Thursday, June 30, 2011

Self Sabotage....

Why is it that so many women are like me and seem hell bent on sabotaging themselves?....

Yesterday was my first weigh-in day with Mysterious M over at Finding Myself, and I was really proud of the 2 of us for being brave enough to post our weight on the net for all to see....

As I spent most of yesterday dying in agony or recovering from my massive migraine attack, it was a good day with regards to dieting....

Today I am trying to figure out why I just ate a chicken and bacon pastie and 2 chocolate digestives when I didn't even feel hungry....

Now I feel completely bloated because I have eaten way too much for my lunch, and I am wishing that I hadn't promised to make spaghetti & meatballs for dinner because now I will feel incredibly guilty if I eat them....

I will eat them of course, because homemade spaghetti & meatballs are to die for, but having given myself a really good dieting start yesterday, I have scuppered it all in one day, because I couldn't resist the 500+ caloried pastie sitting in the fridge begging to be eaten - it wasn't even that tasty - pretty bland really!....

Oh well lesson learned I guess then - all that glitters in the fridge is definitely not food gold, but has probably got far too many calories to be eaten just for the sake of it!....

Back to the veggies and fruit as of tomorrow I think - Only 10 days until my trip and I really do need to drop a few more pounds if possible before I go....

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Migraine....

Why is it that I have to be plagued by Migraines?....
Did I do something bad that I need punishing for?....
I am told that bad stuff always happens to good people, and there has been plenty of bad stuff in my life over the years so I guess I must be really good people!....

Actually the migraines aren't as bad as they used to be. I used to have to take some funny little preventative tablets called Methysergide, and I could vary how many I took a day depending on how many attacks I was having and how frequently. When I met the wonderful S my life completely changed and became so much less stressful that I found I wasn't having any attacks at all and so I don't take the funny little tablets any more....

However, when I do have an attack, I rely on the truly wonderful Zolmitriptan tablets to make it go away, and I try to make sure that I always have some at home and some in my bag (just in case). However, last night I felt my headache starting and I went to get my tablets, but couldn't find any. I was kicking myself because on the mantlepiece there was a prescription from the doctor for more of them that I had forgotten to get filled yesterday. In the absence of any Ibuprofen, I took a couple of Acetaminophen (god knows what they are but S left a huge bottle of them so I took them) and went to bed....

This morning I woke up at around 5am to what can only be described as the worst pain you can imagine - it was like labour pain in my head, and I thought I was going to quite literally die. I got up to go in search of tablets to take, and was amazed to find one solitary Zolmitriptan tablet on the mantlepiece right next to my prescription. Why I didn't see it last night I have no clue, but I took it with a few of the Acetaminophen and headed back to bed in the hope that relief from the pain would come swiftly if I could just get back off to sleep....

How wrong was I. At 7am G came into my room and I had to ask him if he could get his brother out of bed and could make the sandwiches for the 2 of them to take to school. It is at times like this when I am so grateful that G is a doer, because he understood completely the pain that I was in, and was more than capable of getting his younger brother out of bed, and making a few ham sandwiches for them to take for their lunch - I drifted off into sleep again, wondering why the pain seemed to be getting even worse when I had taken my super cure all tablet....

I didn't wake again until 10.30ish. I lay there in bed not daring to move and trying to ascertain whether the pain was any better or whether I was just imagining it. Then I wondered why there was any pain at all. Surely the tablet should have worked by now - they normally take 20mins. That being said, I normally take one as soon as I feel the headache coming on, not once the migraine has taken full hold of me....

I got up and went downstairs. I knew I needed to eat something before I contemplated taking anything else tablet wise, and I also knew that I was going to have to get myself dressed and down to the chemist to get my prescription filled before I could have any more Zolmitriptan. So at 11am, armed with sunglasses, I drove down to the chemist, got my meds and drove back home. I took another Zolmitriptan with another 3 Acetaminophen and lay on the sofa to wait for the tablets to do their thing - convinced that this time they would be able to take away the remainder of the pain....

By 1pm, the pain was worse again, and I was questioning whether this was in fact a migraine at all. my migraine's are what they call 'Classic without Aura'. This means that there are no real triggers for them, although that's a lie because they are definitely linked to my menstrual cycle, and I don't get any flashing lights or nausea - well that's normally the case - by 1pm, I felt sick and hot and I couldn't focus properly. I took yet more Zolmitriptan and another 3 Acetaminophen, and I told myself that if this didn't work I was going to have to phone the doctor because there was obviously something seriously wrong with me!....

