Thursday, 28 April 2011

Catching Up

I love spending time with Spud, but having some time apart today has enabled me to catch up on a few things that have been rather neglected recently. After a spot of lunch with Treasure, I treated myself to an activity I haven't had time for in a long while. I did some baking and made Chocolate Almond Biscotti. After that, I finally got round to planting my strawberry seeds. I bought the kit ages ago because I absolutely adore strawberries and fancied growing my own strawberry plant (although judging from my track record with pot plants, this one doesn't stand much of a chance). Then I got down to doing some practical jobs, including filing some paperwork, and doing some tidying. I can't stand my room being messy!

Today has made me realise that all couples need some space: some time to pursue their own interests, or simply to catch up as I have this afternoon. Some of my colleagues from my last job were happy to be apart from their partners for several days at a time (which is probably why they lasted longer than I did in the job). Spud and I aren't like that, but we still need a bit of time apart as this is healthy. Having got on with the tasks that were previously hanging over me, I am now refreshed, and looking forward to seeing Spud tomorrow!

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Sunday, 24 April 2011


It was the atmosphere: row upon row of people; the music and the singing; the Easter décor and banners; the great big smile on our minister's face and the passion in his voice as he led us all through the service. 

It was the words: the gospel reading, which we all spoke together in unison; the prayers and songs; the testimonies and Bethany's contribution; Spud's fearlessness, his lack of nerves through and through, as he stood at the lectern and told us the journey of his faith. 

It was the adrenaline racing through me as we were called up and welcomed as members; the way my nerves diminished because the sea of people I faced were my family, my loved ones; the way I gave the wrong response for the third membership vow (and knowing that it didn't matter because God knows what I meant and that I meant it with my whole heart). 

It was that moment of standing in the pool with Spud and our minister; seeing Little One standing up on his seat so that he could see, feeling the murmur of the crowd; one hand on Spud's back and the other on his arm as we lowered him into the water, and watching him rise back up seconds later. 

It was the warmth of the people that came to greet us afterwards, the hugs, the kind words, the feeling of belonging somewhere at last; the smell of the freesias presented to me; saying goodbye to my family who leave tomorrow, yet knowing I have family here; keeping half an eye on Little One who raced around the church, looking so smart and cute as a button in his suit; watching the water being drained from the baptismal pool so that it could be dismantled and put away. Until next time. 

All of these things stirred my soul and made my day. I am spiritually buzzing. 

Easter Sunday


a beautiful day

for a


(Writing style shamelessly copied from Anna's blog Beyond the Misty Stars, because she captures life so perfectly and I wish I could write like her!)

Saturday, 23 April 2011

#46 Pink Confetti

It fell from the tree and left the road and rec looking like the aftermath of a wedding party. It pooled at the roadside, forming pink puddles, so vivid and so beautiful. It made me feel a little sad. The tree I was admiring just last Sunday will be bare within a few days. 

Later, I watched Spud dozing in an armchair, as I'm sure he'll do when he's an old man. I thought to myself, this is what it will be like to grow old with him. And I liked that. When it was time to go I put my book away and climbed into his lap, smiling as he resurfaced from sleep. 

We walked past the playground, alive with activity, and to the quiet church around the corner. The main door was locked, and so we sat on the step, side by side, but only for a minute because the side door opened and our friendly minister ushered us in. The baptism pool had been erected, and we had a little run through in preparation for tomorrow. We even had a little practice at the immersion part, although not actually in the water. I took in the Easter décor: the cross at the front, the flowers and the banners. I think Spud's baptism tomorrow will be very powerful and moving. But then, baptisms always are. I rarely make it through dry-eyed. 

Friday, 22 April 2011

#45 Coming Together

I was thinking recently about my hobbies and interests, and realised that the satisfaction I get from partaking of these is from watching things come together, which is something most of my hobbies and interests have in common. When I write, I get a real thrill from watching the page fill with words and a story emerge. When I knit I love watching a piece of knitting grow from just a few small stitches. The same goes for sewing, particularly when I'm working on a piece of patchwork. I also love to do jigsaw puzzles, and making the picture more complete with every piece. I get so excited about life in general when I see things fall into place, or when a solution to a problem is revealed, an answer to a prayer. 

This is just a random observation, something that struck me the other day, and it has given me something to blog about at least. 

