30 October 2009


I love my sister. I have had 'hmmm' thoughts over someone & as I couldn't speak to her without being overheard, we were texting each other (private & free - perfect!) & her text in response was;

"He better not mess my sister around, the naughty boy! Or I will spank him. :-P"

It made me laugh out loud & was actually what I needed to kick me from 'what shall I do' mode to 'more important things' mode.

She's a moody cow, but she's the best moody cow there is ;-)


Twice in the last month I have been ID'd for stuff I'm more than old enough to buy.

I went to Asda a few weeks ago & took advantage of the 3 for £10.00 wine offer they have on at the moment. I'm not a big drinker but I am partial to some wine occasionally. I got to the till & was getting the cash ready when the checkout man asked me if I had any I.D. I went to look & realised I'd forgotten it.
Cue five minutes almost of me persuading him that I had turned 24 the week previously & was defnitely old enough to buy alcohol.
It was a near run thing as he didn't believe me fully & it took all my persuasive powers to get him to agree with me. I succeeded in the end by promising that he wouldn't get in to trouble because I was definitely old enough!

Second occasion was last week. Tesco had a clearance sale of DVD's & I bought one 12 cert. & one 15 cert. Nothing major.
I went to pay for them & the woman at the checkout asked for ID. For a 15 cert. DVD!! I had to get my sister to pay for them for me. She's 18 & I'm 24, & she didn't get ID'd!

I've been told I have a babyface so maybe that's it. I'll be glad of it when I'm 30 probably but it bruises the ego somewhat when I'm on a date & get asked for ID. Oh the shame....

Song for today - Solsbury Hill

26 October 2009

It's That Time of Year Again

The time of year for boots. *wistful sigh*. Already so far I have spied about 4 pairs of boots I really, really like. Every Autumn/Winter is the same, I go in to town & see the new Winter stock in the shops & without fail, I delight in the new boots that are in.

I really don't care that much for shoes but as everyone who reads this knows, I have a major love affair going on with boots. Ankle boots, knee high boots, thigh boots, pirate boots, shoe boots. ANY boots!

So far this year I have my eye on the below;

Erez Flat Boot from New Look. £35.00. Practial which means I'd get a lot of wear out of them & I think they're a rather timeless style that won't date.

Leather Brogue Boot from New Look. £70.00. I absolutely adore these. But they have a very high heel & I'd need to wait for the sale. And the smallest they do is a size 3... Maybe thick socks would fill the toe up a bit?

Same boot as above but in brown. I actually prefer this colour of the two but black is probably more practical.

Tassle Boot from New Look. £35.00. They're over the knee though & as I have short legs, they'd probably look wrong.

Military Detail Shoe Boot. Again from New Look & £40.00. I absolutely adore these & I really, really want them! I think I might be able to get away with a 3 as they're ankle boots rather than knee boots.

Studded Boot from New Look. £35.00. I actually have a pair very similar to these so I won't be buying them. The only difference with mine is they are not studded & they're real suede otherwise they're quite similar. Very comfy & very practical but still look quite smart with skinny jeans.

Slouch Boots from George@Asda. £18.00. I am definitely getting these. They are much nicer in real life than they look online & the chain detail is really pretty. They look much more expensive than they are, are really nice quality, have a sturdy rubber sole & are practical without being old-fashioned etc. Plus I get £5.00 off the price as I have a voucher!

Cracked Leather Boot. Again these are from Asda & are £20.00. They look much nicer in real life & not nearly so tacky as they look online. However, they are on the right side of sexy & I love them. Especially as they are a good price. Quite a high heel though so not the most practical but they look good, so I don't care that much ;-)
Very tempted...

Same boots as above but in a plum colour. Not nearly so tacky as they look & I am sorely tempted to get both colours. Will have to see what the sales bring or what funds are available.

I think that's it for my Boot Lust this year. Unless I see any more pairs, in which case I will be sure to post them :o)

PS; I am updating my links & so if you link here & I haven't returned the favour, or if you'd like a link from here, then let me know via the comments. Lots of blogs on my links have been closed/archived/died so an update is sorely needed.

