Day 31, a week until you return. New Years Eve.
The thing is, new years has always been a fairly rubbish time of year, It reminds me of the great things that haven't happened this year, the fact that I'm still living in a shabby flat in Milton Keynes, I still haven't found that beautiful husband I've been planning on finding, I still have no idea of what I'm actually doing in life, and all the hopes I had for the year, have predominantly, disappeared without a trace. The one main issue I have with New Years Eve is that I always feel to be in the same position every year, I seem to be lacking a certain progress somewhere along the line.
What makes this year particularly worse is that firstly I feel I've just woke up from a coma and secondly, and more importantly you are still not here. Luckily however in one weeks time, you shall be, and we can celebrate then.
I've done very little today, But I have felt like I am able top do slightly more than sleep! I came over to Mams this afternoon and we watched another film. I made fajitas for tea, you would've been proud, they were mighty fine. The boys both went out to Party's and I stayed in with Mum, Dad and Billy, thrilling as you can imagine.
On the plus side, I've found us a holiday for next year, it's a lovely cottage, on a working farm in county cork. its about £200 for a week, Ideal? I think so. I shall find a husband in 2011. Fact.
I've saved all the details, we can look at it when you return, if you decide it's no good, I'll go alone!
Happy new year little Trampy.
xx
Friday, 31 December 2010
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Day 30, 8 days until you return, 3 days till Bruce
I'm still it, its digressed, I've been sicking. Mam came to my rescue and took me to hers, we watched slumdog millionaire!
I miss you a lot and can not wait for our reunion F and Bs.
It's new years eve tomorrow and it's looking like I'm not going to be doing an awful lot, I hate new years. I hate that a whole year has passed and nothings changed!
I was watching the Rob Brydon show, Alice Cooper was on it, apparently he goes to Hawaii for 2 weeks every year after Christmas. You should probably get looking out for him!
Just over a week now
xx
I'm still it, its digressed, I've been sicking. Mam came to my rescue and took me to hers, we watched slumdog millionaire!
I miss you a lot and can not wait for our reunion F and Bs.
It's new years eve tomorrow and it's looking like I'm not going to be doing an awful lot, I hate new years. I hate that a whole year has passed and nothings changed!
I was watching the Rob Brydon show, Alice Cooper was on it, apparently he goes to Hawaii for 2 weeks every year after Christmas. You should probably get looking out for him!
Just over a week now
xx
Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Day 29, 9 days until you return!
Hello sunshine, Your adventures over the last few days sound wonderful, I most definitely would've gone camera crazy, we would've certainly have found our own pathways on the walks as well, like the time in Ingleton, where I nearly fell to my death into a waterfall.
I still feel so ill, I had to phone in sick at work, which I have never done in my life, except that one time when we got hilariously drunk and couldn't move and I told Debbie you had cooked for me the night before and I couldn't stop being sick, but that doesn't really count as it was a blatant lie.
I have actually been in bed for the majority of the day, Mam came to visit with orange juice and medicine that tasted like jagermeister.
I have very little to tell you except for a great piece of news. New series of Bruce Parry starts on Sunday! wahoooo. It's not tribe but it looks pretty amazing!
Anyway, I hope you haven't annoyed Nick too much with your questioning, funny though!
see you soon xx
Hello sunshine, Your adventures over the last few days sound wonderful, I most definitely would've gone camera crazy, we would've certainly have found our own pathways on the walks as well, like the time in Ingleton, where I nearly fell to my death into a waterfall.
I still feel so ill, I had to phone in sick at work, which I have never done in my life, except that one time when we got hilariously drunk and couldn't move and I told Debbie you had cooked for me the night before and I couldn't stop being sick, but that doesn't really count as it was a blatant lie.
I have actually been in bed for the majority of the day, Mam came to visit with orange juice and medicine that tasted like jagermeister.
I have very little to tell you except for a great piece of news. New series of Bruce Parry starts on Sunday! wahoooo. It's not tribe but it looks pretty amazing!
Anyway, I hope you haven't annoyed Nick too much with your questioning, funny though!
see you soon xx
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Monday, 27 December 2010
Day 27, 11 days until you return.
Hello little Trampy!
Its sounds like you had a strange Christmas what with surfing lessons and that. Paddle boarding sounds amazing, I vote we both get one and race them down the canal!
There's not much to report today in comparison to the last few, I actually felt horrific when I got up, I thought my throat was going to fall out. Mam decided it wasn't tonsillitis after shoving a spoon in my mouth whilst wearing Robs new head torch, I'm unsure how accurate her medical advice is but who I'm not one to argue with her, especially when I can't actually speak, in fact my voice has almost gone, I sound like a porn star, or someone working on a sexline.
I went home to my flat today and had a bit of a tidy, by a bit, I mean minimal, I picked up some wrapping paper from the floor and washed up the cups that had been in the sink since Wednesday.
