Monthly Archives: November 2006

For ee

The Danny Wallace *I* like is certainly not a footballer.

No person should be excused any crime on arbitrary grounds such as the team they support.

Other than that, I am pretty tolerent of the football fans in WibWorld.


Sometimes I think that I’m all grown-up

Today my Dad and Mum came to visit Husband and self in our new house. They travelled from Dorset for the day, which is no mean feat as we live in S Wales. My feelings of ‘all grown up’ started when I went to meet them at an agreed point in order to help Dad navigate the twisty-turny bit at the end of the journey. Here is the thing – I had to slow down so that he could keep up with me! (Dad used to drive for the police force.)

The next illusion of maturity came with the realisation that I was making lunch for my parents and my Husband in a home on which we have a mortgage (i.e. to all intents and purposes it is OWNED by us – not rented). The domestic scene created by the three kitts just added to that feeling.

So here I am:
living in my own home,
driving faster than my parents,
owning cats.

Like I say, sometimes I think that I’m all grown up.

Then again, when Mum still straightens my collar and tells me to leave the cats alone as they are sleeping, I realise that nothing really changes!

Btw, for those who have been following the tale of my lovely Mum, she seemed really cheerful today. I think she was glad to have had the chance to get out of the usual routine and come to see us. It was her birthday yesterday and she appeared genuinely pleased with the plant I gave her. ‘Real Mum’ was very much in evidence today and I am really happy to have seen it. Dad also seemed happy, despite the fact that he no longer enjoys driving much. All in all, a great day. 🙂

Been good to catch up

Hello all. Am on a day off from work at the moment. Legit, not stress-fuelled thankfully. I have had a chance to catch up with a few of you in WibWorld but, before my whole day disappears, I thought I had better post something of my own. Given that I have spent alot of time ‘visiting’, I reckon that a reflection on WibWorld is the most likely post to emerge. Here goes:

1) I love the fact that this place is a wonderful balance of serious and seriously silly! We can be reflecting on some deep and meaningfuls or offering much needed support at one moment, and laughing out loud at some amusing anecdote or daft link in the next. Sometimes it is far too easy to get caught up in the deep and the deeply distressing (esp if you are me!) and laughter truly is the best medicine.

2) The similarities and the diversity are also great. I enjoy finding out that there are people out there who also enjoy Danny Wallace and Scrubs, for e.g., but the fact that football lovers are also welcome is kinda cool too 😉 On a more profound note, it is good to see how others approach the same God in a variety of ways but that we can still dialogue (grins at Tiffer) in honesty and acceptance (at least, I hope we can!)

3) Another thing I have noticed is that people here seem to want to be weird?!? I am no exception and was a bit disappointed that I was scored as only 60% weird. I do know of 90% weirdo though who only admitted this in a comment on another blog. He is actually trying to bring this down – what is WRONG with that boy?

Hmm, this leads me to a final thought.

Being truly ‘weird’ in an outcast-on-the-edge-of-society sort of way is not generally seen as being desirable. However, people also seem to aspire not to be considered 100% ‘normal’?

Why is this, do you think?

Other stuff

The previous post was going to form part of this update, but it took on a life of its own and demanded its own space. I conceded and now for the rest.

Having recently returned to serve the notice period on my job, I am working in a scheme for substance abusers at the moment. My twisted mind can interpret this as meaning that I am supporting people who have a tendency to hurl insults at, ooh, I dunno, playdoh or something. The other name for this client group is substance misusers. This does other things to my literal brain, which has me thinking of people who put salt in their coffee because they are unaware of the proper function for sodium.

Err, digression, sorry.

Anyway, I have been spending evening and week-end shifts taking breath tests, chatting when people need to/want to and checking the CCTV for suspicious activity. I have also been calling bingo numbers and asking quiz questions. A vaired and sometimes surprising role, with some varied and sometimes surprising people – and that’s just the staff.