24 October 2009

Home Again

Well I'm back from the holiday. It wasn't actually that bad & turned out to be quite fun despite some misgivings that I may end up killing C or myself after four hours in the back of a car with her...

Monday - Set off & spent 4 hours in the car getting to very pretty Norfolk which also happened to be a very rainy & grey Norfolk. After 30 minutes I got bored of the incessant chat, switched my mp3 player on. soundtrack - The Prodigy. Coldplay. T-Rex.
Unpack, go for a walk on the beach & get to sleep by 9.30pm! So unlike me that I don't think I've ever gone to sleep that early but not much sleep the night before coupled with travelling knocked me out completely.

Tuesday - Go down to the beach for a little while but give up due to the rain & the breeze coming in off the sea.

Wednesday - Visit The English Whisky Co. I could quite happily have raided their shop & stayed there for the rest of the holiday!
I had a taster of all three liquers & the Blackberry I found much too sweet. It reminded me of syrup & just wasn't my taste at all.
The cranberry one was too tangy.
The blueberry one was perfect & it is absolutely delicious :-) I bought one of the 350ml bottles and for the quality of the alcohol I think it is a very good price.

I also tried some of their Single Malt Spirit (they aren't allowed legally to call it Whisky until it has been in the cask for at least three years) & it is delicious. I couldn't afford any but my step-dad bought some. I keep tasting it to make sure it isn't poisoned...... ;-)

Strop bought some Norfolk Nog & I keep tasting that too. It is yummy & has successfully cured my Baileys addiction, the Nog is far nicer.

I am so taken with their products that I'm even willing to go to the effort to mail order them. And if you do go near them then call in, they are extremely friendly & you're made to feel very welcome. The lovely lady there didn't even make me feel bad about requesting three tasters of the individual liquers, difficult decisions!

Thursday - Redwings! We were also made to feel very welcome there & I fell in love with Darcey. I really, really wanted to bring her home with me. She is beautiful & so trusting after what has happened to her.
Horses legs are deceptively delicate. To be hauled back & forth across the channel while receiving no suitable nourishment has meant her legs are damaged for life & she is unrideable. Some real awful stories of neglect, like headcollars fitted so tight they dug in to the flesh behind the ears & the headcollar had to be cut out of the head. There were at least 4 instances of this happening that I learned of. Another pony having to have it's eye removed as it was so badly neglected. Another that had been left in it's stable for four years. Others that had been turfed on to common land for somebody else to sort out & various other terrible & evil stories of complete neglect & disregard for the horse/pony.
As for stealing Darcey, I'll just have to settle for adopting her instead :-)
The evening was spent going to the chip shop & when Strop received a call on her mobile, I decided to make her have fits of giggles by standing in front of her & suggestively eating a saveloy.... It worked & she was laughing so much she had to end the call early. Success!

We then went for a long walk had one huge girly gossip. In the last few years a strong bond between us has grown & we tend to confide in each other. Being close in age probably helps but the gist of the conversation was anything from debating over whether to accept dates recently offered (a verbal pros & cons list) to how she really needs to stop wearing heels in my presence when I'm in flats. She is 5'8 in bare feet. I'm 5' in bare feet. It's just not fair!! ;-)

Friday - Mad dash to finish packing & get off early only to be caught in traffic & spend five hours getting back home.
It has to be said that Strop was really good company again & for 4 hours of the journey we spent the time quietly gossiping & smothering giggles at 'inappropriate' comments one or the other of us had made under our breath. The other hour I got bored & listened to my mp3 player. The music was The Kinks, The Beatles & David Gray.

On a seperate note; The Queen visited Cheltenham today & had I been home, she could have stopped for tea as she went almost past my front door. Next time I shall be sure to notify her of my social plans & she can plan her visit properly!

