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This Time 15 Years Ago

Boy couldn't sleep this morning and the squeak of the cupboard woke me up. Despite my life-long hatred of 6 am, I got up and sang Happy Birthday, much to his bemusement.

As I write this my clock says 06:49. This time 15 years ago I was exhausted and labouring to expel him from my body (too much information? it's my blog, I can over-share if I want to). I still have trouble believing that tiny, grizzling bundle is now this long and lanky teenager.

I still spend too much time worrying about him. The modern world is a scary place, but I trust he is learning to negotiate it well. More importantly, I still get unsolicited hugs. When we spend time together it tends to be relaxed and we laugh a lot.

I think my neighbour downstairs will be wanting to move out soon, I bought Boy an electric guitar including the amp and 'thank god' headphones. Boy is busy looking on-line for chords and it won't be long before 'My Dog Has Fleas' turns to 'We will Rock You'.

Will …

House Guests

I think it's just the time of year, but I've had a house guest come to stay for the last few weeks, hadn't been around for quite some time, so I suppose a visit was overdue.

Oh yes, the Self-Pity Gnome had come back.

Woe, woe and thrice woe (in a very Frankie Howerd stylie).

I tell you, it got so bad, I went to work without make-up! That's how bad it was.

Honestly, anybody would think there was a death in the family, the way I carried on.

The good news is that my flat can't hold that many people and when Hottie popped by last Monday, she took one look at the Self-Pity Gnome and threatended it with a bottle. It scarpered, fearing for it's life. I tell you what, don't cross the woman, she'll have you for breakfast!

Since then, I've got in some serious pampering. Bought some new work clothes from BHS, I know, not terribly exciting, but I was pleased with my purchases. I've had my hair cut and coloured. I've got around to trying a YSL nailpolish give…

Addendum

Further to my recent post on spam...one e-mail had me in stitches this morning.

The subject line read:

Make her grotto wet of pleasure.

Really.

I've never heard it called a 'grotto' before. And in such a grammatically awful way, as well.

Just shows you can learn amazing things from unexpected places.

The Excitement that is my What Life

It's Friday evening. I've come home from work, peeled off the work armour and am now lounging in comfy clothes. Boy and I had a brief, shouted discussion that went along the lines of:

"I'm off to hang out with my best friend. I think I'll spend the night. I've got my stuff. Bye!"

So it's just me and the cat. I think this calls for a Chinese takeaway and a large glass of naughtiness. I deserve it.

As part of my Sales and Marketing remit, I get to receive the joy that comes through the info@ e-mail address. You know how much I love spam. Generally speaking, I receive 91 e-mails a day from that address, and of those 3 will be work related. Picture me, clutching my coffee, tapping out 'I don't want your fake degree' or 'I don't care if you are a busty, blonde lonely Russian babe' in morse code on my [delete] key. Perhaps if I set it up right, I could play a tune on it. I get regular reminders from Nat West, Abbey National and HSBC to …

Happy Thursday

I haven't blogged since last week simply because I wanted to give people the chance to take part in the previous post.

It had nothing to do with my wild weekend with the Viking in the Fens. And absolutely nothing to do with the ghastly bug which inflicted itself upon me Monday and pretty much ruined this week.

However, I decided I would live to fight another day and I'm pretty pleased I did. Being poorly is no fun at all. This evening, I sit here in my jammies and pink, fluffy dressing gown, grinning like an idiot. A few weeks ago, I had to give the MR2 back. It needed to have some work done on it and the tax ran out (long story). So I've been driving The Director's other car - a SAAB. The Saab is incredibly comfortable, solid and rather light on it's feet. Unfortunately, as well as all the bells and whistles you could ever hope for, it is very thirsty. It does bugger all to the gallon and has a huge tank to fill.

This afternoon we finally got my act together and got…