Friday, 23 January 2015

I am loving

2015. I knew it was going to be a good one before it started, but I never in a million years (not that I've been around for a million years - such an odd saying really) thought that it would start as well as it has. I can honestly say it's all quite mightily marvellous. 

Work has just been amazing since I came back after the festive season; never known a January like it, and there are still 8 days of this month remaining (where has the time gone?) and already there is enough money to cover ALL the bills including a big chunk being paid back to Clive - that's now 4 months on the trot I've been able to pay him some (this months being the biggest chunk so far). This makes me muchly happy - I might even get him paid back before 2025 at this rate :) 

Obviously the year started the right way with the trip to the pub (where we ended up last night too - it's like a magnet to us :0) I think we were most welcome too - partly because we doubled the amount of patrons - it was wee bit quiet in there, but also because we are so fab and they love us in there.. hahahaha.. if any of them ever read that bit I may not be allowed to live it down :)  :) I also gained a potential new customer (2 more people came in for an hour then left, but they trebled the patronage :) ) which can never be a bad thing. Maybe I should share where it is so you can all visit and see what a nice little pub it is, but I like that I can go there and not bump in to people I know; means I can be more me :) 

Prior to our visit there, we (that's me and the nutty one of course - she's the only fool brave enough to go out to play with me) both took the day off and went out to play for the day. We were actually really well behaved yesterday and didn't attract a single weirdo (James doesn't count last night because we attracted him years ago.. haha). In fact, we ourselves were very quiet and caught up in taking in absorbing our surroundings, but that doesn't mean we didn't have a fab day.  

It all went a bit tits up and pear shaped to begin with when as I was sat having a cuppa in the morning, thinking about washing my hair, putting a face on and working out how much time I needed to de-frost the car (I'm also loving this wonderful cold weather that we've got) check my oil and water levels, before heading to the petrol station to fuel up and check my tyres. Mum was sat in her pj's watching tv, when there was a bang, bang, bang on the front door. One of things I love about my Mum when someone knocks on the door is how she'll look at me and ask "who's that?" like I have some kind of xray vision and can see through 2 walls and curtains :) Turns out it was the BT engineer to look at our broken (for the umpteenth time) phone line. When I booked the engineer the one thing I stipulated was that Thursday was the only day we weren't free, and yet there he was, just before 8am on a Thursday morning knocking on my door. When I told him we'd booked for Friday afternoon he told me he either did it yesterday or we'd have to phone and re-book - having spent over an hour on the phone to book him in the first place, there was no way I was turning him away. By the time I finally had to leave, my hair still needed washing and there wasn't a single flicker of anything on my face - I went out blotchy and red. Thankfully the trip to the garage and car de-frost didn't take too long, but I never fueled at the place I did my tyres (it was too busy to wait) so decided to do so nearer to the nutty ones abode. What a mistake this was to be as I got stuck behind a pallet lorry who also decided to use the same petrol station, however, thanks to some woman in a BMW (they are actually worse than men in beemers) the lorry stopped half on the forecourt, and half on the road. This action by him meant I was blocking the lane for cars to get by and for some reason the dick behind me seemed to think it was my fault (he was in a merc so you can imagine what kind of dick he was) and started to lean on his horn to get me to move (I had nowhere to move except give up on the idea of fuel and carry on to the nutty one). After his 3rd toot I got out the car to have a quiet word (he literally went as white as a sheet and suddenly didn't want to lean on his horn any more). While out of the car I then made my way to the lorry driver, who had plenty of room to move forward or onto a pump. A little altercation passed  between us, but he backed down before I did and moved so I was finally able to fuel. At this point I thought maybe someone was trying to stop me going out to play. 

The plan before I left home had been to look at a map to work out my route for getting to Avebury (we went to see the neolithic rings don't you know?) but due to the BT man unplugging everything so I had no internet, and just causing delays this didn't happen, but I knew I could go via Salisbury or Andover and head north, or go up to Newbury and head west; I chose Newbury on the way and Salisbury to come back. However a wrong turn in Marlborough saw us log on to a phone sat nav, who was doing great until she told us in 600ft to turn left on the roundabout - she then told us in 100ft, 1000ft, quarter of a mile and half a mile to do the same thing without pausing for breath. As the left turn on the next roundabout we got to only lead to an industrial estate, we assumed this was a new one and not the one she meant, so we continued straight until we found the next one - the next one never materialised and poor sat nav lady pretty much lost the plot - we had to fire her.  Finally 35 miles from our destination (we'd been less than 3 when we took the wrong turn) we were able to load a map and find our way back to where we needed to be. 

