Monday, 2 March 2015

Me on Monday

It's been a keeping out of the way kind of Monday.  
And for a few more days yet.
 8.23 am
 1.13 pm.
This post is adapted from Sian's Me on Monday theme,
 which you can find on the

Sunday, 1 March 2015

Month in Numbers | February 2015

We have, in no particular order:
9 ~ the age reached by our beloved pooch, which, as we know, is 63 in human years.   
42.99 ~ the amount spent on school uniform: 
two new pairs of jogging bottoms and one new winter coat. 
48.50 ~ the amount spent on chocolate and marshmallows for the Valentine's goody bags.
28.95 ~ the amount spent on a new pair of slippers and a pair of trainers for The Boy Child.  
4 ~ the number of cousins staying with us and the number of nights they stayed.
8 ~ the number of journeys made by tube train during their visit.
5 ~ the number of visits to Costa during their visit.
2 ~ the number of celebs spotted by my cousin - Arlene Phillips and Duncan from Blue.
Cachirulo was born on the 13th at 8.32pm.
He weighed 3.48 kilos and was 51 cms long.
He spent 11 days without a name.    
64.50 ~ the amount spent on two haircuts; one for me and one for The Boy Child.
  The downside of London living.  
96% ~ the highest number scored by The Boy Child in his weekly test.  Twice.
270 ~ the number of lengths swum in the pool by me. 
25 ~ the number of goody bags taken into school on the 13th
2 ~ the number of kilner jars turned into Valentine's Hot Chocolate Jars.
1 ~ the number of books given as a gift: An Astronaut's Guide to Life on Earth by Chris Hadfield.
5 ~ the number of Valentine's cards received between us.
1 ~ the number of bouquets of yellow roses received.
7 ~ the number of items given away via freecycle.org:
 1 Niceday notice board and 6 assorted coffee mugs. 


Month in Numbers is the brainchild of Julie 
and you'll always find a warm welcome over at her place. 
 Not to mention entertaining posts about a varied list of topics.
Go on over, stop by and say hello. 

Saturday, 28 February 2015

Look Up | Look Down

Back in 2013, Helena hosted a weekly meme 
inviting participants to capture their surroundings 
by looking up and looking down. 
However, I did think about that idea again yesterday when I was on the school run.
Look Up.
 Look Down.
Helena also ran the popular meme Zoom In | Zoom Out in 2014 
and is running a meme on pairings throughout 2015.  

Friday, 27 February 2015

Mirror, Mirror

When I see myself in a photo or catch sight of my reflection, I rarely look like how I think I look.
We're talking about photos that make me look half-way decent here,
 not the candid mouth-open-eyes-shut variety.
Photos like this one.
And this one.
Where am I going with this post?
Passport photos, that's where.
Yep, it's almost for for a renewal.
So.  There I was this morning, fresh from the showers at the gym.
Hair brushed and in a semblance of style.
Make-up on.
Cardigan of a good strong colour.
Cardigan of a style that won't look hideously dated in ten years time.
I think the problem is too much hair.
The length is correct.
Longer length hair is not for me, as shown by my current passport photo.
So.
A haircut.
Try again.

Passport photos?  Yep, that's me or who on earth is that?

Thursday, 26 February 2015

Music Memories

I'm currently thinking about and writing about the music from my childhood
 as part of The History Project online class .
Bearing in mind that I am now in my mid 40s, 
my childhood musical heydays were the late 70s and the early 80s.
Songs like:
Geno and Come on Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runners (1981 and 1982).
 These songs were both anthemic and endemic.
Hearing them, I recall gloriously long hot summers, school discos and feeling that the local radio station seemed to play them on repeat.

Footloose by Kenny Loggins (1984).
I was on exam leave for my 'O' Levels and took an afternoon
 off to go and see the film of the same title at the Unit Four cinema
 in my hometown with a girl called Geraldine.      

Video Killed the Radio Star by The Buggles (1978).
A totally bonkers sort of record, but how I loved it!
Still do; when it's on the radio today I turn it up and sing my head off, 
much to The Boy Child's horror. 
  It's probably one of the first songs that I took an interest in of my own accord
 (if we don't count my parents' record collection). 

I have about sixteen songs from those years to write about.  
As soon as I start to jot down a few notes about one particular song, two more come into my mind.
It's My Party ~ Dave Stewart and Barbara Gaskin version (1981), anyone?

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Eight

There's potential in the next few weeks 
for some serious upheaval here in suburbia.
With that in mind, I took an hour to myself this afternoon to scrapbook.
Something simple.
With layering.
With embellishments that are years old.
 No journalling necessary.
 What is it that Cathy Zielske often says?
Something along the lines of,
 "take the crap out of scrapbooking."
Job done.

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

A Name

After waiting eleven days for his parents to decide, 
Cachirulo now has a name.
His first name is English and his middle name is Spanish.
Ah, if only I could share it with you.
But he looks pretty pleased with it, wouldn't you say?

Monday, 23 February 2015

Me on Monday | Photo Heavy

It's been a:
MoT and car insurance sorting,
 filling up the freezer,
 newspaper reading and tea drinking,
 ironing,
 menu planning,
 buying the groceries forgotten the first time around,
 working on The History Project,
 and drinking tea in the park en route to pick-up 
kind of Monday.
This post is adapted from Sian's Me on Monday theme,
 which you can find on the

Sunday, 22 February 2015

Things He Says | The Joke Edition

He said: "Why did the banana go to the hospital?"
I said: "I don't know.  Why did the banana go to the hospital?"
He said: "Because he wasn't peeling very well!" 

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Scrapbook Saturday

Having packed the boys off to the football
 and boxed off a few chores, 
I spent the remainder of the afternoon in my office.
It was bliss.
I had iTunes playing through my PC.
The pooch was curled up in his basket.
I started a double page spread about Cachirulo.
 He still doesn't have a name.
 I wrote about memories of games and music for The History Project class.
 I made a few embellishments to use as subject headers 
for the aforementioned class. 
 I found a map online and printed it off to illustrate memories
 of the French Exchange I went on when I was 14 years old.
And I rounded it off with a visit to the pub to meet up with my boys.
Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon.