The computer is back – oh joy unconfined!

All my contacts are wiped from my address book so I no longer know who I know but if they know me then I’m sure they will flag me one day!

A quirky little thing is that when I log on it keeps telling me I have 14 unread mail messages. I don’t! And if even I did they would be junk probably, adverts about penis enlargers and would I like to hand over vast wadges of cash over the internet for stuff I don’t want. It isn’t like I know someone who wants to enlarge their organ or at least if they do they are keeping quiet about it and quite rightly so.

Anyway moving swiftly on. Not sure where to! Trouble is my mind at the moment is anchored in one place and I really need to think outside the box. I need to broaden out a bit. I feel insular, far too self-contained and yet at the same time I have been a whole lot more outgoing. I’ve been less fazed by talking to strangers lately and that’s not to be sniffed at for someone as painfully shy as me! My mother always told me shyness was just vanity though. I am trailing along here nonsensically….it is because I am thinking about a whole bunch of other stuff.

I apologise for drivelling all over the page without purpose but sometimes life is just like that. Purpose-less. Actually purpose-free sounds better. I am without purpose at the moment. Free of it. Well for another three quarters of an hour anyway!

Here is a little bit of funshine and there's other cool bits on there too!

I am a bear of very little brain and long words bother me.

It isn’t true; I’m not bare at all.

Why do little quotey snippets just suddenly walk through your head like that?

Now I could ask these questions on Wondir but I will give my chums in blogland a chance to help me out first. No answers on the back of a matchbox please.

1 What is the long tubey type thing that dangles down from the aeroplane and looks like a curled up snake? When it’s on the ground obviously!

2 Why do they make the cheese packets in cafés/restaurants impossibly difficult to open when they won’t want to offer you a sharp knife to open it? I am obliged to get my nail clippers out each time.

3 What happens to the plastic of the dashboard when the airbag inflates?

I selected another book from my pile. It’s one about the Shipping Forecast. The Shipping Forecast always takes me back to dark milky mornings when the girlie was wee. She woke about then and continued to do so for several years so it became a soothing constant. Hopefully the book will be equally soothing to amble through for a while. This is quite a busy time what with one thing and another. In addition to two jobs, two lots of Morris dancing and two plays, there is too much periphery as well.

I want time to go out with my camera. I want time to write. I want time to draw. I want time to garden.

The trouble is I really want 48 hours for 24. And because I can’t fit all the things into the time I have I end up spending so long debating what to do I don’t actually get to do anything at all. And one thing I really DON’T want to fit into the equation is housework.

Oh and I want my computer back! I’m in a very wanty phase!

And I want something else but I don’t know what it is, just something. Something that’s missing. Something I can’t find.

I also want a cup of tea. Oh dear, I think I must be old. Sitting at home in a bathrobe on a Friday night wanting a cup of tea.

I should maybe go, huh!

We’ll end on a song shall we………………..

La lala la lala
La la la la la lala
La lala la lala
La lala la la

I have at last finished reading We Need to Talk About Kevin. I burst into tears at the end! Ok so I admit to being a soppy cow but I think it’s a book that would wrench any mother. It pulled me about in different directions and made me think about stuff. You know, deep stuff. I probably need to read a little light fluff next - lest I turn serious and quite frankly I don’t think I could pull it off.

A bit like Mr Bean giving a lecture – just not believable!

The computer is still f***ked – and I am struggling without it. It is my friend when the insanity of real life threatens me with more real life-ness.

I should be at dancing tonight but I had no transport and it all seemed too difficult so I am having a pathetic evening. Feeling sorry for myself………..oh for goodness sake!

I need a nice big, warm, squishy………………………

……………….ooh no I think I’ll have a nice cold, ice cold Bailey’s instead.

Ah that’s nice; the girlie just brought me a Bailey’s and a snack-size Crunchie. That’s me sorted then.