While the mighty big pieces of rock were quite phenomenal (the one with the face of the devil really caught our eye) I will admit being able to walk through the field of sheepies was much more up my street :) I was able to get close enough to one to get a great photo but after 30 attempts at shots to get him to look at me resigned myself to the fact I was only going to get a side view :) I could have moved or got closer but didn't want to frighten him. The stones though were amazing and there were a lot of photo's taken - my brother had lent me his camera which made me feel like a female David Bailey and I kept trying to take arty shots, while the nutty used my little point and shoot - she spent ages photographing one stone from every angle. I've had a quick look through them and posted my favourite below, but am looking forward to sorting them out over the weekend and having a proper look - especially as I borrowed my brother's camera to help me decide whether to invest in a decent one of my own (I believe I have decided to do so).

I wish I could take credit for this but other than the fact she was using my camera, this shot was taken by the Nutty one :) 

After leaving the rings at Avebury, we drove round to Silbury Hill and the longbarrow (we wandered to the mount) but it was starting to get darker by the time we got to the longbarrow, so we've decided to go back at a later date to explore that. Before making our way homeward (pubward really) we came across a place called Woodhenge - neither of us had ever heard of it before - that's just to the north of Stonehenge. These days the wooden poles that had been there originally have been replaced by concrete ones, but it was a lovely little spot to stop at and watch the sun go down. 

From there we headed to the pub which is where I started this blog entry, so this seems like a good place to end it :0)  Ooh; forgot to mention after I got home last night (which was late) I had a message from an old "friend" that I've not seen or heard from in over 2 years - the weirdest part is that we had practically driven by where he used to live when we got lost so I'd been talking about him during the day.  Also, the amount of tanks (which includes the men in uniform driving them we saw most definitely helped keep a smile on my face). Add to that some other news I heard yesterday (that I've wanted to hear for a while) and I can honestly say yesterday was a really great day :) 

Friday, 16 January 2015


Not just the alphabet shapes that we know as letters, but those sheets of paper that fill an envelope with writing on (that these days are more likely to have printed typing on - but you get the idea).

How many of you actually receive these rare things any more? I'm not talking about the ones from Bill - or other service providers, utilities or health care offices, or the scrawl that gets written on the inside of the Christmas card from someone you've not seen for years, and only hear from over the festive period, filling you in on all the things people you don't really give a monkeys about, that some of you will have received in the past month or so. I'm talking about the ones from real people. 

When was the last time you heard the clatter of your letterbox and found a hand written letter from a friend or family member?

I got round to thinking about letters this morning when I opened up my emails and facebook, to find overnight several people had left me messages. Now this is a great thing and the fact we can communicate so quickly with each other is amazing, but I was hit by a wave of nostalgia because of it too. A couple of the people I had messages from live away, but the things they were saying weren't bits I necessarily need to reply to immediately, and it got me thinking about how nice it would have been if they'd sat down with a pen and paper ad sent me an "old fashioned" letter. 

I had a friend at boarding school when I was a teenager, and another that moved away, who I would write to each week. Occasionally I (or they/we) would telephone each other too, but that was an expensive way to keep in touch then, so a letter was the best way to keep up to date on all we were doing. It also meant we could say as much as we wanted to (I remember sending a letter to a friend once that was 40 pages long - I had a lot going on in life at the time - and he didn't mind :) ) I guess now with post, unlike like then, with phone charges, it comes down to the costs involved. These days it's so expensive to send a letter, but we have calls and internet included in our phone packages, that mean we can chat for hours. We can send unlimited emails with thousands of photos (in the "old days" you had to print the photo's out at your own cost, and could only fit so many into an envelope). We can take all day to write an email that stands a chance of losing it's personal touch where we're trying to do so many different things. Written letters were different.