Thursday, 21 April 2011

#44 A Flower

We were sitting in a cafe, drinking tea, when an elderly gentleman rose from the table behind and approached me, proffering the prettiest flower, white with pink edges. He said it didn't fit in his pocket, and that it would suit me better. He was with a lady, presumably his wife, and I was with my fiancé and my family, so nothing about the situation struck me as being sinister, but I couldn't help but remember Prelude to a Kiss, particularly when the gentleman took my hand and gave it a friendly squeeze (Spud later said something similar had crossed his mind). He had been an explosive expert in the war and had been awarded seven medals. It was very sweet of him to think of me. I thanked him profusely and wished him well as he went on his way. It was a touching moment. 

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

#43 Palm Sunday

Pictures from Sunday

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

#42 New Beginnings

Today, as I was racking my brains trying to think of something to blog about, I realised that I haven't mentioned my new job at all. I've attended three training days over the last three weeks, two for my induction and the third for till training, but started for real last Friday. I was very impressed by all that I saw and experienced that day. I went around with a colleague who taught me all I needed to know, and then the next day I began to work solo. Of course, there was a lot to take in and I wasn't expected to take everything in, but there were plenty of people around to assist if I came into difficulty. 

The biggest adjustment I've needed to make is getting up at 4.15am so that I am ready to begin work at 5am. However, I haven't found this too much of a challenge so far, but probably after my first full week I'll be telling you a different story! I just have to make sure I get to bed by 9pm at the latest the night before a work shift, but I found after a day of work I was more than ready to go to bed at this time and slept very well. 

I also have to adjust to having so much free time on my hands! I only work 16 hours a week, and I always finish work at 9am which means I have the rest of the day to myself. I also work set hours, and always have Sunday - Tuesday off. I have the option to do some overtime, and will most definitely try to pick up some extra hours, but my set hours cover my rent and petrol costs at least, which is something. 

I found the content of work enjoyable, and even therapeutic. I like the challenge of trying to find the item required. I will eventually have to complete an order in a set time, which will make the job even more exciting. The handset I use to scan items with is basically 'idiot' proof, which reduces the likelihood of mistakes and makes the device fairly easy to use. 

My hope is that I'll settle in quickly and make some friends. I also hope I'll prove to be a satisfactory member of the team and do my part to ensure the company's excellent reputation continues. 

Monday, 18 April 2011

#41 A Day With Emily

Yesterday we had a lovely day on the beach with my family, but you'll have to wait until I can get on Spud's computer for the photos, as I'll probably use up my internet usage for the whole month uploading them! Instead I'll blog about today. 

My friend Emily has been in my neck of the woods since Saturday, visiting her brother who (as it turns out) lives very near me! Emily came over yesterday evening and stayed the night, putting my spare bed to use. She even signed Treasure's visitor book which dates back to 1953! We spent this morning showing her around the city, but as it turns out, two hours isn't nearly enough time. We did fit in a visit to the cathedral though, which is really the best place to start in any city, and as it was her first time we documented the trip with a few photographs. 

Unfortunately, Emily had to catch the 1.30 train down to London to see her granny, but she's hoping to return in the summer to complete her tour of the city! I haven't seen her in nearly a year but it was wonderful catching up with her, and showing her a little bit of my world. 

Sunday, 17 April 2011

#40 Heartwarming

Yesterday I spent a good twenty minutes in a waterside fish and chip shop, feeling like I could gain about a million calories just from inhaling the air! It was a pretty evening; the setting sun painted the sky and surrounding clouds pink. I would've taken a photograph, but I was just so eager to see my family! The chalet they're staying in is minute and basic, but cosy and cute. It smelled so strongly of paint that it made my nose run, but I liked it. I think if I could get rid of all my clutter I could live quite comfortably in a place like that. Sometimes I dream of simple living. 

We ate in the living room/kitchen, sitting in a semi-circle on the comfy leather sofas, enjoying the grub and the company. I was just so happy to have the five people I love the most in one room, and away from the sadness of death and loss. The holiday is just what we all needed. Afterwards we ate vanilla sponge cake (made by dad!) and then watched Britain's Got Talent, which every year I vow not to watch and then always do! And it really made us all laugh out loud!

By the time we left, I'd been awake 18 hours (19 by the time I got to bed). Although I had a little rest on Spud's bed while we were waiting for my family to arrive, I didn't quite fall asleep. And then, this morning, I awoke from strange dreams before six, which shows my body is already adapting to my new sleep pattern, but thankfully I fell asleep again until some more reasonable time. 