19 October 2009


I am Norfolk-bound tomorrow. On the plus side, it is a County I have wanted to see properly for a while. Particularly the glorious beaches there. Perfect beaches for galloping across on horseback in my opinion.
On the downside, I have a almost four hour journey with my delightful sisters & once we get there, the possibility of sharing a room with one.

I have point blank refused to share a room with C. She is 12 & ridiculously temperamental & moody & I would rather sleep on the floor than share a room with her.

Strop & I have persuaded everyone else that Redwings Horse Sanctuary is on the 'must do' list. So long as I get to go there & go to the beach, I am happy & it is more than likely that as we are close to the beach, I'll be taking myself off for long walks & sea air. Sheer bliss!

I'll back in a week with plenty of pictures & chatter no doubt. Keep your fingers crossed that the sun shines on me while I'm away ;-)
I don't want to be rained on on my holiday!

17 October 2009

The Ginger Rat

As the puppy is affectionately known. He is also less affetionately known as Little Sod, Git and Ginge depending on the seriousness of his latest crime.

He has doubled in height since we got him & when stood on his hidlegs, his paws reach the work surfaces in the kitchen. We found that out to our cost....
His latest toy to be chewed in the living room tonight was a wooden spatula which he gleefully ran under the coffee table with until it was removed from his lethally sharp teeth.
He had stolen it from the washing up bowl.

He is as hardened as hell & where one smack would stop a normal puppy in it's tracks, it takes five with Harley. You can remove him from doing something he shouldn't (like getting on the sofa) tap his bum & before you can blink, he's back on the sofa & behaving as if it's his right to be there.
Setters are very sweet but not for the faint-hearted. They definitely need strong, consistent & firm handling & although massively affectionate, they are extremely strong willed.

Anyway, here are some pictures.

Comfortable how?!

I really don't know how on earth he managed to get himself in to that tangle. Odd dog.

Out of a perfectly good living room, he chooses the T.V cabinet as his preferred spot.

I do like the crossed paws though. Almost as though he is praying & as well he might considering the damage he's caused to my toes & my favourite ballet pumps (my fault for leaving them in his reach really)

"If I look reeeaallly cute, she might let me chew her boots after all......"

".......Maybe not then."

Obviously, Sam's hip was provided solely for Harley's comfort rather than any practical use.

You may think Harley is copying Sam here. Do not be fooled, Sam thinks Harley's introduction to the household is licence for him to behave as a puppy again. To the point of contemplating stealing food which he has never done in his life with us & when I caught him & told him off, the look on his face was that of a child being caught with her hand in the biscuit barrel. Completely mortified & like their body is seperate to their brain & all rational thinking!

Harley is about 13 weeks old here I think. His legs are short & his face is still extremely puppy-like so I think he must be about that age. He's about 17 weeks old in the majority of the other pics.

Same pic but a different angle.

Legs & Co.

As you can see, both dogs are very close & impossible to separate now. Where one is, the other will be found very close by.

This is not so good when at 3am in the morning, they are found doing helter-skelter type runs up & down the three flights of stairs & when caught, Sam's face looked as if it was about to drop on the floor at being caught & Harley just looked at me & then looked at Sam, before looking back to me with a 'It's all his fault. He made me do it!' look.
I think not....

All in all, hard work but lots of fun!

6 October 2009

WPC Yvonne Fletcher

WPC Yvonne Fletcher was 25 years old when she was gunned down outside the Libyan Embassy at 10:18am on the 17th of April 1984 whilst carrying out her duty.
On the 10th of September 2009 it was revealed that a deal, approved by the then Foreign Secretary, Jack Straw, that the Governemnt had agreed to abandon any attempt to seek the return of WPC Fletcher's killer for a trial on British soil.
A petition has been set up in an attempt to bring her killer back the U.K to face trial for her murder. Below is the contents of a message brought to my attention. The link for the petition is included at the bottom of this post.

"You may have seen on the National news that the UK Government has given up seeking extradition for the killer of Wpc Yvonne Fletcher.

