And Then Along Came Mabel.............

Ok.......... I never seem to have time to blob much of late, life aye........

On Saturdays, I like to try and get a bit of a lie-in in the mornings, cos I get up at 6.30 all week..... but Im a light sleeper so Im always awake when the Milkman's float rattles down our lane at just gone 5, and I usually toss and turn and just lay there snuggled under me duvet waiting for me 6.30 alarm to go off.....

But last Saturday, now that my Sam has this job, I decided to be a lovely mum and make him a lovely packed lunchbox to take with him so that he wouldnt be hungry in the day......... so I was up at 7am making sundried tomatoe and feta pitas and slicing homemade cake to put in his box...... whilst gulpping down me cuppa tea......

So, I sees him off, and decide to snuggle back into bed for a couple of hours.... I awake about 9.30ish (what a lazy cow right? lol) with the creaking of the attic stairs, it was Jacob jumping down the stairs hungry for breakfast........so I mumble....... Hey Jacob, will you let Janet out for me and then bung the kettle on for a cuppa tea....... all this whilst still snuggled under me duvet.....

Those of you that know me or have read me blob will know that Janet is me beloved chicken that I found back in march....... I loves this chicken like I aint never loved another animal before LOL....... we are a great team, me and Janet lol

You can read about finding Janet HERE

Ya see, of late, Ive been thinking that it would be nice now that winter is upon us for Janet to have a couple of friends....... she goes into her coop (she has the run of the garden during the day) early for bed, I always think she must be well bored on her own, with no telly or radio and no friend to chat to late into the night, so I was thinking of maybe getting a couple of them caged rescue birds...... or a couple of little bantums for her so she had someone to hang around with....ya know, maties of her own....

I bought me matie Wendy a couple of pretty little chickens for her birthday and she was mega chufted with them........ so Ive been toying with the idea of getting a couple for Janet...

Anyways, back to last Saturday........ so Jacob let Janet out into the frosty garden and she headed straight for the house and climbed in the cat flap and snuggled in the wicker basket in the kitchen :) - Jacob made me a mug of hot tea and bought it up for me in bed....... and then he disappeared upstairs to his attic bedroom to sort out whatever teenagers do LOL.....

I then got dressed and hobbled into the bathroom..... where I was sitting reading me Dingleberrys Book of the Month LOL - ok ok but its the only place I get a chance to read it, in peace and quiet.... I hear me lad go back downstairs and then a few minutes later he comes shooting up the stairs shouting......... mum, mum, I think you better get downstairs and see something strange.......'IM READING ME BOOK JACOB' I says......but mum, you will NOT believe this...........Gawds sake........ I hobble down stairs to find Jacob in the kitchen with the back door open letting the freezeing cold air in......... shut the bloody door will ya...... nope mum, come look whats in the garden......... so I hobble over to the backdoor to have a butchers at what he is fussing about and what took me away from me book.......

Oh My Giddy Aunt...... it was only a bloody chicken....... I mean, another chicken that was NOT Janet........ it was noisy and flapping around and strutting its stuff..... Janet was well showing off to this new bird.......... a bloody chicken in me garden.... where had it come from? had it just fallen from the sky? (that is what I have told me minded nippers this week and they so laff) - someone must of put this chicken in me garden.... no one gets up Saturday morning to find a strange chicken in their garden right?



This is what I saw in me garden...... not one chicken but 2 :)

One of me cats walked past the little chicken, well, Janet didnt take a blind bit of notice lol but the little chicken flapped and flapped right up onto the 6 foot fence....... cripes........ after a little gentle help from the mop and me, she fluttered back onto the grass.....

I decided not to clip her wings cos she had come to us at her free will, so if she was gonna stay then it was gonna be cos she wanted to and not cos she had been made to........ ya see, Janet aint never flapped up onto the 6 foot fence nor the 4 foot fence, be it the fact that she is to dam fat to lift off the ground is besides the point LOL



This is Mabel..... how strange it dont have them wobbly red combs.... but instead it has a backcombed mop lol

So a week on and yesterday I sat in the garden for a little while in the freezing cold, just watching both chickens scratch around.... I had not named this little bird as yet..... and then it came to me........ 'Mabel'....... I would call her Mabel..... ya see, she is a tiny little thing with gingery soft feathers that feel like soft downy fur...... she doesnt have a red wobbly comb on the top of her head, but a mop of feathery hair (she looks like she has that backcombed hair from the 60s lol) - but as I stood in the garden she just looked like she would like the name 'Mabel' its a gentle old fashioned name and it suited her.......

Do you know that looking the name Mabel up on google this morning that in 1880 for every million american girls born, 9,357 were called Mabel :) see, what a mine of information I am LOL

For a couple of days I kept both Mabel and Janet in the run to Janet's coop, so that they could bond proper and argue out the pecking order...... Janet is so use to the run of the whole garden that I think she was a little miffed with me...... so Thursday I took that risk and hoped that the new chicken would not decide to flap to pastures new, and I let them out into the garden......... Janet followed me up the garden path and straight into the kitchen for her breakfast..... she then decided she had forgotten someone and ran back out the catflap and ran down the garden..... I watched puzzled looking through the back window, Janet dont leave her breakfast for no one......... and as I watched she came waddling back into view with Mabel closing following at her heels........... Oh My Goodness.....it was a sight to behold..... straight up the garden and straight through the catflap the pair of them LMFAO........

So now, I dont have one chicken that comes in the catflap, I have a pair of daft bloody chickens that think they must live in a house and not a coop........



This is Janet showing Mabel how to sneak into the middle room when no one is looking....

Janet, has a new friend, a dear sweet little chicken friend called Mabel..... they snuggle together in the box in their coop at night, and keep each other warm........ aint they the lucky ones LOL....... theres me freezing me bum off on me own under me duvet, and bloody Janet has a snuggle partner lol

I hope Mabel will stick around, I hope she decides that now I have named her that she likes it here and wants to be part of me mad family........ cos she is well cute...... and Janet loves her so very much......

Oh, and another thing thats strange....Mabel is almost the exact same colour as our fat cat...... see, now I have colour co-ordinating pets LMFAO...... to funny..... to bloody funny......



See FatCat is the same colour at Mabel LMFAO

Whats with this bloody house........ why is it that crazy things always happen here LOL



Janet and Mabel enjoying a piece of sundried tomatoe and feta cheese pita bread :)

Janet LOVES special fried rice, but this week I found out that Mabel adores Spice Moroccan Sensation CousCous :) - I so spoil my girls LOL

My maties this week have so taken the piss out of me when I tell them about Janet and Mabel the colour co-ordinating stray chicken........ Where the hell did it come from...... I suppose that will always be a mystery......Im just glad she choose me and my family :)

And cos Brian me postman comes around the back when he gets no answer from him knocking me front door, Im gonna get a sign on me back gate that reads 'BeWare Of Janet And Mabel' lol.......

Ok..... enuff Twaddle on this freezing cold Saturday afternoon.......

x

Sam - Ive Grown You and Now I Shove You Into Adulthood....

Ok......... This post was suppose to happen on Wednesday 14 November, but it became an impossibility to find the time to post owt until now...... :)



Ya see, my Sam turned 18 on Wednesday...... my 3rd son of 4... technically he would of been my 5th living child.... but shit happens and so I was grateful of delivering the most beautiful healthy child that took my breath away from the minute he was born......

He was a bit of a whopper at 9lb 4lb..... and now he stands just a tad under 6 foot and size 12 shoes and still growing...

He was only 10 days old when he got sick and lost half his birth weight and spent a fortnight in hospital on drips and with tubes trying to fight a lung infection...... but he was a fighter and eventually he came home just in time for christmas, he has a round mark at the base of his throat, thats where he had a tube put in, I tell him its his third nipple LOL.....



This is Sam at about 3 months old...

When his hair grew he had hair like Shirley Temple lol..... big long ringlets lmfao



I love my sons for whom they are as individuals cos they are all so completely different.... my Sam is the joker of the bunch...... he only has to walk in a room and he can make me laff..... he does daft things, stupid things at times and extremely danagerous things at times that makes me wonder how he has got to 18 lol

He is one of the funniest young people I know...... Ive raised this boy since he was 10 completely on me own, well with his brothers of course.... when I look at him my heart swells with pride and such love...... he aint been an easy ride for any of us......

Ya see, when he was just 4 1/2 years old he was crossing the road down in the village with me, he was holding on to me jacket as we crossed the road, cos I was pushing a buggy with his baby brother in and 3 minded nippers in tow..... the car went through a red light and as I turned my head as I heard it approaching at speed I knew it was going to hit us, but I was just that step infront of my Sam and it ploughed into him, knocking him 8 foot into the air and then coming down to land on the bonnet of the car which then knocked him 18 foot along the road (the police measurement)...... that is the day my world changed forever, that is the day that would affect the rest of our lives.... my child was laying in the middle of the road 18 or so foot from me all bent and twisted, I could hear someone screaming, that prime evil scream of dispair....... the man in the bank at the top end of the village heard this scream 100 yrds away...... that scream I realised was coming from me..... I thought my child was dead...... the world stopped and I walked ever so slowly to my child, he was bent and twisted and covered in so much blood that he was almost unreckonizable, someone picked him up, it was the doctor from the doctors surgery, that had heard the noise and had rushed out, ambulances arrived and police and someone took the minded kids off me and someone went to get my then husband...... and Sam was rushed to hospital fighting for his life......

He had smashed his femurs and had lost most of the skin off his little body, and had a crushed chest and the impact had pushed all his internal organs up into his ribcage, but he was alive and in icu...... he was in hopital for over 8 weeks....one of us there with him 24 hours a day, whilst the other was home with our remainding 3 children....

I couldnt post a picture of him cos they are to upsetting still....



This was Sam just a few months before the accident, aint he cute :)

I bought him roller skates and a bike for that first christmas home, there is no way I was gonna pussyfoot around him cos of his injuries, I needed him to be tough and strong and not a whimp and scared to do things in life..... he started his first day at school on crutches, he was only out of hospital 3 days when I packed him off to school...... he had already missed a third of the year, of his start at school and needed to be where he belonged..... learning and growing with his little friends, not wrapped in cotton wool at home with me........ aint I a hard bitch LOL

Anyways....... lots happened to our lives in the months after the accident, and it was the beginning of the end of family life as we knew it....... but thats another story LOL

So this gorgous child grew and grew, he became the most amazing sportsman, seeing as how the hospital said he would never be able to play competitive rough sports...... yeah, well like that was gonna stop my Sam or even stop me letting him try..... he played soccer and field hockey and Tchoukball and joined the climbing club as school and he became the most amazing bloody skateboarder ever...... and they said he would never play sports.... he proved the experts WRONG :)



This is Sam skateboarding off the garages over at the junior school carpark..... told ya he was dangerous lol

Sam has broken so many bones I cant list them all LOL..... and on his 18th birthday last wednesday we even spent the morning down the hospital with what was believed to be a broken wrist lol



This was on wednesday outside the Xray department (being refurbished) waiting for his Xrays LOL



Even with a broken arm last year it didnt stop him sussing out that if you stood on the sofa in this middle room and ya jumped backwards and timed it right so that your back landed on the giant ball, ya could do a backwards flip and land on ya feet LOL......

This boy was NEVER suppose to play sports LOL

He is also into Urban Tricking which is where ya do back flips etc off tall structures etc....... and my Jacob has just got into it, so many many more broken limbs to come......

He has no fear, he is an extreme skater...... but how funny is this..... he is terrified of spiders lmfao little cute tiny spiders......

He is one of the popular most young men I know, and has a huge aray of maties, most of whom come and go in this house like it clapham junction lol.....

As well as his love/passion for skateboarding his other passion is his drums....... he is one son of a gun freaking amazing drummer...... he is in a band called Miles From Anywhere, and they do all the local gigs and circuits....... he passion is music and he is at college doing a National Diploma BTech in Music Technology, he is in his second year 16-18 and then he can choose to go on to uni or do whatever he wishes.... the choice will be his......



His drumkit has cost me a fortune over the years lol..... but how can a parent not encourage a passion..... its more then a passion...... he has a gift...... a gift that will be there in any downtimes in his life....



This is Sam during one of the Battle of the Band gigs during the year......

He is an avid gig goer lol and his most favourite band is NoFX which is a doodle punk band and he is always off to london to go watch gigs and somehow he and his maties always get to be invited onto the tour buses with the bands.... music is his passion in life...

There is so much I could write about my Sam, I could write a book on his exploits and the person he is....... he makes me smile, he aint perfect, and we have had our dingdongs with each other...... but he has compassion and a love of life of the like I aint seen in anyone his age before....



Sam just so makes me laff......



He has had hundreds of hair styles over the years but one of the best was this one that we did last year....... I aint no hairdresser but the fun I have with his hair LOL those are shaved bits in the side :)....

Just so much I could write about my Sam...... he knows that I love him with all I have, he knows that through thick and thin I will stand by his side and hold his hand if need be..... he knows I would lay my life on the line for him....... and I know it is all returned......



This is how he went out on halloween LMFAO...... sometimes I dispair, but he so makes me laff.....

So, what gift besides my wisdom did I give to my Sam on this birthday...... well, he has to wait until Monday for his pressie LOL...... its being delivered then.....

Ya see, my Sam does 3 long hard 8-9 hour days at college mon-wed and he now has a job 3 long long days a week to :) thur-sat.... he only gets sundays off to himself...... I am proud of this young man, I am proud of how far he has come...... I am so very proud to call him my Son...... my funny daft crazy extreme son....

Look, ya see, when me X left me alone with 4 sons to raise completely on me own.... I had to buy him out of our home, it was not easy, and I worked me socks off to keep a roof over my sons heads...... and I opened a savings account for my younger 2 sons...... so that when they turned 18 I could help them with that step into independance......(my older 2 who were 14 and 16 I had already placed something in line for them) every week for 7 or so years I have ferretted a few quid here and a few quid there away for them....... and this week I emptied Sams account to buy him his gift of freedom......it was something very important to me, ya probably wont understand what Im on about, but me matie Wendy (PT) does :) - so this is the gift that will be delivered on Monday for my Sams 18th birthday pressie from me......



His job came at the right time, cos the insurance of $3400 a year is up to him..... I hope he drives with care and safely.... I gave him the gift of driving lessons this past 6 months it cost me $800 to get him through his lessons and through his theory and driving test....... Ive now done me bit, I done all I can.......lets take bets on how long before he ditches the car LOL

His first little car....... so I send my son out into the world of adulthood...... I have done all I possibly can under extreme circumstance in life...... he have come through so many things together.... we have laffed at life when life was kicking us all in the teeth......... I hope he deeply knows how much I love and honour him and that no matter where I end up in the world..... I will always be there for him....



I LOVE this bad arse picture of my Sam LOL it would make a great album cover :)

Sam..... I know you dont even know about me blob, and you will never read this..... but I love you with all I have and I always will..... always...... HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON.....

Tom

Jacob


Enuff Precious Twaddle for a dark wet Saturday evening....

x

Just A Quickie ......

Ok....... the post I was gonna put up to day in honour of my Sam will have to wait until tomorrow......

