Hairy bought me two washing up brushes.
I bought myself some Dream Matte Mousse foundation.
Over on my food blog I've rattled on about what we'll all be eating tonight. That is, when Mr Horsehound gets in. Being sent crazy by another tube strike.
Bob Crowe. Who needs him?
The snooker has been fantastic today.
Urban spaceman Dominic Dale is making a tremendous comeback against sour face Bazza Hawkins. It's 12 12 as I write. Come on Dominic, you adorable fruitcake.
England's Trump and Australia's Robertson are giving each other the pip. My money is on the thunder from down under.
No worries.
Must dash....Got to see if Dale wins!
Wednesday, 30 April 2014
Tuesday, 29 April 2014
Four Eyes is better than no eyes. UPDATED
As my glasses are now impossible to wear I'm chomping at the bit to get to my lunchtime appointment at an opticians in Rayleigh. Never been to this shop but I've been reliably informed it's ok.
I'm being seen by a Mrs Juniper. What a lovely name. I'm feeling happier already.
By the way, mums eating a lot of boiled eggs.
Oh my!
What a delightful day.
Eyes tested by the delightful Mrs Juniper. A very easy lady to talk with, made me feel very at ease, so at ease in fact that we could barely part.
I know a lot about her family and she knows a lot about mine.
Felt good not being rushed, not feeling as if I was one of the herd, like in Specsavers. After the test I had the undivided attention of a man in a suit. And you know how much I dig that.
But after such an exhausting test and chinwag with Ms Juniper I decided I needed to take some air before committing to a frame, so orf Hairy and myself went.
A cuppa was the order of the day. Along with a buttered crumpet.
Then back to Rayleigh Vision Centre...
After an hour or so I finally plumped for a pair of tortoiseshell Anna Sui.
It was love at first sight. Whether or not they completely suit my face, character, colouring or finances I knew they were the specs for me.
I must have tried on twenty pairs, all very nice, all very suitable, but the Anna Sui pair with a small beige rose on either arm, sung their arty lungs out.
And so, hopefully, within a few days, they will be my new face furniture.
I'm being seen by a Mrs Juniper. What a lovely name. I'm feeling happier already.
By the way, mums eating a lot of boiled eggs.
Oh my!
What a delightful day.
Eyes tested by the delightful Mrs Juniper. A very easy lady to talk with, made me feel very at ease, so at ease in fact that we could barely part.
I know a lot about her family and she knows a lot about mine.
Felt good not being rushed, not feeling as if I was one of the herd, like in Specsavers. After the test I had the undivided attention of a man in a suit. And you know how much I dig that.
But after such an exhausting test and chinwag with Ms Juniper I decided I needed to take some air before committing to a frame, so orf Hairy and myself went.
A cuppa was the order of the day. Along with a buttered crumpet.
Then back to Rayleigh Vision Centre...
After an hour or so I finally plumped for a pair of tortoiseshell Anna Sui.
It was love at first sight. Whether or not they completely suit my face, character, colouring or finances I knew they were the specs for me.
I must have tried on twenty pairs, all very nice, all very suitable, but the Anna Sui pair with a small beige rose on either arm, sung their arty lungs out.
And so, hopefully, within a few days, they will be my new face furniture.
Monday, 28 April 2014
Change As Good As A Rest
Didn't do our usual Hockley run.
Mum way too out of sorts so mum stayed on her Bed of Crumbs. But, for me, a leisurely stroll up the hill to the post office, chemist and newsagents.
Felt odd being out without mum but in a weird sickly way felt supremely blissful too.
I took in all the flowers and hedges and painted houses, I sucked in the warm air and car fumes and stopped now and again.
Seeing as I broke my glasses yesterday it's a wonder I got there at all. Right arm snapped off. Tried sticking it together but that was a rubbish idea. So on the phone to optician.
Other Things I've Done.
Sewing and cleaning.
Made a pelmet. Badly.
Cleaned up like a pro.
Been a tonic to mum by giving her a jolly good gentle talking to.She's depressed about everything, Unable now to wash or go to the bathroom alone. I'm required at all levels. A state of affairs she's always dreaded.
As she fell onto the bed after trying to wash her hands I felt an overwhelming desire to hold her tightly telling her how much I like and admire her and that we will get through this awful thing and come out more alive than ever before.
But I held off on account of never having done it before.Never been a huggy huggy family and so to go from being quite formal to overdosing on luvviness seemed almost impossible. But I did sandwich her hands between mine.
