Monday, 16 January 2017
How are you feeling today? I'm feeling rather happy and may even have a bit of a spring in my step. However, it would seem that today, many people are not happy because today is the most depressing day of the year, apparently. Today is Blue Monday.
So if you are feeling a little blue because you're under the weather, or the weather is just too cold and grey; if you're trying to shift those extra, post Christmas pounds, or your pounds sterling have taken a battering now the credit card bills have landed with a thud on the door mat, here are a few good blue things to hopefully cheer you up a little.
Sunday, 15 January 2017
I know the post title is a little bit late, but I have had a super, wonderful, busy and fun weekend; so much so, that I haven't had time to sit down and write about it, which should probably be considered a good thing.
It all began with a text from Dr. BD on Thursday night, asking if he could come over the following evening. He was obviously pining for me, who wouldn't? Not really, I don't think he would ever actually pine for me, but of course we miss seeing one another during the week so the weekends are very special. As it turned out I was child free for a wee while this weekend so, Dr. BD and I decided to have a 'proper' date.
Friday, 13 January 2017
When we finally sat down at 9pm last night and tucked in to our McDonald's whilst watching 'Death In Paradise', I for one was exhausted, as was Miss. L, who took herself off to bed as soon as she'd demolished her Happy Meal. You see, we had been in the car for four hours, give or take a bit and driving was not the easiest task last night.
Let me explain, one of the girls needed to be at a club last night, no problem. We knew that we would be hitting rush hour so gave ourselves just under an hour to get there. Ordinarily, I would have left a wee bit later, but given that it had been raining all day, I figured the traffic would be horrendous. The rain lashed down and it was super chilly out, but we were dry and warm in our little car. Then I noticed the rain looking a bit, fluffier...hmmm sleet. That's okay, I thought to myself, we'll get there and home before the snow sets in. The return journey to collect said child, may be a little dicey, but it's so wet there's no way it will settle.
No sooner had we pulled into the car park than we were treated to a deluge of snow. Not light fluffy, flakes, floating down and gently landing on the wet surfaces before quickly melting away; no these were huge fluffy flakes and were falling so heavily, I can only imagine Queen Elsa had well and truly lost her temper and 'Let it Go', like she'd never done before. Within ten minutes, the surface of the car park was beginning to turn white and the kids were having a ball running around in it.
The plan, prior to snow, was to drop off, return home, eat then go back out after a nice little sit down, to do the collection (note to parents, it is not socially acceptable to leave children at clubs, even in severe weather, you must collect them). As we were driving home, very, very, slowly, I realised that my plan may well be in jeopardy. When, eventually, I pulled on to the motorway, and it was impossible to work out where the lanes were, I conceded defeat. So, it was a slow trip home, a quick change of clothes (Miss. L was still in school uniform) and then back out.
Ever optimistic, I figured we would at least have time to go to a McDonald's near the club and eat before collection. Pulled back on to the motorway, conceded defeat yet again. Clearly, the weather thought I didn't need feeding as it wasn't helping at all, and I wasn't sure if we were on the hardshoulder or in an actual lane. It took us an hour to get back to the club venue and the girls decided that they would rather go straight back to our hometown and go to our local McDonald's, They really were worried we would get stuck and not be able to get home. So that is what we did, and that is why we were eating so late.
When I opened up my laptop and logged into Facebook, my newsfeed was awash with 'snow' photos. On any other occasion I would have enjoyed looking at them, but having spent four hours, and a few rather scary moments in a car, trying to drive in it, I wasn't really up for it and just logged off. Yes everyone, it did snow, quite heavily actually, but please spare a thought for those of us (of which there were many) whom were driving in it. It really wasn't fun and I really do not 'Want to Build a Snowman', I just want to drink hot tea.
Wednesday, 11 January 2017
Tuesday, 10 January 2017
This week I have been a bit of a pickle. One of my girls had a friend round for tea. I like when my peoples have friends for tea, sometimes them drop their food on the floor and me gets to clean the floor by eating it up. Friend didn't eat all her chips from the yummy chip shop and when Friend went home them leave the chips all wrapped up in a bag by the door. It was very kind of them, when they came back (to fetch the chips, mummy said) me said a great big thank you. I had such a lovely full tummy.
Mummy laughed, so me think it was okay, but her did say that Little Orange Doggies are not meant to eat people food, it is not good for them. It tasted good though.
Today, Mummy took me to school in the morning. I like it when she takes me, I get to have a different walk and sniff the different smells. I really like the smells by the duck pond and sometimes the children say hello to me. I like that too, I get so excited when the children talk to me and I wag my tail super hard. Today was very exciting though. My favourite people was waiting in her car. Miss. L took me to say hello and I nearly wagged my orange tail off! I got picked up and cuddled and me kissed my best people friend with my little wet nose. And do you know what? No you will never guess, me got to do something that me has always wanted to do...
...yes, this Little Orange Doggy got to drive the car! Mummy never let me drive, I not know why. I was very good. See I am even looking at the road and me made the horn say hello to everyone too. I not sure that I was doing it right though, because the car didn't move. When Mummy drive, the car moves. I am confused, but I had a lot of fun and me got to cover my BFF in orange hair. I is such a lucky doggy, not many doggies get to do driving. Woof!
