would be a mid morning ceremony. My sisters would be my bridesmaids, the two of them, possibly three. I would have a dress with a bodice or corseted top with the skirt that would only be semi fitted, it would just flow rather than cling or be meringuey, It would be Ivory & silk with light beading on the bodice but a simple, plain skirt, I'd have a light cape or shawl for my shoulders in a chiffony or similar sort of material. I wouldn't like a modern wedding ring but an antique one. I would wear my hair loosely up & the only jewellery I would wear would be an antique pendant & eventually, the ring. I wouldn't have a veil & I wouldn't have a tiara. My Step-dad would give me away & I would do my own makeup, I wouldn't hire somebody. I'd have the reception in a tiny, old pub & there would be lots of dancing & laughter. I don't know what the first dance would be because it would be a song personal to me & whoever is unlucky enough to take my hand in marriage! Lol
The cake wouldn't be fruit cake as I don't like it, it would be sponge.
My boquet would be Freesias, Forget Me Nots & Roses but it would be small, not a huge thing. The method of transport to leave would be a horse & carriage or both of us riding off on horses. The honeymoon would be somewhere special to us both, maybe even not abroad but just somewhere doing something we both enjoyed doing.

And I think that's it! Believe it or not that hasn't been a childhood dream, just a subject I've wondered about over the past year & decided that I would want a really simple but very meaningful wedding & would not spend thousands & thousands needlessly.

8. What's the most romantic thing that's ever happened to you? Someone special, seeing something I liked, a tiny thing but couldn't afford at the time. When I got home & went to take my mobile out of my bag it was there, wrapped in tissue paper.

9. What's your favourite romantic song? David Gray - This Years Love.

10. Which celebrity would you like a dream date with? I wouldn't.

11. Which female celebrity do you find beautiful? Keira Knightley or Keeley Hawes. They seem to have that natural English Rose beauty & never appear to be over made up or tanned to the hilt.

12. Which male celebrity do you think is attractive? Jamie McAvoy. Unsurprisingly!

13. If you could be a fictional character from a book who would you choose? Elizabeth Bennett - Pride & Prejudice. Mainly for the clothes but also because of her personality, it would be the same. I wouldn't be able to hold my tongue just to appear correct!

14. If you could be in a television sit-com, which would you choose? Oh noooooooo. I wouldn't choose any of them!

15. Which character would you like to be? Me.

16. What's your favourite girl's name? I can't choose one because there are four; Poppy, Daisy, Molly & Freya.

17. What's your favourite boy's name? As above, there is more than one; William, Ben, Harry & Daniel.

18. What's your supermarket of choice? Prefer local produce if possible.

19. What is your best character trait? Erm, probably the fact I'll help anyone & anything if I can.

20. What is your worst habit? I bite my nails.

And there we go, things you didn't need to know but now do! I feel much less bored now & much more ready to curl up in bed, Think I needed to write & just express myself a bit. Strange.

Goodnight! :o)

15 July 2008

The Local Tapestry

This train of thought was started when I was speaking to a friend in Cornwall the other day, the girl who's got my horse on loan. And she was filling me in on the local gossip & I happened to ask if Mad Jan was still about, the answer was yes. I feel for the villagers, I really do. There was never a dull moment in our village & the hilarity the characters often caused was priceless.

Let me tell you about Mad Jan; She looks as if she is in her late sixties but may possibly be only early fifties and has wiry grey, waist length hair that you imagine witches to have, complete with weathered leathery skin & scarily dark eyes, like little black buttons.
I used to think she was a bit strange but fairly harmless when we moved there, until she chased a classmate of mine down her garden path with a carving knife because he'd dared to ask for sponsor money for the farmers going through the FMD crisis. She probably had the right idea mind, he would likely have pocketed it.

Another memorable moment was her setting light to her neighbours shed because she "didn't like him".

And running screaming from her house in knickers but no bra because she'd found a mouse looking at her from her kitchen top.

Her greatest & longest living unsociable act though is to squat in the road, the middle of it no less, & pee. This isn't a regular thing but she has been caught a fair few times by locals.

Another great character was the barman of the local pub, the gay barman of the local pub. On special nights he'd really camp it up & have everyone in complete fits & was the best supplier of local gossip going.
His partner would quite often be found propping up the bar talking good naturedly about anything from livestock prices to Eastenders, depending on the company. The strange thing was, he was the meatiest & toughest looking bloke there but wouldn't say much beyond a raised word.

Our neighbour who lived in one of the two cottages up from our lane. Who turned out to be an ex armed robber who'd been put away for a good number of years at one point & who's lost leg we found out was from trying to escape the police & coming off the motorbike he was on & doing a lot more damage than just bruised pride. Poetic justice perhaps?

He used to feed apples to Sunny & the Shetlands over his garden fence that backed on to one of our paddocks. His wife used to give us sweets & ask how we were doing at school.

The supposedly innocent spinster sisters in their forties who lived together & on the extreme quiet were running a brothel that was raided one morning by half of Devon & Cornwall police. The W.I had never been so incensed!

The farmers son up from us, who at 18, pulled the 35 year old wife of the owner of the pub he was working at in the next village. After being caught in the act he lost his job & she declared undying love for him. She went back to her husband & he ended up going out with an ex classmate of mine.