The Police Federation of England and Wales are strongly campaigning for this decision to be overruled and the officer’s killer be brought to justice.
As part of this campaign a petition has been set up on the Number 10 website.
We are encouraging every Police Officer in the Country to sign this position and support the cause of a fallen colleague.

Once you have signed please make sure your colleagues are aware and sign alongside you. We the undersigned petition the Prime Minister to urgently seek the extradition to the UK of the murderer of WPC Yvonne Fletcher. More details;

WPC Yvonne Fletcher Petition

Please follow the above link to register your support for this case."

5 October 2009

Glass Houses

People who live in them should not make a habit of throwing stones, let alone boulders.

This week has been the most stressful of my life. The muscles at the base of my neck & my shoulder muscles are in knots & I have had to bite my tongue so many times I've almost bitten it off. By the way, this is a very long & moany post & for that I apologise but I need some way of getting my frustration & anger out without turning to drink or the knife block.

The reason for me feeling this way is my wonderful brother. He phoned my mum up the other week asking if he could come & stay for a week & after some thought she said yes.

The week went something like this;

Saturday: Arrival.

Sunday: Normal Sunday family life & being so stupid as to think my brother (who I shall refer to as L) had maybe grown up a little at last.

Monday: L spends the whole day sniping at me. I realise he hasn't grown up. At all.

Tuesday: L passes comment on every single member of the family. 90% of which is negative.

Wednesday: L has reverted back to being a complete twat rather than the normal 65% twat content. I hide myself in my room for most of the evening as it's either that or I blow my top at his opinions on everyone else's life.

Thursday: L spends the day out. The black cloud that had descended over the house momentarily lifts.

Friday: I find myself constantly walking away from L as I cannot bear to listen to one more bit of sanctimoious 'advice', holier than thou opinions or complete crap that spews out of his mouth on a daily basis.

Saturday: L starts again. I go absolutely mad & flip my lid.....

I know for a fact I am easy to live with. I've been told this by quite a few people. Even my slightly critical mother has told me this. I rarely have a problem with anyone's behaviour & it has to be pretty far out of line for me to comment on it.

On Monday, L spent the whole day passing snide comments on my life & other people's. I kept my mouth shut for my mum's sake. It takes a lot to wind me up but L would push a saint to cursing.
His comments ranged from; "You know what, you should get a job" to criticising my taste in clothes (telling me I look a mess) to my hair & makeup to my love life (!) to various other things he had no business whatsoever to comment on.

I caught my mum's eye on a few of these occasions & she just shook her head which is code for 'don't rise to the bait' because L has a habit of showing off like a 2 year old when he is confronted.

Throughout the whole week he has taken the P. He has borrowed money off of my mum (which he has still not paid back) & despite claiming he is piss poor has miraculously found money to go drinking with. Twice.

My sister works nights & he has told her she sleeps too much during the day. She does an 8 hour shift plus overtime sometimes & sleeps for about eight hours through the day.
L has then got the 16 week old puppy by his back legs, splayed the pup's legs as he's holding them up & attempted to do the wheelbarrow with him. It's a well known fact that the breed of the new puppy can have hip problems & apart from that, the puppy was trying to bite my brother & growling which is an obvious sign he doesn't like what is being done to him.

He automatically helps himself to food & drink. And he is very generous with whatever he has. He doesn't even have the courtesy to ask! All the food & drink in the house is for everyone but it's nice to ask. Especially when he pays nothing towards the house kitty.

He has purposely wound the dogs up. When he's specifically been told/asked not to tease them with food etc.

He has not got out of bed before 11am throughout the whole week he's been here. He then comes down, spills half the coffee & sugar over the clean worktops, comes in to the living room, grabs the remote & turns the TV over, pulls the cushions off the sofa & slouches his stinking body over the whole sofa.
Without so much as a 'good morning' to whoever is in the room at the time. Whether they are watching TV or listening to the radio is of absolutely no concern to him.

