I’m back

•20/01/2013 • 3 Comments

It’s been so long since I posted. And I forgot my twitter password too, so that didn’t help.

Anyway. I’m back, and have a whole load of crap to offload.

And I still haven’t improved my typing speed.



The Peace of Wild Things

•02/01/2011 • 3 Comments



When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry


(This is only a joke)

•31/12/2010 • 1 Comment

…I found this whilst going through my old emails. this one is dated from 25.01.2005.

( I feel old)

So George W. Bush is on a state visit to the UK. He sees what the
Queen has got going and he’s impressed and a bit jealous. After a few
days of the royal lifestyle, Dubya says to the queen “You know, I
could get used to this. I think I’d make a good king. Maybe I will
pass a law that makes me King of America.”
Queen says, “No, I’m afraid that won’t work. In order to be a king,
one has to have a kingdom. And America is not a kingdom.”
George thinks it over, “I guess you’re right. Well, how about a
prince? I could be a prince.”
And the Queen says “Well, actually, in order to be a prince, one has
to have a principality.”
George thinks this over. “Maybe I could be Emperor”
And once again, the Queen has so say, “Emperors generally rule an
empire, and America is not an empire.”
George thinks it over. “Wait a minute! I know, I could-”
And here the Queen interrupts, “Actually, Mr Bush, I think you are
doing just fine with a country.”

(This is only a joke)

•31/12/2010 • 1 Comment

Man wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin and the side table. He sits up and notices all his clothing in front of him all clean, and neatly pressed. Man looks around the room, and sees that it is in order, spotless and clean.  He takes the aspirin, and there is a note on the table. ‘Honey, breakfast is on the stove. I left early to go shopping. Love you!’

Man leaves bedroom, and the rest of the house is immaculate too. He goes to the kitchen and, sure enough, there is a hot breakfast and the morning paper. His son is sitting at the table eating. Man asks, “Son. what happened here last night?”

His son says “Well you came home around 3am, drunk and delirious. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door.”

Confused, Man asks, “So why is everything in order and so clean? And breakfast is on the table waiting for me?”

His son replies, “Oh that! Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your trousers off, you said ‘Get your hands off me b*tch! I’m married!'”


Give, give, give

•31/12/2010 • 2 Comments

Sometimes, for us girls…

Marriage is about sacrifice, not compromise.

The boy buddy

•29/12/2010 • 7 Comments

Can men and women be just friends?

I think it’s possible if it’s a genuine friendship, chaste and has no hidden agendas.

But what if one party declares they have feelings, and the other doesn’t want to reciprocate?

They care for them, perhaps even love them, but just not in that way.

Can a friendship ever recover from such an admission? If one party makes it clear that there can be nothing more, can you really just switch off and put away those feelings?

Ignorance really is bliss.



You are the most annoying link. Goodbye.

•28/12/2010 • 8 Comments

I’m a fairly tolerant person. I can cope with a lot of things, working with children for over a decade has taught me patience as well as a whole host of other things.

Except. I hate text speak. Like really, really hate it.

I’ll admit that I’m a stickler for spelling, but I’m not a grammar nazi.

I’m sure at one time it would have been done to save money; to squeeze everything into one text message, and not exceed the character limit.

Now I think it’s laziness, and people can’t be bothered to type out words in full. I think it can be excused on rare occasion,and if you are under the age of sixteen.

Trying to decipher these cryptic letters is beyond me most of the time, I’m not kidding when I say my head starts to hurt. I would cite examples but I would rather eat the skin off my feet.

The only shorthand text speak I ever use is LOL, does that make me a hypocrite?

Should I reply to texts saying ‘I have found your statement quite amusing, and this is causing me to chuckle rather audibly’.

A few weeks ago I removed some FB friends, as my feed was filled with their text speak ramblings (I was pmt at the time) but I recall rejecting shaadi dot commies for this too, was that really harsh?

(You don’t have to answer these questions, I’m just waffling and it’s too much to tweet)