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2009-03-11T10:14:27+01:00

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does this work?

2009-03-07T10:12:03+01:00

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oh so very quiet

2009-03-04T13:14:34+01:00

so grumpy bum boy is off being buried alive in a hole in the snow for his fun and games territorial army shit. seriously, my tax money is being spent on sending a load of toy soldiers off to play in the snow? what in case we go to war with Switzerland?

ah well.

what this means for me is a super lovely peaceful house and that I'm four days in to give up smoking attempt number 2345.a.

the one downer to the alone time is that little cat has chicken pox. poor wee mite. he being super brave tho.

we been having a great time but he really does miss his dad. oh I spose I might miss him a bit too. but really don't miss the constant shouting. since Friday morning I haven't been shouted at/told off/ whined at/tutted at. tis blissful. stomach tying up in knots at the thought of his grumpy return.

sigh.

when he happy he fine but he just so god damn miserable. I don't want to live under the constant black cloud.

he doesn't mean to do it and before he went away he was trying really really hard not so be such a misery. almost succeeded. but now I'm on such a knife edge that the slightest slip from him, a tut, a voice volume slightly raised and my nerves are twanged, my back is up and I'm on the defensive.

bah.

what's all this shit about having to work at relationships? rubbish. I've never had to work at one before and I really don;t want to have to now. if it's too hard run away, surely that's the rule. stupid baby/tattoo/mortgage combo makes that slightly harder tho.

and I quite fancy having little cat number two...

think I just need some way to tune him and his moods out when he back home. I've almost sorted out the living room downstairs so perhaps having another room to hide in might help?

dunno.

anyways poo to long blogs and yay to twitter. come try if you haven't. I having ace fun stalking minor celebs and spouting stream of conscious nonsense in under 140 characters

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twit

2009-02-16T14:56:54+01:00

bit bored of blogging right now. gone all twittery instead. come follow me @tinyminds if you want to know what I just had for lunch and how much bombay mix I have stuck in my bra.

on the plus side the updates are v short so less room for rants!

soon I'll tire of that too and just start shouting how I'm feeling at strangers in the street out of the window

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snow day

2009-02-02T12:41:52+01:00

well that was less fun than I remember snow being...

got up to snow snow everywhere. feeling happy that it was monday and sure that a little bit of snow wouldn't shut the nursery me and little cat head off into the white.

hmmm.

really wish I had a snow plow on the front of the buggy. where it was really deep I had to do wheelies to get through it.

it'll be okay tho, it's only down the hill a bit....

text from the boy, his trains were cancelled. he on the way home. poop. well maybe he can give me a hand... I might need it.

make it to the nursery, the last hill is the worse... and of course, its closed.

brilliant.

try to get back up the last bit of hill. fail.

nice man helps me carry the buggy over the worse bit but I still don't have a hope of getting home up the big bit of hill.

sob.

little cat started out quite interested by all the white stuff and saying snow snow snow (well more like no, no, no but I know what he meant) but was becoming a bit grumpy that he was trapped in the buggy and cold.

phone the boy. he's having a cup of tea.

try again to make it up the hill. fail. phone the boy. he's on his way. slowly.

get almost all the way there but come to a complete stop in the side road leading to our house. it's at the bottom of a bit of hill and all filled up with snow.

great.

I let little cat of out the buggy to have a play while we wait and wait and wait for daddy.

and wait.

he gets there and we struggle home. little cat hopping into knee deep drifts. where are the bloody gritters ah? I demand grit!

so all at home and I suddenly realize that I am going to have another day with grumpy boy and I can't face it so I go to work instead.

which meant an hour and a bit horrible walk down a steep steep hill in the stupid slippy snow and I've twisted my back from nearly falling over and everyone else was out playing in the snow and taking photos and all my feet and legs are all wet and cold and it's still better than another day stuck in the house with him (not little cat I hasten to add! the big grumpy boy)

bah.

but it's warm here and no one is shouting at me so it's all good. no idea at all how I'm gonna get home. really hope they get the buses running or I'm gonna have to either get a taxi of find someone with skis (who can teach how to use skis... uphill).

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maybe it's me?

2009-01-26T15:43:17+01:00

this morning there was a report on the news about catching a virus which makes you fat, I just heard the headline while chasing little cat around trying to get his shoes on... so I said "quick, run away from daddy or you'll catch fat!".

now to me this was funny cause the image of running from a fat virus is amusing and toy soldier boy isn't fat, so also funny. not like world stoppingly hilarious but you know, brief giggle.

his response was "there's only one person in this house who's clinically obese."

and on seeing my face at that he said "I don't know why you're so upset, you know you're fat"

brilliant.

now to my mind this wasn't funny. it was just offensive and rude. and makes me want to leave him.

but maybe I'm wrong. basically in his head I just called him fat and he responded in kind. I don't think he could see the difference between what either of us said. so maybe it's me not him.

nope, it's him. there is actually something wrong with him. I think he's a sociopath. he just can't work out how other people think and react. I think he pretends to have all the right emotions and stuff but it feels like he's practiced them in front of a mirror.

it's like being in an advert where there's the woman who just witters on and on about stuff and the man who doesn't listen and gets it wrong when asked if her bum looks big in this. it would be funny if it wasn't so tragic.

I don't just witter on. people other than him are sometimes interested in what I have to say. when I talk to people other that him they acknowledge what I've said and sometimes join in and have what's known as a conversation.

see there I go again, my life sounds like a fucking male female cliché. but I have never dated someone like this before, so filled with all the negative male stereotypes who then forces me to become the female stereotype. do you think I want to nag you? do you think I like it? but if I don't keep asking you to do the fucking thing you said you were gonna fucking do then you won't fucking do it will you? and yes I have tried just asking once, taking you at your word but you are a lazy selfish motherfucker.

god I can't wait till he's posted to a fucking war zone for six months. it's gonna be like a holiday from the soul crushing grumpiness he exudes.

I hate him. I really do.

but tonight he will come home with shopping covered in yellow price reduction labels from the supermarket. he will want to show me his bargains. he will say I'm sorry if I was a monkey, sometimes I say the wrong things. he will want a cuddle and say how much he loves me and little cat. and for the sake of a quiet life I will let is go again and be almost near to happy for a bit.

is this what it's supposed to be like? is this the best I'm gonna get? are you just supposed to put up with all the shit for the brief moments of calm? is this what he means when he says you have to work at a relationship? I've never done that before. if it wasn't fun I'd walk away (eventually). are you supposed to stay even when it makes you want to stick your head in the oven every weekend cause you have two full days of his company?

dunno.

well he certainly killed my monday happy this week.