My other brother, the aboslute diamond of a brother, has given me his old laptop. L asked to borrow it so I (stupidly) let him. He put it down to go & get something but I noticed that he put it on the coffee table & because he couldn't be bothered to move his mug & plate he perches MY laptop on the edge of the coffee table meaning half of the lap top is hanging off the table edge. I ask him to put it on the table properly because the pup is in the habit of putting his front paws on the table & climbing up or will pull anything left on the table on to the floor. L kicks off & shoves the laptop along the table, slamming the screen down & almost trashing it in the process.
I go mad & tell him he can forget using it again.

His reply? "Fine. If I want to use a computer I'll use somebody else's & not your heap of crap"
At this point I walked out in to the back garden & went for a walk because if I hadn't, I seriously would have slapped him.

He has bought a digital camera with him to use while he is here & despite knowing I absolutely hate having my picture taken at the best of times, has come up to me twice this week & taken horrible pictures of me when I have looked my worst (flu).
In answer to one he took, apparently he's seen better at Gloucester cattle market & I looked like a pig.
I could accept it & shrug it off if he wasn't my brother & if it hadn't been said with such malice.

It would be funny but not when he's saying it about & in front of someone who has a serious hang up about their looks & saying it in a snidey way. I've come to terms with the fact I'm not ugly but I don't ever feel I'm anything more than average & at 18/19, went through a period of eating barely anything & surviving on sugary black coffee purely because of the issues I had with my physical appearance through my teen years that I had blown out of all proportion. I'm not as silly as that now but I am still really sensitive about things & I am aware that I have to gloss over what I don't like about myself or else I know I will go down the same route of not eating & controlling food etc.
He knows all of this so why say it?

So, those are the less annoying episodes of his week here. The main reason I went ballistic on Saturday was because of his attitude & his reply to a simple request of mine.

Saturday morning, L walks in to the living room, slouches on the sofa & says not a word to me.
The rest of the family are out & I ask him if he wouldn't mind giving the kitchen tops a quick wipe over & putting the few things that are in the draining board, in the cupboard.

L; "I might do. I'm on holiday"

GND; "Yes L, I know. But I've done the biggest part of the housework & I need to do something for me now so can you just do what I've asked you please?"

L; "Why the fuck should I?! I don't fucking live here. It's not my mess"

GND; "Actually L, it is partly your mess & regardless of that we're all expected to pull our weight around the house & I don't see why you should be any different"

L "Oh fuck off. You've got fuck all right to tell me what to do"

GND; "Stop swearing please."

L; "Fuck you. Fuck off. I'm not clearing up your fucking crap"

GND; "It's not my crap. It's everyone's, including yours" (I am struggling to hold my temper at this point & I now refuse to give in as a matter of principle)

L; "You haven't got a fucking job. you rely on mum for everything. I look after myself. You ask our stepdad for lifts everwhere, you get mum to do everything for you & you whinge like a spoilt brat over hospital appointments. So tell me why the fucking hell I should clear up the fucking shit everywhere"

GND; "Oh I do, do I? Let's go through this shall we? I am swimming against the tide with jobs & my health is ok but not the best. It's only acceptable because I've worked hard to make it that way & if I want to do something that will take it out of me physically for any length of time, I have to dose myself up on painkillers.
I do not rely on mum. She insists on doing the cooking & other things & refusing offers of help.
I only ask for a lift from D (stepdad) if I know he's going close to where I want to go. And I'm not even dignifying the rest with an answer"

L; "For fucks sake, shut the fuck up. I've got NVQ's, what have you got? Oh yeah, a poxy laptop & a pony. You're a fucking loser"

GND; "Right, I've had enough of you & your attitude. If I'm such a loser, how about you take a look in the mirror & see what a bonafide dickhead looks like? But then again, you wouldn't need a mirror with the amount you wave your dick around,. You & half of the female population of Cornwall should be well aware of what a dick head looks like by now. And asshole would be a more appropriate way to address you but despite speaking a load of shit on a hourly basis, you lack the ponytail"

I then went on to say the below to him;

A: You might have NVQ's but you've probably got a few STD's to go with them.

B: You only supposedly look after yourself because your pregnant girlfriend has kicked you out because you were shagging around with a 15 year old & yu have had no choice but to look after yourself .

