My ‘bucket list’ includes…
Drive a steam train
- Climb a mountain
- Network my way into friendship with someone who owns a traction engine (preferably a Burrell) and get them to ‘take me under their wing’ and indulge my whimsy by teaching me how to drive and maintain it
- Write a book
- Visit the USA
- Walk along the street one day with Husby, both as ‘little old uglies’, still holding hands
- Be a Mum…properly
Someone’s been making me laugh so much I actually stopped breathing – Husby (#367 on the list of sickening ‘Why I *heart* My Man’)
WonderAunty has always despaired (when it comes to cut flowers) of my approach to getting them from point of origin (pretty, displayed well as per florist’s design, all wrapped in paper) to the end result (pretty, displayed well as per florist’s design, now in vase).
And according to Husby, this is how I do it…
We have a totally creepy new house guest – Syphylissa – the awful, ugly (and probably diseased) doll chosen by Niece at the steam rally last weekend. Since coming into our lives, being banished to the boot of the car and finally brought in (with the hopes that if I boil-wash her, she might die), this aberration has been nothing but trouble. It started off on Wednesday with this:
The doll is TOTALLY out of control. And needs rehoming (and possibly rehab) soon. I may have to send her away. Far away.
I’m not a pets person really. Well, not a ‘fluffy pets’ person. But even I found this hilarious, and spent a good long time in fits of laughter with Dyanne over it
In fact, I’ve spent several note-worthy evenings laughing with Dyanne, who is a source of great conversation, sometimes questionable music and encouragement. She is also rapidly becoming a most excellent partner in crime #WatchThisSpace
Her blog, I want backsies, has the distinction of being only the second ever that I’ve come to late, and gone back to absorb every single post. Because it really, truly is *that* good. A warrior journey written with incredible humour and postivity. Go on over and see for yourself.
You know that your Aunty/Neff relationship is at an all-time high when, after a long walk in the hot sun, he sneaks up to you, sticks his fingers into your armpit, then wipes them down your arm and disappears into a cloud of giggles.
Things are slowly falling into place on the job front – I nearly have all my identity checks done and will hopefully take in the last piece of address-related documentation by the end of the week. It’s all proving highly efficient so far, and I’m looking forward to hearing about a start date. So thankful to have landed a job in this ‘current economic climate’.
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