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boing boinged again...

2009-01-19T15:28:04+01:00

one of my little robots has had a slice of internet fame and got picked up by lots of lovely nerdy blogs and stuff. yay. last time that happened I got loads of sales.

unfortunately as you can see by my comments on the article it is also a wee bit embarrassing...

and the first time I have had the occasion to use the phrase "not a rubber wrapped wang" on the interweb.

giggle.

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new day, new hair colour

2009-01-12T11:23:24+01:00

gone red again. yay. was feeling all wintery and rubbish but bright red hair does wonders to cheer a person up

I was so tempted to dye little cats hair while I was at it (he was intrigued by the process and seemed to like the end result). I mean he has really light blonde hair the red would have gone on perfectly on him.

but I resisted.

twas an okay weekend apart from toy soldier boy having a bit of man pmt. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around him sometimes, anything can set him off into a grumpy rage. he doesn't even know he's doing it.

sigh.

I blame not getting enough sex.

little cat is sleeping okayish now tho. this morning I heard a yelp of him waking up at around 6.30 but then he stayed happy till 7.00 which was nice. when I went into his room to get him I found his happily playing with one of his soft toys. he pointed to it and said baboo (boob) and cat cat (he suddenly started pronouncing the c on the weekend so now it's no longer gat gat, clever monkey). so basically he had decided his toy miffy rabbit was a cross between and breast and a cat and this kept him happy for half an hour

happily toddled to work this morning to meet my old upstairs neighbour at the bus stop who told me that at the end of last week seven people got made redundant.

poop.

so it's not too cheerful here.

and I have no work to do.

slightly worrying.

I spose I could always do my etsy shop full time

hmm well as I didn't get an sales last week maybe not!

they have just added the code so we get Google analytics on our shops. yay. I am in stat heaven. I'm making custom filters and stuff and collating interesting info. tis most nerdy fun

probably should be trying harder to find some actual work at work but what the hey!

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ah Tuesday

2009-01-06T15:46:49+01:00

Tuesday the best of all the days

even tho yesterday at work I was firefighting on the project from hell and it's mate the project from demihell it was still a pleasant change from holiday chez fallingdownhousegrumpyfamilypukeycat.

and today is even better.

dropped the babalink off at my mums, quiet read on the train back, slow wander around the shops with no little man trying to steal things or throw things and no big man telling me not to buy stuff.

toddle to work eating a big ole donut.

have a bit of a surf. coffeeeeee. fag. think about doing some work.

a bit urgent, beta going out blah blah blah but nothing that's gonna break a finger nail.

and tonight. ahhh tonight.

the first night all on my own for soooo long.

first I gonna clean the swamp of a kitchen, put some laundry on, scrape out the frankly rank cat litter (as little cat would say, bat pooo), throw all of his toys in a boy, try and track down the tv remote that has been missing for two weeks now (I think little cat flushed in down the bog), make some junk food, roll up the biggest joint you have ever seen, open some wine and play with my wii.

I shall stay up late safe in the knowledge that when I do go to bed I won't be woken. I shall get up at a leisurely 7.30/8.00 and sedately make my way to work.

can not wait.

god bless you Tuesday and all who sail in you

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bad bad blogger

2009-01-05T11:16:43+01:00

mr blabbermouth had to put pen to email to check I was still alive with all the lack of blogging so lets have a quick update....

er....

alive.

little cat walks and talks (well says cat poo, eyebrow and falls over a lot), toy soldier boy is super annoying but almost definitely being shipped off to Afghanistan for six months in October so I can't be too mean about him, I is worn out from the holidays and the happiest person to be back at work for a lovely rest.

I have snuggle overload. little cat, annoying boy (when we were not fighting) and squeak the cat all demanded snuggles for all of the holidays and now I have run out. there are no more left.

what else?

went out for beers at mr and mrs jewish mothers on new years. was supposed to take the family but they were both a bit grumpy so I went solo.... and got very pissed.... and came home very late.... and got super told off. I guess leaving the boy on his own with a screaming babalink for new years was a bit mean but he should have come with.

got a wii for xmas (got the boy a violin, wow what a bad idea that was!) and love love love my wii. and making wii/ennui jokes.

my mum was ill for an entire month with a flu thing but is better now which means she took little cat for a night. my first night in over a month without little cat. god that was needed!

don't think the boy has had a night at home without little cat before... which is probably why he kept waking me up to tell me he heard him crying.

sigh.

was going to have a lie in but unfortunately the fish pond froze over and sprang a leak at the same time so I had to spend a very very cold exhausting morning fishing out fishies, scooping out mud, hacking off paving slabs and replacing liners.

what fun.

with the boy saying helpful things like " the paving slabs are frozen, you really need to do this on a sunny day"

what? really? you mean it would be easier to do if every splash of water didn't freeze as soon as it hit the ground? wow why didn't I think of that?

arghhhhhh.

anyways now the fish are dead happy but there is pond liner over the paving slabs and hanging off the edge of the stupid pond so if it was at all possible our garden now looks even worse than it did.

sigh.

I didn't even want fish. I just couldn't watch them all die.

not on my watch!

so now back at work.

ahhh it really is lovely.

it's quiet. no one wants a cuddle or their bum changed. ace

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a lovely night off

2008-11-12T11:49:16+01:00

ahh tis good to have a wee break from my boys each week. had a lovely night last night.

was gonna go out on the beers but the parcel that I picked up from the post office at lunch turned out to be a mahoosive knitting machine I had accidentally impulse brought off ebay...

bit too big to lug around the pub.

so off home I toddled with funny looks and a box as tall as me (which is very tall, I'm a giant I'll have you know, 5.5 and a half is dead tall and I won't have otherwise argued)

I'd heard that knitting machines are a pain in the bum so was not expecting a whole lot from my second hand huge thing with it's pictures of eighties ladies in the most ugly jumpers you ever did see all over the box.

but it was actually pretty damn cool.

so now I have a cozy liccle button up neck warmer doodad. why have I never seen these before this year? they rock.

all the snuggly of a scarf without the getting caught up on door handles/lifts/escalators/small dog hassles that my usual down to the ground twice round my neck scarves gave me.

aces.

course I can only do square and rectangles so far but I have a cunning plan for tubes. matching leg arm and neck warmers here we come!

so that was fun.

