My books are selling well - so that's an UP.
The Police will issue parking tickets to the neighbours - so that's an UP.
We have a break booked in Cornwall - so that's an UP.
I don't get much sleep because of the neighbours - thats a Down
I am worried about whether we will be able to sell our house - that's a Down
I'm never completely out of pain with my sciatica - that's a Down.
It's all relative really.
I have food in the fridge. A roof over my head. A husband who loves and supports me in everything I do. A brain in my head and good things to get involved in. Two cats to stroke and love.
But I'm tired. I look at myself today I feel exhausted and I have black rings round my eyes like a Panda.
I just keep going because I have to tell myself things are really not that bad.
Have a good weekend everyone - Hope you have more Ups than Downs.
Thursday, 22 June 2017
Tuesday, 13 June 2017
Laugh it off....
I wish I could. Today I am hemmed in unable to get out because our neighbours across the road have 8 yes 8 cars parked in the road. The young woman next door to them had their cars parked on her drive and she couldn't get out to work. She asked them to move and had to wait a good ten minutes for one of the men to come and move it. She kept looking at her watch as she was getting late for work.
Then one of the men asked her to go and park somewhere else - hasn't she got a sister or a relative she can park on their drive?
WHAAAT?????
My sister is very ill. What if I need to get out quickly? What if I have one of my anaphalaxsis? I am stuffed because the man over the road is an inconsiderate arsehole who only cares about what HE wants.
I wish I could talk to my husband, but I can't phone him at work. He calls at lunchtime.
Hubby calms me down. Stops me going across the road with a baseball bat and a can of petrol and matches. OK that's a bit over the top. I spend my life controlling my temper. Half Shoreditch and half Irish with red hair equals a very short fuse.
Another rubbish thing - some moron calling himself Grampy gave me a crap review for 1955. He said it was full of typos. IT WAS NOT, Amazon checked it, my proof reader checked it, I'm pretty sure they would have noticed. I checked every word, researched everything I mentioned. He said it wasn't his 1955. Stupid sod. It was MINE not his.
GRRRRR he didn't even live in London.
JK Rowling is great with critics, when one person gave her a terrible review she just smiled and said "I've still got your money!" She has one line put downs on Twitter that are brilliant.
She just laughs it off.
Wish I could.
I'm sitting with a red face and my heart pounding wanting to be anywhere but here.
Then one of the men asked her to go and park somewhere else - hasn't she got a sister or a relative she can park on their drive?
WHAAAT?????
My sister is very ill. What if I need to get out quickly? What if I have one of my anaphalaxsis? I am stuffed because the man over the road is an inconsiderate arsehole who only cares about what HE wants.
I wish I could talk to my husband, but I can't phone him at work. He calls at lunchtime.
Hubby calms me down. Stops me going across the road with a baseball bat and a can of petrol and matches. OK that's a bit over the top. I spend my life controlling my temper. Half Shoreditch and half Irish with red hair equals a very short fuse.
Another rubbish thing - some moron calling himself Grampy gave me a crap review for 1955. He said it was full of typos. IT WAS NOT, Amazon checked it, my proof reader checked it, I'm pretty sure they would have noticed. I checked every word, researched everything I mentioned. He said it wasn't his 1955. Stupid sod. It was MINE not his.
GRRRRR he didn't even live in London.
JK Rowling is great with critics, when one person gave her a terrible review she just smiled and said "I've still got your money!" She has one line put downs on Twitter that are brilliant.
She just laughs it off.
Wish I could.
I'm sitting with a red face and my heart pounding wanting to be anywhere but here.
Thursday, 8 June 2017
British General Election 2017
I've never really thought of myself as a political activist, but I guess I have been all my life.
In my time at the BBC I was the Broadcasting, Entertainment, Communications and Theatre Union (BECTU) representative at both the Open University and White City. I negotiated deals in conjunction with my Union colleagues to give better redundancy deals during the horrific "Producer Choice" years. Many people came up to me afterwards and thanked me for my work for them.
I have been a Woman's Liberation supporter from the time I went to Hornsey College of Art and discovered that there actually were many wonderful women artists who were totally ignored. Before that I just thought that all the great masters were men!
Artemisia Gentileschi. Raped as a teenager, she turned her art into a weapon.
I have tried all my life to make the world a better place, not ljust for me, but for everyone. I have fought bullies at school and in the workplace, I have fronted up to Bosses over sexual harrassment and even left jobs because of it.
I wore Solidarnosc badges, Grades are for Turkeys not BBC Secretaries, and badges to support our Nurses.
Now I am trying to influence people not to vote for an uncaring Government in an uncaring world.
I also want young women to vote, because in 1918 after years of suffering and deaths of young women, women in this country got to vote. It was a step forward from being a man's possession into being a modern independent woman.
I just hope that by tomorrow, the fake Mrs Thatcher and her men in black will be a thing of the past and we will get people who care about what happens to us.
It's often said about BREXIT, "It's the will of the British people."
It wasn't. It was 48% of people who wanted to stay and 7% who abstained and 51% for, it was basically half and half.
A lot of people who voted for it were co-erced into it by relatives/friends/partners etc. Without thinking or knowing what it would actually mean for us as a country.
We have always been a mongrel nation, so for me immigration doesn't even factor. Anyway what about all the Brits living abroad?
A great deal of people do not think for themselves at all. A great deal of people refuse to vote saying it's nothing to do with them. Then moan about the Government in place.
Blimey this has been a rant and a half on a miserable wet Summer's day - flaming June indeed. Followed by flaming July and a bloody awful August.
Have a good day everyone.
In my time at the BBC I was the Broadcasting, Entertainment, Communications and Theatre Union (BECTU) representative at both the Open University and White City. I negotiated deals in conjunction with my Union colleagues to give better redundancy deals during the horrific "Producer Choice" years. Many people came up to me afterwards and thanked me for my work for them.
