This time next month my new snowy tree will be sitting in pride of place in the living room, I will have had at least three well researched chapters of my book, written and under my belt, the presents will be wrapped ready and waiting the turkey will be dressed and ready to cook and best of all we can shut the doors and watch old movies and eat chocolate until we pop! The cats will have lots of wrapping paper to play in and pounce on and a few mice pressies of their own, and I will rip the wrapping off my presents and pretend I wasn't with my darling hubby when he bought them.
Anything annoying or problematical will be ignored until the new year - fun food festivities films are the order of the day!
This time of year is so dull I wish I could put up the decorations NOW!
Loving working at the Manor the 60ft Christmas trees are stunningly beautiful. The Manor is dressed to impress and we have our Champagne Christmas Party soon. Thank you God I love this time of year!
Friday, 23 November 2012
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Lost in the Past
Trying to find out information about my 17c ladies is difficult, some of the information is contradictory and some sources especially from Victorian times seem like a complete work of fiction.
I'm trying hard to write an interesting accessible history book that will make people say things like
I never knew that and Wow really?
So far I have tons of research and loads of drafts and I need to pull it all together, I get lost in the piles of interlacing information, how much do I put in what do I leave out - and the big question - why am I doing this anyway?
I suppose I want to leave more behind than faded photos and skewed memories of me. My life seems to be speeding on to that hole in the ground too quickly, I don't have all the time in the world anymore.
I live a lot in my own past, and hardly look to the future beyond a calendar year. I'm getting older, iller and crankier and where I would be normally planning a future I don't. The past is safe you knew what happened, memories are sometimes nice and sometimes bad, but they can't do anything to you in the past it's over.
I have had my 15 minutes of fame more times than I care to recount - I worked for the Beeb for 25 years and 15 minutes of fame came up quite regularly. Now I sit on my own typing my books, wondering what ifs and missing my child, if he doesn't contact me on my birthday this year - I don't suppose he'll ever talk to me again and the way he's behaved recently it's probably a good thing. Might stop the pain and the aching hole inside me every time I think about him now.
I'm trying hard to write an interesting accessible history book that will make people say things like
I never knew that and Wow really?
So far I have tons of research and loads of drafts and I need to pull it all together, I get lost in the piles of interlacing information, how much do I put in what do I leave out - and the big question - why am I doing this anyway?
I suppose I want to leave more behind than faded photos and skewed memories of me. My life seems to be speeding on to that hole in the ground too quickly, I don't have all the time in the world anymore.
I live a lot in my own past, and hardly look to the future beyond a calendar year. I'm getting older, iller and crankier and where I would be normally planning a future I don't. The past is safe you knew what happened, memories are sometimes nice and sometimes bad, but they can't do anything to you in the past it's over.
I have had my 15 minutes of fame more times than I care to recount - I worked for the Beeb for 25 years and 15 minutes of fame came up quite regularly. Now I sit on my own typing my books, wondering what ifs and missing my child, if he doesn't contact me on my birthday this year - I don't suppose he'll ever talk to me again and the way he's behaved recently it's probably a good thing. Might stop the pain and the aching hole inside me every time I think about him now.
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Movember 2012
Trying to raise money to help with research into prostate cancer is very hard. Men tend to ignore their illnesses and the stupid animals can leave it too late to be cured. One of our friends nearly did that - but he's on the mend now thank God.
Andy my hubby is a lovely man, and kind and he loves helping people, he's always the first to step up and he took on Movember at Rebellion where he works when no-one else would. He only has a small team doing it
and he's been involved now for the past 4 years.
Everyone has compassion exhaustion and not much money, I know this, we don't have much money, but I calculated how much I would spend on posh coffees in a month and gave that to Andy to boost his total.
More important to save perhaps my own husband or son's life than have a latte at Costa Packet!
So if you can and you are a bloke - remember it could save YOUR life - please give to:
http://uk.movember.com/mospace/index/search/#q=rebellion
and if you are a woman, look after your man by giving anything - as little as a pound will help.
I have become a Mo Sister and it's up to me to chivvy everyone on, so please,give what you can.
THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
Andy my hubby is a lovely man, and kind and he loves helping people, he's always the first to step up and he took on Movember at Rebellion where he works when no-one else would. He only has a small team doing it
and he's been involved now for the past 4 years.
Everyone has compassion exhaustion and not much money, I know this, we don't have much money, but I calculated how much I would spend on posh coffees in a month and gave that to Andy to boost his total.
More important to save perhaps my own husband or son's life than have a latte at Costa Packet!
So if you can and you are a bloke - remember it could save YOUR life - please give to:
http://uk.movember.com/mospace/index/search/#q=rebellion
and if you are a woman, look after your man by giving anything - as little as a pound will help.
I have become a Mo Sister and it's up to me to chivvy everyone on, so please,give what you can.
THANK YOU THANK YOU!!
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