also was amused by skip divers as I got home. we'd plonked two old buggies in the skip. one where the wheel fell off and one that I just never liked. they'd been sat in the shed so were rusty and damp. but still it seemed good enough for the neighbourhood kids to excitedly run off with. fingers crossed to make into go carts rather than push their sprogs round in tho

I've always been a skip diver myself but felt oddly violated when someone else was fiddling round with my junk. recycling is good I guess. they better not try to dump them back again after they've had their fun and the skip is gone tho!

so after the knitting fun I smoked the teeny tiniest bit of weed that I had left which was just enough to make the film jumper the best ever.

then to bed and slept like a log till 7.30.

fandabidosie.

so oddly cheerful today. even tho the boy is gonna be as grumpy as a grumpy thing when he gets home cause on monday night the cat chose his shoes of all places to have a nice big puke and even tho I cleaned it off in the morning he is still gonna stomp and growl. sigh.

and little cat will be super bouncy when I get him home and will want to run riot. and I won't be able to have another play with the knitting machine till he is like 10 or something.

but still cheerful

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customer service training, should have been health and safety...

2008-11-10T17:41:13+01:00

first thing on a monday morning I was booked to do some customer service training.

tee hee.

anyone who knows me would know that that was not destined to go well.

the whole company has been put on this thing even if, like me, you only have 'internal clients' is it just me or does internal clients sound a bit yucky? yup.

anyways it was all very blah, I tried to not look too bored. failed. there were only four of us including julie burchills hubby (bet he loves being called that). we both expressed a hatred of role play shit before we went in and hope there wouldn't be any. vain hope of course.

there was indeed role play but I must have looked rather reluctant cause she made everyone but me do it.

score. my unbroken record of avoiding role play (unless it's rude) is intact.

part of the training was saying that even if the client is annoying and stupid you should not get cross or let your irritation show in your voice. I asked how one does that. that would actually be a useful skill. how to hide the fact that you think the person you are talking to is a bit special needs and they're pissing you off.

no answer.

I said what if you always get cross? she suggested therapy.

hmmm.

so dead helpful all in all.

then an illustration that the company would have been better off doing a company wide health and safety course came when the massive rain fall lead to a leak coming through one of the light fittings in our office. big big rain and a very old building. most amusing.

the guy sat under the drip moved and the lights were turned off.

then the techy guys turned up and we were treated the to spectacle of one holding a bucket while the other climbed a metal ladder to poke a hole in the ceiling near all the live electrics with a metal screwdriver while the water drips.

class.

no death occurred.

I took photos just incase.

then the guy who was being dripped on moved... and to the hilarity of all the drip followed him and drenched another computer.

brilliant.

every rain cloud does indeed have a silver lining

so I'm a bit damp but thoroughly amused by my day at work so far. apart from the fact I can't actually see my keyboard. ah well, might improve my typing!

my weekend was fairly good too. I had organized a skip to turn up saturday morning so we could clear out the junk from the garden. you can actually see the rotting mattress that's lived there for a couple of years now on google earth. sob.

little angel cat slept till 6.00am and angel boy actually volunteered to get up to look after him and they barked out on the sofa so we all got to sleep till 7.30.

result.

then the skip turned up, on time, there was a free parking space right outside our house and everything.

how stress free? brilliant.

then the boy got dressed and started moving shit immediately.

me and little cat mostly watched through the bedroom window and shouted encouragement.

he looked pretty damn sexy lugging piles of rubble around. lovely.

garden clear. fab. it does however highlight the still half build shed but as most of the ruined contents of said shed went in the skip I could care less.

I've got a garden I'm, not totally embarrassed to let people see now! yippee. course I still can;t let little cat play in it cause it is a multi leveled concrete water filled death trap but you can't have everything.

the only other thing I needed to boy to do was pop up to the attic to have a look at the state of insulation so I could see whether we needed more and take any more actual rubbish to the skip.

he needed a rest first. and a cup of coffee and some lunch and some more coffee and stop nagging I'll get to it and it's now 5 and it's dark and now he tells me there is no working light in the attic.

sigh.

never mind.

he seemed a bit reluctant to lift up floor boards in the dark so prodded a bit and reported that we have a wee bit of insulation.

fuck it. don't care. you've been a good boy today. bugger insulation.

then he went off to march around for remembrance sunday. leaving me and little cat to have a lovely relaxing sat night and sunday.

the marching was apparently not liven up by the fact that their band this year was a Jamaican tin drum ensemble.

tee hee.

not very good to march too it seems

so I'm wet but jolly today. and fully trained up on customer service. how may I help you today?

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grumpy old man

2008-10-28T16:20:19+01:00

how did I end up with a grumpy old man? a very strange grumpy old man. he shouts and whines and moans. he goes on about the state of the country, about parking, about a million tiny pointless things that only bother pensioners with too much time on their hands.

he is exactly like a really old cat. they might have been the sweetest cutest kitty in the world but at a certain age all cats just get all grumpy and tired of life. they like to sleep and if you disturb them or even just look at them funny they'll show you their claws or just turn away. sometimes you get a brief glimpse of the kitten they were but they soon enough go back to sleeping under a big dark cloud of grump. and there is nothing you can do to cheer the cat up for more that the shortest amount of time. they have had their fun, their life, all they want to do is curl up in the warm in piece.

maybe I should get him put down?

last night. hmmm. so I had decided to try bribing him with sexual favours to get him to be nice when he comes in the door. he always stomps in, says something nasty and puts me in a foul mood for the evening and then wonders what I'm so upset about. so I says lets try to pretend that as you seem to want me to be a 1950's housewife that you're the husband. how about you come it the door, you kiss me hello, you ask how my days was and at least pretend to listen to the answer? there is extra rudeness in it for you.

he liked the idea. he doesn't like to do anything unless there is some kind of reward somewhere so I often have to stoop to bribery.

almost got a kiss. sigh. fail.

then he demanded his dinner. even tho I'd been at work all day and then spent the rest of the evening wrestling a wild bab into bed. and it's his day to cook. fail.

eventually he brings up a bowl of cold pie we both made yesterday and that's his cooking duties done. when I cook I first clear the kitchen, stack and unstack the dishwasher, wipe surfaces, normal stuff, and make a whole meal. when he cooks he brings up a pile of leftovers and if I'm lucky a fork and makes more of a mess than I do cooking a roast.

brill.

okay, whatever, he 'cooked'. say thank you and eat cold pie.

on the telly is the big brother zombie thing. I've been looking forward to it for ages. I've been talking about it for ages. I've mentioned it twice this very evening.

it starts.

he says why don't you come to bed?