Sunday, 8 January 2017
It seems like forever since I felt well enough to actually go out. Ironically, I believe that my first 'day out' seems to have coincided with that of our Majesty the Queen. May I say now that despite the common denominator we share (having nasty colds and missing key church services) we are not the same person, as has been suggested by a couple of people. Needless to say, Her Majesty has my most heartfelt sympathy, being unwell is not fun at all, but at least us peasants don't have people making assumptions about our health in the media.
Anyway, as usual I have digressed; what I was wanting to say, was I feel as though I have been stuck inside the house coughing and spluttering forever and the longer I've been here, the smaller it seems to have become, until I feel a little like that bird in a cage.
Today, however, I was determined, for myself and the girls that we were going out!
Now, I have to say from the start that I am one of those parents who is not averse to bribery. Ooh, I can almost hear the sharp intake of breath, but bear with me here and I'll explain. I have a tween and a teen, as you may know, and when they get a little bit older they start to develop very clear ideas of what they do or not want to do. Today, I knew I was going to have to offer a carrot because I was asking them to do something I knew they really wouldn't want to do...go to church! Miss. L was less keen, but Miss. D was fabulous, before I'd even mentioned the incentive she was agreeing to go purely because she knew how much it meant to me having missed so many weeks due to being a germ hotel. When I mentioned the 'thank you' treat, she was up and out of bed quicker than I could have imagined. Yes folks, a visit to Creams, post church is all it takes to get a teen out of bed!
It was so good to get back, I'd really missed seeing everyone at church and taking time out to just sit, listen and contemplate. Not to mention having a good old (somewhat croaky) sing and the girls enjoyed the cake after the service. They weren't supposed to have cake, since we were going to Creams, but cake they had before we set off to our much prized treat.
Now, every time I have visited Creams there has been a massive queue outside, so when we didn't see a line spilling out of the entrance, I did wonder if I'd got the opening times right. I needn't have worried, it appears that if you are intending to visit, the best time to go is a Sunday lunchtime, it is practically empty!
...but no where near as filling as the waffles which the other two girls went for.
|Strawberry and Nutella|
|Hungry Jack - Apple and Custard|
We really did have a fabulous day, full of fun and laughter (and just teensy bit of sugar). Yes the singing and the laughing made me cough, but it felt so good to get out of the house and spread my wings a bit. More importantly, we were all together and it really doesn't get any better than that.
Thursday, 5 January 2017
Who would have thought that something as simple as a common cold could cause so much hassle! I have now been dosing up on the Sudafed for over a month now and still the darn thing persists. I was hoping that it would have got bored with me by now and be gone, leaving me free to return to work germ free and with a spring in my step. How wrong was I? My nose is stuffy and you really do not want to know what I've been coughing up and blowing out, suffice to say, there is no way I can go to work in a school environment infecting the kids, I would feel so guilty if I did that, as I do love them all (no really, I do!).
So after five weeks of being poorly, I decided a GP appointment might be a good idea. I hate going to the Doctor's, so if I do go you know I really do not feel well at all. Unfortunately, no appointments were available, so they suggested I visit the Walk-in Centre (which is an NHS trailer in the supermarket car park). Fair enough, everyone is suffering at the moment, I'm not in the least bit surprised there are no appointments, plus I've never been to a Walk-in Centre, so it's a bit of an adventure...which was very short lived as it didn't open until 1pm and it was only 9am.
Being forever optimistic, I rock up again at 1pm to find about five people ahead of me. Okay, so I'll have to wait a bit, and it's cold, but at least I'll get seen. Then it all went a little pear shaped, because there weren't five people in front of me at all, there were eight because not only are they a Walk-in Centre, but they also book appointments, throwing the whole system into disarray. Add into this fiasco, the printer going on strike and the poor GP being forced back into the dark ages, having to hand write notes and prescriptions. Hence an hour and a half later and I am still standing in a cold, crowded portakabin thingamy (that's a technical term, you know).
Thankfully, there was some light entertainment from a spirited pair of twin girls. They were super adorable and given the cramped environment, their tender age and the hour and a half wait, they were surprisingly well behaved. Okay they jumped about a bit, took their shoes off, had the odd melt down, but they were only doing what the adults wished they could.
So in go the twins, then the very, very poorly old lady, who should have been behind me, but really did need urgent attention, then it was my turn. Yay! Except it wasn't, it was an appointment, then another appointment, then me and by this time it was 3pm. Needless to say, I was forced to leave as Miss. L needed collecting from school.
On the plus side there was another brief episode of entertainment provided by a chap who was told he could sit in the back of the trailer as there was a seat available there. Actually, there were two and he chose the office chair, which he enjoyed spinning around in (again wouldn't we all). Then he decided that he needed to turn the kettle on, no offer of tea, may I hasten to add. Then he decided it was a bit dark, so he turned on the light before washing his hands with copious amounts of multi-purpose cleaner. He then returned to the spinning chair and popped his feet up on the work surface, at which point the receptionist sent him back outside into the cold to wait, poor chap.
So nope I didn't get seen, but it was certainly an interesting experience and not one I really want to repeat during the winter months, that trailer was so cold. Even though it didn't work for me, I still think it's a great idea and I was so impressed with the GP bumping the poorly old lady up queue. She actually took the time to come out, have a quick chat about how she was feeling and then put her to the top of the list and maybe that's the beauty of these units, the GP is so close she can see if she has an urgent situation and deal with it sooner rather than later.