As I lay in the sofa trying to doze off, I could finally feel my legs turning to jelly (Zolmitriptan can do that to you), and I managed to get off to sleep. I woke up at 2.30pm feeling like I was in a thick fog, but thankfully there was no pain whatsoever. I lay there for a little while just to be sure, and then decided on a long hot shower, and now I am back in the land of the living and it is like I never had a migraine....

I can honestly say that it must be 4 years since I had an attack that bad - certainly it was before I was diagnosed properly and started taking my meds. I think that the pain only got as bad this time because I didn't take my ZolmitriptanZolmitriptan tablets and 9 Acetaminophen tablets (and I don't even know much about the Acetaminophen - I think they are a cross between paracetamol and aspirin)
Now, I have rambled on quite enough, I'm going to see if I can find something useful to do with the next few hours....



Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Nearly there....

As of today, Tuesday, there are only 12 days until my lovely Dad will be depositing me at Birmingham airport for my 9am flight to New York....
Once there I might hang around for a few hours then hop on my connecting flight to Cali, where the wonderful S will be waiting for me....

If I said I was just a teeny bit excited, would you believe me?...

Suddenly it seems as if the last 74 days have simply faded into the past and all I can see is the next 12 days flying by before I fly off myself....

Of course there are a couple of drawbacks to my trip - I won't see the kids for 2 weeks, so that will be kind of hard, although at the same time it will be fantastic for S and I to have the time together, just us! Can't actually think of another drawback so I guess that is the only one - Oh no I know what the other one is - doh, silly me - I have to come home and spend another hugely long time away from S before he can take some time off work and come over here....

He did speak to the USCIS yesterday to notify them of the change of address, and it would seem that it takes them 3 to 5 months to verify that we actually do have a relationship together, and then they hand over to the State Dept to do the rest which could be another 3 months depending on how quickly they move - this means that it really could be Christmas time before the Visa is granted...If anyone from the USCIS and the State Dept are reading this, please look kindly on our case, because being apart for so long is truly horrendous on me, S and the kids!...

Once I do get there (did I mention it's only 12 days now?), I will have my work cut out for me. S has arranged for all of the furniture and stuff to arrive just before I do hopefully, so I will be busy sorting everything out while he is busy at work. I am hoping for a little down time though, and have ordered Cranky Old Man's book from Amazon, which hopefully I will get time to sit out in the back yard and read. If you haven't read any of Cranky Old Man's blog, you really should give him a minute or 2 of your time. He never fails to make me smile, and I am looking forward to reading his book, which you can't get here in the UK (Amazon take note and sell it here too)....

Also we are planning to spend some time walking up in the mountains, which are literally on our doorstep. With a little luck I could come back a few pounds lighter than when I leave, which would be wonderful, although I think with Cali heat, I may well be tempted to down one of two beers as we watch the sun go down....


Saturday, June 25, 2011

Another Week....

This week seems to have literally flown by and it was only earlier this afternoon that I realised that I hadn't posted anything on my blog all week....

To be honest, I have spent most of the week feeling absolutely shattered, and have been struggling to stay awake past 8.30 each night....

On Wednesday I dozed off on the sofa at around 7ish, then woke up for half and hour when S phoned me at 8.30; then went upstairs to lie on my bed with H while he read to me (don't ask me why, but at 12 yrs old he has suddenly decided that not only does he actually enjoy reading, but he enjoys reading to Mum), I remember him reading the first few pages, but then I fell asleep again and didn't wake until around 3am, at which point the boys had thankfully locked up and everywhere was in darkness, so I called S, only to be told that I should be asleep, and then went back to bed and slept until the alarm went off at 6.15am....