I say 'cause the program I have been looking forward to has just started.

and that's better than going to bed with your boyfriend is it?

yes. yes it really is. (I don't actually say this tho)

especially as when he goes into the bedroom there's a scream of rage.... there were some cups left onto of the clothes hamper. he's told me about it before you know.

and another scream of rage... my sock draw was left slightly open.

okay.

the TV is looking better and better.

why so angry? why so grumpy? why the need to shout and scream about teeny tiny things?

I could understand his wanting to keep the house nice a little more if it wasn't so incongruous with the demolition derby that is your half done DIY.

what's the point of you obsessively tidying draws, cupboards, shelves and the recycling bin when there's no floor/wall/ceiling and big holes which left drafts the strength of a mini hurricane through?

why would I feel inspired to tidy my sock draw when the garden is filled with a half finished shed and big pile of crap?

arggghhhh.

yes I accept that maybe it' s not all him, that I get grumpy too but for gods sake. how many times can a man get into such a rage over socks? or misplaced plates? he's gonna end up having a aneurism or a heart attack. just calm the fuck down you twat.

I'm gonna crumble up beta blockers and put them in his tea.

the things I hate most in the world are getting told off, getting told what to do and getting shouted out. well done me for my choice of life partner.

but it's my night off tonight. no little cat and no big grumpy cat. I miss the little one but my god it;s so nice not having anyone demanding anything from me for a night. and no grumps.

I shall be attaching cogs and electronic components to some beetles for a very goth shadowbox I'm making.

now there's a sentence you don't say everyday!

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new laptop, new phone and a walking, talking screamapillar

2008-10-27T11:31:08+01:00

little cat had just about killed the old laptop, pulled off most of the keys with such force that they never quite went back on properly. covered the screen and keyboard with goo. stuck his mitts in the cd drive so many times that I very much doubt that was working anymore. add to that the same problem as with my last three laptops had started to happen - the adapter won't connect properly unless you wiggle the lead around until it eventually blows up the motherboard - I decided it was time for a new one.

so with this months profit from www.tinyminds.etsy.com I got myself a nice refurbished much cheapness one.

and it's lovely.

little cat has already pulled one key off but they seem to pop back in fairly easily on this model so we all good.

and on the same day that one new toy arrived I also got my new phone.

mmmmm new phones. haven't had one of them for ages.

tis an LG secret KF750 with a five mega pixel camera which makes everyone look a wee bit ill... one of those annoying it tries to focus for you and just when you think you have taken a really nice photo it has that delay thing and you have actually take a big ole blur but it more than makes up for it with lots of cool features like panoramic shot.

and breath.

I likes.

it very cute.

and as for the screamapillar... I think little cat is aiming for getting to the terrible twos a bit early. he's discovered the power of the scream. fab.

I say "please to stop jabbing me in the eye with that pen" (he does love pens) and he says "no I shall not I like to jab, I shall jab" I attempt to pry the pen from his grasp. he very strong. this takes a while. I have the pen. he says "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa WAAAAAaaaaaa" and so on.

sometimes with added waving arms around for effect.

the waaa will last until he gets the pen back, something of equal or greater value or he gets bored of screaming (which takes rather a long time)

I tend to go for the swap. so now I have your pen but look, kitten, okay not kitten but slightly less sharp pen for you to continue your jabbing with.

tis much fun.

and he has mastered the walk now as well. this weekend he was for the first time ever more walking than crawling. no longer confined to the edges of the room he is free to roam the middle no furniture to cling onto bits. with the added bonus of being able to have both hands full.

which makes for interestingly hurty fallovers.

ah toddlers. adorable but dangerous and wobbly. like slightly violent but very affectionate drunks. flip from "you know what? I love you, I mean I really really love you" to "did you steal my pen? wanna fight? I'll have ya".

bless.

tis even more cute when he sleepy. toy soldier boy has found that when little cat is a bit sleepy he can say no to him and he will immediately burst into tears. which probably shouldn't be used for comic effect but it really really is funny.

course I also gonna tell everyone that little cats dad makes him cry for laughs, the big meany.

but point and say no and the little one just crumples into tears and buries him head in the nearest soft person. a cuddle soon sorts him out tho.

you can also get him to pull funny faces in the mirror now. he truly the best interactive toy you could imagine

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socks

2008-09-30T14:33:46+02:00

fucking socks

worked all day. picked up the bab. took him home. played with him, got him ready for bed, calmed him down.

tired.

boy comes home.

we say hello cause little cat still not asleep. we ask for a hug. he getting changed.

comes in, about to hug, looks at my feet and roars with anger, outrage and disbelief "why are you wearing my socks?"

what the fuck? what the fucking fuck? why the fuck did you suddenly start fucking shouting at me about a pair of pissing socks? did you really want so badly to have another fucking shitty evening? why do you fucking care whether I am indeed wearing your socks? why is it such a fucking issues that you feel the need to shout about it?

and don't tell me to stop fucking swearing. it's all I have to illustrate how pissed off you shouting about something so fucking pathetic has made me.

twat.

he's cooking dinner, I don't fucking want to eat it, I don't want to be in the same fucking room as him.

he said he didn't shout, he was just asking why I was wearing his socks. I don't think he knows how angry he sounds. yes I know how fucking angry I sound and it's because I am indeed fucking angry.

how can you spit words out with that much venom and not mean it/know you are doing it?

doesn't my reaction to what you thought was an innocuous comment tip you off at all? do you just think that I am that mentally unstable that anything could trigger me to suddenly flip into shouting and swearing at you? do you really think it just comes out of the blue for no reason?

yes I really think you do.

so what can we do about it?

I don't fucking know.

on the bright side little cat thinks us screaming at each other is hilarious and was laughing his head off. so probably not getting emotionally scarred by the fighting just yet.

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poopy weekend and new shoes

2008-09-29T14:53:00+02:00

well that was an extra shit weekend with a side order of crap.