Anyone see Aidan Quinn on breakfast telly yesterday? What’s the grey hair and beard all about! He used to be soooooo gorgeous. Even his voice seemed blander and it used to be so drawly and sexy.

Oh well, only another day to get through then it’s another darned weekend again.

Life is just a pile of stuff happening and some people have bigger piles than others. But of course you can get ointment for piles………..

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Another grey one!
2. How much cash do you have on you?
40p
3. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST"
Best – me -hehe
4. Favourite planet?
Crunchie Pants (my own name for UB313)
5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?
Erased – probably mother
6. What is your favourite ring on your phone?
My ring tone is Eternal Flame, and messages is Come Up and See Me
7. What shirt are you wearing?
I do not have one on - sorry
8. Do you label yourself?
I have sewn a name label on the back of my neck so if I get lost I can be identified
9. Name the brand of your shoes you're currently wearing.
Feet are as I like them to be - bare
10. Bright or Dark Room?
Bright and dark
11. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Wondering why I can’t sleep in hotel rooms
12. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?
R U up?
13. Where is your nearest 7-11?
Uh-uuuh
14. What's a saying that you say a lot?
Hm, not sure but I quite like saying ‘a twiglet short of a full packet’ sometimes
15.Who told you they loved you last?
Can’t say
16. Last furry thing you touched?
My pussy………………………………..cat
17. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past three Days?
None
18. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed?
I am digital
19. Favourite age you have been so far?
42 – live in the present
20. Your enemy?
My own fear
21. What is your current desktop picture?
Unfair question as my computer is dead
22. What was the last thing you said to someone?
Can I finish writing these answers first?
23. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, which would you choose?
Bucks huh, so are we talking American money – give me the wings please
24. Do you like someone?
Hmmmmmmmmmmm but not saying who………………….they all are!
25. The last song you listened to?
Oh What A Night (Franki Valli etc)

Forgive me bloggers for I have not penned (recently), it is four days since my last confection.

The computer is seriously ill and part of it has died.
All email history is gone – feck.
One of the hard drives is dead as dodo – feckity feck.
And now the boy has taken his laptop away as well – because, like, he needs it – feck feck feckity feck.

When the girlie gets back I’ll be booted off this one so I am indulging myself! I feel so naughty and frivolous – I should be doing something dreadfully important but I forget what - so I’m not.

Anyway my head is buzzy. Been to conference type thing in London, well Heathrow. Where they have the flying machines - and I dare say some magnificent men but we didn’t see much in the way of eye-candy! Me and my (female) companion had a sauna (I had neglected to take a costume so in the buff – so much more interesting if I hadn’t had a towel on!) and shared with 2 gentlemen who may or may not have been magnificent but I hadn’t got my glasses on so I shall never know. They were scantily clad and glistening but they could as easily have been hippopotami since without specs I am hopeless.

Although thinking about it hippos would not have fitted in there, certainly not two anyway……………….

Oh sorry, back to the plot………..oops - no plot – again!

It was pleasant break from routine though – which was nice (said, as ever, à la fast show). So thanks, and hugs, to fluffy for allowing me to jump aboard.

Talking of which – jumping aboard that is – as in jumping onto a train – which we had to do a bit of – hence trains – convoluted I know. Anyway on the train home the guard was rather in the Dale Winton style and at one point had to turn down an offer of a cup of tea from a colleague because ‘I shall be forever in the lavvy lovey’.

Aw bless……..

I am so irritated. Not only is it persiting down so I can't go out to play but the computer has gone to deep sleep (very sick) so I can't play there either.

Actually I have a whole load of jolly important stuff to do on the computer. Like a million programmes to print for the play that is on next week. Ok, a million is a slight exageration but a couple of hundred at least. And I told someone I would burn off some rehearsal cd's and now I can't. Ooooh I'm fed up. So much so my mouth is down at the corners and my brows are furrowing into an unibrow.

So how am I on blog? I am borrowing the girlies computer for a bit trying to salvage what I can. It's all right for a few minutes as she is lying around stuffing grapes and watching telly, tch.