Today my parents are coming to church with us, and then we hope (weather providing) to enjoy a picnic on the beach. Little One will be joining us as Spud and I have started taking him to church, and he loves it so much that he wanted to go yesterday. And then, in the evening, my friend Emily is coming to stay the night as she is in my neck of the woods! I am so happy and excited, my heart is warm. Maybe I'll take some photographs today to share with you tomorrow. 

Saturday, 16 April 2011

#39 Always Waiting

I'm waiting for my family to arrive. They are coming to stay for Easter week!

I'm waiting for the day Spud and I can find a place of our own. 

I'm waiting for nightfall so I can lay my weary head down and sleep. 

I'm waiting for tomorrow when my dear friend Emily comes to visit. 

I'm waiting for my wedding day. 

I'm waiting for Spud to return so I can make peace after being tired and ratty. 

I'm waiting for the day my book is worthy of being published. 

I'm waiting for the children I hope one day to bear. 

I'm waiting for the day I meet my dear friend Anna. 

I'm always waiting for something. What are you waiting for?

Friday, 15 April 2011

#38 Loveliest of Trees

I'm too tired to post today, so I will leave you with this delightful poem by A. E. Housman that I came across the other day.  

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide. 

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more. 

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

Thursday, 14 April 2011

#37 Brightening Up

Yesterday Spud and I headed South and visited my other grandpa, who was diagnosed with cancer a few weeks ago. Although he is home from the hospital now, he's receiving both oxygen and scheduled visits from carers as he is incontinent and bed-ridden. While I knew he was in a bad way, I wasn't quite prepared for how weak he really was. When I arrived he was lying feebly on the bed looking extremely pale and weak. His face brightened when he saw me. I kissed his cheek and held his hand, my eyes filling with tears which I blinked away before he noticed. He commented on how cold my hand was in his own. 

My grandpa is not a man of many words, but we talked with him until the carers arrived, and he talked a fair bit in return. Even conversation was a physical effort for him, and once or twice he had to pause mid-sentence and take several deep breaths before he was able to continue. My eyes stung on those occasions, but I don't think my distress was visible to him. I just tried to be as normal as I could, and to take his mind off his discomfort. Granny said over lunch that he had talked a lot more than he usually did. What really pleased me was the way he seemed to brighten up as the day went on. 

When we got back in the evening after seeing some friends, dad told me granny had rung to say grandpa really enjoyed our visit. I'm glad Spud and I were able to provide him with stimulating conversation and a bit of a distraction from his present circumstances. We still don't know the full extent of his cancer but it's not sounding good. 

Wednesday, 13 April 2011

#36 Heaven

At the funeral yesterday, my mother and her siblings all gave a personal tribute to Grandad. My aunty, who was with him when he passed away, spoke of the last few days of his life. Despite his dementia, he had moments of lucidity. Once he distinctively asked for my mother. He gave other small signs that his old self hadn't been defeated by dementia. And of course, he smiled until the very end. 

Shortly before slipping into a coma, he said to my aunty, "heaven". She told him that the Lord Jesus had forgiven his sins and that he would be with him very shortly. Apparently, at this, my grandad had looked so joyful. 

The service was lovely. There were moments of sadness and moments of great joy as we remembered where my grandad has gone to be. It was a real celebration of the life of a great man, who will always live on in our memories. 

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

#35 The Car From Another World

This is ‘Spud’ doing a guest post for ‘Kess’. She did ask me a while back to do one, and I did start, but it ended up as a bit of a boring ramble which would probably just bore you all. Today’s post probably won’t be of great interest to you either, but I’ll try and keep it short(ish).

‘Kess’ may have mentioned I have a bit of an interest in cars, ok, a bit of an obsession. Well, one car, the Renault Avantime, holds a special place in my heart. I put this car in my top 3 favourite cars, alongside the Jaguar XJ220 (a beautiful supercar from the early 90s) and the Lamborghini Countach (a mad but iconic super car from the 70’s and 80’s). The Avantime is my achievable dream, as much as I would love an XJ220 or Countach, with the prices being comparable to houses, I’m unlikely to be able to ever afford one.

