Thursday, 27 February 2014

Rainy Days, Sunny Days and Birthdays

Well that was a long break between posts wasn't it.
In which case this may end up being a rather long one so I hope you aren't too bored by the end, if you manage to make it that far!

 This week we've been busy getting back into the swing of things after some birthday celebrations at the weekend and the more relaxed days which a half term always brings.

This post though must start with the week before half term. 
I have mentioned once or twice droned on endlessly to anyone who would listen that I was struggling with feeling settled in my new job and instead of doing the sensible thing and discussing it with those who could help I brooded over it.
 I felt miserable and inadequate.
 I did the thing you definitely shouldn't do in these circumstances and that is to let those feelings fester. I didn't want the confrontation of speaking about it all with my new work colleague and I worried about the potential effect it could have on their perception of me. 
Then in the week before half term things got to the point where enough really was enough and I had the conversation I needed to have.
 Thankfully it went ok. I felt calmer and slightly more relaxed about work and as of yesterday I now have my very own desk and a computer. Even though I only got to use it for a couple of hours the knowledge that I have my own work space when I arrive midway through the day has already made me feel more settled and I felt less like a spare part floating around being ineffective in various locations.

Being so absorbed in one aspect of life meant that I didn't give much time and energy and effort to other parts and when Valentine's day rolled round it was pretty much a non event here. Normally I would make something nice to eat, wear  heart patterned clothes and ear-rings, hang up heart shaped balloons  but all I managed this year was buying a couple of packs of Asda's heart shaped crumpets which we enjoyed in a leisurely breakfast on Saturday 15th, better late than never!



The weather for Sunday was bright and cold and perfect for a walk. S wanted to cycle so we chucked her bike in the back of the car and went to the Common. G and I wandered slowly as S in a completely opposite fashion fizzed with energy and whizzed around on her pink bike weaving around all the other groups of people who were out enjoying the sun.
It was such a treat being out and spotting signs of early Spring colour.


As it was edging towards lunch time G decided we should head for the cafe and I wasn't going to disagree. We sat outside and enjoyed hot drinks and bacon and egg muffins. I'm practically drooling looking at this photo of G's deliciously runny yolk.



After eating we spent a little time at the playground. It would have been longer but the sun went behind a cloud and didn't seem to want to reappear again and the temperature dropped a lot.




We didn't do too much during half term. I think we were all just thankful for a week off. S had had a busy time what with her residential trip and all the other activities they had done at school involving the WW2 topic. S had to make a leaflet or poster describing some of the themes they had covered.



On the Tuesday afternoon we wanted to get out for a short walk. No matter where we went I knew it was going to be muddy because of the relentless wet weather we've had but one place popped into my mind as a suitable destination. It would have been my dad's 74th birthday and so we went to one of the places he used to take his dog Tilly. As you can see it was extremely muddy, S nearly lost her welly boot but it was good to get out and be somewhere I associated with my lovely dad. In the evening I got together with my sisters for pizza and cake and a good old chinwag.




Town was visited during the week for some essential shopping and of course there was some non essential shopping done too. These red boots come under that category. What I actually needed was a pair of black shoes for work and what I bought were these red pumps. But then at the knock down price of £3.00 how could I pass them by.




My film to watch in February was Dirty Dancing. This had been a present from G and just like last month's movie How to Marry a Millionaire, he had never seen this one either.  I do love this movie and G said he was glad to have finally watched it.



Of course there had been one thing that everyone had been thinking about all week and that was the birthday celebrations for T and S on 23rd. On Saturday T had gone into town with 5 friends and as his birthday treat we had paid for them all to go and see the new Robocop movie. S has her birthday treat this weekend, another cinema trip but for something much more sedate like Tinkerbell.
On Sunday we had invited family and friends round for a little birthday lunch of sandwiches and nibbles, cake and jelly and ice cream. My sister had given me a tablecloth she had found which she thought would be ideal for the occasion. I like the joke about the current bun the best.



After the children went to bed Saturday night G and I got busy with the balloons and bunting and decorated the dining room so it was ready for when they came down the next morning.


I had bought some streamers and G did an excellent job of folding them together to make some more festive wall hangings.


S loved her new onesie so much she had to go and change into it as soon as it was opened. This was the first of many changes of clothing. When a new gift was opened which contained something to wear it had to be tried on for size and admired by all. 


T was less enthusiastic about posing with his new tshirt which Dr Who fans will doubtless recognise but he was very pleased with it all the same.


And so here is the birthday girl, our totally gorgeous 9 year old daughter


and the birthday boy, our equally gorgeous 14 year old son.




Two more of my favourite photos from the day is this one of S with G


and this one of me with T.



My family. That's what it's all about.

Thursday, 6 February 2014

Happy Birthday Rick

Today is Rick Astley's birthday.

I haven't sent him a birthday card, but in memory of the numerous happy times I have spent bopping along to his 1980's hits I decided to bake a something which I have named
 'Never Gonna Give You Upside down Banana Cake'




All together now..... never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you..........