I have been a Woman's Liberation supporter from the time I went to Hornsey College of Art and discovered that there actually were many wonderful women artists who were totally ignored. Before that I just thought that all the great masters were men!
Artemisia Gentileschi. Raped as a teenager, she turned her art into a weapon.
I have tried all my life to make the world a better place, not ljust for me, but for everyone. I have fought bullies at school and in the workplace, I have fronted up to Bosses over sexual harrassment and even left jobs because of it.
I wore Solidarnosc badges, Grades are for Turkeys not BBC Secretaries, and badges to support our Nurses.
Now I am trying to influence people not to vote for an uncaring Government in an uncaring world.
I also want young women to vote, because in 1918 after years of suffering and deaths of young women, women in this country got to vote. It was a step forward from being a man's possession into being a modern independent woman.
I just hope that by tomorrow, the fake Mrs Thatcher and her men in black will be a thing of the past and we will get people who care about what happens to us.
It's often said about BREXIT, "It's the will of the British people."
It wasn't. It was 48% of people who wanted to stay and 7% who abstained and 51% for, it was basically half and half.
A lot of people who voted for it were co-erced into it by relatives/friends/partners etc. Without thinking or knowing what it would actually mean for us as a country.
We have always been a mongrel nation, so for me immigration doesn't even factor. Anyway what about all the Brits living abroad?
A great deal of people do not think for themselves at all. A great deal of people refuse to vote saying it's nothing to do with them. Then moan about the Government in place.
Blimey this has been a rant and a half on a miserable wet Summer's day - flaming June indeed. Followed by flaming July and a bloody awful August.
Have a good day everyone.
Thursday, 1 June 2017
Back Again!
I've managed to get my worn out old laptop going again by sticking a pen in the hole where the on button used to be and working it round like a skeleton key. Seems to work. I've been looking for a new computer but haven't seen one that has all the stuff this one has at the right price. Oh well, at least I'm back again!
What have I been doing? Well at the Bank Holiday we went to Charlton Park with the Sealed Knot, it was torrential rain, about a thousand Knotters turned up and the only audience seemed to consist of Knottter's families and friends and around 200 members of the public.
So we did what we do best, carousing. The beer tent had a metal band (no - not robots!) and the medievals provided well priced beer for our sustinance. Hubby made a historical joke to one of them in Stanleys Regiment - said he was surprised they weren't waiting on the sidelines for something to happen! (You need to know War of the Roses history to find that funny) but the chappie laughed.
A friend said it was like the beer tents of old, certainly was, couldn't hear the band for the chatter, couldn't hear the chatter for the band. All good. Friends old and new chatted, put the world to rights, mainly over caravan maintenance and WW2 aircraft. Ladies conversations turned to children, grandchildren, Balls at Bath and old memories, all very Jane Austen.
Through the torrents of sweeping rain came the cheerful tune of an ice cream van playing "Popeye the Sailor Man" - this guy was obviously expecting a different kind of Bank Holiday Monday.
Yesterday back at Waddesdon Manor, one of only nine House Hosts who turned up! Most of the rooms were roped off and some closed completely. The house was full of children on half term holidays with their parents,grandparents,aunties and uncles. It was hot and sunny outside, but humid and clammy inside the Manor, so they put the heating on to take the moisture out of the air. It was an exhausting "please don't touch" kind of day. Fragile antiques and poking fingers don't really go together.
Got home, aching and exhausted, eating my tea I felt a weirdness in my mouth and went to see what it was. A bright white bicusped of wisdom tooth had broken through my gum! Why now? I never needed them before!! (Both of my wisdom teeth on the lower jaw have never come through before - sometimes they had threatened to in my twenties - but then changed their minds!).
So I went to bed exhausted and I have to say, despite new wisdom tooth, none the wiser.
What have I been doing? Well at the Bank Holiday we went to Charlton Park with the Sealed Knot, it was torrential rain, about a thousand Knotters turned up and the only audience seemed to consist of Knottter's families and friends and around 200 members of the public.
So we did what we do best, carousing. The beer tent had a metal band (no - not robots!) and the medievals provided well priced beer for our sustinance. Hubby made a historical joke to one of them in Stanleys Regiment - said he was surprised they weren't waiting on the sidelines for something to happen! (You need to know War of the Roses history to find that funny) but the chappie laughed.
A friend said it was like the beer tents of old, certainly was, couldn't hear the band for the chatter, couldn't hear the chatter for the band. All good. Friends old and new chatted, put the world to rights, mainly over caravan maintenance and WW2 aircraft. Ladies conversations turned to children, grandchildren, Balls at Bath and old memories, all very Jane Austen.
Through the torrents of sweeping rain came the cheerful tune of an ice cream van playing "Popeye the Sailor Man" - this guy was obviously expecting a different kind of Bank Holiday Monday.
Yesterday back at Waddesdon Manor, one of only nine House Hosts who turned up! Most of the rooms were roped off and some closed completely. The house was full of children on half term holidays with their parents,grandparents,aunties and uncles. It was hot and sunny outside, but humid and clammy inside the Manor, so they put the heating on to take the moisture out of the air. It was an exhausting "please don't touch" kind of day. Fragile antiques and poking fingers don't really go together.
Got home, aching and exhausted, eating my tea I felt a weirdness in my mouth and went to see what it was. A bright white bicusped of wisdom tooth had broken through my gum! Why now? I never needed them before!! (Both of my wisdom teeth on the lower jaw have never come through before - sometimes they had threatened to in my twenties - but then changed their minds!).
So I went to bed exhausted and I have to say, despite new wisdom tooth, none the wiser.
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