Its been mental here this past week and to cap it all I have just spent 4 hours down the hospital with my Sam with what was thought to be a broken wrist...after falling 15 foot off the back of a halfpipe skate ramp .... and having now fed 2 nippers it is almost time to go an pick up my Jacob before 6 juniors and infants....... so...... no, and, NO BREAK just ligiment and tissue damage...the hospital couldnt believe he hadnt broken any bones...... phew... lol tomorrow you will see why Im relieved LMFAO

Todays proper post will have to wait until tomorrow, unless something else bloody happens.......and I have time inbetween driving into town with hoards of kids and organising the delivery of a speciall pressie....

This is the mob I had this morning before school and will have after school with just 2 inbetween nippers today..... plus of course 4 hours down the hospital LOL TODAY OF ALL BLOODY DAYS, WHY TODAY LORDY.......when I have a party to suss and sort..



No wonder I have a bloody headache..... lol

Twaddle over and out..... x

Its A Boy Thing......

Ok........... Its been a week since I last posted.......... and what a week its been, have a lot going on here that Im trying to sort for the best of everyone, and its not easy, so havent had time to blob, or even flit around anyones blobs.........sorry :( its just how some weeks here go...

Anyways..... with me job I have different kids on different mornings and different days and different after school...... I have had all me nippers for a long time, many (the older ones) for 4-5 years or so, and Sleddie even for 7 years, and the little ones since they was babies, so they are just part and parcel of this house and family..... they know the rules of the house, they know me very well, they know my sense of humour and they confide in me like they would their parents........ its mostly good........

So...... Friday I usually seem to have the older ones afterschool....... well more older ones, as well as a few tots...... I pick them up from infants and juniors and get hugs and excited chatter, which by Friday Im usually all chattered out, so it tends to WHOOOOSHhhhh over me head, ya know, like in one ear and out the other.....

Sleddie and Squeekie both came out of school with non stop chatter, which to be honest I was not really listening to lol...... IT WAS FRIDAY AND IM KNACKERED BY THEN ok :)

It was showers on Friday, so we all walked home from school in the rain, they know the rules for when we get in......wet coats hung up, wet shoes in a line in front of the freezer, wet bags slung on the pew in the kitchen, brollys shoved to drip in the laundry basket lol....

So we all get in and get sorted and they all disappear into the middle room to draw and get toys and stuff out, and some into the lounge to put the telly on..... they ALL feel at home here, which I like..... anyways, so, Im in the kitchen sorting out drinks and hot buttered crumpets while they get settled......

The boys know that if their trousers are excessively wet due to puddle jumping on the way home from school :), that they have to roll their trousers up so that they dont get wet muddy rubbish all over the cream carpet in the lounge...... its now automatic with them lol.........

I carry in a big plate of hot buttered crumpets into the middle room to be confronted with this......... LMFAO...... I just had to take a photo.......



This is Sleddie (slow Eddie) and Mini Squeekie (Aaron with the squeekie voice)(all me nippers have nicnames lol which seem to have stuck and everyone calls them by their nicnames lol)....

As you can see one is sockless and one is onesockless lol........ Ok, I says, so ya socks was wet to, well done in taking them off.... just hang them on the radiator and they will dry before you have to go home.....

Blank stares at me and they both turn to blank stare at each other...... chop chop boys I say, the crumpets are getting cold........

Sleddie is 7 (he is me nut nurse Wendys youngest) and mini squeekie is 9........ they are NOT tots LOL

Sleddie - I didnt wear any socks home.......

Me - oh, why not Sleddie....

Sleddie - I lost them....

Me - you lost them?....

Sleddie...... yeah, at school....

Me..... oh ok Sleddie, go and get a pair of jacobs and make do with them....

Me - squeekie...... and where is your sock......

Squeekie - I lost it at school today....

Me - you just lost 'one'...

Squeekie - yep.... huge smiles ...

Me - ok, Sleddie, go get two pairs of socks......

Notice I didnt even bother asking the normal question of 'how the bloody hell can you loose ya socks at school' ...... we live and learn lol

So...... when the parents came they obviously noticed that both boys didnt have on grey or black school socks but bright blue and red striped socks LOL

First Parent - Sleddie, go get ya wet socks and shove them in ya school bag.....

Me - he lost them at school......

Second Parent - What you both lost your socks?

Me - No Squeekie just lost one... said in that matter of fact voice....

First Parent - How did you come to loose 2 socks in the middle of winter at school...

Sleddie - I dont know, I just did.....

Second Parent - and how did you come to loose one sock at school?

Squeekie - it must of fell off during the day.......

Me - LAFFING SO VERY MUCH......boys aye?

These parents will oneday understand that 'boys will be boys'........ me, Ive been there and done that for 24 years..... its water off an old womans back to me.......

Both parents - its not funny.....

Me - Its a boy thing..... one day you will understand there is no use getting riled over lost socks.....

So, any sock donations will be gratefully received LOL

Enuff Sunday Twaddle.....

x

Gobsmacked For Elderly Birthdays......And Special Maties

Ok....... I know it was a while back, actually it was as far back as the middle of September..... I started the next phase of me life..... I turned 50.....and so now beginneth the slow downward ride to me lonely old age...LOL

Now, I dont want no daft comments or whatevers over this post...... it was what it was....

What ya have to remember is that I dont 'do' my birthday... my birthday has never been 'done' from as far back as I can remember....... when I was a kid, me older brother's birthday was and still is just under a month earlier then mine...... the excitement that use to build a few weeks before me brother's birthday was immense, even though I knew what was to happen year in and year out...... ya see, he use to have the most lovely parties with jelly and icecream and fairy cakes and pass the parcel games and balloons and a birthday cake..... but it was his party and I was never allowed to be involved, I use to have to listen to the noise and laughter from me bedroom, where I was sent until the party had finished and the last of the children packed off home.....

And as crazy as this will sound, it didnt really bother me, cos it was what it was, I did use to plan in me head who would come to my party the following month and what cake I would like and I would imagine balloons everywhere..... but I knew that it would all stay in me head, cos when my birthday came around a month later, there was no party, no balloons and no friends laughing and playing party games....... I would get up on me birthday morning with hopeful dreams only to be told at breakfast year in and year out that I had not been good enough for a party or for presents for that matter LOL...... there would always be some excuse..... like..... school say you didnt get all your spellings right or Auntie Jean says that you hit Bobbie (me cousin) or or or or or lol always an excuse......

It was just another way of control, another way of punishing me for being me, a girl LOL..... ya would think that I would get upset and cry and scream and sob and beg..... but I didnt, cos I had learnt very early that 'that was how it was and there was no point in doing all the above' because that is what 'they' wanted.... and that is the only bit of control that I had...... NOT TO HAVE A REACTION about their actions.......

Anyways...... so you see me birthday has never meant much to me...... even when I was married my birthday was not really celebrated..... there was always some excuse by me X, especially when we had children..... like we cant afford a pressie cos the kids needed this or the house needed that or even the business in later years needed this that or the other.........

I remember HE did promise to book a hot-air balloon ride over the SouthDowns for me 40th...... something I had longed and always wanted to do........for months he kept saying....... you WILL have that balloon ride on your birthday....... it was the first time ever that I had been a little excited about me birthday........ but when me birthday came around, he bought me a CD Sterio LMFAO...... cos HE really wanted one to play HIS music on LOL....... he did not find it amusing when I stood in the box from the sterio and held a balloon in the air and said....... oh my..... this is amazing...... LOL he didnt speak to me for about a week LMFAO......and he called me ungrateful LMFAO

I do have one photo of me birthday when I was 35 with a cake that I had made meself LOL..... I must of had a rebelling moment lmfao

I use to make the most amazing fuss and make a huge deal out of me lads and HIS birthdays though and me maties...... and it truely really never really bothered me that there was no wishes of happieness or whatever on mine..... and Im being totally honest here.....