I was in a foul mood. a really bad mood. and toy soldier boys normal crap was just annoying me more than usual.

so we fought a lot.

blah blah blah.

and when not fighting I was just all depressed and listless. and not making anything which would have cheered me up.

and little cat while lovely is non stop.

had to get the little critter his first pair of shoes. he too big and it too cold for him to be just in his socks anymore.

so we snipe and scrap our way to Clarks. bless. when I said I wanted him fitted for his first pair of shoes the cute little shop assistant got loads of stuff.

he measured and fitted which little cat loved, gave us lots of vouchers and booklets and stuff, walked little cat up and down in his new feet and then took a Polaroid of the magic first pair of shoes moment.

v sweet but pos a little ott.

cor they are hard to get on. I think in-between buying them and getting the shoes home little cats feet have grown.

sigh.

£26 for a teeny tiny pair of shoes which will fit for a maximum of six weeks seems a wee bit steep too.

and the stupid washing machine broke.

I looked it up and it's probably the thermostat and I could probably fix it but god I can't be bothered.

so I'm buying a new one and have already given away the old one on freecycle. fab place to get rid of your crap and get other peoples crap to replace it with.

oh so blue.

I hate this. I was so happy just a little while a go and for no reason at all now I;m bloody miserable.

sob.

stupid manic cycle type thing.

not even mr jewish mother gleefully telling me that the ex and the evil one have broken up could raise a smile/smirk.

in fact I just feel really sorry for the ex. poor bugger. she never gonna entirely let him go tho. she never does. sigh.

I wonder if I can really subtly send lovely nice ladies his way?

okay. nice things. nice thoughts. happy smiley lovely things.

er....

buying loads of stuff off www.etsy.com that makes me happy.

making collages with newspapers

chocolate chip cupcake with butter cream frosting

little cat giving a high five and saying fivehigh

little cat jumping up and down on his dads head (he meant it in a nice way, I almost weed myself laughing)

little cat resting his head on squeak cats tummy and saying ahhhhhhh

more cupcakes

popping bubble wrap. I just brought a big roll. if you twist a chunk of it it sounds like cracking bones

people buying stuff I make and liking it lots (a groom at a wedding is going to be wearing a little steampunk stylie bee brooch I made, how cute?)

kittens. a big pile of kittens.

chocolate covered kittens... nope it's not working, small smiles are raised and almost instantly squashed by a big sad.

boo.

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snuffles and kisses

2008-09-22T11:07:45+02:00

so for once the boy was back earlier than he said he would be. we were expecting him on sunday night but he appeared on friday evening. most unexpected.

little cat was very excited to see him. burst into tears, then demanded hugs then burst into tears again. bless.

boy was much muscled, v nice, but also v knackered and has a million bruises.

did not have fun.

saturday we had a lovely family day out to a chili festival thingy. yum. babies not so keen on chili tho it seems

maybe a bit too much chili tho cause the next morning I was woken by the bab, I was feeling really rough, a horrid cold starting, so when I heard the boy stir I was all happy someone else would be sharing the baby duties...

till I heard him throw up.

brilliant.

obv any boy disease trumps any illness I have so I would be stuck feeling rubbish looking after the bab and the boy.

joy.

he stayed in bed all day, occasionally throwing up into a bucket.

so sunday was not that much fun.

oh forgot about little cats Casanova incident

we went to the library on sat after the chili thing. little cat loves to run around there and there are always other babs to play with. well there was this little girl, a bit older than him probably. she was shuffling around happily and little cat started to follow her. he gets up real close and I'm on hand incase he swipes/claws/pokes but after a very gentle prod on the cheek he moves his head towards hers. oh I think, I hope he's not gonna bite her on the face, again ready to swoop, but the little darling kisses her instead.

ahhhhh.

he does it several times, little pecks on the face.

she's not looking dead happy about this unwanted affection so I move him away eventually but what a little cutie!

me and the girls mum were just a mess of big smiles and ahhhhh how cutes.

course now I'm thinking how come he never kisses me ah? I get bites on the face, I get hugs, I get snugs but no kisses.

boo.

and on sat evening he kissed his dad too.

I sulking!

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down in the dumps

2008-09-15T11:24:40+02:00

bah

feel rubbish

lonely, frisky, slightly mad and really want a bastard fag.

grrr.

don't need one but god life is rubbish without them. baby goes to sleep, do I pop outside for a quick smoke? nope just stay where I am.

an hour goes past at work, do I celebrate by nipping out for a fag? nope. drink some more a million calorie hot choc instead.

blah.

and I have totally lost creative urge. which is a bit of a bummer as it's coming up to xmas and I should be stocking up www.tinyminds.etsy.com

but lack of nicotine has broken my head.

why was it that I wanted to quit again? (maybe something about coughing up blood, not being able to breath, stuff like that)

and I'm actually missing the boy now. not missing the nagging. or the fact I don't have to cook. not missing the constant fights and growls and snarls.

but do miss the sweetness. when he not horrid he lovely. course the horrid does sometimes overshadow the lovely but absence def makes the heart grow fonder.

little cat misses him too. I just know he gonna burst into tears when he gets to see his dad again on sunday.

stupid boring pointless work. then go home pick up lovely bab and have the same evening I have every evening. then put him to bed. then watch crap TV. then go to bed. then get woken up by little cat. then put him back to bed. then sleep a bit more. then have the same morning I always have. rinse and repeat.

hmmm. maybe I have sad. the days are getting a bit darker.

or maybe I just need some chocolate. stat.

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jonesing, frisky and listening to girls aloud

2008-09-14T16:01:38+02:00

hmmm

no fags since tuesday night. think the physical addiction is gone but god i want one.

boy has been away a week now, hence the frisky.

and as for the girls aloud. oh dear. took little cat for his very first macdonalds on sat. yeah. he ate a few frys. wouldn't touch the burger. yummed up the fruit juice. basically he not a fast food cat it seems.

but what he did like was the balloon a nice lady gave him and even better the little toy from the happy meal. tis a fake ipod type thing that you pull out a bit and it plays a tune. he got the girls aloud one.

arghhh.

something about a river? or something.

he loves it. holds it up to his ear, smiles and starts to bop.

it may just push me over the edge....

