For some reason Wednesday is now referred to online as ‘Hump Day’, I’m not entirely sure as to why they call it this, but having my brain in the gutter, I picture Wednesday’s to be the day when we are all meant to be at it like rabbits, humping away to our hearts contents. Obviously, I realise it’s because Wednesday is deemed as the half way point and so you’re over the ‘hump of the week’. Personally, I’m usually in a hump by Wednesday, this week I sure as hell am! It’s half term, I’ve never really understood why parents…
What is it with Sunday’s ? You wake up, register that it’s the last day of the weekend and instantly feel low. All of a sudden your weekend feels as if it’s over when it’s actually only half done. Suddenly all those jobs you’ve been mentally listing throughout the week must get done and they must get done today, damn it! Realistically you have a hope in hells chance of actually ticking all those boxes before Monday lands but God loves a trier. It’s especially funny if you’re desperately trying to carry out said chores whilst entertaining children, you can…
Eleven years ago today I was in the middle of a wardrobe crisis deciding upon a first date outfit for an evening out to the cinema with the workplace hotty. Back then Paul had the look of the late Heath Ledger (when he starred in 10 Things), he had long dark curly hair, a goatee almost chinstrap and stubble I desperately wanted to run my hand over. To be honest I was fairly sure the date would amount to either nothing whatsoever or at best, a one night stand as quite frankly, I saw Paul to be way out of…
I am actually quite overjoyed, the sun was back from its winter vacation today, God knows where it went to, probably the same place that all our lost parts from toys end up. Whatever, I’m so glad to see its back even if it was only for an hour before it clouded over. That hour meant that E had a chance to bounce out some of her Duracell bunny like energy before nap time, which in turn meant that nap time happened and I got time to have a brew and finish some bits and pieces around the house. I…
I’m never really sure where to begin when starting a new journal. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a blog and whilst I should really start from the very beginning and give you the back story, I’d probably only bore you and it’s most likely that over time my posts will yo-yo back and forth filling in the gaps. That and I’m a bit of a self confessed whinge and I do tend to harp on about the past all too often as I’m not like Elsa (I can’t ‘let it go’). That being said, this once I’m actually…