Q and A Week 6

3rd February

On a scale of one to ten, how sad are you? Why?

One - just low level long term background sadness today.

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4th February

Outside, the weather is...

10pm - crazy wind and heavy hail.

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5th February

What are you obsessively listening to?

Imagine Dragons - Round and Round
Eli Young Band - Even if it Breaks Your Heart



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6th February

Are you seeking contentment or excitement?

75% contentment, 25% excitement.

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7th February

What are three things you have to buy?

Bread. Potatoes. Creme Eggs.

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8th February

Are you in love?

Yes.

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9th February

How late did you sleep?

7.45am - when my alarm went off.

Q and A Week 5

27th January

Which art movement best describes you today?

Pointillism

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28th January

How do you describe home?

Warm. Comfortable. Happy. Messy. Full of books.

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29th January

What was the last TV show you watched?

Haven - the penultimate episode of Season Three.

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30th January

What do you want to forget?

Stupid little embarrassments.

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31st January

Who do you want to be?

A stay-at-home, OU degreed, mother of three.

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1st February

What is your resolution for tomorrow?

To be productive.

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2nd February

Who do you live with?

Anthony, Megan, EsmeCat, FoleyCat.

I may be messy...

...but I'm not disorganised. Yes, 99% of the time the computer desk will have piles of paper all round the keyboard, but 99% of that time I can find exactly what I'm looking for (the 1% being if Anthony has been hurling stuff around).

But at the moment I am both messy and disorganised. I hate it. It makes me itch.

There'd been a strange lumpy bit in our living room floor for a very long time. It wasn't a major problem, we just stuck a chair over it. But then one day I moved the chair and realised that the lumpiness had spread to the wall...

So when Anthony's folks came round the following Sunday bringing a builder with them to look at fixing up the utility room to make it more weatherproof and secure, we got him to have a look at the floor instead.

Turns out that the heating pipes that run the length of that wall had been bodged together by the previous owner, and so one of the joints had been very very slowly leaking.

Just a case of patching that bit of floor and wall, yes?
No.
The area where the pipe had leaked was also where the bodger had pulled up the old hearth area, so none of that area was any good.

So a case of patching the hearth area of floor?
No.
The way the rest of the floor surface was breaking up made the builder suggest that we needed the whole sub-floor ripping up and a new concrete floor laid.

Since this was two weeks before Christmas, and the weekend before my 12 week scan, I was hoping for "we'll get rid of all the loose stuff, then do it properly after Christmas."

Not my decision to make apparently. (Not Anthony's either)

So the work actually started on the day of my 12 week scan. A week and a half's worth of no heating, lots of dust and noise, just when I'd started to be less stressed.

They did the floor in three sections in the end.

Each section was done about three days apart, to allow for the concrete to go off enough so that they could then use that surface when working on the next chunk.

For most of the time I got to keep a couple of bookcases in there. The rest are all out in the conservatory. I get extra itchy when I can't get at my books.

The next decision taken was to get the room redecorated while it was empty. A quote was obtained and a decision taken. (again, not by either of us)

Which is why I spent the week I was supposed to be on holiday with Anthony, staying with my mother while he and his dad decorated.

To be continued...

PAD Week 5...

...30/01/11 to 05/02/11.

Right now...

...Anthony and his dad are thumping about in the master bedroom, attempting to hang some lining paper.

Esme is hiding behind the sewing chair, curled up on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf there, wishing all the noise would stop so she could have a relaxing snooze in the chair rather than behind it.

I have been sorting out oodles of paperwork & either putting it in piles for filing, or shredding it (sorry Esme) into cross-cut piles of fluff that I would quite like to just throw into the air.

But I just sat on the sofa to have a five minute rest while the shredder cooled down & FoleyCat appeared from her secret-hiding-from-noise-spot and curled up on my lap seeking fuss.

So I have sat here, fussing a cute kitty, serenading her with "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" (playing from the pc) and known that right here, right now there is no place I'd rather be.

