A long long time ago, in a lifetime that feels far far away, I used to smoke. It was 14 and a half years ago when I quit. For advice on quitting cigarettes please Click Here. I had been smoking for years, from before I was even old enough to buy tobacco myself. I had tried several times to quit and never succeeded. I smoked at first to try to “be cool” and fit in, then it became a way to cope with the stress in my teen years. I was still smoking when I met Blokey, but he was also a smoker so he didn’t exactly encourage me to quit! We made each worse I think, when you see someone else light up it was harder to ignore the urge. Occasionally I smoked because I wanted to, but in honesty the majority of fags were sparked up by addiction. We […]
I don’t know about you folks, but I know that I drink way too much coffee and not enough water. To me water is boring, I don’t like it. Since I moved to Gloucestershire I’ve not liked the taste, it’s just not like Cornish water. Two days before my wedding the kids and I popped up towards the capital to the WWT London in Barnes as guests of Robinsons. There was a serious talk for the grown ups, whilst the children all went outside with WWT staff to play. Dee wasn’t “feeling it” at all this day and was on the verge of losing his marbles – he doesn’t fit too well with young children, I think he prefers the company of adults. Luckily though there were coasters – lots of them, so he kept making card houses to knock down.
A little while ago I was sent the Triop World kit from Interplay for the children to review. Despite often being found in the toys and games sections of shops, Triops are not toys – they are real life pets. The cool thing is they are prehistoric, almost unchanged since the time of dinosaurs and swamps. I though Dee would be all over this kit, but he said he was too old for it, he’s 13 though. Jen didn’t need to be asked twice if he wanted to hatch some pet triops with me. To start them hatching you need to have a lot of hours of daylight and have the water around 20 degrees Celsius. Also you can’t fill the tank with tap water, it will kill the eggs before they even hatch. They like it old fashioned – rain water or spring water only. Lucky for us we […]
Have you ever noticed just how stressful it is travelling as a family? If you’re travelling alone or even as a couple, at least you only have to worry about your own commitments, but when kids are involved it makes the whole process of booking a holiday far more difficult. First of all, you have to try time everything with school holidays (unless your family are too young for school yet, or you home educate) which brings all of your costs up, and then you have to look for places that are packed with things to do so you don’t have to worry about them being bored. With all of this in mind, I thought I’d write a quick post today on travelling with a family.
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.