Working, well at least something is.

The lack of blogness is not because I'm lazy or disinterested in my life, nor is it because my pc isn't working right which would be a first. Its simply because I now go out to work, I have the greatest admiration for people who do a job and also keep up with the cyber world, I can't do it, I've tried and I can't. I have 3 games of scrabble on the go on facey and thats sent me to bed the last couple of night's in a dither...do I go for my big word or do I block. My last thoughts before I close my eye's are what word has 4 A's an I a U and something else.

Anyway, I've tried to post a slideshow of the hols but at the moment it won't work so the pic's are going on facebook, I'll try to post a link on here sometime in the next month. Until then I'm putting up a pic of the view from my kitchen window at 7am this morning, I panicked and nearly rang 999 as I thought Helsby Hill was on fire but it was the sky.

Watch out Janey, I might be joining you with the natural world photo thingy.

All good here, hope alls good with everyone out there.

Happy Birthday babe, missing you terribly.

Love, Mum Dad and Mike. xxx

Smiley blog

I wasn't really looking forward to my birthday today but when I was in the shower this morning I thought to myself 'am I sad' and before I had time to answer a picture sprang into my mind, it was the one of my birthday in 2005 when I decided to get my own back on Mike and Chris for all the wind ups they had subjected me to. I got into goth gear and visited Chris in hospital, he wasn't amused and refused to speak to me for two days.

Mike loved it...fortunatley.

I remember texting Mark one of my good buddy's from the cf forum and telling him to put his webcam on to see what he thought of my scheme he was tacful bless him, Chris forbade me to get the goth gear out again and I didn't until today. its been a well smiley day and I dare say Chris had a hand in it but I couldn't resist.

Much food and drink was consumed tonight and I'm ready to hit the wooden hills.

Many thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes, you have made my day all of you.

Much love to all

Sue xxx

I'm back from the Majorcan experience and for some strange reason have been manically cleaning my house from roof to garden since my feet touched base. I can't for the life of me explain this strange phenom, phenonom....the more I try to spell this the more ridiculous it sounds so I'll start again. I can't for the life of me explain why I suddenly had the urge to make my house a minimalist thing and clean everything in sight that I allowed to stay put. John ordered me to stop tonight because he thought I was losing my marbles, Mike also commented 'bloody hell mother you don't do any cleaning for ages then you go at it like a lunatic' so I stopped for a moment and pondered over the last few days. Yep, I suppose it was a bit out of character shoving a toothbrush in every nook and cranny and poking steel kebab things down every plughole, not to mention hanging precariously out of the upstairs windows to clean the outsides while waving to my neighbour who knows damn well I don't do the cleaning thing. Normally my house is in a state of near condemnation and I usually don't give a toss, it now shines and I'm very worried that I'll get up tomorrow and look for something else to wipe so I've cut the plug off me hoover and left a stack of dirty dishes randomly spread out over the worktops.....that should balance things out.

The holiday was good, it was sad on the way there and sad on the way back but while we were there it was fab, this holiday was booked on Chris's request because on the night of his transplant he had asked the doctor 'when can I go abroad' and was told 12 months. He asked me to book a villa for us and close family so I did one week after his op, it was a hard decision whether to go or not but at the end of the day Chris would have wanted us to and Suzy one of his bessy mates came in his place.

It wasn't a cultural holiday by any means, I learned to play brag or is it blag anyway I was good at it the kids said, that means I can lie through my eye teeth and be convincing. They also promised to teach me to play poker but they discovered Magaluf first so that didnt happen. I got very friendly with Ozzy a praying or is that preying mantis who Eve Julie and I rescued from the pool after realising he wasn't enjoying a late night swim but was actually drowning, well for goodness sake are we supposed to know these creatures don't swim. He came back to see us regularly and loved his pic being taken, I am now an avid fan of them and have sadly googled info for future reference. I rock climbed but froze on a precipice where the sea was raging down beneath me (slight exaggeration) I don't do heights very well, I get quite dizzy and have an overwhelming feeling that I need to chuck myself off the edge. My lovely brother talked me down in the end, not something I'm in a hurry to repeat and I'm sure our Bal feels the same. I jumped in the pool fully clothed at 1am, that was a first and yes I was very under the influence of Spanish brandy it wasn't my idea but when dared I can't possibly resist and several more followed me.

I've gone on and on haven't I, I'll be quiet now and leave with a last night pic. When I get time I'll post some more booooooooring holiday snaps.

Nite all, hope alls well with everyone.