Oh I am aggravated. Added to which the washing machine has packed up.

Sometimes I wonder why I get up in the morning!

I bought a lovely glass thing today. It hangs on a ribbon in the window so the light can illumine it. It is rather fine and a glorious rich wine red. There were heart shapes as well but I’m not much into heart shapes at the moment. Too many associations with lovey dovey stuff and that’s a slightly sensitive area. So let’s move on down the bus.

I’m restless. But unmotivated. All revv’d up with no place to go – a little Meatloaf for you there.

Where am I going, what am I doing.

What I am doing is listening to a smidge of Eric Clapton before I go out. Where I’m going is a singing rehearsal. So it’s not like I have loads of spare free time or anything but in the gaps between stuff………….well there you go!

I know I really shouldn’t say this but today we found a flea on me pussy. I always feel really bad when I have to douse them in flea stuff because they look daggers at me and I can’t explain to them it’s for their good. Katie spent ages trying to run away from her neck only to discover that it wouldn’t go away.

Daft cat.

And me too.

Raspberry Ripple

You are the raspberry ripple
Running through my vanilla ice-cream
A sliver of vibrant colour
Against the expanses of cream

Oh and then I forgot to tell you all about the unicyclist.

It just slipped out of my head but that may be because it was ever so slightly disturbing.

We like to drift through Covent Garden at some point and being so close to Charing Cross it’s hardly out of the way. We were a bit tired by then and we didn’t spend much time browsing. (Yesterday I’m talking about of course.) However, we did dither about on the fringes of the crowd around an unicyclist. Aw come on a guy in a red leather posing pouch on a chilly February day has got to be worth a second look. It was rather disturbing as he climbed aboard a nice gentleman from the crowd who had a face full of red leather bulge for his trouble and then a testicle loose on his neck but once the unicyclist started brandishing a chainsaw I decided we must push on to the station. At one point the girlie turned to me and said ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if he hasn’t actually got a willy’ – hey ho, girls today……..

I recently re-read the Faraway Tree books – ok ok I know I’m a grown up but I needed something frivolous at the time. However, it did, in a convoluted way, lead me to this link

http://www.dickshouse.com/dickshouse.htm

which has some fun stuff in. I realise that it may be hard to fathom the connection between the innocent stories of Enid Blyton and the ‘naughtiness’ of Dick’s House…………..

Pussy cat, pussy cat where have you been? I’ve been to London to visit the queen.

Not true, well not wholly true. We have been to London but not to visit the queen.

We went to the Tate Modern in fact. The queen was not there or if she was she was in a different gallery. Probably eyeing up a Jackson Pollock. The girlie likes her art on the surreal side, me I swing both ways, so there was plenty to admire, although the ultimate amusement today was the people watching. We were both in the zone for finding the foibles of everyday folk fantastically funny.

The little boy who got pushed over for kicking his friend in the willy will hopefully learn, in time, not to kick a gentleman in his thinking organ. Sorry guys but you know I speak truth.

One person did really get my hackles up though. Yes that’s right my hackles can be beaten into erection. Takes a bit of doing though as rule being as I am of an indolent disposition. A nice normal looking mummy-lady was taking her two little boys out for the day to London. The youngest, only three, was a happy babbler and reminded me of my boy child when he was a lot littler – never could shut him up! Rabbit for England. Anyway this nasty, horrid lady in front of us leaned across the seats and asked if the mummy-lady could shut her babes up and keep them quiet. This was in a carriage with half a dozen jerks on mobile phones, various family parties with chattering children and otherwise full to the brim with average travellers. He wasn’t crying or misbehaving, he was just chitter-chatter. Why are some people so incredibly intolerant – I felt incensed and wanted to stick chewing gum in her hair. The girlie wouldn’t let me of course!

Now here’s a question - if you were a star/constellation which would you be?