So, why is the Avantime special? Afterall, it’s a Renault, loads of people have them, they’re not special. Well, the Avantime is quite a unique car. It originated as a concept car, for those who don’t know, concepts are built by companies and displayed at shows as one-offs, some are there just to show off new technology or styling with no intention of the whole car to be put into production, others are a demonstration of what an upcoming car will probably look like, this allows companies to see how much the public like it before putting it into production, so they can make minor changes, although they usually make the concept a bit sportier than the production model just to whet the appetite. The Avantime came into the former category when it was unveiled in 1999, it really didn’t look like a car that they would actually build. However, in 2001, they put it into production virtually unchanged! Well, externally, the concepts interior was completely typical concept - looks nice but far too expensive and impractical for a production car.

The Avantime is a coupe-MPV, a new hybrid-class car which was supposed to appeal to err, well, that’s where it went wrong. Big Renaults are never popular over here, why spend Mercedes money on a car that has no image and might fall to bits, as well as losing all its value? The Avantime is based on an Espace, the original MPV, but it only had 5 seats, not 7, and 3 doors, not 5. So it was a less practical Espace that looked nice. But it is very nice, its totally different with is silver coloured aluminium roof bars, and pillarless doors which create a continuous open window space from the front to the back of the passenger compartment, well, you can see from the pictures, and whether you love it or hate it (or are indifferent) I think you will agree that its completely different and will always turn heads.

A couple of features that can’t easily been seen from the outside include an enormous sunroof (area of 1sq/meter) and a button which simultaneously lowers all the windows and opens the sunroof, making it as close to a convertible as you can get without actually having one. The other unique feature about this car is double hinged doors, as you can see the doors are very long (if you’re nimble you can get in the back without moving the front seat!). With a normal car hinge to open the door enough to get in would mean you would need plenty of space, something you don’t have in a multi-storey! With this design the Avantimes doors only need the same amount of space as a Clio (Renault’s supermini).

So, why am I writing about this? Well, as I mentioned earlier, this car wasn’t too appealing to buyers, and as a result there are less than 450 in the UK. So, I get quite excited whenever I see one, but jump at the chance to drive one, which I got the opportunity to do yesterday. As we are visiting family, we are in a different part of the country, and there was a garage with one nearby. I have test driven one before when there was one at a local garage, about 3 ½ years ago. This one was the favoured colour (illiade blue, as used in the promo pics) and had the more economical engine (it’s not very economical unfortunately). Apart from the lack of heated seats and cruise control, which isn’t a great loss, this car was perfect, as it was also fairly low mileage and in excellent condition.

Driving the Avantime itself isn’t an overly amazing experience, like many modern cars there is a sort of disconnection between the driver and the wheels, our current car, a Perodua Kelisa, very basic car, is a very involved driving experience, whereas the Avantime is more like driving a space ship. You sit miles away from the windscreen and pilot it around, but it’s lovely and quiet, and the engine is very sedate, it’s not sporty (although it was supposed to be as it has a turbo and 165bhp). The car glides along giving you a wide view of the world from your elevated position, you can sit comfortably, looking across to the digital speedo that sits far back into the dash. Kess also drove the car, and although she agreed the car was a very different driving experience to our current car, it was still something she would be happy to drive.

Please check out my website to see some pictures, videos and info about the car.

Monday, 11 April 2011

#34 A Happy Kind of Sadness

Dear Grandad,

We went to see you today. The funeral directors brought you home to Grandma's house at 10 o'clock this morning, and there you will stay until the funeral tomorrow. 

The first thing that struck me was the peace that seemed to emanate from Grandma's house, something that every visitor has commented on. We sat in the room where you died (I sat in more or less the very spot where you breathed your last) but it wasn't sad or macabre. We talked about you. We laughed. We shared a time of prayer. 

You would be so proud of grandma. She has been so brave and so practical. She wanted to keep you at the house until the funeral, but the warm weather prevented her from doing so. She urged us all to touch your head, even just for a second, because she said that this diminishes the fear of death, and she was so right. You looked so dignified and peaceful that although we all felt an acute sense of loss, it was hard to feel sad. Any sadness we felt was, in a way, tinged with happiness. Happiness because you are at peace and no longer suffering. 

As grandma said, you are not here any more. You are with the Lord, and one day we will see you again. She cried a little as we viewed you, and spoke to you so tenderly. I know she loved you so very much. You shared nearly 58 years of marriage, and even though you didn't know who she was towards the end, you still showed her that she meant a lot to you by kissing the back of her hand whenever it was near. 