With a written letter I used to take the time out to stop and read it - thoroughly. It wasn't something I would leave lying around (in the way I leave an email open) and when replying I would make a point of sitting down for an hour, shutting myself in my room (or another room when I didn't live at home) and I'd reply. Just one email can take me several hours where I flit about doing other things, so it loses even more of that personal touch. Bits in the email may get overlooked because time then runs out before I feel I have to hit reply, because another thing about people in this day and age, is that they expect an answer immediately - oddly though those that expect an instant response will often not bother to reply themselves for days. With a letter I know the person the other end is not expecting anything immediate; they know a reply will arrive when the time is right, and when the postie decides to pop it in his bag. Part of the joy of receiving a letter was the anticipation of when it might arrive - will it be today, or tomorrow? Emails you know are going to arrive pretty much the same day.

In discussing this with someone when I first started this blog entry - I actually started it a few days ago, but got caught up in other stuff, and didn't get to finish it (see what I mean? If this had been a letter I would have sat down in the evening and got it sorted in one go) - a friend of mine said there was no point in corresponding with me via snail mail, because I live my life on FB so people get an update of what I am doing at the time I am doing it, and that is true to a point. But the people that think that are the very ones I wouldn't write to in the first place :) They're the people that think they know me, but haven't got a clue. Sure I share on social media (FB, Twitter, This blog) but the things I share on ALL those mediums are less than 5% of who I really am. The real me is very careful about what I share with who; this is a public place, as is twitter and fb is full of people that I have to be guarded about what I do/don't share, so I'm ultra careful. Just this evening I am out with some friends, but that won't end up anywhere because those people may not want their lives shared in public view, and because it could also cause more gossip, so it will be a private evening among ourselves (see; I don't need to share everything - but this isn't a moan about who I can/can't trust, or who I share what with). It's about the personal touch; the taking time out for each other.

So if any of you have  a spare hour or 2 one evening and fancy putting pen to paper and jotting down a few lines, then feel free to post me a letter. You can talk about anything - Donna sent me a letter once about Rhubarb, little green men and coke cans and she sent my Mum one about blow up Gary Barlow's floating in space and purple trees, so as you see if you can make the time, then you can also always find something to write about. :)  If I like you I might even take the time to reply :) 

I find myself a little bit

pissed off - something I know that happens often (with phone companies normally - which oddly enough right now I am having issues with as we again have no home phone. Credit card companies piss me off too - just had a letter from one of mine telling me they've passed my account onto a credit agency for non-payment on my account. An account that I had cleared and had NO debt on in any way shape or form. They apparently charged me £9.83 for having no debt on said card, never informed me of this, then black marked me for non-payment - but they're a rant for another day when I've got it sorted).

What's pissed me off today (actually pissed me off yesterday but I didn't have time to rant about it last night) is my old dentist.

Some of you will remember almost 4 years back when the dentist I'd been with for years put all their prices up by about 30% and I decided that for someone earning only £600 per month, giving my dentist over 8% of my monthly wage for a check up was getting a bit ridiculous, so I tracked down and found an NHS dentist that was taking on new patients. Imagine my joy when they told me they had room for me - if only I'd known then what I know now. 

Having never had any problems with my teeth until my wisdoms (why are they called that? they're not wise) came through - they hurt like crazy for over 2 years and because there wasn't enough room for them pushed my lovely straight teeth (that I was very proud of) out of sync so several are crooked. I'd had the odd filling (one courtesy of a girl at school that managed to crack a molar for me when she smacked a brick round my face - I also have an extra dimple in my cheek as a reminder of that day too) but that was it. No decay; no rotting; no nothing - just bloody wisdoms that grew and 3 of the 4 did so at angles, so I managed to get my previous dentist to remove one for me (at a cost of £150 for a quick tug on some pliers - I was in and out of the place in less than 10 minutes from the time I checked in, until I went home minus said tooth). Because of this (my oral hygiene and regular 6 month checkups with my private dentist) you can imagine my shock when the new NHS dentist told me I had gum disease. I felt like the most unhygienic person in the world, and as someone that has always, always, taken my oral hygiene seriously, this disturbed me greatly. I always thought people that didn't bother got it; not someone like me that brushes 2 or 3 times daily, uses floss and mouthwash and takes good care of my gnashers.