C. You have a son who's mother will barely allow you near because of how you are.

D. You already have a child you cannot support, emotionally or financially & despite that, you've gone ahead & agreed to have another one.

E. You have stolen from a previous employer to feed your coke habit. And you relied on somebody else's good nature to get you out of the crap.

F. You lie as easily as breathe.

G. You have the morals of an alleycat. At least I have never had to pay a visit to the clap clinic because I have a case of crabs.

H. I have not driven while drunk & written my partner's car off & because of that, lost my job along with my licence.

I. I have not shit on practically every member of the family in one way or another.

J. I have never purposely put someone down & watched them cry because of what I've said to them.

I. If I really was such a loser I'd have taken the option of getting myself up the duff months ago & getting provided with a shedload of benefits, more help with work than I'm currently getting & a house to myself to live in. As it is I'm not as shameless & low as yourself. And if that makes me a loser L, then I'm overjoyed because at least it means I'll never end up going down the path you've taken.

I then told him that I wasn't going to waste any more of my time or breath on him & that I knew who I'd rather be out of the two of us. Also, that the letters of the alphabet would run out before I got to the end of his list of misdemeanours & cock-ups.

He's the lowest of the low. He's even gone on about the really shitty time I had in hospital. Apparently, he didn't know what all the fuss was about, he's had harder stuff to cope with.
The difference is my health is not of my doing & how the hell does he work out that after having a failed operation that came very close to3 killing me, then having to go back three months later for the exact same operation to be attempted again, is easy?

He's going home tomorrow (which cannot come soon enough) & it's gone from me willing to give him a second chance to only acknowledging his presence if I absolutely have to.

I would go to the train station to see him off & actually make sure he gets on his train but I am slightly concerned that if I did, my next stop would be the police station for murder as I would be sorely tempted to push him in front of the 10:35 to Paddington.

I wouldn't of course. But only because our local emergency services have enough shit to shovel, without adding my brother to their list. ;-)

Oh, and if I had been equal to his well built 6'4 rather than being a tiddly 5' I would happily have slapped him across the face for saying what he said to me but as it is, I'm tiny & he is very tall & finding something to stand on in order to slap him would have completely ruined the effect.

The fire in my belly is often sleeping but when it is doused with the right accelerant it is gauranteed to go from campfire to raging inferno.

*Lots of deep, controlled breaths*

(I'll be back to my sunny self once he's gone.)

3 October 2009

Ohhhh My

Was there ever a better looking man than Mr Butler to walk this earth? As a rule, I'm not one for having a thing for famous actors. 99% of the time I find them too perfect looking & not at all what I consider attractive physical looks in a man. Angelina is welcome to Brad Pitt & the Desperate Housewives can keep Jesse Metcalfe but Mr Butler is a whole other story.....

I am a firm believer that in the main, men absolutely do get better with age and at almost 40, Gerard Butler is most definitely one of those cases.

He is good looking but still retains his masculinity & imperfections (not that there's many!) that make somebody attractive.

Oh yes, the reason for this post? He has beautiful eyes & I have just decided that it's only a matter of time before Gerard comes knocking on my door one morning declaring his undying love for me & realising that actually, I am the only woman for him!*

*Meanwhile, back in the real world, I wake up. Lol

1 October 2009


Sequins happen to be this girl's best friend. Top of my wishlist at the moment is a sequin jacket but it's proving hard to track one down. Blazers were not made for petite girls & neither were jackets where the sleeves are about two inches too long. So I am either looking out for a cropped sleeve one or waiting in vain for New Look to update their teen range with a (preferably) midnight blue sequined jacket.

In the meantime I have satisfied my sequin obsession with this beauty;

It's amazing. I have about 5 sequin berets now & considering they can only really be carried off in the Winter, I've had quite a lot of wear out of them.
Everyone else in my family, with the exception of my sister, all think it is hideous. Whereas I think it's one of the best exchanges for a £5 note out there :-)