My relaxing day off!

Whoever suggested we buy a house that needed work, please shoot them...oh hang on, that was me! I have spent my day off trying to watch The Vicar of Dibley boxset out the corner of my eye (belated birthday present, many thanks Mike and Jan) while cleaning the paint off the floor, glue off the step by the back door and tidying our shit hole of a bedroom, oh and there's the other thing. We got a new sofa and of course, Matt being Matt, we got it before the old one had been taken away, I kid you not I have spent today ringing every charity that takes furniture in Nottingham, and not one wants it. Or they do but can only pick it up two weeks on wednesday, how very useful. The thing is this is a good sofa, it's not too worn and pretty comfy, you probably wouldn't choose it if you were buying it, mainly becasue it's yellow and red, but if you had nothing, it would be great, and the really sad thing is because we cannot get anyone to take it away and we currently have two sofa's occupying a space which is barely big enough for one, we will be dumping it, now thats great recycling isn't it! Seriously whats the world coming to when you cannot give something away. Not wanting to seem bitter but next time I am stopped in the street by a charity who inform me that I must donate, as some people have nothing, I may think twice, and maybe even tell them this little tale of woe!

Hail and damnation

I have a day off yipppeeee, and I have of course spent it wisely, having my haircut and shopping (well I am a woman what would one expect)? I did however purchase three more cushions for our beautiful new sofa, it's a corner/bed sofa, as you can move the pieces of it around and when in a square it is somewhat bed like, and very cool, needed some cusioning though so we now have seven primark cushions on it, they are really nice but as the sofa's quite large they called for quite large cushions, initially we had only got four and relised it required more fluffing so after my haircut which luckily I missed the hail (just) I trotted off to Primark to get another three. Now while I am all for saving the enviroment, I have to say that brown paper bags on a rainy day is not ideal, apparently they didn't have any plastic ones so they would have to do, well I managed to avoid the rain in town, but the bastard things were so huge and each in their own bag that I managed to clear a rail of clothes in one fail swoop in Miss Selfridges and nearly took a woman out in Boots. After this fiasco I decided to run for the tram and head home, while it was still dry out, although running was an issue as had choosen to wear a pair of jeans that are just slightly too big and no belt. Once on said tram I came face to face with three policemen (well two policemen and one policewoman) and a group of, lets say, older gentleman who to put it politely had, had a few. Although one did give me his seat, which was kind but a logistical nightmare with all my bags. Luckily they got off quite early on, but as the tram passed through the villages I realised the skies getting darker. I decided to attempt to leg it home, despite my jeans falling down (which reminded me of an halrious incident involving myself and two friends when we were in Italy a couple of years ago teaching and while running for the train one friend mentioned her jeans were falling down and the other decided to sing at the top of his voice 'Emma's jeans are falling down' to the tune of Londons bridge is falling down, all through this quiet little town we were in)! Anywho, I was almost home, I could see our bin (only one still out as usual) when the skies opened, down came the rain and out came by broken brolly, useless against the pea sized raindrops, then as quickly as it had started it stopped, all quiet, I took down my brolly. HUGE MISTAKE. Within seconds I was under attack from hail stones! Could I get my brolly back up, could I hell! So I got home soggy, broke (from the purchasing of new Ghd's and cushions), with a broken brolly, and damp cushions in damp paper bags!
All in all a successful day out , wouldn't you say?! :)

Broken Ghd's equals broken hearted!

I know to most people this is going to sound insane and you can tell me to get over myself as much as you damn well want, but anyone with unruly, frizzy, curly hair is surely going to understand the horrendous situation I am in......my Ghd straighteners broke this morning!! I turned them on, they flickered with the beautiful red light of life, beeped to signal their presence then went off, and all that was left behind was the smell of burning! Matt, bless his heart, seeing my despair tried changing the fuse but there was no hope, they are dead and I am in mourning! But what to do now, you see I bought my first pair of Ghd's when I was 18, they cost me £90 but were worth every penny, when they went to Ghd heaven I bought another, wierdly this was four years later but they had gone up in price to £100, now two years after the last pair I am faced with paying £119, for the same straighteners that cost me £90 all those years ago, the issue is that
a) thats a lot of money,
b) the price is raising but the quality seems to be falling and
c) am I crazy?
I think I already know deep down that I will buy them, because as mad as it sounds I just can't live with them, I have curly hair and a fringe?! What I am suppoed to do with that without my Ghd's?! Also we are off to Newcastle for the weekend to visit Matt's family and I refuse to spend the whole time looking like Diana Ross!
I just wish the thought of spending £119 didn't make me what to throw up quite so much as it does!!

My very first blog

This is it, my very first blog, even as I type this I am still wondering if this is a good idea. I first thought of creating a blog on here around six months ago, a friend moved to spain and started a blog to keep everyone back home up to date, and it was brilliant, I am still following her trials and tribulations almost a year on. But the thought of starting my own only came to me after I'd been reading hers, at first I though 'why not' I am a writer after all, but the more I thought about it the more I thought against it, why? Because if you plotted my life on a graph it would look like you'd squashed a spider on the page, lows and highs all over the shop. Mostly lows. and as a person who 'swallows her feelings' and all that crap and I wondered whether this would only serve to be a way of expressing on 'paper' what I cannot in words, and ultimately become one long, depressing rant about my life.
However, over the last few weeks another friend has started a blog and I suppose following hers as well as my other friends has made me realise that this doesn't have to be some splurge of emotion everytime I blog, it can just be me, my life, and I am finally at a point where I feel happy, almost contented! I am finally working in the industry I wanted to and even attempting to plan my own wedding and so suddenly the time felt right. I cannot guarantee it'll all be good (I am a bride to be after all) but I hope it will at least be honest, interesting and at times even funny! So enjoy! This is my life, love and everything inbetween!