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little cats expanding vocabulary

2008-09-09T14:46:45+02:00

little cats talking is coming on by leaps and bounds now... kind of

he says bicket, gat gat, baba and baguette.

he also babbles all the time but these are the main words. now you may think that just four words would not communicate much but it all depends on the inflection and the situation.

for example bicket is a fav, I take it to be at it's base the word biscuit and sometimes it does translate to "mother I would like a biscuit please" other times its meaning becomes "mother please expose that breast a little because I need a comfy pillow and I shall not take no for an answer".

it can also mean "mother I would like something to eat, I will leave the choice of actual food stuff up to you, biscuit or not I don't care but if what you provide displeases me I shall throw it to the floor."

gat gat is a more simple expression. it most means "cat, I have seen the cat, I shall chase the cat" it can also mean "I have seen a photo of a cat/cat on the TV or cartoon representation of a cat". or sometimes a dog. I think he thinks dogs are big smelly cats, he not so pleased to see them.

pigeons and seagulls also get called gat gat at times. but most gat gat means there is a cat around somewhere.

baba means baby, child, small person, photo of baby and sometimes a news reader lady that he quite likes on the TV.

and then there is baguette. no idea at all but he does say it an awful lot

oh and how could I forget hiya?

he picks up a smallish object, preferably a mobile phone but almost anything will do, holds it to his ear and says hiya. no idea where he picked that up from, I'm sure I don't say it on the phone. but as it always gets a laugh he continues to do it.

for non verbal communication he is at present rather obsessed by his eyes, brow and eyebrows. he does his daddy frowning impression still but now this moves on to then raising his eyebrows as high as he can and wiggling them around. the response to this must be to do the same thing back or he will continue to do it and look like a little nutter.

also closing his eyes up tight and grinning can keep him amused for ages. specially if done while exploring a room. unfortunately this often ends in tears and bruises.

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so lonely

2008-09-07T17:48:16+02:00

no not cause the boy's away (tho it is awfully quiet) but i miss big brother sooooo much.

yeah, i know, twat.

but i loved it. what do i watch every night now? the boy loved it too, as much as he denied it. if i was ever watching anything else when it was on he insisted i turn over

and now it's gone.

poo.

who do i hate now with no rex to loath?

bah.

won 30 squid on rachel tho.

poor little cat is wondering where his daddy gone. he climbed up to a photo of the boy holding a teeny tiny new born cat, pointed and said dada. boo. poor wee mite.

he's doing his impression of his dad a lot as well. big cross frown and a bit of a squint. still gets a laugh from me every time

haven't even got dressed today. lovely. and i made lots of messy stuff last night using the boys desk. ha ha. oh it is a lovely break not having anyone telling me off for a while.

my bed is cold tho. well it was till little cat joined me in it at 5.00am. we had a big lie in till 8,30 tho. yay.

oh i do the critter really. he a sweet pea most of the time. bit too much like rex tho.

bum now I'm morning big brother again.

so lonely

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baby yoda

2008-09-03T09:30:04+02:00

went to see mr and mrs jewish mothers new bab last night.

ahhhhhhh.

want one!

so tiny and utterly perfect. he popped out 12 days early so was still a little furry but wasn't all scabby and battered like little cat when he came out. a new born with good skin? so not fair

he has the longest fingers and a face that bears and uncanny resemblance to yoda. super sweet.

the newborn smell got the hormones racing tho. want want want!

I visited with red and another mate and cause it was with red we had to have a couple of pints first so I was really a bit merry to be handling newborns. but I behaved and didn't drop him so it all good. and cause even with the little critter they are perfect hosts I got another beer while I was there.

giggle.

then we left them to the cuteness and had a maccy d.

yum but yuck.

and me and red decided one burger wasn't nearly enough so had two.

mistake.

waddled home to make robots but vegged in front of the telly thinking about babies instead.

saw the nice ex housemate the other day. ah he such a sweetie. got a new job with no commute and more money and is now living with his lady and her kid. lovely. he looks all happy. yay.

now I guess everyone has moved out of the house of hell so I am probably safe to visit that part of town again. yay. it's a lovely place but I always got twitchy going there knowing I could run into the evil one and the ex at any time. course I don't know where they moved to, could still be the same area but I feel safer anyway

oh I hated living in that house. even when I was still with the ex it was horrid. I am not built to share living space with lots of people. guess tho if I want a ton of babies I would need to get used to it but fruit of your loins are different from housemates. you don't have to pretend to be friendly in the mornings for one thing!

toy soldier off on his two weeks of crawling through mud for the ta on friday. it's always hard being left alone with the little cat but I am also looking forward to it.

no one telling me off for using the hot tap, or cooking clay in the oven, or leaving a light on, or not keeping the recycling tidy or one of the million other things he moans about. no having to cook a bloody meal every night (tho is is being dead good with cooking at the mo, made ace duck soup on the weekend. yums)

a bit of peace and quiet when the bab has gone to bed will be nice tho.

no arguments, no lectures, no one ignoring everything I say, no one irritating me.

I do like him but god he gets on my wick sometimes

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little cat the comedy genius

2008-08-26T15:29:02+02:00

he so funny. he now does a fab impression of his dad. he kind of frowns and peers down his nose in a cross kind of way and looks the spit of toy soldier boy. tee hee. I was laughing so hard when he did that (I think actually the first time he was just making a I'm having a poo face). he loves to make me laugh so did it again, and again, only pausing to laugh himself. (and maybe finish his poo...)

we were rolling on the floor in hysterics when toy soldier boy came in to see what all the fuss was about. he thought it was funny but pretended not to see the resemblance. (and all the while he was frowning and peering down his nose at us, tee hee)

comedy genius.

if he's not a rock star I suppose little cat can be a comedian. as long as he is a nice one, not a mean one who says horrid things to noisy ladies on hen nights tho

twas a long long weekend. a few fights on the saturday and then the boy spent the rest of the time all quiet and moody looking. asking what's wrong would gain no response. eventually he said that he was being quiet so as not to upset me.

sigh.

such a funny creature.

little cat has discovered all my craft bits and bobs on the shelves in the living room. I knew he would eventually but was hoping for a bit more time.

which means my night off tonight is going to have to be spent reorganizing the shelf so no pointy, poisonous, swallowable, breakable, stabable things live on the lower shelves.

sigh.

ah well you always tend to discovered cool stuff you had forgotten about when sorting through craft supplies.

would prefer to be out drinking beer and misbehaving tho!