The village fete where it was tradition but not expected of you to dress in Victorian dress if you turned up. The brave ones didn't & grinned through the acidic stares of the organising committee. I dressed once as a Victorian lady & for the following four years defiantly turned up in riding gear, complete with Sunny once to really pee them off. It worked. But to be fair, I think that was more being tipsy with scrumpy in one hand & the horse in the other maybe than actually letting the side down by failing to dress in long skirts & a romantic bodice. Maybe.
To be fair though, the village fete was just an excuse for people to get merry in the sun. More than once it ended in me wobbling home with other local classmates or older friends from the village. Scrumpy in the sun, in the country is the very best thing on earth. Especially when it's free to you because you're the daughter of the makers.

The middle aged owners of the village shop, the man of which none of the girls really liked seeing as he had a penchant for flirting heavily with the year 11's.

The poor vicar who on a fairly regular basis found a stray thong or two decoratively gracing a gravestone. And once or twice, the odd bra as well.

The night the riot van turned up to my mother's 40th because one of our two farmworkers turned out to be a complete cokehead & thought he'd really live it up that night. After eventually getting him in the van he decided he quite liked repeatedly banging his head against the side until he was stopped.

The fairly average Saturday that a local fire engine & it's crew came roaring through our yard with plans of getting up to the neighbouring farm on the hill. Before realising the lane was too narrow, my mother running out to find out what was wrong & them realising they'd been mistakenly sent out to a 'barn fire' anyway. It was in actual fact a bonfire but the local accent of the person who phoned seemed to be quite confusing for the call taker.

When the Eclipse took place & a group of students who were friends of my older brother wanted to camp in one of our paddocks. Unfortunately it was the horses Summer grazing & they were warned repeatedly that when they went to bed, to remove all food & zip their tents securely or they would have night visitors.

One drunken pair failed to do either & came to with a rather large shock & even larger scream when they awoke to to see Sunny's head peering in at them & her licking the leg of the one hungover & very shocked male. I cracked up laughing when I found out & did remind them that they were warned!

The day my PE teacher bought the local Fish & Chip shop & less than three months later, had gutted it by leaving a fat fryer switched on. She never was the brightest at school, let alone running something like that.

The amazingly shocking day that I was sat in the weekly technology/woodwork class at school, trying not to fall asleep or fiddle too much with the vice when my maths teacher walked in, declared to my technology teacher that he was a rubbish shag, an egotistical bastard & she bloody well wished she'd used a condom because thanks to him, she'd had to take a visit to the 'clinic'. Oh, & having it away on his desk wasn't the most original idea she'd ever heard of. Before angrily throwing down a cheap set of underwear & leaving, slamming the door behind her.
To be fair, he was a tart, albeit a very good looking one & to be quite honest we were beyond shocked at her because she didn't look capable of laughing let alone that. I was 15, trying not to laugh & watching his face before he dismissed the class for a free period.
They were nowhere to be seen the following day & a week later we were delicately informed that Mr. Rowan & Miss Keeley would regrettably, not be coming back to school. This was greeted with many sniggers because by that time, every pupil in the school knew what they had been getting up to on the woodwork benches.

A few months after that our English teacher had to be escorted out of the class in a hysterical shouting & crying fit because her husband no longer wanted to carry on the marriage. During Shakespeare she decided to get steadily more agitated & more indignant before dissolving into tears & then letting go completely. I felt rather sorry for her to be honest. Even the boys didn't take the mick out of her, which says a lot.

Come to think of it, we had quite a few weird teachers. But that's another post entirely....

We now live on the edge of rural & town life & none of the above ever seems to happen. I loved living there & quite often wondered if things like that could only happen in rural England. Quite possibly. Not a word of it is made up & it all happened, and a lot more with it, in the seven or so years I lived there.

Rural village life, you gotta love it!

A Warning

Don't go to bed with a satin quilt cover & sheet, while wearing satin pyjamas. Because you may just end up body surfing out of bed at a very fast pace as the little sister did. She hit the floor with quite a large bump & only woke up when she hit the ground. Poor little sister.....

But honestly, that combination is lethal. Still, I guess you could plug her in & maybe power the household on the amount of static electricity being generated!

I know I shouldn't laugh, I know I really shouldn't, but I did & found it hilarious. This didn't go down well when I was told at 8am this morning. And as I found out when they were thrown in my direction, she also gives quite filthy looks for a 10 year old!

I absolutely hate satin & that little incident only confirms why! Anybody who shows an interest or liking for satin sheets has very bad, verging on non existent 'taste'. It just makes me think of oiled medallion men, circa 1970's *yuck*

Cotton is so much nicer!

1 July 2008


The film, not the sporting event. I watched it on Saturday night & was surprised at how good it was. I love it. I even cried a tiny bit at the end (because I'm a typical girl when it comes to girly films.)

And erm, the male actors in it were very easy on the eye. Namely Paul Bettany & James Mcavoy.

I haven't watched it before now, although it's been on my 'want to see' list for ages.
And the striking resemblance that Paul Bettany bears to an ex is quite worrying. The more I think about it the more I can see the similarities in physical appearance & mannerisms. Same colouring, same build, same physical characteristics. Scary.

And the ex & the above actor are the only blondes I've ever found remotely attractive. Very weird.

It's from the same people as Love Actually so it's no surprise I like it so much but, if you haven't seen it then I recommend it if rom-coms are your thing :o)