Afterwards, mum and dad showed us the church, and the pub where the wake will take place. We also visited the cemetery, and the double plot where you will be laid to rest. Trees lined the pathway, their branches laden with pink and white blossom, and the stunning view of the river was not in any way affected by the dismal weather. 

Thank you for touching all our lives. It has been a privilege knowing you, and it was a privilege seeing you looking so peaceful in death. I miss you and I'll never forget you. I know that one day we will meet again, but in the mean time I'll strive to make you proud of me. 

All my love,


Sunday, 10 April 2011

#33 Homemade Truffles

Spud and I made truffles last night. They are so simple. All you need is:

40g butter

40g icing sugar

100g plain chocolate

100g sponge trifle fingers

1. Finely crumble the sponge fingers.

2. Melt the chocolate and butter in a pan.

3. Add the icing sugar and crumbs to the chocolate and butter and mix thoroughly.

4. Leave the mixture in the fridge for 30 minutes.

5. Take a small amount of the mixture and mould into a ball.

6. Roll the ball in some icing sugar and then put to one side.

7. Once you have used all the mixture, place the truffles in the fridge for another 30 minutes.


Saturday, 9 April 2011

#32 The "Sex" One

I don't know why I feel compelled to share something so deeply personal, especially as I know several of my readers in real life. Perhaps it's because since reaching adulthood three different women have recognised me as a virgin just from talking to me. This might be because of my openness about my religious beliefs, or perhaps from the way I behave. On the whole, however, most people assume that because I'm in a serious relationship I have had sex. 

Spud and I have been together for nearly four years, and have known each other nearly five, but we decided even before we started going out that we didn't want to have sex before marriage. This wasn't an easy decision to make, and has been even harder to enforce, particularly when we were in a long distance relationship. We wouldn't see each other for long periods of time, and then we'd be together 24/7 for a couple of weeks. We certainly haven't made it easy for ourselves. 

We have another year to go before marriage, but in the time we've been going out we've known many couples meet, get engaged, and marry. I feel that by waiting we're showing our commitment to each other and our commitment to God. In this day and age, sex has become such a casual thing, and by waiting we're making it something special. We have the rest of our life together to enjoy that side of our relationship. 

However, I do realise that this is a personal choice, and I don't want to sound like I'm judging other people, which I'm not. I just wanted to share my thoughts. 

Friday, 8 April 2011

#31 The Future's Orange

The sun shone its approval on me as I geared myself up for my final day at work, and the blue skies lifted my spirits. I spent the first part of the day working with a colleague I've never worked with before, and she was lovely. I spent the second part of the day eating take away pizza and cake. It was a long day, but one of the nicest shifts I've ever worked. 

As torn as I felt when saying my final goodbyes, both to service users and colleagues, something lifted and I sang all the way home. It is a relief to know that I am closing the door on 13+ hour shifts and sleep-ins, and that I'm opening another door to something new and, hopefully, better suited to me. I am certain, though, that the future's bright. The future's orange. 

Thursday, 7 April 2011

#30 Surreal

Grandad's funeral is on Tuesday so my leaving day has been brought forward. To tomorrow. Originally I should have had another five days. I am ready to go, don't get me wrong, but at the same time I know there are aspects of the job that I will miss. Namely, the people I support and my colleagues. 

As prepared as I was for Grandad's death, it still hasn't quite sunk in. As prepared as I was for leaving my job, my leaving date has come around so suddenly. I'm very tired, and everything seems rather surreal tonight. 

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

#29 My Hero

Grandma Sparky is my hero. For the last eight years she selflessly cared for my grandfather, often at a cost to her own health when his mobility deteriorated and he needed to be lifted. It was a long time before she was granted the help she needed, and even then it was only her sheer determination that secured this. Over the last eight years I can only remember her having respite once, and that was ruined a day in when Grandad escaped from the residential care home. This was the care home's fault because they had not made it secure enough for the residents, but after being on the receiving end of my Grandma's fury they had the correct security installed within 24 hours! 

Grandma also nursed my Grandad in their first year of marriage when he became extremely ill, almost to the point of death. He had to rest for well over a year and somehow Grandma managed to oversee his care and bring home the bread. Grandad recovered, and they spent the next decades bringing up five children. Now she must adapt to being a widow, but I have every confidence that she will cope. 

So, to summarise, my Grandma is awesome. Actually, both my grandmothers are awesome. Granny J is having to deal with her husband's sudden deterioration. He is out of hospital now but very ill and currently incontinent. Granny has been so brave in the midst of this crisis. It must be an overwhelming situation for her, and what amazes me is her stoicism. 