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beer then wine you'll feel fine my arse

2008-08-20T09:45:15+02:00

bit hungover. and super frisky. damn it.

tuesdays how i love you. i decided that even tho i have robot orders i need to get out i would use my night off for beer consumtion this week.

red came out and a few others including the boss. watching the diving at the olimpics got me a wee bit over excited and as beers went down the boss was looking more and more attractive. mmm he fit. i would like to tap that again

not gonna tho. i good.

well fairly good.

back to reds after the pub for wine and pizza.

still frisky.

may have had a bit of a snog.

and told him that we should buy a house together and have babies...

tee hee.

la la la i so bad. and so hungover. and frisk frisk frisky

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operation fish rescue

2008-08-18T14:19:49+02:00

mission was a success. a very messy success.

wow that was hard work.

little cat got me up at 6.00am on sunday. boo. this was after having demanded to sleep with me on the sofa all night again. so I a little tired and cranky.

but what's this? the boy offers to look after him so I can have a bit more sleep. yay!

seems a bit only means a bit tho and he woke me up again after an hour. sob. ah well twas a nice gesture.

so it's pond time.

the stupid pond has been had a fast dropping water level for a while now, I suspected leak. and the lily in the middle is basically taking over 80% of the pond. and I have too many fish for such a small space apparently.

it was time to take action.

which is why at 7am I could be found with a large fishing net and determined expression.

had to get the boys help hoiking out the huge lily. oh my fucking god that was big and yucky.

I really hope there were no fishies trapped in the massive root ball. I did spend a while looking for flapping and thrashing but I think everyone escaped ok.

then back to fishing.

they really don't like being scooped out of the water do fishies. they wiggle about and try to leap from the net onto the concrete.

and having the neighbours very sweet but very nosy cat helping me out was not really making anything any easier.

scoop fish, shoo cat, plonk fish into tub of water, shoo cat, scoop more fish.

the tiddlers seemed to be the easiest to catch but larry, curly and mo were nowhere to be seen. so onto step two. siphon out most of the water so fishies easier to capture.

yuck.

really yuck.

the pond is up quite high in the garden and the drain is low so it should have been a simple matter for gravity to help me empty the pond. only it needed a bit of a jump start. or rather a suck start.

which is why at around 8.00am on a sunday morning I could be found covered in mud sucking on a really stinky hose pipe.

managed not to swallow any which was good but did inhale a whole lot of swap gas.

blergh.

around 9.00am

most of the water gone. 19 or so fishies, one frog and whole bunch of snails. and lots and lots of ooucky yuck.

finally I catch the last couple. larry and mo were last and boy were they frisky. I guess you don't get to be a venerable old fish in a tiny pond stalked by cats unless you fierce!

final part of the pond clearance meant me giving up any attempt to not get muddy and climbing into the pond to scrap out the layer of fish poo and mud at the bottom.

yum.

quite amazed I didn't slip on the mud encrusted concrete and fall to my doom. had asked the boy to look out the window occasionally to check that I wasn't face down in a puddle of bloody pond water. not sure that he did.

so. fish out. water out. lily out. oouck out. worn out.

doesn't seem to be any holes in the liner. hmmm. right, executive decision. if there don;t seem to be any holes, assume there are not any holes. if there were holes then changing the liner would mean I would need the boys help to chip away the concrete around the edge and it is quite hard work getting him to do anything.

if there turns out to be a hole fishing out the fishies will be a piece of piss now without all the mud and flowers so if I need to do it again I will. but for then I decided just to refill.

but the bin I had filled up with water to de chlorinate was never gonna even part fill it so off to the garden center first for fishie be well water fixing goop.

after being hosed down in the garden by the boy. he liked that a wee bit too much. think he was imagining himself as a prison warder delousing fresh fish.

sigh.

so water in, water treated. lily now hacked up slightly too enthusiastically by boy with shovel and one chunk plonked back in (should it have a pot? dirt? I dunno, I'm sure it'll be fine!) and fishies ready to go back. which is good cause they seem to be banging their heads on the side of the plastic tubs and the neightbourhood cats are circling...

and by about 11.00 it's done.

phew.

and no one has floated to the top or started swimming on their sides. the frog looks a wee bit confused but I'm sure he'll be fine.

they actually look happy. well as happy as fishies can look. they darting around exploring all the new space. pushing the now floating chunk of lily around. tis all joy in my pond.

yay.

I really hope I never have to do that again. I think I still have fish poo in my hair after several showers.

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sneaky mc sneak

2008-08-13T10:49:17+02:00

been a bit worried about being totally shit at work. getting all the scrag ends was not helping but I also seemed to be a lot slower to fix things and having more trouble generally that I used to.

babies shrink your brain dontchaknow?

I actually got give something a bit tricky. databases, tracking, server side stuff. one of the list of things I had was looking a bit horrid so I saved it up in the hope that it would go away... but it didn't.

then inspiration struck. bodge it.

and I did. and the thing is it is a beautiful bodge that does exactly what is needed without having to rewrite everything. it's genius in it's simplicity. the thing that I was supposed to do would have taken me days and probably ended up a bit crap but the bodge is ten minutes work for the same effect.

ahhhh. lovely stuff.

course now I've finished the bit of work I had and will have to scrabble round for more... poop.

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oedipal baby

2008-08-04T11:41:44+02:00

ah little cat. so cute. and a little bit clingy right now.

think he had some horrid back teeth coming through on the weekend. he was all hot and very very cuddly. he would not go to sleep up less he was either laying face down on my chest or by my side with a hand out to make sure I was still there. which was fun.

two night on the sofa with a radiator baby. not good.

he was also quite tearful so if I told him not to do something in a serious voice he would burst into tears, bury his head in my lap and then reach out for a cuddle. tis very hard not to laugh when his tears are on such a hair trigger. mean mummy. course he could just stop throwing his food around!

also anytime me and toy soldier boy cuddled up a bit he would either cry or try to pry us apart. again very very amusing.

we would put our heads together and go ahhhhh like he does when he's cuddling his toys (unbearably cute) and he would start to wail and just start pushing at the boys nose to move his head away.

I guess when he's ill he wants his mummy close and no one else is gonna steal his snugs.

I was so tired sunday morning that at about 6.00am I put the boy on baby watching duty and snuck off to sleep on a real bed for a bit...

except that little cat played for a while then noticed I was missing, found me in the bedroom, clambered up on the bed (he's never done that before, tis quite a high bed), crawled onto my chest and fell asleep.

great.

ah well at least we both had an extra snooze.

think he was feeling better this morning. not boiling anymore and all smiles. did have a crying fit when I left him at nursery but peeking round the door I saw him stop as soon as I was out of sight. little bugger.

cor babies are hard work!

saw mr jewish mum and his v pregnant wife on sunday. ah they sweet. she not having a lot of fun with the hot weather and a big wiggly belly. commuting to london for her job must be horrible.