It was not until HE left that me lads started asking when me birthday was and for the first time I actually received little gifts from them all......

A 'Gloomie' friend had promised to take me on a cruise for me 50th... good job I didnt hold me breath aye? LOL.....

Anyways....... back to me birthday this year......

There is only one matie here that knows when me birthday is...... me matie Wendy.... me nut nurse friend, Sleddies mum whom I have been maties with for 12 or so years and whom all 4 of her kids in time I have minded..... and she always makes or buys me something to do with chickens or cats :)..... she turns up at my house every September, a week after her birthday, with a gift of love and every year she has me in tears.....

So this year was no different to me, even though a 50th birthday is suppose to be special, or so people say LOL..... I aint really sure, cos most of me maties are younger then me...... I knew Wendy would turn up after she finished work.... BUT...... the big mouth cow that she is, had told me other maties that it was me birthday..... so when I turned up at the school to pick up me minded nippers... I was met with flowers and little gifts and balloons...... LOL...... oh my...... oh my..... tears as Im typing this.... never have I had gas balloons or flowers on me birthday.... SO 'THIS' WAS THE FEELING OF LOVE AND CELEBRATION that people had felt for years on their birthdays......

Me matie Wendy had said that they had twisted her arm to get me birthday date from her, she knows how private I am about me birthday, even to me other best maties..... but she said there is no way that this special year was going unaddressed.....

So have a butchers at me flowers......and cards....and balloons..





Aint they pretty....... do you know what a lovely feeling it is to open birthday cards..... except for the cards this past few years from me lads, and 2 cards last year that a couple of doodle maties sent me...... I aint never had a 'pile' of cards to open before LOL..... daft right to be so excited at me bleedin age.... what a saddo and how pathetic to feel like a child on its birthday....... ok tears again typing this LMFAO.....

And me little gifts I will treasure for ever.... they was not huge expensive items from me maties..... they was little gifts picked and choosen with care and love with me especially in mind......

Like this from me matie Sharon...... I will treasure it always.....



Its beautiful, with little hand painted chickens all around....... I LOVE jugs with a passion..... I have many jugs and would fill my house with them if I could..... I have from well old antique ones to brand new ones, I use them in everyday life, with bunches of flowers to using them for gravy or milk or custard...... she also found the most funny lovely chicken dangling thing like a handpainted chicken windchime that I have hanging from the beam in me kitchen...



This little bone china mug was one of the gifts from me matie Wendy here, she has for the last 5 years always found me something to do with chickens...... see, even before Janet came into our lives last spring, chickens have always been a love of mine and me matie Wendy here has always known me so well LOL

I always try and make, any maties that I have, birthdays special, either with flowers delivered or by little special found 'things' for their birthdays...... now I 'know' that feeling of 'being thought of' on ones birthday..... it humbled me and made me realise all those years of childhood birthdays and married birthdays when I was never a thought..... how nasty the so called 'protectors' during my life had been..... just a card just a tiny little 'best wishes' ... thats all it takes to make someones life/birthday just a little special.....

Me lads went crazy and I was very moved...... my Tom bought me a new computer, which as yet is not internet connected...but will be in the next few weeks when we change internet servers.... but the most special gift my Tom gave me were his words.... he said 'mum this is for all the years you have put up with us and our ways and raised us on your own... I wish I could give you the past 10 years back' when I asked him why 10 years, he said...... 'because I saw how he treated you even before he left.... and if I could give you these past 10 years back just for you, then I would'..... holy shit...... tears or what......... my Ben bought me one of those special digital picture frames where ya put ya memory card in and all ya photos change every 30 seconds, oh my its wonderful, he knows how much I love me photos and my Sam and Jacob bought me CDs and made supper and did special things ......

So for the first time in me life at the ripe old age of 50...... I realised how special birthdays can be..... sighhhhhhh......

And do ya know....... that 2 weeks after me birthday...... a parcel arrived from the States........ it arrived a weekend when I was real low, a real reflective weekend, a weekend where I questioned my existance on this earth and what I was here for...... a parcel that made me smile and laff and again have tears LOL.....

It was from Shelly, me doodle matie from The Gumbies....... she had taken time and thought and had sent ME a birthday pressie..... not just a card..... but a bloody parcel filled with the most amazing gifts....... how did this friend know that every item in the parcel I would love LOVE LOVE... everything she sent had 'me' written all over it....... AND I WANT TO THANK HER ((((SHELLEY)))) from the bottom of me heart....... even the card, even the bloody card was sooooooo me lol

This is what arrived...... from Shelley, a friend that I have NEVER met, never even spoken to on the phone........... how amazing a person are you..... ( the country jug was a gift from Sharkie months back which I fill with flowers from the market most fridays)...





Everything was local to Shelley WHICH I LOVE... from a smoked salmon vaucmn packed from Seattle to huckleberry tea from her market to the most amazing cook book (which is another passion of mine - I love cookbooks from places I have been to OR from where maties live...... JBelle sent me the most amazing Spokane Cookbooks back in the spring which I adore too).... to blueberry chocolate covered sweeties, and local breakfast cereal YUMmmm.... and the most precious of gifts for me, found with love and thought...... MOOSE SHAPED PASTA lmfao...... oh how I love these little moose shapes and as yet I have not been able to cook and eat them....... cos I wanna keep them for ever LMFAO.......



I know the packet says Elk but they aint Elk they are MOOSES :)

SO (((((SHELLEY)))) fank you...... for making me smile for making me cry and making me feel special about me birthday, for the first time in me life....... fancy having a 'first in life' at the old age of 50 lol

So if you have read down this far, which I very much doubt...... I will tell ya in the week what I bought meself for me birthday LMFAO..... it arrived on me birthday morning...... diamonds you ask? NOPE..... gold? NOPE...... a day off? NOPE....... you will probably think Im a loon but I aint bovvered......

Enuff boring Twaddle for a bright sunny nippy Sunday Autumn afternoon......

x

I Know, I Know But A Bit Of Fear Is Good For The Soul....

Ok....... So its halloween..... we love halloween in this house....... obviously, now me lads are older things have changed....... but we still love it...... when they was all much younger I use to hold the most amazing halloween party for about 30 kids each year, all with homemade goodies and stickie ickie creations...... it became quite the social event in October around here lol.......

And then I met me matie Mary, who had come to live in the village....... Mary was a bloody doodle from Florida and we hit it off instantly.... it was as if we had known each other all our lives........ she came to live in this village with her english hubby....... she had met him whilst he was working out in the states and she fell in love with him and moved half way across the world to be with him.......sigh.... it was such a fairytale story, it makes me so smile to think of them both....... they had 2 nippers, one was my Sams age and she was to become one of Sams bestest maties..... they was inseperatable.... and one was a boy who was my Jacobs age.... he was a couple of quid short of a 10 bob note though.....

Well, cos Mary was a doodle she bought over with her the most amazing halloween decorations, the likes of which we aint never seen over here before......ya see, besides the party I gave every year, no one else around here would 'do' halloween..... but between us me and Mary started the whole halloween movement in this village LMFAO...... thats one of me only claims to fame :)

Mary moved back to America about 3 years ago with her family, I had been her matie for 13 years, they sold their mortgaged house here, paid off the mortgage, moved to Melbourne in Florida, bought a house cash and started a new life debt free there....... she said it was a good place to raise her kids, and all here family where there, and they didnt have any family here........

I miss Mary so very much, more then I miss mad Moira.....

Anyways, thats going WAY way off track....... see how I just waffle off on a different track LOL........