Grandma and Granny have shown that the women of my family are strong, both physically and emotionally, independent, willful and determined. They are both my heroes and I like to think that I take after them. 

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

#28 Rest in Peace

Last night Grandad Sparky passed away peacefully. We were all prepared for his death as he was in the later stages of dementia, and has been up and down since a particularly nasty fit in February. Over the last few weeks he has been watched over at night by Marie Curie nurses, because he would often stop breathing. He also seemed to have difficulty in swallowing, as though he had forgotten how, which meant it was a real struggle to get him to eat and drink anything at all. There have been many occasions where we thought, this is it, but he would surprise us by pulling through and smiling his beautiful smile from his deathbed. My mother's reports have been very reassuring. I don't think my grandfather really suffered during his last days. 

My grandmother was diligent until the very end. She has dutifully cared for her husband all these years, fighting to get the support she needed and finally, after a long battle, securing it. My heart goes out to her. It must be a relief to know that Grandad is at peace, but at the same time it will be strange for her to be alone, now that the man she shared nearly 59 years of marriage with has gone. My heart also goes out to my mother and her brothers and sisters, who have just lost a beloved father. Again, the death was expected, and for many years Grandad hasn't know who we are, but at the same time, his demise will leave a hole, and that will feel strange for a while. Any prayers for my family will be much appreciated. 

Monday, 4 April 2011

#27 The Lake of Dreams

'Mesmerising and haunting, The Lake of Dreams is a startling story of family secrets and lies, lost love and redemption, and of the many little pieces and puzzles that make up a life. 

'It will enthral readers the world over.'

I found Kim Edwards' second novel compelling from the very first paragraph. I immediately fell in love with her writing style which is delicate and deeply poignant, flowing and never straining for effect. Jodi Picoult describes the novel as 'simply beautiful.' 

The story is told from the point of view of Lucy Jarrett, a young woman who, on reaching a crossroad in her life, is driven back to her home town, which she left more than a decade before.  On returning to her childhood home, she discovers some documents, locked away in a window seat. When Lucy tries to place these, she uncovers a secret surrounding her family history, and determines to find out more...

The setting is so important to the storyline, and Kim Edwards succeeds in capturing a real sense of place. She brings her characters to life, enabling readers to feel akin to them. The storyline is deeply moving and unpredictable, making it a real page turner. This is a truly delightful read, and I strongly advise that you pick up a copy!

Sunday, 3 April 2011

#26 Mother

On the phone tonight she sounded so tired and my heart went out to her. I was sad not to be there today. She deserved to put her feet up and have lunch cooked for her, but that was not to be. She spent most of the day with her father who is dying. His time could be any day now. 

We talked for about an hour, and after we hung up I remembered the last time we had coffee together, about six weeks ago. I drove her to her appointment with the chiropractor, feeling so grown up, as it was the first time I'd driven her any distance in my own car. Afterwards we went to a garden centre we had often visited when I was little. We found a window seat in the cafe, and looked out over the estuary, watching the trains pass alongside the water. As we talked I thought, I miss this, and realised that my mum is one of my best friends. I love spending time, just the two of us. 

Happy Mother's Day, mum. I love you!

Saturday, 2 April 2011

#25 Welcome, Weekend

Finally, at 8 o'clock this evening, I reached the end of a very long week at work and the beginning of a three day weekend. When I'm next at work I will be exactly a week away from my leaving date. I'm so ecstatic that I would turn a cartwheel if I knew how! Lol

Welcome, Weekend! Feel free to stay as long as you like!

Friday, 1 April 2011

#24 April Fool

Spud and I had a prank planned for our Facebook friends today. We were going to change our relationship status to married and pretend we'd eloped. We were even going to take a photo of us dressed in wedding attire (me in one of my white summer dresses, and Spud in his suit). We didn't go ahead with it in the end. It's been such a busy week that we haven't had a chance to get a photo done, and also I didn't think anyone would believe us. I was also feeling very tired and lacking in motivation. 

I did trick Spud though. I told him that I stayed up late last night completing the 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle we've been working on since February. Today's date didn't cross his mind and he was a little bit disappointed that I hadn't waited for him! I quickly reassured him that the puzzle was far from complete (and probably won't be for at least another two months!) and reminded him that today was April Fool's Day. 

So, did anyone else play a prank?