Just seen Roy Keane on the telly putting in his two pennorth over Chelsea players, not acting in a professional way said Keane. All this to-do over the manager I expect.
Couldn't get all of what's going on on account of seeing to mum's bits.
But the match, which kicks off soon, looks to be interesting, seeing as Roman has threatened, that unless the boys in Blue get their act together, he'll sack the bloody lot.
Cool!
By the way I've made Spag Bol for tonight followed by Lemon Puddle Pudding.
Must Dash>>>>>>>>>>Kick off:)
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Great news from Nursey.
Fresh pink scar tissue meaning no more bandaging...
Then Nursey and me peering down onto mum's foot cradling it like something newborn. Aaaaah. Only fly in the ointment...toe nails need more pruning.
And so...after exchanging jokey views about pliers, diuretics and the weather the jolly nurse left.
Talking of water...my drain is so blocked.
Already been outside in rubber gloves giving it what-for with a metal pole but so far zilch. Not gone down an inch. I hate grey water.
But let's not be downhearted it's Super Tuesday and all is well:)
Fresh pink scar tissue meaning no more bandaging...
Then Nursey and me peering down onto mum's foot cradling it like something newborn. Aaaaah. Only fly in the ointment...toe nails need more pruning.
And so...after exchanging jokey views about pliers, diuretics and the weather the jolly nurse left.
Talking of water...my drain is so blocked.
Already been outside in rubber gloves giving it what-for with a metal pole but so far zilch. Not gone down an inch. I hate grey water.
But let's not be downhearted it's Super Tuesday and all is well:)
Monday, 5 March 2012
Impressionistic
".....done with shuffling in lightless rooms
She turns fast on brittle heels
hugging under her breath the name of the man she loves
truly......
Two pebbles in a pocket one scratch beneath her heart
I have no idea what the above means. It popped in as I shoved and straightened mum's mattress.
She turns fast on brittle heels
hugging under her breath the name of the man she loves
truly......
Two pebbles in a pocket one scratch beneath her heart
I have no idea what the above means. It popped in as I shoved and straightened mum's mattress.
Bags Girls Bags! Updated
Vanity Case. Price £1. Perfect inside. All I need now is a weekend away. Bought in local charity shop, you know the one, the one where Joan works.
Brain Malfunction Day. Price £2:20. Good condition inside and out. Wish I could say the same about its owner. If truth be told I'm not really a faux fur kind of gal, but there's something ditzy about leopard/tiger print which appeals to the mini-starlet in me. Never lasts long though always return to more serious affairs.
The Red One. Leather. Great looking but a bit fussy due to flap over AND zip. I get ratty with unnecessary excessive closures.
The Wide one in yellow and red, made of silk in Vietnam is as light as a mousse and very friendly. Price can't recall but bought in London in Salvation Army shop on a very wet day.
The Wide white leather one also bought in London, Notting Hill Housing Trust shop, a Kenneth Cole design USA. Gorgeous but so heavy once filled.
The cute patterned black silk one at the back designed by Suzy Smith, a real favourite, been to all kinds of places with me. Some innocent, others, places you wouldn't take your aunt Nellie to. LOL!
The Mauve affair on the right was bought in charity shop on the Sydenham Road, London pricey...£4:95. Why not just say a fiver for heaven's sake. Roomy fun funky vinyl but used when mum was in hospital so have negative feelings about it. Hence no no more usage.
Aah the Tan one with its back to us...Exquisite but stained calf leather and so worn away with someone elses constant use that I can't be seen with it. I have a thing about stains. When I saw it though hanging on the rail it reminded me of Enny bags. And I love Enny bags. So bought it. Twit.
The Patent leather brown one dead centre bought in Hockley charity shop £8. Crumbs I thought but bought it anyway. It's a delicious hark back to olden times when handbags tended to 'Click Shut'. Interior perfect. Fawn suede. Little side pocket for mirror and zipped pocket for something else. No phone pouch. Yippeeeee!
Just been out....
No bags today in the shop but a tiny blue enamel teapot 50p, a German duck mug 40p and, especially so Terry P. can mock the life out of me, a Pewter Hip Flask..
Pic coming later.
Sunday, 4 March 2012
There's Treasure To Be Found in Charity Shops...
A Posh Russell & Bromley handbag bought in London charity shop when I was slimmer:)
Some time today I'll ask Mr H. to take pics of a few handbags bought from Charity Shops.
He may be some time...Meanwhile here's one taken a few years ago. Love the bag but oh dear that skirt!
Talking of Time...
For dinner today a slow roasted bacon joint with parsnips, carrots and tattiebogels, as it'll take a good while to cook I'll probably put a rice pudding underneath.