Thursday night wasn't much better, H suffers from night terrors, although we haven't really had many in the last couple of years - that was until this last week. He had a minor one on Tuesday night after G had subjected him to 'Gladiator' on the DVD at bedtime, but Thursday night was an award winning one! H and G went up to bed at 9.30pm as normal, and I settled down to enjoy a bit of catch up TV. At 9.50 I heard H thunder across the upstairs landing and come charging down the stairs into the lounge. He was obviously fast asleep but his eyes were really wild and glaring and he was waving his arms frantically and shouting "Mum, Mum, we have to get out now - they are everywhere!". My first reaction was to laugh because the picture was quite comical and I asked him why we needed to get out. H replied "Can't you see them they are everywhere! Mum they're coming,the aliens are coming for us, we need to leave now!" and he was charging around the room. I tried to grab him and stop him moving around but he just wrestled me and shouted "You're not my Mum - where's Mum, we have to get out NOW" I tried to persuade him that I was Mum and somehow managed to get him upstairs to the bathroom, because usually a trip to the toilet is the key to getting him to snap out of his 'terror'. We have a little ritual where I kind of chant "Go away nasty dream leave my H alone" and H usually joins in and once he has been to the loo, this helps to bring him back to reality. Not on Thursday! I went through the routine and he joined in and seemed to calm down, but when I asked him "Are you back with me now H?" he looked at me and said "Yes Mum, but we have to get out now because the aliens are everywhere" and as he spoke his voice got higher and he started to get hysterical again. I tried to hold him, and his little heart was beating like it was going to burst out of his chest. He ran out of the bathroom and back downstairs to the lounge. I chased after him, and tried to calm him again. I managed to get him to lie down on the sofa with me, and just kept reassuring him that he was safe and everything was OK. Eventually he calmed down again and seemed to drift off into a deep sleep, but 5 minutes later I made the mistake of moving slightly, and he shot upright and started screaming again that we had to leave the house before the aliens got us, and couldn't I see them! These episodes of calming and hysteria carried on until around 12.30am when I decided that I really needed to get him somewhere so that I could try and get some sleep! There was obviously no way that I was going to be able to bring him out of this one without some kind of minor miracle. I cajoled him into going upstairs with me, and got him into my bed. Thankfully he seemed to drift into a deeper sleep and I was able to try and sleep myself, although I lay there lie a mummy, not daring to move an inch in case I disturbed him and set him off again!
As usual, when H woke up yesterday morning, he had no recollection of his dreaming and was confused as to why he had come to sleep in his own bed, but woken up in mine. He was mortified when I told him that he had been dreaming again. He thought that we had seen the back of the 'terrors' too, but we were obviously wrong. However someone has told me that I should take H to see the docs, because apparently if you suffer true night terrors for a significant length of time, they will prescribe something for them. H has suffered since he was a tiny dot and he is now 12, so hopefully that will prove a significant time for something to be done to help him!

Thankfully last night he was dream free, which is a good job because last night i was so tired again that once I got off the phone to S at around 9pm I lay down on my bed and didn't wake up until 5.30am this morning, and the boys locked up again!

Today, however I am feeling much more on top of things, and it is a good job because the wonderful A has returned home from Uni for the summer holidays. She doesn't have to be back at Uni now until around the 5th October. Sadly though, the lease on the house she was renting with her Uni friends is now up and so I had to drive to Leamington this morning to collect both her and all of her belongings to bring them home. My car isn't huge, although it isn't small either, but I was worried that I wouldn't be able to fit everything in and would have to make a couple of trips in order to get all of her stuff home (not fun when it is a 3hr round trip, and that's only if I use the toll road which then adds just under £10 toll charges to the trip). Thankfully, though, we did manage to get everything in, although to say the car was choka-bloc would be a gross underestimate. We were truly bursting at the seams! Now though, the car has heaved a huge sigh of relief as everything has been unloaded, and A is upstairs with G, trying to remember where on earth everything lived in her bedroom before she took it all away in the first place.

Today is also a good day in that it has been the first skype video call I have had with S all week, and so the first one from the new house. It was really exciting to have a tour of all the rooms. It's been great to see pictures, but its not the same as seeing it for real, as it were, and I am now even more excited about going over for my holiday which is now only 15 days away. It will be truly wonderful to get to spend some time with S, but it will be even better to be spending that time together in our new house - I can't wait....



Sunday, June 19, 2011

Children's XBox Games....

My boys have an XBox 360 that they had the Christmas before last, before that they had a Wii and a PS2.
We are quite liberal with the games that we allow them to play, because they are very sensible when it comes to such things, and most of the games they play are rated 15 and over.We do however realise that there are plenty of children out there who are not so sensible, and so I was shocked to learn about a games called 'The Naughty Bear' which is certified for children aged 12 years. In this game, there is a teddy bear that having been upset by his friends, because he wasn't invited to a party, goes on the rampage, burning birthday presents, destroying property and beating up other teddy bears. He even uses a range of weapons to carry out his destruction (which earns points) ranging from his fists, through sticks and clubs to machetes and finally to a gun. The more teddy beats up his friends the more points he gets - the ultimate being that he actually kills the other bears or frightens them so much that they kill themselves.