One good thing is that the project is within easy driving distance and the travel is out of peak times. The staff are, in fact, lovely. Funnily enough, when I first started my peripatetic job I was placed at this project. They made me very welcome then and, now that I am ending my time with the peripatetic support team at their scheme, they have accepted me just as warmly again. They have already asked me to their Christmas ‘do’ in mid December (despite the fact that I will have finished working with them by that time) and all signed a little card for my birthday (which they found out when I asked almost on arrival if I could switch shifts in order to keep plans for my sister to visit). How lovely is that?!?

Yes, it was my birthday on Saturday. If the three score years and ten thing still holds in this era of the aging demographic, then I am now officially middle aged. Hah, good thing that I am female and thus have a longer life expectancy than average. Are you convinced…? Don’t think I am, sadly :/

Anyhoo, my sis came up on Sat. She fell in love with the kitties and has been duly entertained and fussed over by them. She brought me some slippers with sheep on, which bleat gently if you press their tummies. Friends of mine may remember a previous pressie from sis, slippers with sheep on that would sort of dance if I moved my feet in a particular way. Anyone see a theme here? I really like the slippers, as do the kitts, as does my sister. She forgot to bring hers and has been wearing my birthday gifts for the past couple of days while I have been slopping around in my old ones, on which the sheep could probably be classed as mutton by this time 😉 I forgive her tho, cos today we went to Cardiff for some retail therapy and she bought me lunch and some lovely bath smellies from Lush to complete the birthday experience. I had to work Sunday, but Sat saw Husband, sis and self going for an evening pub meal and I brought take-away home for us all after my shift on Sunday. Food food food! Diet starts…umm…realistically…in the New Year!

Alien Technology

Last weekend we visited the MPH06 motor show in London, which was great fun. As Husband has pointed out on his blog, the chassis of a J744444444444+99999999999999999999999999999999 (oops, kitty on the keyboard). Anyhoo, the chassis of an old model of Jaguar (yeah, like I know WHAT model!?!) does indeed look very alien when viewed head on. We were walking around gazing at the shiny cars when this unpainted, unadorned chassis which was hanging from the ceiling caught my eye. I looked at it as it ‘stared’ at me, with the thought that it looked like some fantastical creature or other going through my head (the thought, not the creature – that would be MESSY!!!) I stood there a while with my sole musing being nothing but, "What DOES that remind me of?" (Sorry, I split infinitives in my thought life.) Eventually, it occured to me that the beings I was reminded of by the bulbous headlight ‘eyes’ and the small ‘mouth’ in the middle of the ‘head’ were the criminal family of aliens featured on Dr. Who, who took over the skins of key Britsh political figures.

I reckon that the cry of ‘It looks like a Slytheen!’, accompanied by the speaker pointing at a classic car chassis has not been witnessed at the Earl’s Court motor show ever before.

Nor is it likely to ever again.

Feeling loved

Thanks people. That you are all so happy for me makes me feel very loved. Mushy old sod, ain’t I?!?

Hopefully this job will mean that the Holy Grail of the mythical Work/Life Balance may be closer to attainment in my life. Perhaps.

For those that want to know, the job is in similar vein, but with different company (better? one can hope!), less hours but more pay per hour. Will mean that Only Husband and self will need to take good look at finances, but reckon we can make both ends meet. (cue bad pun about butcher who put breadcrumbs in the middle of his sausages…c’mon, you know it!) May need to do a few extra hours in a local shop job or something similar, but that will be okay. A slightly scarey thing about new job is that it will be primarily with youngsters of a ‘challenging’ nature. Those who know me will be aware that I have long held the belief that ‘challenging’ is a euphemism used by Christians meaning ‘bloody difficult’. I have also learned that it is widely utilised in the social care field to mean pretty much the same thing. Ah, well, it will be a challenge!

Back to start working my notice on Monday, seeing as I am ‘well’ again (how DO you measure mental well-being?) Here’s hoping and praying that my sanity will remain intact over the next month as I count down the days ’til I leave.

Oh, Smudgie, to claim your free chocolate, put on a scarey costume and click on this word – CHOC.

Oh dear. Did it not work? Damn my technical incompetence! 😉