Imagine my even bigger horror when my dentist told me that if I didn't have over £3000 worth of treatment (bare in mind this is an NHS dentist) then I would lose all of my teeth in a matter of years. Now they did tell me the disease was caused by smoking, so I quit the very next day (and that in itself is a good thing). I told them I didn't have that kind of money, so they said their hygienist could possibly do a deep clean and scrape; I would need 8 appointments with her, but she's not covered by the NHS and I would have to pay privately for this (I've since learned that the hygienist should have been covered as I was an nhs patient, and I should have only ever been charged once; the sum total at the time of £49 - or somewhere around that figure). Instead, for 8 weeks I was charged anywhere between £40 - £50 for my visits with her. This was on top of the NHS check up charge of £17.30 (as it was at the time). 

While all this was going on I had a problem with a wisdom tooth on the bottom left, and also 2 teeth along from that I had one with a filling inside and in a split that appeared when I was a teenager on the front of it. The front one had chipped when I replaced my toothbrush, so I asked the dentist if she could re-fill that one and pull out the wisdom tooth for me as it was growing into my cheek and was most uncomfortable. She refused. She told me the filling tooth had problems, was loose and would need to be removed, and that there was nothing wrong with the wisdom one so no point removing it. This went on for 18 months, during which point because of the (now) filling less tooth I got an infection thus prompting her to try to remove it - oh yes; she tried to do that without my permission the day she finally agreed to pull the wisdom tooth for me. Aside from the fact I had no trouble with the tooth once the infection was sorted, I knew letting her remove both would mean then losing the one that sat in between them as it would have nothing to keep it in place - this would have meant I had no teeth on the bottom left of my mouth. 

At my next appointment - after the wisdom tooth removal - I was again told that the one I wanted re-filled would have to be pulled as it was useless, and was then told that the treatment the hygienist had done was not successful and I would need to repeat the whole process again, or pay for the £3000 treatment I'd been recommended to have in the first place. She also managed to chip a bit of tooth off one of my top teeth on the opposite side - she then told me that the tooth she'd chipped was rotten and would need removing, which is why it chipped so easily. So there I am thinking I have such rotten gums and teeth and that I need to save up and pay for another set of treatment, or just have them all pulled and replaced with false ones after I've saved for those. The future did not look pearly white.

Then an odd thing happened. When I came back from the states in October I did so with a throbbing ear, which I believed to be due to the flights. As it got progressively worse I made my way to the doctors, who gave me some pain pills after telling me it was just earache and there was no infection. 4 days later when even Tramadol pills weren't touching the pain I decided it must be toothache; not wanting to ring my own dentist for fear of what they would say, I rang the 101 number and they got me an appointment with a dentist in town. Off I pootled to be told I did have an infection, but that it was an ear infection and nothing to do with my tooth, and I was informed my doctor should have seen it when I visited her, as apparently as soon as the pain started, that was a sign of the infection spreading - I'd had it over 3 weeks by the time I got to the dentist. The woman I saw was very kind and wrote me a prescription for antibiotics (10 days worth, 1000mg 4 times daily so it really was a raging infection), While there, and because of her niceness I asked if they were taking on NHS patients and was told no, but as I had already been they could fit me in :)

Yesterday I had my first check up with a lovely dentist man. Because I told him I don't like the jabber they use to find holes, he used a puffer thing - apparently if there's a hole it will be sensitive and I'd have felt it, and reacted so he could investigate further. Imagine my shock when he told me there is NO sign of gum disease (my gums are perfectly healthy) but that behind the wisdom tooth I am always complaining about is a lump that needs removing that he can do. Imagine even further my shock when he told me NONE of my teeth are loose, and that the 2 my other dentist wanted to remove are easily fixable so I get to keep them. Then he dropped the bombshell; he will fix the 2 she wanted to pull in one appointment; the following week he will sort out the wisdom tooth and it will cost me only £50.50 in total. For all of it - including my check up. When I asked why so cheap he said because it's all been picked up on the one appointment so is therefore classed as one course of treatment. When I explained how my last dentist had worked he told me to report them, as EVERYTHING I had done by them should have been classed as just 1 treatment because it was all picked up at the same time. He also told me that the 8 lots of treatment with the hygienist (that have left me with teeth so sensitive they hurt; something I NEVER suffered with before I saw her) was completely unnecessary.