Now this is all in a very child like and user friendly layout, but I think that the message it is giving is quite clear, and is very wrong to be aimed at children aged 12. OK I know and accept that all children are individuals, and I
know that we credit our boys with a good degree of common sense to know know the difference between right and wrong, I am sure that there are plenty more children like ours out there - but there must also be a lot of children who do not possess the same levels of common sense, and who can be easily influenced by such games. If a parent decides to take the risk of letting their child play games that are aimed at a much higher age group, on their head be it, but there must be plenty of parents out there who buy games like this, believing that they are well suited for the age group they are aimed at - and quite frankly they are not!

Is there no-one checking the suitability of these games to ensure they are being aimed at the correct age groups? Surely companies like Microsoft, Nintendo and Sony have a duty to their customers to ensure that games for their machines are suitable?


Rant over....

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Doom & Gloom....

I think that I must go in doom & gloom cycles....

Have been having horrible dreams, and feeling like something dreadful is just around the corner even though I know that it isn't....

For the most part I am OK, but then this feeling takes over me and I just want to hide myself away in a dark corner somewhere and wait for whatever is threatening to happen, to actually get it over and done with and happen, so that I can come out of my hiding place and carry on with my life....

I think that if I am being honest - I just need to spend some time with S, some actual time together instead of half an hour on the phone or an hour or so on skype video call...

They say that absence makes the heart grow stronger, but I couldn't possibly love him anymore and I am damn sure that at this moment in time, I certainly couldn't miss him anymore....

There are now only 25 days left before I can go and spend 2 whole weeks in the US and get my S fix - just got to keep myself going until the 10th July....



I am trying to set myself short term goals to get me by:
  1. My beautiful daughter is due home from uni in a couple of weeks, so that is something to look forward to.
  2. My new CRB finally arriving and my being allowed to stay in a room with children on my own at work is another good thing to look forward to - who'd have thought that I would ever want to be able to take my turn on the nappy changing rota! Life is certainly strange!
  3. The gorgeous G has done so well at school in Science that he is being taken on a special Rocket Building Workshop. Also last week, the school entered a regional maths challenge, and even though we don't know where G came in the region, he actually got the highest score in the whole of his school which is no mean achievement since he is only in year 8.
  4. S picks up the keys to the new house today, and is going to start moving stuff in over the rest of the week, in preparation of moving in properly on Saturday/Sunday!

I guess when you think about it we all go through cycles with our moods, and I should be thankful that the doom & gloom doesn't hit me very often. I also guess that when you think about my current situation, it is no surprise that I am having the odd black day here and there - I just need to try and keep them over there and not let them in here...lol

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Fishing....

Sunday morning and I had promised G that we would go fishing today.
We haven't been fishing together for months, and it was high time we did.
G before the rain came
The weather forecast was pretty good - only a little light rain this afternoon from around 4ish - so we loaded up the car and set off around 8am for a little fishery close by my parents house - Moreton Fisheries - which is good for carp fishing. I have only fished here once before but G has been a few times, and this is where he caught his first carp last year when my Dad brought him....

It's quite a pretty spot, and nice and quiet, so me being me thought, I'll take a book and then I can read while I wait for something to take a nibble on my bait! We arrived, we set up, or should I say G set up while I sat on my chair gassing on the phone to my daughter who needed some clarification about being collected from Uni at the end of the summer term and in fact her 2nd year, in a few weeks time. Once off the phone, I set up my rod, cast out, baited the swim, and settled down to read my book, until I had a bite. It wasn't sunny, but it was pleasantly warm, and I was anticipating a good day out with my gorgeous G. 5 minutes later G says "Mum, look - it's starting to rain" I hadn't noticed it myself because it was only the fine stuff, but he was right, it was indeed raining. Being optimistic, I said "no worries - it'll pass over in a few minutes"....
Other rain hardy anglers

2½ hours later, freezing cold and soaking wet despite the fishing brolly, we decided that we had taken about as much rain today as we could manage. We hadn't had a single bite between us, and it seemed that only the ducks were having fun.

