• Bit of a catchup.

    During the past week or so, I have had the house to myself for most of the time, my youngest daughter is on holiday and hubby has been away working. the house has been quiet and that's not a bad thing.

    I have made good use of my time; I managed to motivate myself to get started on decorating the bedroom that was recently vacated by daughter number one. I enlisted the help of a friend, and with her help, the job is now almost completed.

    I have bought new light fittings which need putting up and I intend to have new floor covering in there. I can't make my mind up what to put down i.e. carpet, vinyl, laminate?

    I am going to move one of the computers in to the room, and some of my hubby's music stuff so that I can reclaim the area that they currently occupy. It still needs to be a spare bedroom as well, so hence the dilemma.

    I don't know how many times I have said that I intend to de-clutter? I've definately mentioned it on here before, and I do keep chipping away at it. The reality tho' is that I'm a bit of a hoarder, and hate to part with things that could still be useful or have some value.

    I keep kidding myself that I will gather all this stuff together and take it to a car boot sale, but I'm a "good gunner" as my Dad would have said - "gunner do this" "gunner do that" (gunner = going to)

    It seems that I've always been a procrastinator, because I can remember my Dad saying that to me as a child "You're a good gunner you are M'" So, how do I break the habits of a lifetime, and actually do something about it? I reckon that I will have to start making quotas for types of possesions e.g. clothing, ornaments, cds, gadgets etc then when new ones come in, an old one has to be sacrificed to make way for it. on that note, I think I'm going to start planning what can go lol.

    I have other stuff to write about, but I'm not going to open the flood gates, that would be a bit much, considering the recent drought.
    Bye for now then MSS.

  • Not blogging

    I have been sitting at the computer for about an hour, reading all kinds of things and making my presence felt with the odd comment or two. I am aware that my blog is probably being starved of posts recently. I will address that situation later, but just now, I'm not blogging :roll: I'm going out. I don't know where to, but I've got no-one to answer to except the dog and she'll probably be going with me so she won't mind.
    Bye for now :wave:

  • The mouse matters.

    Just wanted to share something that I just discovered: when using a computer, the mouse matters! My hubby bought a new one today, and I've just got on the computer. I was surprised to find that things seem to happen faster with this new mouse. I didn't know that it would have that effect. I was under the impression that my hand eye co-ordination and dexterity were what mattered, but no, it seems that the hardware makes a difference. Well, you live and learn.:-/

  • Good day for team GB!

    Just wanted to say well done to all the British Olympians who won medals today and also to all who did their best but didn't manage to get a medal.
    Good Show guys! :)

  • Gym and chips.

    I haven't been going to the gym recently due to my bad back, but last week, I had an appointment with one of the trainers to discuss the situation.

    A new "rehabilitation" programme was planned for me and another appointment made for 14 days later. The idea was that I would have attended at least six times to do the workout by the time the meeting date arrives.

    As a week had passed, and I had not attended at all, it was looking increasingly unlikely that I would manage to do the six attendances, but today I made a start.

    It seemed to go fairly well although I am expecting to be a bit stiff and achey tommorrow. However, I'm pleased that I went.
    The gym made me hungry, so I called at the takeaway and bought fish and chips for supper, not really a very wise decision I know, but it made sense when I did it.

    On the way home I had to make a detour because the road was blocked, there had been an accident, I could see one car blocking the road and there seemed to be smoke, so I'm not sure if there was another vehicle that was burning.

    The police were in attendance, but they hadn't had time to start re directing traffic, I was able to do a U-turn and go home by a different route, I just hope that no-one was seriously hurt.

    That was a few hours ago, just now as I'm typing, I can hear police sirens going again, so it seems that the boys (and girls) in blue are having a busy night.

  • Anyone for comments?

    As I haven't had anything of interest to write about for the last day or two (do I ever?) I've been spending my computer time reading and commenting, catching up with one or two people on my friends list.

    I enjoyed looking at some excellent photos in photography blog. People seem to get great results with their digital cameras. Some of the contributors have specialised equipment, but many are just using fairly basic cameras. It is a joy to see the range of things that are photographed; birds and flowers are popular, and the weather provides endless photo opportunities.

    My hubby bought me a camera for my 50th birthday, it wasn't cheap, and I'm sure that I should be able to take close ups, but I don't seem to do very well with it. The fault probably lies with me rather than the camera, as I am a bit of a technophobe, and can't really be bothered to study the instruction book (it is a BOOK) so I suppose I'll just keep doing what I can with it for now.

    Signing off now, it's almost bedtime x

  • Blah, blah, blah etc...

    Well, here I am , it's past midnight, and I'm waffling on the computer again.

    The difference between this waffle and the earlier post is ...two bottles of Magners cider, so, I wonder where the Magners will lead my thoughts - down a blind alley or along a wavy line in the road me-thinks.

    Once upon a time, I was a young woman, and drinking alchohol on a weekend was a normal and indeed favoured pastime. In fact, in my early twenties a night out was not considered to be good unless I was somewhat inebriated (is that spelled correctly?)