So you see; I am one pissed off Sarah. For 4 years I believed I was a dirty, unclean person - even though I knew how I was with my oral hygiene - and I spent out a lot of money that didn't need to be spent. Yes, I will be reporting my last dentist (not that it will make a difference as nobody really gives a shit any more these days). In a way I am grateful my doctor is a useless tit, because had she picked up on the ear infection I would never have got my new dentist, and wouldn't be getting my little issues sorted (he said there's nothing that can be done to help the sensitivity now as the hygienist has already done the damage) but he can solve all my other issues, so in a few months time I shall have all my teeth as they should be. 

Saturday, 10 January 2015

I absolutely LOVE

how a song heard on the radio can bring a smile to my face, and send me on a trip down memory lane. Whether you like Rock, Pop, Classical, Jazz, Metal - or any other genre - music really can lift the soul; not just the song itself at the time, but the memories that can be conjured up.

There I was, at work, on a really wet, dull, windy and completely dismal day. I was working my way through the orders ready for when someone arrives to do the deliveries for me (no idea on Saturday who's going to come in and do them) when on the radio I have playing in the background if I'm alone, comes a song (not one I like or have ever bought myself, but one) that suddenly sent me back to 1988 and a night out in some local woods with my cousin and a couple of friends. It was also the night I got my heart properly broken for the first time, but oddly that's not one of the memories filling my mind. The memory of my cousin flying past the windscreen of his van, when the guy whizzing his van round the car park did a hand-break turn, was one I'd not thought of for years, but that song this morning bought that night flooding back. My cousin was ok by that way, and laying on his roof as someone drove his van, he really didn't expect to get away without a cut or bruise here and there. 

Back then woodland car parks weren't locked up the second it got dark, and we would often head over for an evening. We'd get out the cars and go for a wander, finding a log or opening where we could sit and just chat the night away - obviously there were always ghost and woodland axe murderer stories told too. Most entertaining one night when the male's in our party decided to run off and leave me and my friend on our own in the middle of nowhere; she was a bit freaked, but I could still hear them moving about, and knew at the end of the day they would never leave us in any kind of danger. I am laughing to myself right now as I type this remembering how loudly she screamed when one of them suddenly jumped out from behind a tree; I could have told her exactly where they were, and I knew what they were planning, but where's the fun in that? She got her own back with me later in the year when we spent an evening out in the New Forest. Someone (one of the 3 males we were with) suggested a game of strip catch (like you do at that age :) ). I believe they thought they would be better than us, but as it transpired, me and her were pretty good at catching tennis balls in the dark. By the time the 3 of them were stark naked, I was still fully clothed and she was down to her underwear. Carefully we'd been moving ourselves around so that we were closest to the car, which also meant their clothes were too as they'd started out closer than we had. I had no idea me and her could move so quick, but in one fell swoop we had all their clothes, and were in the car with the doors locked before they even knew what was going on. I will never forget their faces when they got caught in the headlights of our car as they ran towards us, just as another car came up the road and saw them in all their glory to. If only we'd had camera phones back then - the photo's I could have taken :). I wonder if kids (teenagers) get out and do things like that these days? Or if they're too interested in playing their x-boxes and getting drunk in the local cattle market clubs? I know they can't go to some of the woodland parks we went to, but there are still many that have car parks open at night - mind you, these days I guess they have to avoid the doggers in those. 