We packed up and came home....
I'm still trying to get warm again now, despite turning the heating thermostat right up and lighting the fire....
It still hasn't stopped raining....
I am right in thinking that this is June, aren't I?....
Looks like that good week back in April might have been the good old British summer, and we are now moving into Autumn already - well it wouldn't be surprising now would it?....


Friday, June 10, 2011

Is that the time....

My body clock is completely up the spout and I am left to question whether it is my age causing the problem or just that psychologically I am just trying to work on GMT and PDT at the same time because S is so far away from me and my body just wants to be awake when he is and asleep when he is! Who knows, it is all a complete mystery to me....

But here I am again at 1.22am my time, and still wide awake! I know that come the morning I may or may not have actually made it from the sofa to my bed, but either way I will be shattered for most of the weekend, which isn't good when my job requires that my brain is fully engaged for the whole of my time at work! Perhaps I should look for a job that enables me to hide behind a computer monitor every day, and where perhaps I can catch a few hours sleep through the daylight hours. The again perhaps I should just get myself sorted out, and start to get myself up to bed at a more sensible time, and put all thoughts of S's awake time out of my mind.

After all, we have now broken the 30 day mark, before we see each other again - and I mean see as in able to touch - we see each other  on skype on a regular basis. Not every day now, because I am now working when S gets up in the morning, but we still talk every day and we skype at the weekends which is good. There's something else that other people seem to find very weird - S and I talking to each other every day. People are always saying to me "what on earth do you find to talk about?" Well the simple answer is everything and anything. We talk about each others day, and about how we are feeling, and about things that we have seen or heard etc etc. To me this is just something that people in a relationship do - isn't it? Apparently not - apparently I should be enjoying the time apart, and I shouldn't want to speak to him every day. Apparently, we shouldn't have anything to say to each other. It makes me wonder how other people go on and manage within their relationships, because for us, being together and spending time together is a good thing and a fun thing, and talking to each other about everything in life is a part of what we are as a couple!

Someone once told me that the fact that my family was close was a unique and wonderful thing - I always laughed that off, but as I have gone through my life, I have come to realise that this was to a certain extent  true, and I guess that the same can be said of my relationship with S. We truly enjoy being together, we are always open and honest with each other, yes we frustrate each other from time to time, but we rarely argue (probably because we are so open with each other), we respect each others opinions and who we are as people, and it just works!

I think that in conclusion, despite the fact that I can't sleep when he isn't around, S and I have something pretty special - we haven't settled for each other, we have found in each other a person who is right and who compliments the other perfectly!

Sod the sleep tonight, I think that I am going to wallow in just how lucky I am....


Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Gotcha....

As everyone knows, I work as Nursery Nurse in a private children's day nursery. This afternoon, as it was getting close to the end of the day and there were only a few children left, we sat down on the carpet and I was reading them my most favourite children's book of all time "The Gruffalo".

Well when I read to the children I am quite animated and I tend to do actions and show a lot of expression to help keep the children's attention on the story. Plus I'm completely crazy and can't help but read this way! Anyway, as I have only been working at my new job for nearly 4 weeks, the other staff aren't quite used to my reading technique and this afternoon, they were making a joke about it while I was reading, and taking the mickey out of me. Well I was crying because I was laughing so much at how they were mimicking me, and I just couldn't read the story to the children at all. Tears were streaming down my face, and every time I tried to continue reading, I just started to laugh even more.

Eventually I calmed myself down enough to carry on with the story to the children, but as I was reading, I knew that one of the girls was standing behind me and was silently still mimicking my actions. I kept turning around trying to catch her, but my timing was completely off. However, I decided to ignore her for a few minutes and let her get complacent in her actions. I carried on reading the story, and just when it got to the part where the mouse shouts "Oh" I whipped around really quickly ans shouted out "OH!" as loudly as I could. Well my colleague nearly jumped out of her skin, I had caught her completely off guard. She flung her arms up in shock and screamed out and quite literally jumped in the air with the shock. The children all thought this was hilarious and were giggling like crazy and shouting "again again again!".

Very calmly, I turned around and with a sly look on my face said "well that taught you!"

It was a truly hilarious end to a pretty hilarious day - but I have to be honest and say that most work days have some hilarity to them, it comes with the territory of working with children, and I absolutely love it....




Sunday, June 05, 2011

Unlucky....

