When the wheels come down - A Musical Tuesday

A bit late with the musical Tuesday, and almost missed it for a couple of reasons. The second reason was because I have been watching a programme about a teenage boy with Aspergers. It upset me in parts as it made me think lots about what life must be like for my number 3 nephew who also has Aspergers. Saving that for another day (maybe), I'll explain the first reason - I almost had no song to talk about. That's right, a 25 minute journey home plus a trip to Tesco, over 1000 songs on the iPod, yet I must have flicked through at least 100 before I found something I really wanted to listen to tonight. It's funny how I like every single (almost) song on my iPod yet I have to be in the right mood to listen to most of them. 


Tonight's song that made me smile & made me sing along all the way home from Tesco was Foo Fighters - Wheels. Apart from this being a great song with lovely lyrics, this song reminds me of a lovely moment when we went to see them at Milton Keynes earlier this year. 


About half way through the evening, Dave Grohl ran up the walkway, past where we were standing and round to face those not lucky enough to be able to see the main stage. Here he sat with his guitar and sang a couple of songs. One of them was Wheels, and as a lot of the inner circle ran to the back to get a better view, we stayed put. With our arms around each other we swayed and sang to the whole song. Sounds cheesy, but at one moment it felt like it was just me, my husband and Dave Grohl there. 

Foo Fighters-Wheels

I know what you're thinkin'We were goin' downI can feel the sinkin'But then I came around

And everyone I've loved beforeFlashed before my eyesAnd nothin' mattered anymoreI looked into the sky

Well I wanted something better manI wished for something newAnd I wanted something beautifulAnd wish for something trueBeen lookin' for a reason manSomething to lose

When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground)And you feel like it's all overThere's another round for youWhen the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)

Know your head is spinnin'Broken hearts will mendThis is our beginningComin to an end

Well, you wanted something better manYou wished for something newWell, you wanted something beautifulWished for something trueBeen lookin for a reason manSomething to lose

When the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)When the wheels touch ground (When the wheels touch ground)And you feel like it's all overThere's another round for youWhen the wheels come down (When the wheels come down)

Photo Blog - Week in France

Waiting for the over-night ferry 

Envious of the people taking their campervan to France. 

Next year this will be us. 

Leaving Portsmouth

Enjoying drinks on the ferry 

Arriving in Le Havre

Visiting Le Mont St Michel in Normandy

Relaxing in the sun, reading my book 

Husband playing with dog

Morning mist over the fields & garden

Visiting Vitré in Brittany 

St Malo, Brittany 

Erquy, Brittany 

Walk round a lake 

Pont de Normandie

Happy Happy Happy

Just a short post from me tonight. Thought I should write something, seeing as I haven't updated for a couple of weeks. So I'm going to write a brief summary about how I feel my life is so good right now. 


Last weekend was the 10th anniversary of 9/11 and watching the memorial ceremonies and thinking about all those people who lost loved ones, made me think about how much I have in my life to be thankful for, how short life is, and how we should make the most of every minute. 
So what do I have to be thankful for? 


For starters there's my husband, a.k.a. Mr Perfect. For years I waited for him, wasting time with Mr Wrong and watching other women get married, start families, and be happy. Then along he came, and although some people may think things moved along pretty quickly, the only thing I wish had happened differently was that we'd met sooner.  


Then there's my family. I have wonderful parents who have brought me up well. Although they may not live nearby, I know that they are at the other end of the phone and would support me through thick & thin. There's my siblings, younger and older who I love dearly, and 4 lovely nephews who I am so proud of. I mustn't forget my beautiful step-daughter. 


I'm lucky to have lots of friends, both in the real life and in the virtual world. I may not have one close friend like most women have, but I know there are many I can turn to in times of need. 


Then there's my job, which in some ways is similar to my husband. I spent years in the wrong job, working hard for little reward, going home in tears week in week out, after being made to cry by the boss. This year, I got out, got myself a new job, and things have never looked so positive. I now work for a great company, with a great boss, and great colleagues. I never thought I'd say it, but I actually look forward to going to work in the morning. 


To cap it all off, I am on a diet and starting to get my body back to looking how it did before the wedding. So far I've lost four and a half pounds and it's only been 2 weeks. 


Let's hope the happiness continues. 

Childhood Memories

Last night's blog about the opticians, and how I felt as a child, got me thinking about my childhood. There's a lot of things you forget as you get older, but most people have some very early memories. Some are significant, some are just random. I'm going to share a few of mine. I have no idea if these will be in a proper timeline, or if the details will be entirely correct, but they are things that I remember. 