I went to Comet to buy a new laptop as mine has finally given up the will to live. Shops such as these confuse me greatly, I have no idea what to look for and it always smells slightly of carpet and plastic wrapping. I don't know what any of the information on the cards next to the various laptops mean and go purely on looks. I got one in the sale, it's shiny and looks nice. I had to give my name and address etc to the lad serving me but embarrassingly my new sexline voice completely packed up halfway through my address so it ended up me having to take his keyboard and type it for him, he looked at me in disbelief and neither of us really knew what was going on.
So I decided to go back to Mams for lunch, and sympathy. When I got there auntie Dor was there with this lad called Jack who goes to her special school, she looks after him as respite for his parents or something. Anyway, Jack was ace and insisted on taking photos of me on his old school digital camera and then laughing hysterically every time I coughed. He calls Dor "Mrs Hall" and at one point he ran after mum shouting "other Mrs Hall" He then went into some hilarious frenzy loudly shouting "the same, the same" and frantically pointing between Mum and Dor. I hope Jack visits again.
I got home and Gran was back from my Aunts, she was very concerned about my sore throat and scurried around in her pantry and produced a pack of lemsip that was covered in dust and clearly from the 1940s. I thanked her and made a mental note never to open it.
The evening dragged and all I wanted to do was go to bed, I'm hoping that I feel better for my 15 hour shift at work tomorrow.
Ciao Belle,
x
Hello little Trampy!
Its sounds like you had a strange Christmas what with surfing lessons and that. Paddle boarding sounds amazing, I vote we both get one and race them down the canal!
There's not much to report today in comparison to the last few, I actually felt horrific when I got up, I thought my throat was going to fall out. Mam decided it wasn't tonsillitis after shoving a spoon in my mouth whilst wearing Robs new head torch, I'm unsure how accurate her medical advice is but who I'm not one to argue with her, especially when I can't actually speak, in fact my voice has almost gone, I sound like a porn star, or someone working on a sexline.
I went home to my flat today and had a bit of a tidy, by a bit, I mean minimal, I picked up some wrapping paper from the floor and washed up the cups that had been in the sink since Wednesday.
I went to Comet to buy a new laptop as mine has finally given up the will to live. Shops such as these confuse me greatly, I have no idea what to look for and it always smells slightly of carpet and plastic wrapping. I don't know what any of the information on the cards next to the various laptops mean and go purely on looks. I got one in the sale, it's shiny and looks nice. I had to give my name and address etc to the lad serving me but embarrassingly my new sexline voice completely packed up halfway through my address so it ended up me having to take his keyboard and type it for him, he looked at me in disbelief and neither of us really knew what was going on.
So I decided to go back to Mams for lunch, and sympathy. When I got there auntie Dor was there with this lad called Jack who goes to her special school, she looks after him as respite for his parents or something. Anyway, Jack was ace and insisted on taking photos of me on his old school digital camera and then laughing hysterically every time I coughed. He calls Dor "Mrs Hall" and at one point he ran after mum shouting "other Mrs Hall" He then went into some hilarious frenzy loudly shouting "the same, the same" and frantically pointing between Mum and Dor. I hope Jack visits again.
I got home and Gran was back from my Aunts, she was very concerned about my sore throat and scurried around in her pantry and produced a pack of lemsip that was covered in dust and clearly from the 1940s. I thanked her and made a mental note never to open it.
The evening dragged and all I wanted to do was go to bed, I'm hoping that I feel better for my 15 hour shift at work tomorrow.
Ciao Belle,
x
Sunday, 26 December 2010
Day 26, 12 Days until you return, Boxing day.
Well my dear, from out of nowhere I've developed the worst sore throat in the history of the world. Not ideal.
Feeling fairly grim, and somewhat sorry for myself, I got up and spent the morning with the family.
Auntie Dor, Ju, Jimmy and the dogs came at around 12 and the comedy twins set to work cooking Christmas lunch. Once again we had a lovely Christmas dinner, and set off for another walk. We walked all through our fields and into a neighbours, Rob and Matt kept carrying mum in a hilarious fashion, it was all going fairly well until the chihuahua decided he'd had enough and had to be carried. I shoved the thing down my jumper for safe keeping.
We wondered onto a neighbours farm, I found an old limo, Dad found some cows.
We had managed to avoid them until mid afternoon but that was long enough for the comedy duo and the board games got brought out. The games kept us going until tea time, I kept the comedy twins company whilst the boys watched sheep station again, they were utterly engrossed by what appeared to be hours and hours of repeated scenes.
Nothing else of great significance happened, I'm going to bed early to beat the germs!