Also being knocked about...Bread. The last one I made didn't rise as high as I wanted or expected. I remember I was multi-tasking at the time, a skill I have but don't like, at any rate the bread showed its displeasure:(
Sop today's loaf will have all my attention. As should all food.
Someone said the most important thing about food is that there should be some. True. But whether it's bought or grown, lavish or frugal whatever goes on your plate should be shown respect.
I hate sloppy loveless plates.
Have a couple of things I'd like to watch on the telly but time isn't always on my side or even my own so I'll do what I can and hopefully grab a documentary or horror film:)
It's raining as I type.
Dressing gown still on.
Stillness and calm before I go into the front room to see Mum.
A cup of tea first and feed the birdies.
Seals the deal for me:)
Saturday, 3 March 2012
Feeling Fab!
Mr H. and I went to Southend-on-Sea, not for a plate of cockles or tattoo but just to browse and play.
And shop.
And shop we/I did. :)
I saw, in the window of The British Heart Foundation charity shop down by the coastline, theee most luscious leopard print/brown vinyl handbag. Oh yes. Scrambling around in the not-to-touch-contents-of- window, window my little hands grabbed the wicked beauty.
Mmmmm. So bad but so good and so utterly ghastly and without flare or taste but I loved it so I paid the lovely lady cashier £2:20p.
Hugging it I searched for more treasures..
And as Mr H. with head bent to one side perused the groaning book shelves, I happened upon a large dark brown enamel cooking pot. Circa 1970's. Can one nearly die with pleasure 'cos if one can, then I surely did.
But resurrected myself pretty damn quickly in order to hand over £3 to the little lady.
I'd only been in the High Street for half an hour and already loved up.
Could I feel any happier?
tee heeee.
Yes. 3 glass mugs for 99p. Brand New. For serving ice creams with cake as seen on Masterchef.
Yes two DVD's. The Devil's Advocate and Inside Man from a fairly newish shop in the High Street, can't remember the name, but was chokka with folks all fingering the dvd, Blue ray, c.d., Playstation shelves. Lacking some imagination we headed straight to the pre-owned movie area...Where my mouth watered...£3
Then some sustenance from an airy open plan green wicker chaired eaterie called Bird Wood, I think. Just had a drink of tea and orange juice. I think I might take all my friends there. Am willing to foot the bill only as long as no-one wants Ring Donuts. Bit dear.
Anyway...
As my mobile is dying Mr H. suggested getting a new one. Nothing fancy or wham bang lights action sort of thing, just a small communication device so as I can communicate sometimes!
And after a long chat with the gal in Carphone Warehouse, a nice manly yet disappointing talk with Asif in T-Mobile we sped off to Phones 4 U. Nah, numpties and nothing on their shelves which fitted the bill or Mr H's wallet.
So after some advice from a Nerdy poppet in another shop we headed along the highway to another shop called something phones or phones something anyway as I sat in the car Mr H. went inside.
I took advantage of this free time to check out my new cosmetics...All pink and brown. Pretty as a picture pink lippy, crushed walnut colour eye shadow, cucumber eye gel, and not forgetting mum's a Woman too, a pair of toe nail clippers.
So the sun shone in then I saw Mr H. approaching fast. Holding within his white pen pusher hands a small box.
I was so excited!
After some tomfoolery he dropped the box onto my skirt saying "Hope it's alright"
OH MY GOD!
It's pink and shiny and makes calls and does texts and even has the facility to log on and check my emails and blog.
I was so happy again.
We screeched away passing KFC, Subway, Motorcycle shop and kids with balloons. The sun glowed bright and I was going home with simples goodies.
And as the car did turns and sudden stops (bad cyclist) the roll of good lino (Off-Cut) stayed steady...:)
Finally managed to bag some for the bathroom-of-disaster.
Colour?
Design?
Tree effect.
:)
And shop.
And shop we/I did. :)
I saw, in the window of The British Heart Foundation charity shop down by the coastline, theee most luscious leopard print/brown vinyl handbag. Oh yes. Scrambling around in the not-to-touch-contents-of- window, window my little hands grabbed the wicked beauty.
Mmmmm. So bad but so good and so utterly ghastly and without flare or taste but I loved it so I paid the lovely lady cashier £2:20p.
Hugging it I searched for more treasures..
And as Mr H. with head bent to one side perused the groaning book shelves, I happened upon a large dark brown enamel cooking pot. Circa 1970's. Can one nearly die with pleasure 'cos if one can, then I surely did.
But resurrected myself pretty damn quickly in order to hand over £3 to the little lady.
I'd only been in the High Street for half an hour and already loved up.
Could I feel any happier?
tee heeee.
Yes. 3 glass mugs for 99p. Brand New. For serving ice creams with cake as seen on Masterchef.