So..... this morning I had 7 nippers here before school....... and most Ive had for years, except this one newish girl that Ive only had for a few months.... and as yet aint quite got use to me sick sense of humour (but she will) lol



Ok... what does this photo have to do with halloween lol...... well just be patient.....see the girl on the right...... well NOTE THE LOOK ON HER FACE lol

So..... cos my lads are all older now we dont go overboard on the decorations..... they now tend to do their own things with their maties on halloween evening..... BUT we do have this coffin that lives under me bed and has for the last 6 or so years..... so I dragged it down the stairs this morning before the nippers arrived and hung some decorations and lights up around the house.......... the coffin was made years ago out of a hoover box lol and it holds a skeleton......called George......



Here is George lol

Well the coffin was in the lounge with the lid down this morning and when all the nippers had arrived we went into the lounge to turn on the halloween lights......

So.... says the little girl on the right of the top picture.... whats in the box.... she is 6.... mattie who is almost 7 says...... thats George I remember him from last year...... who is George the squinny girl asks.....(I love her really :))...

Mattie just looks at me as if to say, you take over lol

Oh, I say...... dont you remember George..... George was the little boy I use to childmind a few years ago........ blank look on the girls face..... Mattie looks at me and smiles (this boy is one touch cookie and has the most deep well rough voice on a 6 year old one could imagine lol)...... but thats a skeleton the squinny girl says........oh, let me explain I say....... by now all the nippers were sat on the sofa in dead silence LMFAO....... George use to come to me early every morning but George always refused to eat his breakfast....... and when it was breakfast time and everyone else would sit at the table, George would hide in the big toy box..... but one day we forgot about George in the box and he was in there for a week, and when we finally remembered where George was hiding.........well, all that was left of him was a skeleton....... so he now lives in that coffin and just comes out to see us on halloween........ with that Mattie picks the dam skeleton up and shakes and it howls LMFAO......and then goes on to say...... and ya know them bones and skulls in the kitchen....... they are other minded kids that disappeared........ of course the boys were all giggling....... BUT.....

OH MY BLOODY HELL.......... the girl has a right proper hissy fit LMFAO......... she screamed and screamed and screamed LMFAO....... hence the tearstained face in the above photo, when they had got their coats on ready for school........

But. I'll tell ya what..... everyone ate their breakfast this morning LOL

I never explained that the story was just made up...... cos a little bit of fear keeps them on their toes, right? LOL

This will be me tonight......



How dare sweet little cute trick or treaters knock on ME DOOR lol...... I crouch down real low and fling the door open and leap out into the dark (we have no street lights in our lane) and scream.... 'WHAT DO YOU WANT' and then I scream...... and all the cute little trick and treaters SCREAM and cripes last year some even cried well proper lol...... I then try and grab their goodie bags whilst saying......give me your trick or treat bags LOL then I go back inside and close the door LMFAO...... I wait a minute to hear the crying stop and the parents try to calm them down and I then open the door with a monster plate of scrummies LOL......

Well, fancy taking ya little ones trick or treating and not expect to be SCARED POOPLESS lol

Bloody kids nowadays are right proper sissys :)......

I dont care that you think Im mean and nasty and wicked and I dont care...... does it look like Im bovvered......

HAPPY HALLOWEEN......... Twaddlers......

x

Spot The Difference..... or NOT ...

Ok.......... Well its been a while, but Ive been so very busy with 'stuff'....... and this week the schools are off for half term..... I was gonna have this week off cos me work load was minimal and I could of farmed out Sprite and Jon and let someone else earn a bit of extra cash...... BUT..... cos I left it to late to bugger off somewhere on me own, I decided to say sod what the doctor ordered and work AND take on extra nippers lol....... well, ya see, if I had taken the week off and just bummed around home there is NO WAY I would of rested, there is always so much to do here, so it would of been pointless, I might as well rake in the extra dosh......

So except for Monday, which I couldnt work cos of circumstances beyond me control, I have worked me fat arse off all week with loads of 'needing to be entertained, fed, educated, bake with, change nappies, shove in and out of the car' nippers..... half terms are often hard cos of the overload of nippers needing holiday cover..... oh well, its me job, I cant help it if I do a grand job of it......

But it has been difficult dragging me knackered backside out of bed in the mornings when its still dark LOL...... and besides the nippers, I have run my Sam and Jacob around all over the place, cos after all, it IS their half term fun time to....... MMMMmmmmmmm wondering when my fun time will be again LOL

Anyways....... twaddling here as per usual...... so, on Tuesday, I shuffled down the stairs at 6.15 cos I knew that Sprite and Jon would be coming at 6.30, cos their dad needed to do extra overtime to be able to pay me the extra childcare LMFAO..... funny right? - So there I am in the kitchen when I thinks, its gonna be a busy busy day and after having not worked on Monday I would be rushing around organising stuff...

So, Im standing in me kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil so I can have me first cuppa char in the morning - I cant begin to wake up until I have me first cuppa :)...... when I thinks...... ok, today will be rushing around, so that could equal hot and sweaty LOL...... so I reach under the sink to find the roll on deodorant, cos I couldnt be arsed to climb back up the stairs to the bathroom...... and in the dim light of the kichen - just one side light on - I lift me shirt and quickly applied me deordant in a hurry as I can hear Sprite and Jon and their dad making there way around the back of me house - yes, parents have to use the 'tradesmans entrance' LMFAO... ok its just the back door, but it saves all the muddy feet walking through the house...... cos we dont have a hallway.......

So hopping on one leg with me shirt up trying to be quick I roll and rub the stuff on and then shove it on the kitchen draining board to put away when the kids are in .......

Now........ I wonder if this is why I disappeared for a week, and it had nuffin to do with being so bloody busy etc.....



Can you spot the difference........

Yep, thats right, what a bleedin dinlo...... I grabbed the VARNISH clothes stain remover thing and rubbed it all over me hairy armpits LOL....... now if only it would of worked then I wouldnt of had to of shaved this week......

Thats what happens when ya dont get enough sleep and ya up at the crack of dawn in the dark fumbling around in the cupboard under the sink.....

There is no bloody hope.... IM DOOMED...... one day me knight will come LOL

Ok, enuff Twaddle for a Friday

Be good...... X

I Have Fairies In The Middle Of Me Garden......

Ok........ I think I have fairies in the middle of me garden..... cos this morning in the rain I spied this.......



It stopped me in me tracks as I hobbled down the garden early this morning to let Janet out...... I LOVE Toadstools.... so love em.... its growing out of the stump where me old apple tree use to be..... remember this post...

here

It was the most beautiful little toadstool...... just growing there all on its own...... I so attached meself with it lol....... the lonely little toadstool growing where nothing else would......

Anyways, if ya have been a blob reader of mine for a while you will probably know that me head overflows with shelves and shelves of memories all stacked high, but it sometimes takes a jog or a nudge or a vision or even a single word, to make me mind unscramble a memory...... and as I bent to take the photo of this little lonely toadstool I had this memory flash into me head.....

I was a bout 8ish or 9ish.... I was a right proper Tomboy, well we use to live on this well rough council estate But at the bottom of our close, we at least had this stream and a long long strip of wide waste land...... if you can imagine a capital letter E, the long part of the E was the wasteground and the little arms of the E was our close(street) and the closes(streets) next to ours and the next one.... all in a straight line and backing onto this wasteground with the stream and the most wonderful tall oak trees along the stream...... so to me as a kid this wasteground and stream and trees was my heaven, was my haven, was my place of retreat, was my safety ..... I would spend hours and hours in the stream and making dens in the tall tall stinging nettles and grasses that grew there..... we called it 'The Dumps' but it was not a dumping ground for rubbish, it was a dumping ground for all us kids from the council estate..... we would have fights against our close(street) and the close next to us, our close was a unit and we sometimes acted as one..... its hard to explain lol......

