Relocation, relocation.

So, yesterday was spent in my bed nursing the stinking cold that daughter #1 decided to give me. I was entitled to feel sorry for myself as no-one else would. Anyway, that was a day wasted on the whole house packing thing I've got going on.
Today! Today, I can't seem to get motivated. That should probably worded as 'I can't tear myself away from the computer' Today, I plan on being ruthless with my wardrobe, not literally with the wardrobe, just the contents. I really do need to throw out those clothes that the skinny inside me wants to hang on to. Let's face it, I'm never going to fit into them again and even if I do, they'll probably be fashionable enough for my great grandchildren to wear. I might need to get some grandchildren first though. Anyway, I digress. I'm off to pour a coffee and procrastinate about the above task. ( the wardrobe, not the making of grandchildren)
Watch this space!

New Home

6 weeks or so until the big day!!

Countdown is on!

So, yeah. It's tomorrow right? Good. Daughter #1 is drunk and hung up on Eminem. This is not in anyway a problem except, I'm drunk too! I need '80's cheesy shit. She seems to need.....a human touch? I've told you already I'm not human have I not? Anyway.....Eminem is "beautiful" apparently. I'd rather have some Spandau Ballet to be honest! To be continued......

Sitting having aperitifs with said neurotic daughter.
daughter #2 phoned earlier but I was busy uploading pics on Facebook to actually listen to what she said.
Let me put you in the picture.
Daughter #2 lives with her dad; long story, 'nother blog's worths' anyway. She muttered on and on.....Oh, sorry! Was I talking?
Yeah, anyway, anything I say to daughter #2, she relays back to dad.
Dad and I have...issues, so I'm reluctant to say anything. Ergo, small talk.
The fact she told him I was moving house is indifferent when I wanted it kept quiet.
My daughter is a walking billboard! At least daughter #1 is.....not secretive but, close to me, is a godsend. Even if I'm technically kicking her out from her home.
But that's tomorrow's blog!

Laters x

Drunken nights

So, here I am. A 23 (going on 46) mum.
I have no kids! I have adults. :/
Not that they all stay with me.
One does. But she's as neurotic as me so I don't think that counts. Call it a merger!
Anyway, that's my introduction. Hola!
Read if you want to but seriously, If I was me? I wouldn't!

Laters!  x