I always come in to these lists on the late side

Do you play an instrument?
My own trumpet

What is the most unusual instrument you have played or would like to play?
I desperately want to play the Piano Accordion or the Bodhran

Have you ever posed for an artist?
Yup and almost nude but can I get any bugger to do that for me!

What's the weirdest thing you have bought from e-bay?
I haven’t bought anything weird – yet! The unusual-ist was the Piano Accordion I guess

What’s the weirdest thing you have sold over ebay?
I haven’t yet but does anyone want a …………..

Have you ever bought anything from a Sky Shopping channel?
Not until Han Solo is up for grabs

Have you ever phoned in to a TV quiz channel?
No it wouldn’t be fair as I have all the answers

Have you ever been mis-identified in a shop?
I am longing to meet Hazel who I have been mistaken for on a number of occasions.

Do you talk to strangers on trains?
I told the guard on the train yesterday that he had a lovely accent but I still had to pay for a ticket

Do you like flying?
In a plane? Yes it’s okey dokey but a word of advice is not to fall asleep just as the plane is about to land – especially when sitting next to someone who thinks it frightfully funny when you wake with a start!

Ever been underground for a long while?
I am not a mole. Although I do have one.

Ever been scared in a thunderstorm?
Yes, the worst was when we were in a car in Kidderminster and it felt like the car was being ripped apart – well scary.

If there was one film/song title that summed up your life, what would it be?
This Is Me

I am back from sunny Spain. And it was sunny, well a bit. And warm-ish. When we landed at Gatwick yesterday the weather was extra especially British - grey, cold and rainy! How very typical. The couple of days away felt like a lot longer really so at least I feel like I’ve had a holiday. It was a very nice and very welcome break in fact and had some magic moments, in spite of the small aggravations endured by my travelling companions, sore eyes, tummy yucks, blocked sinuses, etc. One of the funniest things though was the Hungarian David Jason look-alike who entertained his little contingent on the coach back from a meal out by bouncing out his seat like a yo-yo cracking what must have been a series of amazingly funny jokes judging by the way the coach rocked with laughter. I really must learn Hungarian!

The view from my room....

I shall never understand why I cannot sleep in these hotel rooms. When every luxury is furnished for one’s comfort why oh why do I find myself so completely wide-awake in the wee hours listening to the sounds and the silences. I even got up at 5am to have a bath – how sad is that!

Back in the bosoms of my family we watched Agatha Christie’s Marple last night. Although in fact Miss Marple seemed very little involved in the story and most of the time one of the other characters seemed to be doing all the hard work but of course she dashes in with the denouement at the end so that’s ok. There was one thing that made me laugh hysterically though. She said towards the end that she’d let a man go (in her romantic youth) because he’d had a war to fight, trouble was the way she said it sounded like water fight. Still chuckling about that one, hehehehe hehehehe hehehehehehe. I can’t quite understand why nobody involved in making the production spotted that but then I guess I have a weird sense of humour.

I am off work now for half-term so pottering is the order of the day and as hubby is away the girlie and I can please ourselves - food-wise, telly-wise and occupying-our-time-wise. Nice………………………

I done Brighton today.

Do you ever get those days when you are shopping when none of the clothes in the shops appeal to you at all. I eventually had to force myself to select garments. I was not in the zone really, I miss the girlie’s guidance. I always think if she isn’t with me I can go wild and buy anything I like but I guess I need that little voice at my shoulder saying ‘NOooooooo!’ so I can differentiate. I fell at the final hurdle, the nemesis, lingerie, so I gave up on that and fled home. My babes refer to broccoli and cauliflower as the devils vegetables – I feel the same way about bras.