We would make up competitions with the kids from the other closes(streets) that backed onto the Dumps..... ya know, daft things like, who could swing across the stream on the rope swing and jump off and try and land on the bank on the other side....... which close(street) could build the bestest dam to stop the water in the stream, and who could catch the most StickleBacks(tiny steam fishes) in jamjars...... and who had the guts to swallow one alive.... yep that was me LOL..... who would squeeze through the overflow pipe that was just wide enough for a childs skinny body and crawl along and come out the other side of the main road..... yep that was me...... I did get stuck once and the firebrigade had to come and extract me LOL...... I didnt tell them me name or me parents would of skinned me alive lol

Those were the times of childhood that I hold so dear, those days - cos at weekends I would go down the dumps from the minute I got up until it got dark, and never went home for dinner, and in those days, no parent gave a dam where I was.... those are the precious times when I was free and knew that at least during those hours there would be no beatings, no punishments.... unless..... god forbid I got me shoes wet in the stream, so most of the time I would take off me shoes and socks and just run barefoot all day, and hide me shoes and socks under Kenny Marshes hedge LOL..... maybe now thats why I love not wearing shoes and only wear them when I REALLY have to......

Anyways, sorry, going off track here LOL.......... so the toadstools...... when a new kid came to live in one of the closes there would be an iniitiation thing...... where they had to 'do something' to be able to be in the group.......LOL....... I remember I wanted to change groups once and I had to sit in a chair down the dumps that had been covered in stinging nettles in just me shorts and t-shirt LOL..... well I remember when E and G Fewwings moved to number 9 - there was only 12 houses in our close(street) after a few months they wanted to join in with stuff down the dumps....... so M Bennyworth told them that they had to eat a bowl of toadstools....... JEBUS...... I remember then thinking and knowing that Toadstools are poison and could kill, but no matter how many times I spoke up they took no notice....... I remember telling the 2 boys NOT to eat the toadstools and that they could just hang with me down the dumps..... but, no, they wanted so desparately to be part of the crowd..... whereas me, it didnt make no odds....

I remember Gary started crying cos he said he didnt wanna die....... jebus, this is so very clear in me head :(....... I remember him saying that his mum and dad would miss him LOL...... jebus, even now I remember thinking how lucky he was to even think that.... and how sad if he died cos Martin had made him eat toadstools just to be part of a group........

So...... I volunteered to eat the Toadstools for him AND his brother, cos I remember thinking that no one would miss me, so it wouldnt matter, and if Eric and Gary so desparately wanted to be part of the group, then they needed it more then me......

So....... I ate the bowl of mixed toadstools dirt and all lol..... there must of been about 20..... I remember everyone standing there waiting for me to drop dead LOL....... but I didnt...... well not there and then lol....... this was one Saturday morning..... but I remember within a few hours not feeling very well and having the squirts and me eyes going strange ..... and I remember walking to Kenny Marshs house and getting me shoes and socks from under the hedge and seeing his mum cos I was to scared to go home...... I remember an ambulance coming and being taken to hospital........ I remember me stomach being pumped and spending 2 days in ICU lol....... I remember not wanting to live cos I knew I would have to face me parents when I went home...... I remember Mrs Marsh coming to the hospital to take me home..... and.... I remember the thrashing of a lifetime I got from me dad and then me mum when me dad went to work...... not a love thrashing cos they was glad I didnt die, but a thrashing with a belt for making fools of them and embarrassing them....... lol...... and I remember having the week off of school cos of being in hospital and eating the Toadstools and then a fortnight off of school cos of the thrashing, and having to tell everyone that I was still poorly from having eaten the toadstools, I even remember me teacher coming to visit and me desparately wanting to tell her why I was not at school.......

So........... I have fairies at the bottom of me garden and memories stacked on the shelves of me mind...... maybe it was those fairies that looked out for me that time.... who knows..... maybe it was just me stubborn will to survive childhood and life.....

OK, spilled way to much Twaddle for a wet Tuesday.....

x

Shaking In Me Boots and Bits and Bobs......

Ok............ Sorry I aint been around, cripes its been a whole week since I last Twaddled.......

I had a bit of a tumble down the stairs on Tuesday evening and thought I had broken me hip LOL..... that would of been just me luck, what with me bloody gimpy knee, which did suffer a bit of a knock in the same fall..... but I think all is well.... :).... lets hope anyways.... I say this whilst dragging meself across the floor in a commando style crawl cos I cant stand up LOL..... just kidding..... (ps... me Doctor advised a trip to hospital for Xray... like I have time for that lol - I will see if the pain disappears in a few more days first)...


This landed in me inbox on Tuesday...... oh bugger, maybe the wishes in this annoyingmouse email had force, and maybe whomever sent it has some sort of magical powers....... should I be 'Shaking In Me Boots' LMFAO.....


Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Hoovers And A LoveBird Named Bones Dont Mix..........":

This is disgusting. I hope something horrible happens to you so I can have a good laugh at your fortunate demise.

Posted by Anonymous to TWADDLE everyday rubbish at 09 October 2007 20:52

It was all over this post.....

here

Ya just have to laff, especially when whomever it is aint got the guts to post as themselves, but then I suppose postings from a mental institute are regulated...... *shrugg lol


Ya know when I was in Maine during the summer..... ok ok how could you forget..... well whilst there I bought this, what to me, was the most wonderful stone bowl, with a stencil of a red lobster on it, it was purchased for a few reasons, one was in honour of Larry the lobster I couldnt save and had to eat, and one was cos I LOVE stone bowls, and another cos I love buying things that are actually made where I am at the time and not in China :)...... so the bowl was very special to me, it was to be a lifetime bowl, a bowl that everytime I looked at it and used it, it would nudge wonderful memories of me time in Maine.....

Well, last night I had it on the side with some meat in it defrosting from the freezer, and I forgot to put it in the fridge before I buggered off to bed, and the stray cat that has moved in with us again for the winter, long story, must of investigated the lamb fillets defrosting and he knocked the 'Larry Bowl' off the side onto me stone floor and when I got up this morning the bowl was smashed into hundreds of bits :(.... I was so very sad this morning...... I hope it aint a sign....



RIP Larry Bowl...... I loved you and will miss you........ but it means I will have to go back to Maine and replace ya ;)...


Last week was an expensive week, I had to buy (ordered and have to wait 3 weeks) a new tumble drier, cos my Tom burnt the motor out of me other one (which was only 18 months old) by putting soaking dripping wet jeans and a towel in it and turning it on for 2 hours....... YA CANT PUT DRIPPING stuff in a tumble drier ya bloody divvy dinlo..... so that was an expensive mistake, but he did give me $250 towards it which was half the cost....

I also had to get a new microwave, cos the other one was sparking and Im sure its not suppose to do that, even though the effect was great to watch.......



My Jacob and Sam had great fun though, they plugged the old microwave into the extension lead and put it in the garden and put all different sorts of things in it to zap...... they blow up eggs in their shells..... sorry Janet.... and they put forks and foil and tins of beans unopened in it lol...... I know, I know, sort of dangerous, but, hey, sometimes ya just have to experiment..... I did, pull the ropes of them stuffing the Twat neighbour in there and zapping him, see, Im all heart ;)... maybe annoyingmouse would like a turn on the turntable LOL..


I also had to buy a new mobile phone, remember I broke mine whilst in Maine and its been over a month now since I had one, I dont actually use it much but I NEED one so that parents of me minded nippers always have access to me, and for emergencies..... I loved me old phone, and it had such a loud ring which I need and it use to flash all different colours when it rang.......but alas it was 2 years old so I couldnt find one the same.....

