At the weekend I went out. I went to the local park. I went out as myself, with people like me… dressed in my rainoiw peacock printed dress and a faux fur coat. I left my house that afternoon, saying goodbye to my husband and children. I felt no fear as he joked about me going out on the pull for a wife. I went somewhere I should have felt completely safe, free to be myself. I went with a friend who is similar, looks straight so everyone assumes he is. He’s not, he’s bisexual too – one of us “hidden queers”. It’s not a phase, it’s not a joke, it’s us being honest – we know that we are different.
Recently I was offered the chance to have one of my dogs DNA tested to try to learn more about them. Both were rescues so it’s hard to find out much about them. I believe that they are both saluki, as does our vet, and the Dogs Trust where we adopted them from also did.
This time last week I was in a pub, no big deal… except I was holding my new husband’s hand. Friday at lunchtime, almost exactly 15 years since we met I finally married my partner of nearly 15 years. As you can see we weren’t a traditional couple. I wore a long purple dress, and he was in a PacMan suit.
I’m in a relationship that I hate and makes me feel low, but he won’t let me get out of it. I have told him repeatedly how unhappy I am, but he says he loves me so we should be together, but that doesn’t make it any better for me. What does love mean? I don’t even know anymore.. Embed from Getty Images We have only been together for 11 months, but for 6 of those months I have been telling him that I’m unhappy; nothing has changed. The guy I fell in love with, the funny guy who would do anything to make me happy, has been overshadowed by a selfish, manipulative, nasty man who makes me cry more than anyone ever has before. And coming from a girl who has been bullied and raped in the past, that is quite an achievement.
This post has been written as a diary over the last few months, and will go live near the big day. Until then Blokey wants it hush hush. January. Around his birthday I drop to one knee and tell him how much I love him. He doesn’t say yes or no. This is very very him, and exactly what I expected! A few days later he emails me. The line that sticks in my mind is “you seem to take my hesitation as a rejection. it is not”. I had to check that that was indeed the YES I had read it as. He asks me to keep it under the radar – what a challenge to a blogger to not tell the world that after 15 years of knowing my other half, he will finally be my husband. I will be his wife, I won’t be a “Miss” any […]
Eagle eyed followers of my social media channels may have noticed a little change recently – glasses. That’s right, spectacles, face furniture, four eyes and so on. I bought my first pair from Boots Opticians in the city centre. I got them half price using a voucher on the eye test reminder letter, helpful that. You can see these here. I still paid a fair chunk of money for them, and extra for the purple tint on the lenses. The pair that came in the post today were from Firmoo.com and I am very impressed with them at the prices they sell for. I saw this is an excuse for some photographs…..
As I grew up in Cornwall massive Satellite dishes such as at Goonhilly, and miles of cabling such as Porthcurno were not an unusual sight to me. Living near plenty of fishermen I heard about the patchy Ship-to-shore phones all the time. Some of the lads loved it, being out of reach or at least pretending to be if the wife phoned up for a chat. I’ve never chatted to an astronaut in person about communication in space though. So who do you think is better connected?
This weekend I went to Malvern flower show with my pal. I had never been before, but it reminded me of Royal Cornwall show I used to go to with my grandparents as a small child – except there were no cattle or sheep shows. In one of the school gardens I saw a great idea I had to try. They had pint milk bottles with strawberries growing in them, all suspended on a horizontal bamboo cane. It inspired me to try something similar myself. A school garden based on Shakespeare’s Tempest. I knew that this wouldn’t last long term. A pint bottle is too small for decent root growth, and bamboo is strong until it gets waterlogged then it rots. I would likely give way at around fruiting time for the berries.
After several months of silence and keeping a secret I broke it rather loudly. I put an announcement on the big screen of a televised and sold out rugby match. Yup, it’s true. I proposed back in early January, I had it booked just 2 days later. I’ve waited many years, I wasn’t going to waste time planning. Haha.
Quite some time ago I decided that I wanted the attic space to become an attic playroom for the boys – I got as far as adding carpet to our boarded out loft. It doesn’t quite allow for full standing up there, which is why at the moment the boys just use it to play with their LEGO train sets. It would be great to get back up there and really crack on with some with some work so that Jen and Dee have a play space they’ll use more often. We still need to use space up there for storage too but because of the angle of the roof we have a lot of wasted space, space I would like to fill with proper cupboards designed for silly spaces. I’ve been looking on Homify for ideas, and this is a sort of wish list. I know a lot of […]
If you’re at all like me you probably don’t like giving off the shelf gifts to friends. I like homemade, something with a bit of thought, love and effort in it. So when Leslie at Decorque Cards offered to send me a greetings card I thought about upcycling it in to a guest book for a friends wedding. Please note the names of the couple are on the front of this card, which is why the top middle is covered in each photo, I don’t want to ruin it. I gathered what I needed for this project… A cute greetings card. (This one by Decorque Cards can be found here .) Good scissors. A ribbon. A hole punch. Some glue. Several sheets of nice paper.
A short while ago I was taught CPR and other first aid basics by junior doctors that were striking. Well Mr Hunt didn’t want to talk about the unsafe working contracts so unfortunately that means the biggest strike in the NHS ever. *Slow clap for Jeremy Hunt* I agree with the need to strike, but I expect for this full on walk out they might have less public support. After the morning school run I’ll be heading to the hospital and joining them on the picket line. I’ve never felt the need to do something like this – yes I protest – but normally by petitions and writing not in person. For example this petition signed by over 330 thousand people including myself, who want it known they have no confidence in Mr Hunt.