Miss you xx
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Day 25, 13 days until you return, CHRISTMAS DAY
Well, Christmas has arrived! As expected, Mam was extremely over excited and had actually got up during the night to deliver stockings to our bedrooms, I tripped over mine in a nervous dash for a wee at 4am this morning, I stumped my toe and swore loudly.
I was woke up by Mam nagging for me to get up, it was far too early but I managed to drag myself up and get ready. We always go into the living room at Christmas, the room where we camped in once, Mum had sorted out all the presents and piled them onto chairs, Rob and Matt were already unwrapping and burning paper on the fire, Dad was engaged in a very exciting looking book about the history of Bletchley Park, grunting slightly and mentioning names and places in a way that we were meant to know what he was talking about, as usual we didn't.
I had lots of lovely presents, and money towards my camera, Mam had got my skydive certificate framed and mounted with some of the photos, it looks ace. Rob and Matt gave me £100, kindly they decided they'd give me it in 20ps. The hilarity began nowish. Matt gave Rob a sheep shearing machine, they set it up, in the lounge, and got to work shearing a cushion, Mam shouted and wailed but as usual they completely ignored her, iniolated the cushion and sheared the beard off of a Santa stocking, the place was a mess, fluff everywhere, poor Mam gave up and left them to it. The day continued in a similar fashion, the boys prating about and no one being able to control them. Matt's pile of presents consisted of bazaar things such as spades, drills, head lights etc, he seemed extremely pleased with them though so I said nothing. He also got a DVD, called sheepstation. I've heard of babe station, but sheep station? I was worried about this to begin with and wondered what on Earth was going on, surely it was something dodgy with a boring name? but alas, no, it was in fact as dull it a sounds, it was a DVD about sheep herding in New Zealand, and what's more we had to endure it for a good hour before he was finally convinced to turn it off.
Mam started cooking dinner for what seemed like a small country and I went with Rob, Matt and Dad to feed their sheep, mostly because I wanted a trip in the pick up! It was slightly more exciting than it sounds, we drove down icy roads and then Dad decided to loot a shed and came out with a grin on his face and farming magazines shoved up his shirt, like anyone was going to see, or care if they did for that matter, but never mind, he was happy and it's Christmas after all.
So, we got back and ate dinner, I ate far to much, I actually feel fatter than I did when I woke up but never mind, I'll go to the gym or something soon. Dinner was amazing anyway, I love Christmas dinner, if I had to have a last supper it would definitely be a Christmas dinner, with crackers and everything. Rob got a fortune feeeesh in his cracker, it told me I was fickle. Brilliant. Thanks fish.
We went for a walk after lunch, we all piled into the pickup, Billy as well of course, who coincidentally got to sit in the front as it's his Birthday, which leads to the question, why on earth did we not call him Jesus? It has a much better ring to it. The walk was all going quite well and seemed relatively dignified until Mattie decided to piss his name in the snow. Afterwards it went down hill. At one point Matt and Rob grabbed Mam and just full on ran across the snow with her little legs dangling and her wailing, Dad missed the whole event and was too busy digging through the snow to assess the grass underneath, and then rang his brother to tell him all about it, what a thrilling life he leads.
We made it home, cold as can be, and sat around warming up by the fire, like the olden days. The boys wanted to play a game of frustration, I joined in but was put of slightly by the fact that they insisted on playing in the dark with their head torches on, once again, another situation that to most of the human race would appear slightly odd, but to Mam it seemed normal and she just wondered in and sat down , in the dark, with a cup of tea.
We ate tea, and once again I got roped into another tedious and somewhat scary game of monopoly. Me and Mam had no hope of winning and instead just passed money and houses to each other under the table in a desperate hope to win a slither of money off of the boys. and to no avail, we lost dramatically and had to watch whilst the boys once again bartered their way around the bored, making up rules and blatantly stealing money, houses and anything else they could get their hands on. Luckily it came to a dramatic end, when Matt threw everything across the table, Matt smacked Rob and Rob smacked Dad.
Luckily we were saved by Bridget Jones being on the TV, after everyone, apart from me, putting across a point as to why we shouldn't watch it, we watched it, Rob and Matt clearly loved it even though they were desperately trying not to laugh or look like they were watching it. I've come to the conclusion, that I am Bridget Jones, I'm going to end up going through life, (my life being, predominantly, a series of embarrassing events one after another), making a fool of myself whilst continuously making wrong decisions, meeting the wrong people, and going back on new years resolutions. Speaking of new years resolutions, I've again decided to make none this year, just to save myself the feelings of uselessness as I break them all within, lets face it, the first few hours of the new year.
Anyway, it would appear Christmas day is almost over.
It was absolutely wonderful speaking to you earlier, I miss you immensely and I wish you were here to share in the ridiculous but wonderful events that occur when I am around my family. I will see you quite soon and no doubt Mam will be desperate to play bored games with you!
