Monthly Archives: December 2007

Smoke and Rain

I wanted Christmas Day to be as comfortable as possible for everyone so I decided to make the smokers smoke outside this year (pub rules y’know).  But it was raining.  What to do?  So, there was me on Christmas morning, pawing through my ‘shed’ (spider-ridden cubby-hole), raincoat over my head, in search of my large garden umbrella.  I must say, it worked rather well and looked rather posh.  Everyone was glad to stay dry and my house stayed smelling of Christmas, rather than an old ashtray.  Unfortunately, in putting it down later, I hadn’t realised just how much rain those umbrellas hold, and where my neck would be.

Rubbing Shoulders

Went for a meal at Xian’s in the High Street last night (fab food, slow drinks!) with all the lovely autie mums, and Gary Rhodes was sitting at the next table.  A recommendation indeed.

Shopping hell

Just had a rotten nights sleep.  I forgot to remove my nicotine patch and they give me really vivid nightmares.  Horrible horrible nightmares.  Involving shopping with the soon-to-be-ex-husband.

Do NOT free Willy

A word please.  I like to have friends.  Indeed I have lots.  Even some I don’t know.  But.  If you want to be displayed on any of my sites as my friend (kudos for your good taste!) please be aware that I do check your own site before agreeing.  Anyone who posts pics of their willies is not worthy.  That is all.

Oh, Good Eyes


Eyes.  What a lot of words rhyme with eyes.  I could be a poet and not even know it.  Went to see if I am able to have laser treatment because I am so goddamn blind.  Yippee, I can!  Or would if I could afford it (have spent all my money on the kitchen).  Perhaps I should set up a charity.  ‘Help Angela (Go Swimming Without Her Contact Lenses Floating Away)’ or some such catchy money-grabbing title.  I went to the most reputable (and most expensive) clinic, who assured me that I won’t end up looking like my worst nightmare…..



I’ve got worktops!  I’ve got worktops!  At last.  And they were worth the wait.  How utterly gorgeous are these?  I got the inspiration from Tyne Daly’s kitchen in Judging Amy (in case you were wondering, or even remotely interested).  Now, if I only could afford some tiles….


Paula’s big 4-0 paartay was fab.  Fab. Fab. Fab.  Hardly sat down, apart from when we were scoffing.