The Fall

If what I remember matches the story my mother tells, then this could possibly be my earliest memory. I remember crying, and sitting on something high, possibly the work surface or the washing machine. My mother was touching my face and feeling my nose. I remember nothing else of this incident, but the story is that I was two and a half years old, and I took a tumble down the stairs. I frightened the life out of my parents, and they thought that I had broken my nose. After checking me out and being unsure, I was taken to hospital, where I had an X-Ray that showed no damage. Once home, I reenacted the hospital visit with my Sindy dolls. 

The Chocolate Blancmange

I probably remember this because it was horrible at the time, and I thought I had a wicked mother. Now, I realise that she was trying to teach me a lesson. Again, parts are a bit hazy, and I don't remember if the packet of blancmange mix was already in the cupboard or if it was something I had pestered my parents to buy, but I asked lots and lots of times if I could eat it. After being told many times that I wouldn't like it, I still wouldn't let it go, so it was made for me with the warning 'If I make it, you WILL eat it'. Now, I'm pretty sure my parents wouldn't have allowed me to starve, but at the time it seemed as if they would. This blancmange was given to me for lunch, tea, and then breakfast again the next day, and it was one of the most disgusting things I've ever tasted. It's also something I have no desire to ever eat again!

The Chocolate Advent Calendar

This was possibly one of the naughtiest things I did as a child, which in hindsight is a very minor thing. My sister is nine years older than me, but for some reason we still shared some things, including, one Christmas, an Advent Calendar. This was the first time we'd had one with the chocolates in, so it was quite exciting. The sad thing was that we had to share it. We'd take it in turns to open a window, meaning only one chocolate every other day. Now, I'm still not sure why I did this, but one night I went downstairs to the toilet and on the way took the Advent Calendar off the wall. I carefully opened up one end and slid the tray out. I guess the numbers must have been in order as I was a clever child, but not quite that clever. I worked out which chocolates belonged to my sister, and I took a small bite out of some of them and then put them back. No-one knew until she came to have her turn the next day. As I said, I have no idea what made me think this was a good idea, and as a result, she was given all of the chocolates for the rest of the month, and I was given a very sore backside.

I have many more memories I could share, including those of deep snow, nettle filled ditches, and baking at school. Unfortunately I'm out of time, so will share those for another day. 

Thanks for reading

Another week has passed.....

...and again I haven't blogged. I seem to be spending more and more days struggling to come up with something interesting to write about. Maybe it's because I have an uninteresting life, maybe it's because my brain is now being kept a bit busier at work and it's too tired to think when I get home at night. Either way, it's getting annoying, as I really wanted to keep it regular this time. 

Since last week, my life hasn't been completely uneventful. I have been on a mini camping trip with my lovely husband, step-daughter, and her friend. We spent two soggy nights in the Norfolk Broads. It was the second time we have taken my step-daughter camping, and although the weather wasn't quite as bad as last time, she's not getting a very good impression of camping holidays. Luckily it stayed dry enough on the Friday afternoon to take two bored 14 yr olds to the Pleasure Beach in Great Yarmouth, where they made us adults feel ill watching them go on some scary looking rides. Unfortunately due to the amount of rain, we didn't get to take many photos of the weekend. I made the decision to hide from the camera for most of the time it was out. This was due to me doing my 'mummy' thing whilst packing, and spending so much time making sure everyone else had everything they needed, that I forgot to pack my make up & hairbrush! 

Little sister comes to stay

It's been a week since I blogged, and I've spent all week thinking of something to write about, something that actually might be worth reading.

I was going to write about my irrational worrying, how I worry about the smallest of things, and get myself worked up over nothing. I did, however, think this was a slightly miserable topic to post about, especially after last week's cervical cancer post.

So tonight, I'm going to tell you about my little sister coming to stay for a couple of days. Well, she's not so little, just younger. She's taller than me, not that it's difficult to be taller than me. I'm only 5ft 2! She is 17, and just like I was at that age - wanting to travel to the other side of the country to visit her older sister. Today was the first time she has travelled on her own this far, the first time she's had to change trains on her own, and she did that to come and visit us. Seeing her at the station tonight was great. It's the first time I've seen her since the wedding.

Not sure what we are going to do tomorrow, but right now she's enjoying being away from home, and enjoying playing on the iPad.