Then Foley bit my finger & vanished again.

But it was worth making a note of. Too many perfect moments get lost or missed. This one didn't.

*Sent from my iPhone*

What's that...

...you say?

You think I'm trying to distract you from my lack of posting with the cute?



Possibly...

I got up at...

...4.45am this morning.

Ok, so the qualifying didn't actually start until 6am, but the first showing of the new titles was at 5am and I couldn't miss them.

I am very, very glad that ITV aren't doing the coverage this season.

Partly because this mornings results would have completely stumped James Allen.

Yes, there is a British driver on pole.














But it's not the Hamiltwunt...he's 15th on the grid after a terrible Q1 and then his gearbox giving out.













Thank you Jenson.

You've had so much crap over the last two years with people saying you were a has-been. Even real F1 fans were starting to worry.

Now just get rid of that manky beard!

Last week...

...in fact the very day of my last post, the lovely Michelle tagged me. Thank you Michelle!



Since I am a bad blogger (and currently ill) I have not responded to her tagging. So while I am having five minutes of not feeling terrible, here it is.

One word answers only. (and I've done my best not to expand!)

1. Where is your cell phone? Sofa

2. Where is your significant other? Birmingham

3. Your hair color? Blonde

4. Your mother? Essex

5. Your father? Deaded

6. Your favorite thing? Chocolate

7. Your dream last night? Reading

8. Your dream/goal? Ongoing

9. The room you're in? Cold

10. Your hobby? Cross-stitch

11. Your fear? Loss

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Family

13. Where were you last night? Bed

14. What you're not? Organised

15. One of your wish-list items? Framing (for one of my many finished cross-stitches)

16. Where you grew up? Billericay

17. The last thing you did? Yawn

18. What are you wearing? TWO jumpers

19. Your TV? Off

20. Your pets? Crazy

21. Your computer?

22. Your mood? Poorly

23. Missing someone? Yes

24. Your car? Broken (still)

25. Something you're not wearing? Contacts

26. Favorite store? Work

27. Your summer? Grey

28. Love someone? Anthony

29. Your favorite color? Turquoise

30. When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday

31. Last time you cried? Earlier

I am now supposed to tag five other people, but since the five other people I would normally tag have all been tagged already, I shall not bother this time. Edited to add: Emily has just done it off her own bat. I forget about tagging my sister!

Now if you will excuse me, I'm going back to flake out on the sofa and feel ill. Although I shall have to do a little tidying as a man from Virgin will be here between 1-6 to fit a V+ Box. (and just to reassure my sister who worries about my money, I got mine for £30)

The company...

...that Anthony works for do an event each year for their top drivers. People at each depot put themselves forward for it and the winner at each gets some Supercheques (that you can exchange for vouchers for most high street shops) and also gets to go on a jolly.

They all go up to ProDrive and speed around in fast cars, play golf, or demonstrate how well they can reverse park an HGV (eep), for doing all these better than anyone else they can win prizes too, but bascially they have a very nice time. At the end of the thing the company announce an HGV winner, a van driver winner and second and third place winners (either vehicle).

Two years ago Anthony won himself an iPod (my iPod...) and last year he won a video camera. Last year he also won the second prize, which was a weekend away in the UK - which we still haven't taken yet. That was a great win as he hadn't been going to go as it was the weekend after Dad died, but my mother insisted and then he won that!

Last night I'd gone to the pub with Angie (my ex-next-door-neighbour) while he was out on his jolly. About 11pm my phone rang.

Partly it was so he could tell me that Tim Harvey had driven him round the track in an Aston Martin DB9 (jealous drool), but it was also to tell me that he'd won another prize.

This time he won the big one.

H.G.V. Driver of the Year

I'm so immensely proud of him that I could burst! But I'm not going to. Otherwise I would miss out on my weekend away in Europe...

Monza in September 2009 has been suggested...