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SNOW IN LONDON

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Here is a photo of my girlfriends off last night to the grown up equivalent of the school disco. A gathering in an out building of sorts of mostly married couples ranging from 40 – 50. The big difference is that unlike school discos where you are too embarrassed to dance because everyone is looking [...]

IT’S ALL ABOUT ME……

Saturday, November 12, 2011

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You see? I told you it wouldn't take me long to move from my children being the most important thing in the world to sulking about the free raffle present my mother gave me for my birthday..... HOWEVER, after starting the day with my mother and two children sitting on the bottom of my bed it just got better and better. I had a really lovely lunch at one of my favourite places in the world - Petersham Nurseries - you can avoid the vastly expensive restaurant and have a reasonably priced lunch in one of their splendidly etherial glasshouses:- Here are my friends and my mummy and my goddaughter:- CAKE options - always a winner in the cheer me up stakes:- The glasshouse....and gorgeous friend:- This is what it looks like inside - I want to live in it:- Then I came back and drove children about to football training and youth clubs and my firstborn finally appeared from Leeds with a bunch of flowers and my daughter FORCED me to eat more cake and then look who all arrived on my doorstep? My lovely brothers and sister in law (very sadly other SIL and niece couldn't come). They know me so well. I couldn't have been more delighted with all the fuss:- Happy happy happy:- Champagne & cupcakes:- We drank the bottle of Ridgeview English sparkling wine my friend recommended and it was really very good indeed. You should try it - a lot cheaper than French champagne. Then we all went out for a chinese meal. Just lovely. On the way home I tried to get a lift home from a lovely family in a minibus who were just coming out of a restaurant. I was with my three kids. The others had gone in another car. "Shhh. I told the kids, I don't think they'll notice, just queue up behind them" and then when we were spotted I said "it's my birthday - can we please get a lift home in your car?" I asked the bemused strangers - turns out it was their mother's birthday too and so they offered me some strawberries off her cake but no lift home. Oh well. Back home to a minutes silence at 11.11.11 on 11.11.11. and then our "Pata Pata" family anthem dancing and my mother barely able to keep it all together, dancing with my son but so so desperately missing my father it's really very painful to see. Anyway. Another year gone. Not much achieved in the great scheme of things. Must try harder next year. Have six weeks to think about resolutions. In the meantime I promise my next post will be called "It's All About The Economy" because that's quite enough about me and quite frankly we are well and truly f*cked as far as I can see. David Cameron needs to start talking to us all like adults about what is going on and what plans he has to save us because although we don't appear to be suffering as much as other parts of Europe that is frankly only because they are being louder and faster than us. Our public debt is monstrous. Our personal debt massive. What is the plan? Our students are angry. Ditto public sector. Ditto actually pretty much everybody who isn't either a shiny gold banker or somebody who works for a debt management company. We don't even seem to care about the personality of our leaders at the moment which is a worry - it means that we are properly beginning to have an economy to worry about and all we want is someone who knows what they are bloody doing. Do you know what you are doing David? I hope so. Because nobody else seems to know what to do and I can't see many convincing saviours out there either. Depressingly a quote I heard the other day from someone who lives over Asia way was "It is time for Europe to be put in a frame and hung on the wall". Oh dear. Anyway, sorry - this is not actually my economy post. This is my "All about MEEEE" post. Enough already.

LOCA PEOPLE – AYIA NAPA 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

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This is the video taken from my son's holiday this summer. Everyday at around 4pm the music started and didn't stop all night long - "all day, all night". Glad I wasn't staying at this hotel. Imagine if you were trying to do a few lengths in the pool! Anyway, you can see why they all had such a good holiday and he loved this song so much he's had "Viva La Fiesta" tattooed on his arse. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6gmC80CAJs

X FACTOR SEMI FINALS ET AL

Sunday, December 6, 2009

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I am exhausted. Underlying self inflicted headache has ruled all day. A busy weekend has been had by all. I watched my daughter lose in a netball match and my son lose in a rugby match (although they were playing against a team that had 3 huge international players - not the sort of match any mother wants to watch her son playing in and unbelievably two rival dad's got into a fight) . I did my bit at the "Secrets" stall at the school Christmas fair helping children choose and wrap presents for their family and then in the evening I went to the most fantastic party with lots of good friends. It was a friend's 40th birthday party and it was hosted for her by Sir Tim Rice. We spent the evening in a marquee in his garden all dressed up as cowboys and cowgirls - no PC cow "people" to be found in Country and Western world - good old fashioned sex role stereotyping rules - Malboro Man meets Daisy Dukes/Dolly Parton....everybody looked fabulous. There was line dancing and fab food and LOADS to drink - tequila slammers, tequila slushpuppies and, and, and, then, a, headache, and, silly, behaviour, all, round. Therefore, I wasn't very happy to drive my son to his bloody audition in Islington for Britain's Got Talent" which took hours only to find a huge queue. Having then established that it was probably going to be at least 3 hours we decided not to bother. I don't even know why I made any attempt to get him there anyway. He was so not interested. It was obvious that was going to happen. He was always going to go to the Sunderland Vs Fulham game and clearly doesn't even have the grit and determination required to pass even the first hurdle. The queue was full of little girls in tutu's and men with sparkly mohicans and frankly none of us could be arsed. My mother wants me to record him singing his song and send it to her - so maybe I'll show you too and then we can all judge him and be done with it.