Anyway she knows how I feel
I show her everyday.
Sausages tonight.
Mum way too out of sorts so mum stayed on her Bed of Crumbs. But, for me, a leisurely stroll up the hill to the post office, chemist and newsagents.
Felt odd being out without mum but in a weird sickly way felt supremely blissful too.
I took in all the flowers and hedges and painted houses, I sucked in the warm air and car fumes and stopped now and again.
Seeing as I broke my glasses yesterday it's a wonder I got there at all. Right arm snapped off. Tried sticking it together but that was a rubbish idea. So on the phone to optician.
Other Things I've Done.
Sewing and cleaning.
Made a pelmet. Badly.
Cleaned up like a pro.
Been a tonic to mum by giving her a jolly good gentle talking to.She's depressed about everything, Unable now to wash or go to the bathroom alone. I'm required at all levels. A state of affairs she's always dreaded.
As she fell onto the bed after trying to wash her hands I felt an overwhelming desire to hold her tightly telling her how much I like and admire her and that we will get through this awful thing and come out more alive than ever before.
But I held off on account of never having done it before.Never been a huggy huggy family and so to go from being quite formal to overdosing on luvviness seemed almost impossible. But I did sandwich her hands between mine.
Anyway she knows how I feel
I show her everyday.
Sausages tonight.
Friday, 25 April 2014
Columbia O'Rourke And Her Lost Love
Columbia O'Rourke
thin as paper lantern
dry unblinking eyes of tankard grey
sits, lays, wanders
untying, smelling notes
of Great Love
her hair her hair yellow as yolk hangs unwashed, nooselike
and scruffy sable brows sadly hoisted
by remembrance
Angela
thin as paper lantern
dry unblinking eyes of tankard grey
sits, lays, wanders
untying, smelling notes
of Great Love
her hair her hair yellow as yolk hangs unwashed, nooselike
and scruffy sable brows sadly hoisted
by remembrance
Angela
All Action.
Well for some of us at least. (Hairy and me cooking, shopping, gardening)
Mother insists on slouching on the bed surrounded by newspapers, screwed tissues, stray painkillers and crumbs.
A full on snooker fest will have us, that's the ever present Hairy Suit and me slumped on the sofa this afternoon. And while watching evil O'Sullivan I'm hoping to see an improvement in little old mum. Now THAT would be a good result.
Oh well she might be immobile but at least she's breathing.
I've got spicy chicken wraps for lunch.
Mother insists on slouching on the bed surrounded by newspapers, screwed tissues, stray painkillers and crumbs.
A full on snooker fest will have us, that's the ever present Hairy Suit and me slumped on the sofa this afternoon. And while watching evil O'Sullivan I'm hoping to see an improvement in little old mum. Now THAT would be a good result.
Oh well she might be immobile but at least she's breathing.
I've got spicy chicken wraps for lunch.
Thursday, 24 April 2014
Updated
Mum is being silly.
By refusing to pay the rent on her flat. This came about on Tuesday when in a pale sick rage she told me she wasn't doing it.
'Oh no' I thought as I collected her pension I now have one more thing to be concerned about. The letter from the council will surely drop on the mat and it'll be down to me to deal with it.
Am I being a beast?
To put a stop to this worry I secretly paid her rent via a loan from Hairy Suit who will be reimbursed today via my carer's allowance.
Mother's tacky tentacles stretch ever more into my life. Around my heart. I'm wondering how much more empathy is left.
She's my responsibility yet when it comes up in general conversation she barks that she is capable of running her life, her finances. No dear, not any more.
What happens next Monday when her rent is due again I dread to think.
But today it's sunny and nicely warm so we're off to finger flick the rails in charity shops in Southend.
Hairy Suit playing chauffeur.
But me, I'm holding onto my pennies.
Mum can do whatever she likes. She usually does.
Mum took to the bed and has stayed there all day. So it was with a heavy heart Hairy and myself set off to the seaside in search of bargains.
After a look in Oxfam we meandered our way past a couple of singing inebriated guys to set foot in the YMCA shop (next to the dentist) and I'm so glad we did.
Because within its badly decorated space I found two fab bags. One of dubious plasticity for mum and one vintage rose coloured leather beauty. Simply stunning. Old and a bit faded. But mouthwateringly handsome all the same. And at just £2.99 both Hairy Suit and I were happy little shoppers.