I love trains, they are such fun. However, I was pinioned into my seat on the way back with alarm. A keening wail was emanating from the seat behind me. I kept trying to make myself believe it was just a youth listening to headphones and singing along but it sounded more like the tortured howling of a deranged psychotic preparing to cause bloody mayhem in the carriage. I had visions of being speared to my seat with a sharp implement and felt reassured that should this happen it would at least be captured on CCTV and the foul fiend would be recorded on film. Actually it wasn’t a psycho or a youth. When the traveller got up and left her seat to depart the train I saw her, a roly-poly lady, smartly dressed, of probably Caribbean descent who had just been singing to herself.

The fields were bathed with golden afternoon light. Just the loveliest light kissing the grass. And in one of the fields several lambs were scampering about. The black one was soooo cute. Aren’t they always!

I have created a new gardening blog as I intend to be a little more diligent in this department this year. A good intention.

Also, in Titania’s Dream, Tabitha is a true story.

And some seriously bizarre stuff to peruse in my Sillytoe blog.

I’m off for a wander for a few days so to all bloggers, and indeed anyone else out there, I wish you a lovely weekend.

Or rather - another non-poem...........

Evening Solitude

the trees cast a black lace pattern
on the silver-grey, moon-dipped
ribbon of road and i walk alone.

but me.

Now look, who amongst you has spooky moments. I have quite a few. Shortly after the girlie got home this evening I suddenly started singing ‘who’s that girl’ (Annie Lennox). No I hadn’t heard it anywhere during the day and it is not a fave of mine it just walked through my head and I sang it as I thought it. But the girlie just gaped at me and said it was soooo weird because it had just been playing on the radio in the car on her way home – obviously I wasn’t in the car or this would not be a spooky moment! She hadn’t been singing it either so no logical explanation was to hand to un-weird it. Those sorts of things happen to me a lot – I think perhaps I am a witchy type. Well I’m certainly a twitchy type or maybe just a twit. Who knows? I don’t look it, I look normal, but never judge a sausage by its shiny overcoat as my grandfather used to say. An article in the NS recently was talking about this phenomena - I'm defo a sheepy type! (Can't read the full article though unless you pay up!)

I was planning a trip today to Brighton for clothes shopping purposes but decided to hold my mater’s hand at the hospital instead. She didn’t ask me to this time but I thought she probably wanted some company as she gets so nervous. She had to wait an hour and a half so I was well bored by the time her procedure was over. That was in spite of the ‘I’m nearly one hundred’ lady who gave a brief life history to all she passed and did a little dance and sang a tune (no it wasn’t ‘who’s that girl’!) providing a much needed diversion in a crowded waiting area.

We also had a rather fine lunch out after the rigours of the morning so what could have been an expensive shopping trip to Brighton turned into a morning of fun and frolics at the hospital followed by a free lunch – well free for me! I never look a free lunch in the face. There are quite a few f’s in that paragraph. How very intriguing.

Ah well, off is I to do a stint in my professional capacity of photographer for the society. This reminds of what one of our rather more mature lady members said one time she was posing in a group for a photo. She said “say ‘sex’ because it makes your mouth go a lovely shape” And with that charming thought I bid you all adieu.

Now please don't fight over them!

As a celebration of this my 300th post I thought a few highlights and lowlights from the past months.

August 2005 - I thought everyone would like to know my melons got bigger, that is, my melon has got bigger. It is straining against its support, whoopee.

January 2006 - The chocorocko went down very well at the party and the plate was cleared. I had visions of taking them all back home again. Admittedly quite a few went into a 9 year old boy who felt the leaves inside the chocolate were unnecessary! But quite a few other people were intrigued and were prepared to give them a try. The general consensus of opinion was that the chocolate could have been thinner as it overwhelmed the rocket so that’s something to bear in mind for next time!

February 2006 – the story continues…….

This was posted a few days ago but I removed it and popped it back in here because……, well just because really………….It is written for someone who has since passed into silence – at least as far as I am concerned!