But you should of seen it blow up in the microwave LMFAO...... :) just another experiment lol

My lads have well good new fangled phones that sing and dance and have blue teeth or something, but I dont need all that, I just need one that makes and receives phone calls and one that can text and its fun to have a camera on board....... so I just bought a Sony Ericsson Z310i in bright red :) - everyone says its pink BUT IT AINT cos I DONT do pink..... anyways I loves me new phone..... I still dont know all the things it can do though and I still cant get use to the different ringtone...... and it DOES have blueteeth LMFAO.....



Its soooooo tiny compared to me other phone, I wonder how long before I lose it lol...



Look, it even has one of those flippy up lids :)..... its well posh compared with me old one.....

So last week was a tad expensive, and I aint made of bloody money ya know......

Anyways, that was part of me week....... to much Twaddle right?

x

Why Oh Why Cant I Just Have A 'Normal' Day....

Ok........ What you have to know about me is that I dont really like shopping as such... not unless its for special pressies for friends or things for me lads.... I so DONT like grocery shopping, and mostly I do it on line and the blokie comes out in his van and delivers it for me, and now he even carries it through into me kitchen LMFAO..... and it only cost like $10 ... thats well cheap for someone to do ya shopping and deliver it for ya......

But I do have to still go out and get the fresh fruit and veggies and bread etc.... so I tend to drag a matie along with me, that way we get to have such a laff... and jebus, do we laff.....

So, Tuesday, after dropping off 6 at school which leaves me with 3, I rings me bestest matie Sharon and says 'Im going to Sainsburys, do ya wanna come'..... now what you have to know is that Sainsburys is a LOVELY grocery shop, as far as grocery shops go that is..... and its quite a treat..... so even though its half way into town its a nice trip out..... sure she says..... we both like Sainsburys, so with 6 under 3s in tow we shove everyone in me car and head off......

We hadnt even got out of the village, nay, not even past the White Hart Pub, or the village green...... WHEN IT HAPPENED.......jebus lordy, just one NORMAL day would be such a gift from you..... ...

As we turned into Forest Road, I saw it, I almost ran it over...... a black bunny rabbit came hopping out of someones drive and almost under the wheels of me car, so I do this emergency stop LMFAO..... it was a great test to see if all the baby seats were actually in the car proper LOL.... and me matie even though she was seat belted in, she shot forward and the drink she was holding went flying LOL....... yep, I can still stop on a tanner LOL



What the hell, she says....... then she spots what I had spotted....... a little black bunny, which now had run back onto the pavement and was disappearing into someones gateway..... so I pulls me car over to the side of the road and we both look at each other...... and I says...... well, we cant just leave it here, next time it wont be so lucky with someones driving and it will get run over, can you live with that, what if when we come back its splattered all over Forest Road...... now this is the matie that was with me the day we did the roadkill photos lol.... she replied..... WE have to go and get groceries and we HAVE to be back by 12 for pre-school pickup....we DONT have time for this....... to which I replied....... you murderer LOL.... she just rolled her eyes at me and I said..... remember Larry the Lobster in Maine that I told you about...... yes she replied(giggling).... well, I said, he was not so lucky....... but this bunny has us....... NOW GET OUT THE BLOODY CAR AND HELP ME CATCH IT LMFAO......

Out we get, and stand at the gate of the garden it had disappeared into.....it was on the front lawn munching on the grass..... well, you know what, that bunny just didnt wanna be caught LMFAO..... we chased/hobbled around this persons garden trying to get it, Im sure it was smurking at us.... once I got well close and squatted down within feet of it and Sharon said 'rugby tackle it' so I leapt full length across the grass LOL but it just hopped away ...... by now there are about 7 people standing at the gate watching me and me matie run amoke in this persons garden...... I did have the sense to knock on the door first to see if anyone was in lol...... we climbed through shrubs and over flower beds chasing the dam thing... didnt it know that its life was in our hands, and that we was only trying to rescue it from certain death.....

After about 15 minutes, now wet cos the grass was wet and muddy cos of the rugby tackles lol the people begin to drift off, thank goodness..... I decided to knock on the houses either side of the house where the bunny was...... the bloke in the house on the left said that the rabbit actually belonged to the people in the house on the right of where we was running amoke..... so I knocked on there, and there was no reply..... so back to trying to catch the dam thing..... what we was gonna do with it, we hadnt stopped to think....... Jebus we was laffing so hard.......

The little house where the bunny was hopping around was a lovely little house and quite posh...... so as I ran past the front window in pursuit I stopped and looked in the window LOL..... ok ok, I know I shouldnt of, but I was nosey...... it was well posh in there LOL...... so I says..... cripes Sharon this house is well fancy, and she comes and stands next to me, but, oh no, she cant just have a quick gander can she, no, she has to put her face right up to the glass and hands above her eyebrows she has a right proper stare in....... there is me thinking, I hope these people really are OUT and aint gonna come walking down the stairs into this room with nowt on but a smile LOL......

As we both stood staring in the window, all thoughts of the bunny gone lol..... we hear a car pull up behind mine and hear 2 doors slam..... bloody hell, I think, its probably the owners of the house LOL....... but oh no..... of course it cant be that dam simple can it..... OH NO it cant LOL........

I turn around trying to quickly think what the hell I am gonna say to these people, and I look at the garden and the flowers, some of which was a bit flattened..... Sharon is still peeping in the window LOL..... as TWO POLICEMEN stroll up the path LMFAO....... shit, I whisper..... its the fuzz..... Sharon jumps round thinking I was messing around, and sure enough there stood to coppers lol..... I was so tempted to say 'ello ello ello' .. but I just said...... oh my, fank goodness, you two can help us catch the bunny....

OK, says the short copper, completely ignoring my plea for help, please explain what you are doing on this property..... we have just got a report of 2 people..... presumeably you 2..... peering into windows of this property and doing some strange dance in the garden...... HOW I KEPT A STRAIGHT FACE I WILL NEVER KNOW....... oh I say, they aint in, we thought we could shimmie up the drainpipe and in the open bedroom window and load the car up with the telly and video and DVD player....... oh and dont forget the microwave and the kitchen sink, pipes up me matie....... DEAD SILENCE....... are you trying to be smart.... the tall copper says.... well ya just gotta laff I says.... do we look like robbers.... do robbers take 6 nippers with them when casing a joint... I DONT THINK SO......

By now the rabbit was nowhere to be seen, so as we are trying to explain what we really were doing in this persons garden, we had no evidence LOL.......after another 15 minutes pass I say..... look, if your going to arrest us then hurry up cos we have nappies to change, shopping to get, bunnys to save and kids to pick up at noon........

I still had me camera out and was gonna take the coppers photo when he asked me kindly NOT TO POINT 'THAT' AT HIM AND CERTAINLY THIS WAS NO LAFFING MATTER lol...... they eventually believe us and escourted us off the property with words of..... next time if you both see an imaginary bunny, just call the RSPCA....... bloody smartarses...... we was just trying to do the right thing..... we was just trying to save a little bunny....... I know we pushed it by staring through the front windows LOL......

Dam those people next door who had let their black bunny rabbit wander out into the road....... so as the coppers drove off, I told me matie that we should write a note and post it through their letterbox LMFAO..



This is a photo of the quickly scribbled note LOL....... as I was posting it through the letterbox the bloody coppers had driven around the village green and stopped again next to me car LMFAO........ I just smiled sweetly as I walked backed to me car, jumped in and we drove off......