Yes two DVD's. The Devil's Advocate and Inside Man from a fairly newish shop in the High Street, can't remember the name, but was chokka with folks all fingering the dvd, Blue ray, c.d., Playstation shelves. Lacking some imagination we headed straight to the pre-owned movie area...Where my mouth watered...£3
Then some sustenance from an airy open plan green wicker chaired eaterie called Bird Wood, I think. Just had a drink of tea and orange juice. I think I might take all my friends there. Am willing to foot the bill only as long as no-one wants Ring Donuts. Bit dear.
Anyway...
As my mobile is dying Mr H. suggested getting a new one. Nothing fancy or wham bang lights action sort of thing, just a small communication device so as I can communicate sometimes!
And after a long chat with the gal in Carphone Warehouse, a nice manly yet disappointing talk with Asif in T-Mobile we sped off to Phones 4 U. Nah, numpties and nothing on their shelves which fitted the bill or Mr H's wallet.
So after some advice from a Nerdy poppet in another shop we headed along the highway to another shop called something phones or phones something anyway as I sat in the car Mr H. went inside.
I took advantage of this free time to check out my new cosmetics...All pink and brown. Pretty as a picture pink lippy, crushed walnut colour eye shadow, cucumber eye gel, and not forgetting mum's a Woman too, a pair of toe nail clippers.
So the sun shone in then I saw Mr H. approaching fast. Holding within his white pen pusher hands a small box.
I was so excited!
After some tomfoolery he dropped the box onto my skirt saying "Hope it's alright"
OH MY GOD!
It's pink and shiny and makes calls and does texts and even has the facility to log on and check my emails and blog.
I was so happy again.
We screeched away passing KFC, Subway, Motorcycle shop and kids with balloons. The sun glowed bright and I was going home with simples goodies.
And as the car did turns and sudden stops (bad cyclist) the roll of good lino (Off-Cut) stayed steady...:)
Finally managed to bag some for the bathroom-of-disaster.
Colour?
Design?
Tree effect.
:)
Thursday, 1 March 2012
Blood,Breasts and Stuart Pearce
Three men injured last night...
A smartly dressed Pearcey.
A few goals.
A few cheers.
Many tears.
A lotta blood.
Just another night in with the lads:(
So despite failing to win I relished every one of the ninety-odd minutes, pity we didn't stomp on the Dutch heads, but as sides go, they're not too bad a team to go down to.
(Glo losing her last remaining marble)
I was though, a little miffed by Pearcey's fashion faux pas....Blue suit instead of usual fighting attire of tracky bottoms. Must have been trying to instill fear into the lads by wearing such garb. Love him dearly though..... the nutter:)
Talking of nutters....The F.A. are really giving me the pip. They KNOW who they want so why not let the rest of us numpties know. I'm telling ya, all this is driving me to orange juice. For pity's sake the whole Euro thing kicks orf fairly soon and the boys, bless them, needa leeda. You know another thing, I wouldn't be the least surprised if 'Arry sadi NO!
And neither would I be stunned if some Foreigh Johnny took up residence on the bench. It's a baffling old game.
Cooking tonight and being served quite late.
Sweet and sour vegetables.
Baked chicken breasts.
Thin noodles.
2 Pancake rolls.
And no pud on account of a late lovely lunch.
Gorgeous day weather wise, I went out without a vest.
Cheerio All:)
By the way..I have another loaf rising. Nigh on dusting the fluorescent tube it is. Horrible thing. Tube that is, not bread:)
A smartly dressed Pearcey.
A few goals.
A few cheers.
Many tears.
A lotta blood.
Just another night in with the lads:(
So despite failing to win I relished every one of the ninety-odd minutes, pity we didn't stomp on the Dutch heads, but as sides go, they're not too bad a team to go down to.
(Glo losing her last remaining marble)
I was though, a little miffed by Pearcey's fashion faux pas....Blue suit instead of usual fighting attire of tracky bottoms. Must have been trying to instill fear into the lads by wearing such garb. Love him dearly though..... the nutter:)
Talking of nutters....The F.A. are really giving me the pip. They KNOW who they want so why not let the rest of us numpties know. I'm telling ya, all this is driving me to orange juice. For pity's sake the whole Euro thing kicks orf fairly soon and the boys, bless them, needa leeda. You know another thing, I wouldn't be the least surprised if 'Arry sadi NO!
And neither would I be stunned if some Foreigh Johnny took up residence on the bench. It's a baffling old game.
Cooking tonight and being served quite late.
Sweet and sour vegetables.
Baked chicken breasts.
Thin noodles.
2 Pancake rolls.
And no pud on account of a late lovely lunch.
Gorgeous day weather wise, I went out without a vest.
Cheerio All:)
By the way..I have another loaf rising. Nigh on dusting the fluorescent tube it is. Horrible thing. Tube that is, not bread:)
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