Thinking inside the box

Even if it does live in the middle of bloody nowhere and in a house that was FAR from up to army cleaning standards.
You kind of get the idea that it hasnt been cleaned so well when the loo still has a few skids in it o_0

So ..after a week of solidly cleaning my old place and possible absorbing so much bleach by osmosis that you could use my arse to scrub your cooker top clean and it would sparkle like the washing up liquid ads (the cooker top not my arse)I deftly dug into yet more damned cleaning.

Then I opened the kitchen cupboard..and the door fell off in my hand.

It did not bode well.

However apart from being asscheek deep in boxes that I still havent unpacked because I am waiting for new wardrobes to arrive things are going well.
My 7 year olds and The Moo's bedroom is a veritable fairy paradise if you ignore the boxes piled in the one corner.
I even dag and blessed a fairy garden with them and filled it with flowers that are supposed to attact fairies.
It was quite cute doing a fairy blessing spell and watching their faces..
It was even better the next morning after I had crept down in the night to fill the wee plot with garden fairies I had brought from ebay and they actually saw the garden.
I swear that tasmins face actually lit up and that its not just a saying.
She has spent a fair bit of time since then in the garden talking to the fairies and watering the plants for them.

Cute.

Noel has just gone back after 3 weeks helping us move in ..which is a bugger because I do miss him rotten when he is gone as do the girls n John.
Still 10 days and he will be back for my birthday.
We managed to squeeze a shot in whilst he was here which was an added bonus and the pics turned out better than I expected.

So...School starts on monday and I have to scoot about finding schools for the girls and then peace.
well ..almost peace if you dont count the 18 month old ball of destruction that is The Moo.

But I am all settled in,the accent is hurtling back at a breakneckingly frightening pace (Gladys Pugh eat yer heart out woman!!)not a decent take out for miles and it looks like beans on toast for my tea.

I am supposed to be packing not heaving my stomach up all over the house.

I feel like pants..
Yesterday was the joys of hospitalisation seeing as my body cant handle puking and goes into shock...and wont stop being sick without IV drugs


I have a nice wee temp of 38 and I feel like I have been given a right kicking.
I am also sweating like gary glitter in a playground

bollocks!

On the plus side I did get some cool pics from Sundays shoot with Dave...even if I did fib about how ill I was and ended up making myself bloody worse.

This will teach me to be so frigging stupid.

anyone got a body I can borrow until this is over?

Oh joy.
Dave is going to drown me, then freeze me, then Burn me.
ALLLLL in one day.
Actually it will be a laugh but my bone marrow still freezes over when I think back to running about in the nude in the woods in the middle of Scotland o_0
I think I may need to buy a flask..a BIIIIIG flask, tartan perhaps,with lots of brandy.

I still havent unpacked my case.
Something tells me I should have but I really cannot be buggered to do it.
Last nights sleep became a far distant memory when TheMoo decided that she didnt need to sleep and due to the fact that she is teething and flu-ish she was up and down.
henceforth so was I.
The bags under my eyes are beginning to resemble my unpacked case.
This is TheMoo being a lion
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And me being cruel...

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John is going to be working late all week and because I wasnt about last week I ventured into the terrifying world of housework this morning to find that I was outnumbered by "things"
I am feeling fairly productive however having guted the bathrooms ,kitchen and wiped down all walls halls n doors.
Tomorrow the washing..
Do you remember the trash heap on the fraggles?
THATS my washing pile..it leers at me when I sleep and I swear I can catch it move and chuckle.

Noel kindly fiddled with one of Fozzies pics for me(I had asked if it was ok)and the result is my first ever fairy pic..unless you count my 5th bithday party pictures o_0
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OOOH and I joined AMZ but it confuses me.
I am a total technophobe and its all buttons and things and I am overwhelmed by all the linky things.
I am sure I will get used to it..I can add more pics when I have shrunk some of the ones I have gotten already.
its just finding time I think..and here I am arsing about here..
I should be doing tea.
I need to do a Hilda Ogden headscarf n curlers fag and bad lippy shoot to fit this present mood...
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maybe not..

Dali has feck all on me I swear.
Well finally I got my arse into live journal..well fucking duh thats fairly obvious I know but its the kind of stuff that you generally type because you dont know what to say.

So ..here I am two weeks away from moving to deepest darkest frigging Wales and I am filling in a blog entry after spending nigh on a week in a Scottish castle arseing about in the nude,meeting some pretty cool people and freezing my arse off when not being poked awake by ghosts.

I need to do it again as soon as possible *G*