I'm having loads of fun with my little etsy shop (www.tinyminds.etsy.com in case I haven't mentioned before!). still selling well. am thinking about plonking little cat in nursery for an extra day a week so I can have some time to make stuff. I would only really need to cover the nursery fee... still dunno tho.

got a bit of work at work today for a change but I think I'm gonna finish it soon so must go slooooow.

hence the blog

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Cookie monster

2008-08-01T19:14:07+02:00

so i was making some yummy peanut butter and peanut m&m cookies, took them out of the over and found these little critters staring at me.

eek. cyclops guy and his scary wide mouthed friend.

had to take a pic before i ate them... or maybe i should stick them on ebay, one could look a bit like jesus if you squint

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chairman of the boooored

2008-07-30T15:33:15+02:00

one thing about working part time is that you get all the bits and scraps. nothing to get my teeth into. constant scrabbling around for work.

course the good thing is that if you don't finish a thing, i.e. leave the shit bits till last, chances are someone will have done it by the time you are back in again...

but this doesn't really make up for the boring boringness of it.

and it's hot and I all snoozy.

looked at my bank balance today and was a little surprised. it had a wodge of money in it. er yay? it was either that I had been paid early three hundred odd pounds less than usual or that I had been paid early but just before had gone into the overdraft by three hundred pounds in the last couple of days without noticing or someone had plonked some money in there...

and amazingly it was the third option

I've been really crap with the tax credit stuff, didn't realize I was supposed to phone 'em up every time something changed in my circumstances. way too dull. consequently I've been getting bugger all for the last year. finally got around to telling them and they've only gone and given me what I can only assume is a backdated you're a twat and should have been getting more payment. get in.

and it's payday tomorrow.

and I've been selling stuff off my little shop (go there, you know you want to www.tinyminds.etsy.com) so I've also got an extra 300 odd squid in my paypal account.

woo.

course I've got to be a sensible bunny and plonk the vast majority of it on my stupid credit card (not even gonna tell toy soldier boy about the rebate, tis not real money really) but that hasn't stopped me buying a couple of odd things I've been hankering for...

dolls eyes anyone? I have an idea in my head about little scary faces with oversized really realistic eyes and fluffy vibrating solar powered robots with bug eyes... yes it is odd inside my head

anyways I recon I'm entitled to one more silly purchase. up to around £30. probably something I can make stuff out of or make into something else. suggestions?

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pirate wedding, yarrrr

2008-07-29T15:09:19+02:00

oh that was fun. eventually.

first I had to wrestle with toy soldier boy to get him to go. sob. I had thought it would probably be not having a costume that would be his get out clause. then the fact that I thought it was sunday not friday and he wouldn't be able to get the time off. but no, something much more cunning.

he came home on thursday and didn't say a word. off to sulk in the bedroom. didn't tell me he had a costume or that he had the day off just sulked in the bedroom as he had been doing most of the rest of the week.

sigh.

so finally I braved the grump to see what his major malfunction was this time and he says he has a plan. how about I go to the wedding with little cat and he will pick him up from the reception and take him home leaving me to party kid free.

great.

on the surface quite a nice thing I spose. but I want him to come to the fucking wedding, I thought I had been clear on this.

I just got cross.

well not even cross, just resigned to a crappy kiddy wrestling getting lost in london looking tragic and alone craphole of a wedding.

deep joy.

eventually after much prodding it turns out he was just looking for reassurance that I wanted him to come. sob. if I didn't want him to go I would have thought he would have realized that I would have made it pretty plain. i.e. by saying I don't want you to come.

bloody delicate men.

anyways his costume was ace, he made a real effort, why the hell he couldn't of just come home and showed me that I'll never know. I would have been happy that he got it and impressed by how good it was and he would have got a kiss on the nose and we would have had a nice evening instead of me wanting to kill him with a rusty spoon.

ah well, never mind.

so the three of us all pirated out start out for london. many funny looks. his costume is all laughing cavalier with fancy frock coat and huge hat and I've pinched his waistcoat and have my hat and little cat is cute as a bug in his baby cabin boy getup.

walking through borough market on a friday lunchtime with all the city types getting their food was fun. and we had a fair number of tourists taking our photos. some asked and some didn't. v funny.

getting to the boat the wedding was to be held on I spotted a group of pirates. didn't go over straight away till I recognized one from the hen night cause you never know, could have been a different group of pirates

evil one turned up sans the ex which was one less thing to worry about. obv didn't ask why, tho I think toy soldier boy did and then pretended he knew the answer anyway. strange boy. he's convinced that she thinks that he fancies her. whatever. I thought I was fairly friendly but he didn't seem to agree. I spoke to her when she spoke to me and didn't whisk little cat away, I think I was fine. but there were much more fun things to concentrate on anyway.

there was a small moment of panic from the groom because neither the bride, her family or the registrar had turned up but they all made it in the end. thanks in no small part to miss bees super organizational skills. yes you really should be a wedding planner. assuming I don't kill toy soldier boy you're so doing ours

the wedding itself was below decks on the golden hind. dark, hot, cramped, sweaty and noisy. when we got in little cats bottom lip started to quiver and I thought he was going to kick off but fortunately he got excited by all the things to look at instead. unfortunately he got a bit over excited and trying to keep him in my arms and quiet was a bit of a struggle. I was praying to all manner on non existent gods when they got to the bit about anyone having any objections but he was okay. got a bit shouty later but nothing too bad.

then after photos it was off to the pub. a fun trouping of a bunch of rag tag pirates through london. plenty more tourist pics I would imagine.

at the pub I let little cat off the leash and off he sped. sped is the word. god he can crawl fast! he discovered the joy of crawling through peoples legs. mostly ladies. tee he. he would spot a pair of legs and if there wasn't room butt with his head till they let him through. bless.

there were a bunch of other kids there too. so sweet. you really need kids at a wedding

a few drinks, so grub, ace speeches, nappy change balanced on a sink, boy getting little cat to sleep, more crawling through legs. more beer. much fun.

little cat really had a ace time. everyone said hello, everyone was wearing cool hats or had big skirts to crawl under. he got a chocolate off one lady, crawled over to a pretty lady with pink hair and gave her the choc. little charmer.

when the karaoke started it got a bit loud so we had to go.

another fun walk in costume with everyone asking where we had been and a fun slightly pissed train journey.

a good day.

the photos on facebook the next day of me looking particularly fat a sweaty didn't completely thrill me but at least the boy and little cat looked cute.

I feel all planless now. been looking forward to that for so long and now it's gone. poop. I need someone else to get married quick! (go on miss bee, kick the boyf)

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