I remember having a conversation once with S about the unluckiness of my family when it came to travelling the globe. We seem to be the family of lost luggage - we fly one way our luggage flies the other! It's almost as if the luggage handlers see us coming and decide to plot against us and screw our plans for a great trip. Some examples - Mum & Dad take my daughter A for a holiday to my sisters near Boston, MA. A's luggage goes missing for a week. I don't think anyone knows where it went too and to be honest A didn't mind because it meant that her grandparents took her shopping for new clothes courtesy of the airline. My sister flies over here from Boston, MA as a complete surprise for my Dad's 60 birthday get together weekend in the Lakes - the real surprise was that her luggage went to Singapore or somewhere in the complete opposite direction to the UK. It did arrive fairly quickly that time, but she was only with us for 3 days so it was a good job really!


Anyway when I spoke to S about this, he said that I was exaggerating, because people just don't lose that much luggage all the time. I remember feeling upset because my tale was no exaggeration - but sad as it is, yesterday my story was vindicated - but I do feel incredibly guilty....

Yesterday I took my Mum & Dad to the airport for the start of their 3 week holiday in Canada. On the drive to the airport, I jokingly said to my Mum "I wonder where your luggage will go this time?".... I have woken this morning to an email from my sis in the US entitled "....URGENT...." It would appear that while Mum & Dad arrived safely in Vancouver, Mum's luggage has gone on holiday to an, as yet unknown destination, and I have the unenviable task of trying to track it down - on a Sunday! Poor Mum is thousands of miles from home with absolutely nothing with her but my Dad. I am hoping against hope that I can eventually get some sort of reply from someone who can help me. Apparently staff at Vancouver airport were less than helpful, so Mum is hoping that I can get some joy from this side of the pond. So far I have made numerous phone calls and left numerous messages for people to call me back so fingers crossed, I can get some answers fast, because I can't see Mum being too happy about this situation....

I am now officially declaring my family jinxed when it comes to losing luggage - when I fly out to S in 35 days, I am taking nothing but hand luggage - then if it gets lost it's my own fault!....

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Photos...

One of my real passions is photography. I don't claim to be particularly good at it, but it is something I really enjoy, especially when you can edit photo's and make something quite ordinary seem quite exciting.

I haven't played around with my photography for quite a while but this morning, I found myself editing away at a picture I took of H at Easter, so I decided to post it for all to see, along with a few other edits of mine.

I hope you like them - but if not speak up and I'll make sure I don't post any more.
My Baby H  
The Gorgeous G     

Crazy daughter A

Ember the cat - well kitten here!

Ember close up

Thursday, June 02, 2011

Tired Out....

I just can't believe how tired I am feeling these days. I can only put it down to working full-time now and it also suddenly seeming like there is so much to do with regard to the move.

As I have said S has found us lovely home, in a good school area, and within a good distance for him to commute to work. I called the school yesterday to find out about enrolling the boys, and they said I had to speak to the school district offices instead, which I did. It would appear that although we will be living in the catchment area for the school we want, the boys cannot be guaranteed a place because it is unlikely that they will be present for the first day of the new year, because we will still be waiting for our Visa to come through. However on the plus side of things, they did say that I may be able to enrol them in school when I go out for my 2 weeks in July (as long as the school is open during that time), and having the Visa in place was not one of the requirements needed in order to enrol them, so perhaps we will find a way round it - I hope so anyway, my boys are both very academic and getting them into a good school is paramount in order for them to keep up with the high standards they are already achieving. Keep your fingers crossed!

Work is going well. We have been given an award for communication and language, and so at this evening's staff meeting, we had a real giggle having group photo's taken in varying positions around the Nursery grounds. None of us were expecting it, and after working all day, we weren't exactly looking our best - but what a scream we had - I haven't laughed so much in a long time! The girls I am working with are a fantastic group, and we all seem to gel very well together. I still miss my old work colleagues, but the new gang are a great replacement, and have welcomed me into their little gang with great gusto! Just need to get my body used to the extra hours now and I will be laughing.

Off to bed now - hopefully I will find more energy to blog over the weekend, although I am not sure when. I have a trip to airport on Saturday to drop Mum and Dad off for their 3 week holiday in Canada, and then a lovely friend of mine is getting married on Saturday also, and myself and the boys have been invited to the evening doo, which I am really looking forward to. Hopefully Sunday will be quiet and I can play catch up on here....