Happy Christmas Love x x x x x x
Well, Christmas has arrived! As expected, Mam was extremely over excited and had actually got up during the night to deliver stockings to our bedrooms, I tripped over mine in a nervous dash for a wee at 4am this morning, I stumped my toe and swore loudly.
I was woke up by Mam nagging for me to get up, it was far too early but I managed to drag myself up and get ready. We always go into the living room at Christmas, the room where we camped in once, Mum had sorted out all the presents and piled them onto chairs, Rob and Matt were already unwrapping and burning paper on the fire, Dad was engaged in a very exciting looking book about the history of Bletchley Park, grunting slightly and mentioning names and places in a way that we were meant to know what he was talking about, as usual we didn't.
I had lots of lovely presents, and money towards my camera, Mam had got my skydive certificate framed and mounted with some of the photos, it looks ace. Rob and Matt gave me £100, kindly they decided they'd give me it in 20ps. The hilarity began nowish. Matt gave Rob a sheep shearing machine, they set it up, in the lounge, and got to work shearing a cushion, Mam shouted and wailed but as usual they completely ignored her, iniolated the cushion and sheared the beard off of a Santa stocking, the place was a mess, fluff everywhere, poor Mam gave up and left them to it. The day continued in a similar fashion, the boys prating about and no one being able to control them. Matt's pile of presents consisted of bazaar things such as spades, drills, head lights etc, he seemed extremely pleased with them though so I said nothing. He also got a DVD, called sheepstation. I've heard of babe station, but sheep station? I was worried about this to begin with and wondered what on Earth was going on, surely it was something dodgy with a boring name? but alas, no, it was in fact as dull it a sounds, it was a DVD about sheep herding in New Zealand, and what's more we had to endure it for a good hour before he was finally convinced to turn it off.
Mam started cooking dinner for what seemed like a small country and I went with Rob, Matt and Dad to feed their sheep, mostly because I wanted a trip in the pick up! It was slightly more exciting than it sounds, we drove down icy roads and then Dad decided to loot a shed and came out with a grin on his face and farming magazines shoved up his shirt, like anyone was going to see, or care if they did for that matter, but never mind, he was happy and it's Christmas after all.
So, we got back and ate dinner, I ate far to much, I actually feel fatter than I did when I woke up but never mind, I'll go to the gym or something soon. Dinner was amazing anyway, I love Christmas dinner, if I had to have a last supper it would definitely be a Christmas dinner, with crackers and everything. Rob got a fortune feeeesh in his cracker, it told me I was fickle. Brilliant. Thanks fish.
We went for a walk after lunch, we all piled into the pickup, Billy as well of course, who coincidentally got to sit in the front as it's his Birthday, which leads to the question, why on earth did we not call him Jesus? It has a much better ring to it. The walk was all going quite well and seemed relatively dignified until Mattie decided to piss his name in the snow. Afterwards it went down hill. At one point Matt and Rob grabbed Mam and just full on ran across the snow with her little legs dangling and her wailing, Dad missed the whole event and was too busy digging through the snow to assess the grass underneath, and then rang his brother to tell him all about it, what a thrilling life he leads.
We made it home, cold as can be, and sat around warming up by the fire, like the olden days. The boys wanted to play a game of frustration, I joined in but was put of slightly by the fact that they insisted on playing in the dark with their head torches on, once again, another situation that to most of the human race would appear slightly odd, but to Mam it seemed normal and she just wondered in and sat down , in the dark, with a cup of tea.
We ate tea, and once again I got roped into another tedious and somewhat scary game of monopoly. Me and Mam had no hope of winning and instead just passed money and houses to each other under the table in a desperate hope to win a slither of money off of the boys. and to no avail, we lost dramatically and had to watch whilst the boys once again bartered their way around the bored, making up rules and blatantly stealing money, houses and anything else they could get their hands on. Luckily it came to a dramatic end, when Matt threw everything across the table, Matt smacked Rob and Rob smacked Dad.
Luckily we were saved by Bridget Jones being on the TV, after everyone, apart from me, putting across a point as to why we shouldn't watch it, we watched it, Rob and Matt clearly loved it even though they were desperately trying not to laugh or look like they were watching it. I've come to the conclusion, that I am Bridget Jones, I'm going to end up going through life, (my life being, predominantly, a series of embarrassing events one after another), making a fool of myself whilst continuously making wrong decisions, meeting the wrong people, and going back on new years resolutions. Speaking of new years resolutions, I've again decided to make none this year, just to save myself the feelings of uselessness as I break them all within, lets face it, the first few hours of the new year.
Anyway, it would appear Christmas day is almost over.
It was absolutely wonderful speaking to you earlier, I miss you immensely and I wish you were here to share in the ridiculous but wonderful events that occur when I am around my family. I will see you quite soon and no doubt Mam will be desperate to play bored games with you!
Happy Christmas Love x x x x x x
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