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

January Bought Us


: A wonderful evening of Strauss and a dreadful afternoon at a local panto
: A photography exhibition
: School options evening and a WW2 themed residential school trip
: Sunday breakfasts of home made brioche 
: Weekend walks in the sun, the rain and squelchy mud
: Chinese lanterns and candlelit mealtimes
: Jigsaws and games
: Foxes and fawns


Tuesday, 4 February 2014

In My Kitchen

A conversation in our house one evening last week.
G: 'You know those chocolate wrappers you put in the bin just now.'
Me: 'Yes.'
G: 'Well one missed and is on the kitchen floor.'
Me: 'Right, ok.'
G: 'And if you look at it as you walk into the kitchen from the utility room it looks like a dinosaur'
At which point I hauled myself off the sofa to go and investigate (grabbing the camera on the way) and found he was right!
What do you reckon?


Friday, 31 January 2014

Snowflakes

I never had to wear a uniform in my old job.
 I was able to wear my own clothes but I wanted my work wardrobe to be different to the clothes I normally wore. 
I took to wearing a uniform of my choosing which would always be either a black skirt or pair of trousers along with a selection of tops which could be worn all year round.
Once I had these things on I was in work mode, doing a job I knew inside out and could do with my eyes closed.

When I changed job I saw no reason to change the way I dressed for work as I looked smart and presentable enough.
 But since the return to work after Christmas I haven't been keeping to my self imposed uniform so much.
I think it's because where the job is still new and I'm not fully settled or fully confident I want something I feel a bit more 'me' in.

My mum gave me this long length tank top for Christmas and I would never have considered wearing to my old place of work, it would have been a definite weekend wear only, but I wore it to work this week and I'm glad I did. It made me feel more comfortable being me.

Does any of that make sense? Or does it make me a bit strange?
Although, granted, this headless shot does look more than a bit strange but I was struggling to get a photo where I didn't have at least three chins!



Very pleased that the necklace given to me in our secret Santa present swap at work goes so well with it. Bonus.

Thursday, 30 January 2014

What the Fox Say

In Portsmouth at the weekend G bought me a new mug. I had spotted it in Wilkinson's last year and had been good and just bought a notebook with this fox motif because I didn't really need another mug, but I did need a new notebook.
I had hankered for Hey Foxy ever since though and now he's mine.
And a lovely mug to drink from he is too.


S received a Gruffalo inspired set of toiletries for Christmas from friends of ours and the fox shower gel was the first to be selected for use.




A fox on my socks.




Another foxy gift from G. This scarf was a Christmas present and I've worn it loads.





A few years ago I had a soft spot for hedgehogs, but now with the above bits and pieces, my leaving gifts and my fox necklace there seems to be a new favourite emerging. 

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Portsmouth Photography

Well it's just as well that very early on this month I realised blogging my good in every day wouldn't actually be possible every day, otherwise by now I would have been very disappointed with my blogging rate for January.
The internet connection has been a bit hit and miss these past few days and then last week my laptop was out of action for days on end because it was running so slowly and needed some attention.
I'm not going to recap on all the time I've missed, I'm just going to record our Saturday afternoon.
I had noticed there was a photo exhibition on in Portsmouth showing the work of Harry Goodwin, who was a resident photographer on Top of the Pops from 1964-73. I mentioned it to G who was just as keen as I was to see it and so we settled on visiting last weekend.
I double checked the website for details in the morning and we set out from our local train station at lunch time.
Another location, another wall to be walked along.


A group of volunteers have planted up an area on the platform and there were some lovely pops of colour, enjoyed by us and other creatures.



The Guildhall is just a hop, skip and jump from the train station so we didn't have far to walk.
Once inside I asked the lady on the desk if she could point us in the direction of the exhibition.
'I'm sorry but it's closed today,' she said. They were having some electrical work carried and this had meant that they had to close the exhibition.
I said I had checked the website that morning and there had been no information regarding this online and that we had come down on the train from Southampton specifically to see it.
I wasn't rude, I just wanted to express our disappointment.
She called someone to come and see us and they explained that the music which accompanied the exhibition couldn't be played because of the electrical work but nothing else was affected and if we were happy to view it without it we could go in and they would waive the entrance fee.





As well as the photos we had gone to see there were other small displays, one of bands who had come from the Portsmouth area and one of the artists who had come to play at the Guildhall over the decades from The Beatles to Rizzle Kicks and everyone in between.

The Harry Goodwin exhibition didn't disappoint. They were all there, John Lennon and Paul McCartney, Roy Wood, The Who, Slade, Cliff Richard, Eric Clapton, The Sweet and this glam trio.
Marc Bolan looking so beautiful, Rod Stewart looking so cool and Elton John looking so young!



This photo triggered many memories of prancing around our living room with my sisters, making up dance routines and pretending we were Pans People.



And never in a month of Sunday's would I have guessed this was Barry Gibb.




Being the polite people we are we made sure we thanked the staff on our way out for letting us in,  we would have been sad to have missed it.