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.
Purgatory. Groundhog day. And so on. Yesterday (Monday 26th) the carpet was meant to be laid to finish off the living room following on from over a month of home improvement work. It’s pretty much done now, just a few little bits and bobs left to do such as re-hanging family photos and sewing some curtains. But yesterday this happened … Yes, Carpetright ballsed up. After I was so complimentary about them too! My review of Carpetright which needs editing now I think.
If you read a pet food label that said “with extra meat” or “made with meat” you might think that is a good choice for your fluffy friends. It might be, but it might not be what you thought either. Meat content is something I look for on Freya’s food and treats. If there are two products that are similar then I turn them over and compare the small print. Freya Woof likes a foul smelling meaty stick chew in beef flavour, and in one of the better value shops in the city centre they sell the same thing by 3 different brands. I want nice things for my hound, and I assumed the most expensive choice would have most meat but it was no where near as high percentage meat as the middle priced brand – The cheapest option was as you’d expect, made of “meat derivate” which could […]
Am I the only person in England that knew nothing about the Tour de France being in London today? Off I merrily went up the Northern line as I had been in central London this morning and afternoon. I had two hours to kill until my reserved train home. Camden the other half suggested, so off I went in search of shoes, something to fit these giant feet. On attempting to return to Paddington for my train home to Gloucester I got held up. Three selfish idiots holding the door open on the tube so their mates didn’t have to get the next tube. Then just mega busy trying to get past people in Paddington.
On Monday we drove up North to Cayton Bay in North Yorkshire, near Scarborough. The reason we came so far from home was my sister wanted to visit where our Grandparents lived. A place we remember for good and bad times. Upsettingly my sister let us down and hasn’t come – I won’t say much on that in case she reads this but I am disappointed. We wouldn’t have gone on a 4 hour drive except she suggested we go somewhere together. Now on to Park Resorts….. When we booked this months back we paid the deposit then a few weeks later got a very stroppy letter saying words similar to “you haven’t paid the full balance yet so your booking is cancelled and deposits lost”. We phoned the number on the letter and the phone system was a nightmare, I think on the third attempt we got through to […]
As I’ve possibly mentioned a few times, Freya Woof comes home tomorrow. YAY! I think she’s adorable, gentle and friendly. The Kennel Clubs and pedigree Saluki breeders say she’s “unacceptable”. She can’t be a real Saluki as her colour is Brindle. Ohh whoa is me, my woofers is a non-permitted colour, banned by kennel clubs across the globe. *sarcastic face* Dog Worlds post on this. The UK Kennel club. Northern Saluki Club, see third paragraph. The examiner have a good story on the Saluki controversy. On other dog sites I’ve read things about Saluki’s being culled murdered as puppies. 🙁
What is it with (some) men and toiletries? I currently have no shampoo as apparently it’s the same thing as shower gel. No, no it is not. One is designed to clean hair, one to clean skin. Skin is alive, hair is dead from the moment it leaves your scalp. It’s not the flipping same, it.is.not. And yes, it annoyed me! I would have had qualifications in this if I wasn’t skint as a late teen. I did hairdressing, don’t tell me something I *know* isn’t true. It properly winds me up…. So I saved this until Friday just to join in with Mummy Barrow’s ranty Friday, then I don’t seem like a serial complainer. Please, people, donate shampoo to me. I’ve got loads of shower gel, and zero shampoo. I’d love to fill the bath full of shampoo in a dirty clean protest. I am not washing my hair […]
Dear doctors/NHS/PCT or whoever thanks for swapping my tablets. Thanks very much for not explaining why. Thanks even more for not even mentioning it and causing me to panic thinking it must be a mistake, maybe my dyslexic handwriting was to blame on the repeat prescription request? What on earth is this medicine written on my repeat prescription? It’s certainly not an actual repeat! Male readers be warned, period talk! I take contraception as bleeding control. I bleed at random times and for prolonged *periods* of time. My periods are two weeks to about three months apart, I can’t guess when, I can’t plan things – I never know when it’s going to be a bad time. This would be unpleasant for any woman I’m sure. But for me, with an extreme phobia due to nearly dying of erm, female bleeding issues, it’s pretty hellish. I’ve been on Cerazette for 4 years. […]
After reading Rachel’s blog post entitled Homelessness on the rise I really felt I should write my experiences. As a young adult I wasn’t in a good place, often I had no income, rent to pay, and no food in the cupboards. I would often go “scrumping” and take fruit from trees I could climb or knock fruit down from. Sometimes I would take the out of date stock from behind Sainsburys and Safeways. I was very skint and was threatened with eviction many times. So skint I accepted a job at £40 per week for 38 hours work. Unbelievably this was not where or when I became homeless. Instead of renting flats I had to rent rooms, be a lodger in the homes of others. Only eating my “free food allowance” at work some days, no breakfast or lunch. It’s not ideal, but it could be much worse hey? […]
The lovely Eliza had a bit of a rant at the weekend, she calls this “Sunday Soapbox” and if you haven’t read it, I really think you should. http://www.mommatwo.com/2013/07/sunday-soapbox-privilege.html Sunday Soapbox. Privilege. Few things anger me more than the privileged few telling the rest of us what we’re doing wrong. Those who are born into money, a comfortable lifestyle, who have easy access to everything that makes life more enjoyable, to a good education, to support and success, and to employment and more of the same in adulthood, do not understand poverty. They do not understand poverty. They do not understand the difficulties that people in their own towns and cities are living with, right now. They do not understand that being poor is not a choice that people make because they are lazy. They do not understand that for some further education is not an option. They do not understand that […]
The following is stolen quoted from Jax’s post Liveotherwise – Have you ever been annoying? Well be careful then, you might be about to become a criminal. Sadly, I’m not exaggerating. You see, in a drive to simplify our somewhat overburdened legislation, the government is currently considering a new Bill, the Anti-social Behaviour, Crime and Policing Bill which could make being annoying a criminal act. They are looking at replacing ASBOs with IPNAs – Injunctions to Prevent Nuisance and Annoyance. Now, preventing nuisance and annoyance probably sounds like a great idea. But, think about this properly. This can be applied to a child from aged 10 or up. Do you know any child from age 10 or up that is never a nuisance or annoyance? Perhaps you’re still not worried because after all, there will be a carefully described and thought through series of checks and balances, right. Um. (1) […]