    Yes, I can remember (vaguely) the "good old days" when I used to go out at least four times a week, get drunk, and then get up in the morning bright eyed and off to work without a care.
    Sadly, time has taken its toll, nowadays my booze consumption has to be severely restricted, due to my body's inability to deal with the toxic effect of booze.

    Consequently, it is not very often that I bother to go to the pub, because pub = booze = hangover Yuk, nasty, don't like it!
    It's strange how things change, we have different phases in our lives when we see things from a different perspective. In my case, I went through the "drinking years" from 16 to 23, the (more or less) tee- total child bearing years from 23 to 32ish, responsible occasional drinker years from 32 to 42ish and then; the old body seemed to reject alchohol as an undesirable contribution to my metabolism.

    As I said, just a few drinks will give me a severe hangover, so I do restrict my intake as much as possible.

    Last weekend however, I was invited to a Garden party, live music free food and drink, so off I went, with all my good intentions, "I will go and enjoy myself without having much to drink", and I did, for the first four hours, unfortunately, the party went on for another six hours after that, so in spite of my efforts at pacing myself, I ended up having one or two beers that I should not have - hence, Monday was spent mostly lying on the settee feeling sorry for myself Yuk, nasty.

    This evening, as I've already mentioned, I have drunk two bottles of cider, so tommorow will be a bit borderline as to how I'll be feeling, depending on my liver's capacity to deal with the evil beveridges.

    I don't know why I bother with the drinks that I have, because it's not worth suffering for the relatively small amount of drink that it takes to give me a hangover.

    Old habits die hard I guess, but I suppose in my case, it is a fairly rare event for me to go out, so it could be argued both ways, "don't worry about it, if you enjoy a drink now and then, and suffer the consequences accordingly". On the other hand, "if you don't need to drink most of the time, then why not just leave it alone altogether if it's going to make you suffer?"

    Don't ask me! I can't work it out. I'm going to sleep on it! :wave:

  • Motivation or not..

    What a mysterious thing it is: motivation or indeed the lack of it, is a factor which has an effect on everything that we do with our lives.

    According to Funk and Wagnall (todays dictionary of choice) motive is a conscious or unconscious need, drive etc that incites a person to some action or behaviour.

    This seems to imply that we require some sort of "payback" for every action that we make, which is a fair enough assumption, but what interests me more is the subtlety of motives, how come for example can I find the energy and enthusiasm to be totally immersed in the renovation of my daughter's house (which I won't be living in) but can barely be bothered to do the basics in my own home? (which I do live in)

    I'm feeling a bit irritable today, is there a full moon due :??: my moods seem to be ruled by some external factor, so it could be that!

    I went shopping yesterday, and bought some new winter shoes, how's that for forward planning?

    I haven't had a holiday this year and I'm feeling a bit badly done to (Yorkshire phrase, means sorry for myself)

    I would like to apologise to anyone who has taken the trouble to read this post, because having glanced through it, my conclusion is that it's a bit of a random waffle; but hey ho, what the heck, it obviously filled some need, otherwise I wouldn't have been motivated to write it:crazy:

  • Yorkshire day did not go un-noticed

    As I am clearly a fan of my home county, and have been known on occasion to sing its praises here on my blog, I thought I ought to mention, that Yorkshire did not go un celebrated in my neck of the woods.

    I went out with friends for a good old Yorkshire Chinese meal:)) and apparently all my daughters neighbours at the terrace had a street party on Thursday evening because there was no electricity indoors, (no tele's or computers to amuse themselves with) so they all just took the beer and butties outside and played I spy ;) It could only happen here in Yorkshire ;D

  • Oh no, the boiler's flooded!

    Just as we thought that the work and stress at the terrace were over and my daughter is starting to settle in, something else has happened.

    On Thursday, the rain in our area was particularly heavy and prolonged, this for some reason also affected the electricity supply. My own house was only disconnected very briefly, but the power at the terrace was off all afternoon and evening.

    My daughter arrived home from work at about 6pm to find water flooded in the boiler room which had flowed out into the lounge. The electric was off, and we (not being very technically minded) thought that this was somehow relevant to the fact that the boiler had (it seemed) sprung a leak.

    In an ideal world, we would not have called for help, preferring to try to fix it ourselves if possible (thus avoiding expense) but on this occasion, with gas, electric and water to consider, we had to admit defeat.

    So, faced with a call out fee of nearly £200 which she didn't have, A' has agreed to pay a monthly insurance fee for her heating system instead. As a result, a repair man came today, he took the front off the boiler, fiddled about a bit, dried it out (on the inside, we had already done that externally) and concluded that there was nothing wrong with the boiler but she should get someone out to look at her guttering, because water appeared to have got in through the boilers' ventilation outlet and flooded it!.

    The neighbour has now confirmed that water was spewing over the guttering during the heavy rainfall, hence another phone call has been made and further expense forthcoming, the phrase comes to mind "It never rains but it pours" I do worry about how she is going to cope with all the cost and responsibility of running a house on her own, unforseen bills like these certainly won't help matters.

    On the bright side, as I said earlier, she is settling in now, and about 95% of the decorating is done, there are just a few bits and pieces that still need attention, so I will have to try to encourage those along.

    My back is improving slowly, I am a bit more mobile now, but not quite dancing the Irish Jig yet :P

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