Back home to a sleeping mummy where even the whiff of a McDonald's hamburger didn't excite her. But as Hairy and myself drank our tea watching some great snooker mum gently handled her new bag and nibbled on a Morrisons custard tart.
Oh, in the YMCA shop I also picked up a big fat brown faux leather notebook/diary/shopping list book. A kind of poor mans Filofax Originally from Smiths and in spankingly good condition, a real steal at £2.99. And as Mark Selby potted effortlessly and Ali Carter grimaced I jotted down a few lines of too infrequent verse...
Publish tomorrow.
Now back into the front room to eventually watch but immediately listen to O'Sullivan beating up gentleman Joe Perry.
Listening to on account of having my back to the screen as I wash Mother's sores.
By refusing to pay the rent on her flat. This came about on Tuesday when in a pale sick rage she told me she wasn't doing it.
'Oh no' I thought as I collected her pension I now have one more thing to be concerned about. The letter from the council will surely drop on the mat and it'll be down to me to deal with it.
Am I being a beast?
To put a stop to this worry I secretly paid her rent via a loan from Hairy Suit who will be reimbursed today via my carer's allowance.
Mother's tacky tentacles stretch ever more into my life. Around my heart. I'm wondering how much more empathy is left.
She's my responsibility yet when it comes up in general conversation she barks that she is capable of running her life, her finances. No dear, not any more.
What happens next Monday when her rent is due again I dread to think.
But today it's sunny and nicely warm so we're off to finger flick the rails in charity shops in Southend.
Hairy Suit playing chauffeur.
But me, I'm holding onto my pennies.
Mum can do whatever she likes. She usually does.
Mum took to the bed and has stayed there all day. So it was with a heavy heart Hairy and myself set off to the seaside in search of bargains.
After a look in Oxfam we meandered our way past a couple of singing inebriated guys to set foot in the YMCA shop (next to the dentist) and I'm so glad we did.
Because within its badly decorated space I found two fab bags. One of dubious plasticity for mum and one vintage rose coloured leather beauty. Simply stunning. Old and a bit faded. But mouthwateringly handsome all the same. And at just £2.99 both Hairy Suit and I were happy little shoppers.
Back home to a sleeping mummy where even the whiff of a McDonald's hamburger didn't excite her. But as Hairy and myself drank our tea watching some great snooker mum gently handled her new bag and nibbled on a Morrisons custard tart.
Oh, in the YMCA shop I also picked up a big fat brown faux leather notebook/diary/shopping list book. A kind of poor mans Filofax Originally from Smiths and in spankingly good condition, a real steal at £2.99. And as Mark Selby potted effortlessly and Ali Carter grimaced I jotted down a few lines of too infrequent verse...
Publish tomorrow.
Now back into the front room to eventually watch but immediately listen to O'Sullivan beating up gentleman Joe Perry.
Listening to on account of having my back to the screen as I wash Mother's sores.
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
The current catastrophe at Man Utd reminds me of when, in the 1970's, Brian Clough took over as manager of Leeds FC.
The players weren't happy so they wouldn't play for him. Consequently the once unbeatable Leeds went rapidly down the pan. And Clough was sacked after 44 days.
But Cloughie went on to bigger shinier things like managing Nottingham Forest ...1975 - 1993. We'll forget about his 8 month stint looking after little Brighton and Hove Albion. Even greatness has its off days. It was with Nottingham Forest that he gained godlike status.
Regarding Moyes......After hearing what commentators have been saying I concur. IN that there was a lot of sulking and swearing in the dressing rooms which led over paid over cossetted players throwing tantrums on account of new boy Moyes doing things differently.
Rats to that they said........ and so the search begins for a replacement...
I see Chelsea drew last night...
The players weren't happy so they wouldn't play for him. Consequently the once unbeatable Leeds went rapidly down the pan. And Clough was sacked after 44 days.
But Cloughie went on to bigger shinier things like managing Nottingham Forest ...1975 - 1993. We'll forget about his 8 month stint looking after little Brighton and Hove Albion. Even greatness has its off days. It was with Nottingham Forest that he gained godlike status.
Regarding Moyes......After hearing what commentators have been saying I concur. IN that there was a lot of sulking and swearing in the dressing rooms which led over paid over cossetted players throwing tantrums on account of new boy Moyes doing things differently.
Rats to that they said........ and so the search begins for a replacement...
I see Chelsea drew last night...
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