I wish I was good at writing. I'd love to be able to get some of the experiences I've lived through into book form; they'd probably not be interesting to others, but they'd make me smile :) and who knows? Maybe somewhere they'd trigger off a good memory for someone else. Or even better, they could inspire someone to go out and make memories of their own. I wonder how many kids these days when they get to my age will be able to sit there and say to their friends "remember when we did this, that and the other?". So many I know do nothing with their lives except drink, and share what they're not doing on social media. They're like "Look at me; I'm at home doing nothing but how about you like me for a rate". What's that all about? Or they're "ooh look; my best friend is round so we're sitting on the computer asking you to like us". Get off the computer and talk to each other for crying out loud. When we visited friends (and even as grown ups when we visit each other) we'd sit and talk to each other. TV's would be turned off (and these days computers are too) and we'd socialise. Don't get me wrong, I am a big advocate for social media; it helps me keep in touch with people I can't physically get out to see, but it's there for when you're on your own; not when you're with people. - with the exception being, when the person you're out and about with does something mad that you happen to capture a photo or video of; that needs sharing there and then, if nothing more than to embarrass your friend (in a nice way of course) .  

This wasn't meant to be a rant about the state of kids and the world today. It was my little homage to nostalgia and what a great part music can play in our lives. I'll admit not all songs bring back happy memories, and just on Wednesday of this week, I forwarded on a song that was about to play on the ipod, but that's because it was my Dads birthday and the song reminded me he's not here - but in a sad way. Instead I found a song that always reminds me of his decorating my bedroom for me when I was younger. One that never fails to bring a smile to my face as I remember him with his hanky knotted on top of his head, paint drips running down his nose and all over his top, as he was singing away at the top of his voice. I'd like to think that memory would pop back into my head every now and then in a normal moment, but I truly believe it's the song (the music) that triggers that one particular thought; those images - that memory. 

The great thing is that it's never too late either. A song heard later today while I'm out and about, may trigger the memory of whatever I'm doing in 20 years time when I hear it played somewhere. 

So. Whatever your taste in music, get out there today, tomorrow or next week. Go visit people, see things, experience things. Add some background music and remember that you may have photos (something I don't have a lot of from my younger years) but that one song could bring back more memories than you could imagine. From those few minutes this morning I have travelled through many years of times that made me smile, laugh or cry (happy tears) until I ached in places I didn't know I could ache.

I seized the day, each and every day when I was younger, but as an adult with responsibility I've let life get in the way too often, which is why when I get the opportunity to go out these days - and it's with the right people; people that make me laugh, smile and feel good about myself - I take it. I just never know what great memories I may make. 

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

In the words of

little Stevie from Miranda - if you've not seen the show then you've missed out as they aren't making any more - "I have the allure" :)  I always knew I had it, although it seemed to get buried for a while, but it's back, and back with a vengeance :)  No idea what I've done to get it back - so hope I don't lose it again - because I am loving it (and oddly I'm at the heaviest I have ever been so it's definitely not because I'm looking hot - well I do look hot these days but not that kind of hot; damn these tropical moment - they're really not doing anything for my hair either, but that's a story for another day :) )

Obviously the landlord at the pub finds me totally irresistible (mwah hahahahah) but he can't have me - he's married... hahahahaha.. I know there's a chance he may come across this one day so await his abuse and reaction when he does :) :) However the banter and flirting between us is good fun and I know he takes things in the way they're intended, as do I with his comments (the one about the tights the other week would have shocked delicate women folk.. hahaha) and manhandling of me :) Even though it's just fun, it's also part of the "allure" :) 

Then there's my little polish delivery guy - who has been in today. He is so sweet (way too young for me - I do have limits) but there's definitely something there. He was even asking about me when I wasn't here and when I came back he told me how much he'd missed me :) He's not as forthright as James (that's because James is just a male tart) but he comes out with some pretty suggestive things at times, in such a sweet and innocent way (ooh; I wonder if that makes him an animal in other departments? Maybe I could push my limits to one side for the night.. hahahaha. NO people; I would not do that). Young men are pretty to look at (well he is) but I'd much rather prefer an older man (not an OLD man as in anyone old enough to be my Dad, but someone around my age, or just over - they may be rusty and slower than a younger model, but they have more staying power, and that little bit of experience which can never be a bad thing - especially for one so inexperienced as I am :) :)  ). 