Dark Side of the Moon

The sun went down on your silence
I hold my breath through the night
And like the darkened side of the moon
I must wait in the shadow for light

I sometimes think life is like walking through those big houses from room to room. Doors shut behind you at each stage and you enter a new room each time. Some are lavish, some are not, some are full of light and colour and some are just dull and dark. And some are just rooms whose only purpose really is to lead you to the next one. I feel I am in such a room. It is necessary to be here but it is an ante-room all the same. But I have no way of knowing what the next room is going to be like. It could be glorious and full of wonders and treasures or it could just be…..not! However, a door has just shut behind me and I am waiting………..

A couple of posts back I used pheasant in the title. Well how spooky is that. The very next day I saw a pheasant just walk up through my garden. In nine years I haven’t seen a pheasant in my garden but as soon as I mention the word in my blog I see one. I had better not mention kangaroos; the badgers are destructive enough as it is.

Mrs Doyle: ‘Ah, look at him there with his hairy hands!’ Popped into my head today while looking at………….erm………..something. I would so love to have played Mrs Doyle. And also ‘Pat wants to know if he can put his massive tool in my box’. Wow what a fantastic line to say. Not that I haven’t had some great lines on stage. And great parts. Erm, I don’t mean body parts! The parts I felt least affinity with were the Sweet Young Thing type of roles, borrrrrrrring. Molly the slut in Tom Jones was fun and a snidy schoolgirl in Daisy Pulls It Off was spiffingly super in spite of having to play it on crutches with a broken foot bone. Oh happy days.

Time for a special mention for a special little friend who is feeling depressed and slighted. Not by me of course. Not that I am incapable of such behaviour, only too capable. But not this time. He has nice fore-arms.

Where is everyone gone? People seem to be wandering off all over the place and I miss Rick soooooooooo much………..Helly, Graeme, ABE, are you still around you guys. I have free balloons. Oh and on the subject of balloons. I gave some out at work and the girls got quite excited and played with them but the manager came along and didn’t like them and confiscated them. How pathetic is that, can’t have a moment of fun. For goodness sake it gets us through the fricking day!

Oh dear, have just seen the time, need beauty sleep (quite a lot of it too!)

You know how one thread leads to another. How a thought triggers another thought and another and so on.

Well………

Morning coffee.
Picks up ‘1066 and all that’ (Sellar and Yeatman) .
Has picture in of the Rabbit of History.
Looks on the internet for picture of Rabbit of History.
Doesn’t find.
Suddenly remembers the rabbit in The Holy Grail.
Looks that up instead.
Pleasant chuckle moment over 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'A few minutes dwelling on Michael Palin’s voice.
Remembers Life of Brian on Shocking Comedy Moments. ‘Just purse your lips and whistle that’s the thing’
Now has that running through ****y head like a scratched record.
Finishes coffee.

I have to go do some sewing for the girlie. If I don’t do it soon she’ll damage me. I’ve put it off all week but she’s getting tight-lipped now. Boy and cranky!

Now here’s a little verse you may like to use for your Valentine’s cards……….

I love you coz you’re witty
And you’re really smart to boot
But mostly I just have to say
It’s coz you’re ass is cute

For ‘ass’ you can substitute ‘donkey’ but it wouldn’t scan nearly so well. And I didn’t write arse because I don’t like to see that word written down!

This title has no relevance whatsoever.

Oh no it doesn't.

I don’t even like pantomime. I find it unsettling. We had a club night last night for BATS which involved reading and acting out a couple of mini-pantos written by one of the company. Ok it was kinda fun. But pantomime has always been a vaguely disturbing arena. The whole, it’s behind you, oh no it isn’t, oh yes it is stuff. I went to one many years ago with Jeremy Beadle in and had the misfortune to sit in the front row. He did this bit of ‘comic business’ which involved removing a shoe from a member of the audience and taking it up on stage. Yes – lucky me! – NOT. It is a supremely bad idea for anyone to take my shoes off in mixed company so he was lucky to get away with his life though whether his olfactory sense was permanently damaged or not I don’t know and don’t like to ask.