See, ya try and do a good samaritan deed.... ya try and be good and honest and caring........ and where the hell does it get ya........ ALMOST ARRESTED lol....... well sod that bunny, next time I will make a stew out of him.....

Enuff Twaddle for a Friday..... off to school to pick up nippers.....

X

It Was An Accident - Dont Hate Me - Groyns And The Sins Of Ones Father...

Ok.......British nippers get a 5-6 weeks summer break from school, and usually everything else closes for that time to..... my Jacob's Scouts closes, except for the summer camp that is...... so just before everything stops for a break, our scout group usually have a BBQ down on the beach at Hayling Island.....

What you have to bare in mind when I tell you what happened is this..... my lad use to go to Friday Scouts..... but one of the blokes that runs is it a right pratt... he is well a 'jobs worth' and he use to treat the lads more like scivvies then lads there to learn and have fun, he was not only way to strict he was a control freak.... so after a year of this we decided to open another troop on a Wednesday night.... and many of the lads transferred over...the bloke from Fridays was so not happy lol........ tough tittie I say.... Wednesdays nights is all about fun and laughing and doing dangerous but controlled things LOL you know PROPER BOY THINGS......

But both Friday and Wednesday groups get together for the end of term BBQ cos after all we all belong to the same unit... and we would be camping together during the summer....

What you also have to remember when I tell this story is that the bloke from Fridays is married to one of me maties.... what the hell she sees in the jerk is beyond me....what you also have to remember is that I childmind their lad who is now 6 and I have since he was a little baby...... I LOVE this little lad to death...... he has aweful astma and eczema and a couple of times Ive been in a riskie life and death situation with him.....

So, we were given the time and date for the BBQ, I should of known from the outset that things would not go according to plan, but then, we are talking about me, and if you have learnt anything about me from me blob its that..... I aint normal LOL.....

OK, scene set.......

Hayling Island is great.... its reached by one road over the hayling bridge and it sticks out in the water opposite Portsmouth, which is just across the harbour..... I have great memories of hayling as a kid when we use to catch the little steam train called The Puffing Billy onto the island....... it has what we call 'groyns' sticking out into the water, they stop the beach from eroding and make great places to climb on as kids lol...... the sand and stones on either side of the groyns are different levels at the top end of the beach and the difference can sometimes be 5-6 feet..... they make great wind breaks to.... as on our BBQ night when the wind was blowing it was nice to be able to shelter on the lower side of the groyns....

There was a photo of the groyns at Hayling on me post about deciding to go on holiday.... here are a couple more.... I took these the night of the BBQ... see how the sky changed within minutes...





Aint they just great......

So we get there and I park.....



See, even me parking down the seafront aint normal, why oh why cant I just park like everyone else, in a straight line, all facing one way..... but no..... I have to just drive up, plonk me car anywhere and get out and lock the doors LOL - It should of been a sign of what was to come LOL - guess which car is mine :)

So, we all gather down on the beach and the BBQs are lit whilst the lads all go for a swim..... it was not a very warm evening and the nip in the wind was well cold lol..... so the lads were not in the water to long, you have to remember this is getting on for 9 o'clock at night...... so when they had dried off they was starving.....



See the little lad sitting on the edge of the groyns, the one in red with the blonde hair, thats the little lad that I mind who I love to death and would place me life on the line for..... shame his father is such a pratt LOL - but you can see the difference in the height of the stones either side of the groyns....

Well the pratt from Friday Scouts seemed to take over the BBQ cooking..... now, I aint no snob..... I mix with everyone..... no matter what anyones situation in life is...or what job they hold.. BUT..... I will just say that we have this little glop of 'parents' whos kids have just joined scouts, that I find very difficult to strike up a conversation with..... they turned up at the casual on the beach BBQ in clothes that were more intune with London Fashion week LMFAO.... so there was no way they was gonna get stuck in with the lads... there is me and me maties with just blankets on the sand, but on no, not them.... they had beach loungers and bloody tables and the works lol...... oh well they will live and learn if they are to become an intregral part of our group LOL.....



This is some of the lads waiting for the burgers to cook......

The friday night pratt blokie that was in charge of the cooking dont like my Jacob, cos he left his troop to join wednesdays.....and Jacob knew from last years camp that his cooking aint to great, so when my jacob got to the front of the burger queue he says to the pratt..... oh how long before the burgers are ready..... NOW was the reply... now if I have taught me lad anything it is that you cant eat burgers if they aint cooked all the way in the middle, not unless ya want the squirts for days.... so my Jacob says.... but you have only just put them on the BBQ, they surely aint cooked yet..... with that the bloke takes one off the grill and puts it in a bun and hands it to Jacob with words of 'oh just get on with it'.... so me lad walks over to me for inspection of his burger LOL...... oye Graham (not his real name to protect being sued lol) I says... this burger so aint cooked, what ya trying to do, kill wedsnesday night scouts off......so the bloke says...... well he will just have to wait at the end of the queue now and if there are any left then Jacob can have one...... so I says..... I DONT THINK SO GRAHAM...... hey Jacob go take this back and yet a cooked one.... with that the bloke all but throws a burger at my lad..... and it falls on the sand..... by now I could of headbutted the bloke lol.....

So I thought all is fair in love and war..... and Graham had so insensed me LOL...... now I aint really a violent person...... but this bloke so needed to be taken down a peg or to..... so I thought..... he was trying to kill my lad with a dodgy burger, so if I aimed it right, the burger that is, I could throw it well hard and it would hit him in the side of his head.... and all the tomatoe sauce would look like blood :)..... so me matie Jackie, who is actually a CID copper was giggling when I told here what I planned to do..... and she just said 'go for it' LOL.... I mean, everyone was sort of throwing things around by now, so no one would noice a flying uncooked burger in a bun.....

Oh my good grief.... talk about a great shot...... well it would of been..... if bloody Graham had not sidestepped to his right just as the burger was heading his way..... so instead of it hitting Graham in the side of his 'smug up his own arse head' it whistled past him and hit the little lad Mattie that I childmind..... smack right between the eyes...... GULP..... holy poo..... it all then went in slow motion...... he was sitting on the edge of the groyn with his feet dangling over the 5 foot drop...... he swayed and wobbled and then fell off the bloody groyn 5 foot down onto the sand and stones....... all in slow motion........ I THINK ME PLAN HAD GONE A TAD WRONG......... now you must understand cos of all of Matties health problems he could of been a right wimp, but his mum had made him one of the toughest little nippers I have ever come across...... she said he would need to be tough to overcome many of his problems....and Mattie never crys..... he is well ard.......

But cry he did..... he not only cried he HOWLED and screamed and no matter what was said he just wouldnt stop..........



I think it was more the shock of falling off the groyn more then the actual injury from the uncooked burger.... ok OK so he did have a bit of a tiny little red mark and bump on the side of his head due to hitting the stones from a great height....... but hey........The Sins of Our Fathers right?.......

He did eventually calm down and YES I did confess to throwing the burger and YES it was a learning curve..... I learnt that when throwing an uncooked burger at a pratt to make allowances for the fact that it could be a moving target :).....

Mattie did forgive me and me matie his mum did eventually find it funny...... BUT how great was I, I always have me camera at hand LMFAO

Mattie was proud of his 5 foot fall and apparently went around the rest of the summer telling everyone that Mel had lobbed a burger at him......... now you see why I needed to skip the country for a few weeks......

To calm you down just a few other photos of the evening.....



See them things in the air that look like kites, they are them wave kite surfers, hayling is a great place for water sports.......



It was time to go home after this photo lol

Dont Hate me..... and if you do..... does it look like Im bovvered.....cos, just sometimes in life, ya cant plan for the unexpected :)

Enuff Twaddle for a wet and damp Monday afternoon.... x