The one that really validated things though, is the delivery guy from one of my wholesalers that came to me yesterday morning. We always chat (I'll chat to anyone whether they want to talk to me or not) and he's never in a rush to get back on the road, but yesterday he was extra chatty. We got to talking about other companies that do the same as he does, and I mentioned there were a couple I wouldn't use as their customer service isn't good. We carried on and I said something along the lines of (I can't remember word for word as a lot has happened since yesterday morning) that good service is the one thing that everyone should offer, and I'm proud to say I always offer a 5 star service regardless of who the customer is or how much they're paying - he replied with "are we still talking about work, or are you offering me a personal 5 star service". hahahahaha.. I just looked at him with a smile, at which point he blushed and said really quickly "ummm. I think I best get going" and with that he was gone :) 

Sadly the allure doesn't work in the way I want it to though, which is frustrating. It's bringing all these guys into my life, but not the one I would genuinely want, but then I guess the reason for that is because I'm not meant to have what (I should say who, as the male species aren't objects) I want  (why did I hear John Travolta's voice in my head then?) but more who the cosmos (check me going all hippy-fied) believes I should have. Or maybe it's just testing me to see if I really do want what I think I want? Maybe I'm alluring to all these others, to prove that I really do (finally) know what I want (John Travolta really needs to get out of my head). Who knows? If fate is to be believed as existing it won't matter what (or who) I want anyway, for fate will decide. If there is no such thing then maybe I should make a decision and go for it; see where it leads. I may not get what I want in the long run, but I could have fun finding out if it is really for me. 

Having said all that (which I am sure makes no sense, because when I started this I had an complete idea of what I was going to write, but after the first sentence I got totally lost and really now haven't got a clue what I'm on about) even if I do find out that what I think I want, is what I want, I definitely know that the recent ones that have been thrown at me, aren't what I want; that can only be a good thing. 

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Well then

that's another year over and done with, but as I sit here nursing a hangover (or possibly still slightly drunk and not yet at the hangover stage - I did down a fair few last night) I can look back on 2014 with smiles and some wonderful memories. It was definitely a year of more ups than downs and I couldn't ask for more than that :) 

I got to go to America and see the places I have longed and yearned to see my whole life (obviously I never got long enough at them but  I can say I have been). I also met some great people and made some fab new friends while there, all the while learning things about myself that I knew but had re-confirmed. Things that will set me up nicely for this coming year. Then there was the new car, the seeing certain people I thought were friends are in fact not (that's not a nice thing to learn in one way but it's nice to see who I can/can't trust, so I know what I can say to what person). I've had some quite fabulous days out and about doing random things, and some wildly entertaining nights down the pub. I've had handsome men flirt with me (which is always a nice thing to experience) and realised my true worth (only took 44 years to do so). All of this means that I cannot wait to embrace 2015 - I have a feeling it's going to be absolutely amazing :) 

I had a great day as the nutty one picked me up at 11.30 and we headed over to her Mum's to do our Xmas day - she got me a great margarita gift (mini bottles of all needed) and some lovely personal bits that mean a lot from such a great friend - it's always nice when thought goes into a gift. Her Mum (bless her) also bought me a gift of a Native American book that I have never even seen before (and I've seen a few in my lifetime) but it's lovely. Aside from historical stories, it also has modern day stories from tribes now,alongside some fabulous photo's.

After the day spent eating and chatting with her Mum we headed off to the pub - now that's a surprise for us to end up there. Have to admit after it being so busy on Xmas Eve I wasn't really looking forward to it, but had we not gone I would missed out on a really good night - we left there at 2.30 this morning and that was just because I was feeling a bit drunk and sleepy and knew the nutty one needed to get home as well, but the landlord was more than happy for us to stay there. It was really very quiet in the there (I don't think I counted more than 50 people all evening) but we have been well and truly initiated as locals now and so it was nice there weren't too many people, and there were still enough of us to be twerking. The best person on the night though was the drunk guy that kept trying to get us to dance with him (he was in his late 50's/early 60's) and kept telling us that even though we are fat, we are beautiful women.. hahahaha. This was funny enough in itself (one of those *you had to be there moments I guess) but then he said the Nutty one looked like Mama Cass (which I could see what he was saying) but she had no clue who he was talking about so I told her "she's a fat singer from the 60's who's dead - again I think you had to be there because just putting it down doesn't sound funny, but on the night everyone at the bar creased up). Bless her; she's fat, beautiful and dead :)  She's also very short, as you will see by the photo I took of her :) 