It’s a grey day and a grade-A grey day at that! Dull, cold and dreary. Brrrrrr. But the sky is a bit blue with white aeroplane lines on so it’s a bit pretty. Perhaps it’s just me that’s grey. My creativity levels are low at the moment and I’m listless and drifting. Direction-less. Not miz or anything just pensive and waiting.

I have been building a little online shop but so far have only three things in it. It’s all rather fun. I thought it would be a top idea for my new-look website but so far progress on that has been slow as my website manager is busy on other stuff right now. It’s frustrating and I am not the least bit the patient type. But anyhoo here is my shop……….

http://www.cafepress.com/jojoturnbull

It’s a work in progress! Hopefully as I have time off at half-term I can get my act together and do some more…………

Faint hope never won fair lady and all that………….

Perhaps I feel like knitting………..

Hm…………

A whole empty day stretches out before me like a beautiful blank canvas. I thought of going to London to indulge myself in a gallery or two but I’m saving that for half-term now and maybe go with the girlie. In any case I would have to be back early as I have to prepare her dinner. She’s so hassled this week, with finishing so late, and this evening she has to go out almost straight away so I really have to be here to sooth and calm her troubled brow, give her a hug and just do normal mum stuff – whatever that might be! She almost – almost – raged the other day. She’s an ultra-calm little Cancerian but she has her moments of petulance. The main problem I think is missing Neighbours.

I watched it for her the other day but it’s like a comic, it passes straight through my brain and very little adheres to the sides. Actually most things just go straight through there. But I wasn’t able to regurgitate much of the plot for her. A bit (un)like a mummy bird………….the things we do for our young.

The girlie and I were discussing recently the huge untapped energy resource that no-one seems to have thought to attempt to harness. We walk together in the mornings and have noticed the collective energy of teenagers. One is nothing. Even two – relatively little energy output. But as numbers increase the volatile energy mounts (especially the mouth bit!). Why has no-one thought to harness this? You get a group of teenagers together and you could surely have enough output for a small substation.

A happy thought. This time next week I shall be off to sunny Spain. Ok so it’s business but it’s a break. A break from routine. And I am going with someone whose company I enjoy. So that can’t be bad. Y Viva Espana and all that. Think it might be time to dust off my maracas…………….and these are a few phrases I am unlikely to need!

Hola, guapo. Puedo comprarle una bebida?
Hace calor aqui o eres tu el que esta caliente?
Sabes que es un acuerdo prenupcial?
Me gustaria verte desnudo!
Esto fue asombraso. Por favor puedes desatarme ahora?

I must get on, hasta luego folks

Woo woo woo – I don’t have to go to work tomorrow – zipppppeeeeeeee. I can have a lovely long lie in. Which probably means I’ll wake up at 6 and won’t be able to get to sleep again. Twas ever thus!

Found this lovely word in my web research…….FUCHA - Portuguese - To use company time and resources for one's own purposes. Well I never FUCHA at work I tell you! As if.

Everybody wanted the wicked willy balloons at work today so I ran out. My colleagues don’t get out much.

While browsing earlier on I was reading a post on Bryan's blog re Jung Typology Test.

http://leornungcniht.blog.co.uk/

I had done this test a few years ago.........

"INFJs are gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individuals. Artistic and creative, they live in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities. Only one percent of the population has an INFJ Personality Type, making it the most rare of all the types."

http://www.personalitypage.com/INFJ.html

I am one in a million - thank goodness - don't want too many nutters!

I gave flowers to my now ex office mate and I didn't blub as they removed the last stick of furniture from the office. I've left her with my singing robin and my soft fluffy bunnie as a reminder of the madness that has left her. Ensconced in my new office I gave out balloons and/or candies to visitors. I really should check out what I pick up in shops as one of the first balloons picked was pink and long and ribbed!! Oh honestly.

Cold
As stone
And wrapped up
In silence
Curled
Around
The self in a shell
The icy
Finger of boredom
Bolts
The door
Of a window-less cell