We'd been sat in our usual seats, but while I nipped to the loos the landlord (we'll call him James because that's his name) told the Nutty one we should be sitting at the bar and that she was to talk me into it (apparently he offered to bribe her with cheesecake to get me to agree to move - she never did the food, but I moved to the bar) but when we got there only one bar stool was left; I took it which meant the nutty one ended up on a normal seat. She reminded us of the *what no* heads from back in the 80's. As you can see only her head and shoulders were showing :) I even had to make her a super straw so she was able to reach her drink without tipping it all over herself :) 

Auld langsine was entertaining :) I was one end of the bar with James and Emily the other side, so he had to grab me (ooh err mrs) but for some reason he didn't want to lean, so I ended up leaning across the bar to keep hold of him, while being pulled by the nutty one to my right and everyone else attached to her. I always seem to draw the short straw, but it was definitely the best hands together sing song I've been a part of :) It also meant I got the first hug and kiss of the new year (something I shall use at points through the year when he's giving me grief.. I'm sure he made a point of coming to me first, when he was closer to many other people, so I can always tell him I was his first of the year.. hahahaha - you really do have to know him to know why that would work) :) 

As for resolutions; I don't make those any more. Haven't done for a couple of years. Instead I set myself a list of challenges. Last year I managed to complete over 60% of them; this year I'm going for the full 100%. Could be some interesting times ahead :) 

Thursday, 18 December 2014

It turns out

I might have agreed to dress up as an Elf when I go to the pub on Christmas Eve - I know; me in a pub :)  It was while there last night (for a meal with a friend and friends of my friend; not for drinking) that we got chatting to the lovely barmaid that works there (the landlord was busy in the kitchens all night, but he did pop out to see me briefly before my dinner colleagues arrived - he had to have his Sarah fix.. hahaha) and I happened to mention I was dressing up at work that day, and one thing lead to another which ended up with me agreeing to dress up - I do have a cunning plan though. I am going to hang some mistletoe from my hat; I reckon that should get me a few christmas kisses and make up for those that might enjoy taking the piss :) Also, free drinks were mentioned if I do, so it's got to be worth it for that reason too:) Mind you I'm driving so they'll only be soft drinks; maybe I should wait until New Years Eve when I'm not driving :) Goodness that will be 3 Wednesdays in a row I'll have visited the place; we'll have to go somewhere else for a while as we've now more than made it up to him for not going over there for a couple of months.

I also went out on Tuesday night this week too; I know.. 2 nights in one week. 1 day immediately after the other. What's going on in the world? No wonder I don't have a clue what day of the week it is today (I got even more confused when Becky arrived an hour early this morning too). It was for a good cause though, as Becky's Dad does a lot for brain cancer research and had organised a quiz to raise some money. I managed to talk Chris into coming (thankfully he didn't really take any persuading) and we only managed to get my oldest, closest friend (his brother in law) to come with us. First time I've been out on an evening with him since before he got married over 10 years ago, yet when we were younger we used to see each other all the time, so aside from it being a good night out to raise money for a worthy cause, it was also a great night for me on a personal level. I was out with the boys - who are now well on their way to being middle-aged men :) We should have called our team Bookays Bitches.. hahahaha. 

Originally I was driving, but Dave had a job interview yesterday morning so offered to pick me up, which meant I was able to have a vodka (or 2.... 3... :) ) I did tell Chris when he went to the bar I wanted Coca Cola but he chose to ignore me; I ended up having to walk to work yesterday as there was no way I would have been legal to drive anywhere. Not only was the company great, but we only went and won the quiz as well (ooh; I also won in the raffle the very prize I'd donated.. hahaha). We wouldn't have done if we'd not checked the marking of the team checking our answer, because they'd not given us our bonus points in one round, and had only given us half on another, but we put it right and were victors, and I don't mind admitting it felt good (of course it really is only ever about the taking part and raising money, but it still felt good to be on the winning team).

Have to admit I could get quite used to this social life stuff - if only I had the money to keep it up and do it more often, but I shall enjoy the nights out I can and make the most of them.