Catching up

I’m just relaxing from clearing up after having a girl friend to lunch. We haven’t seen eachother really for about 7 or 8 years…she came to my 50th but so did lots of others and I didn’t get a chance for an indepth chat!

So this was our chance to hear all about our children, husbands, lives and of course other people we know!

We first got to know eachother in the Church rooms, when odau children were at playgroup, then in school playgrounlocals ourlocal primary school,  the car park of our prep school and boarding school. There have of course been lots of lunches, suppers, coffees etc in between when I have managed to book myself in…she is a very busy woman! She has managed to fundraise for her local Hospice for the past 10 years, (over £100,000!) she is a church warden, she is always doing but always has time for her friends. A lovely woman.

I can’t get over how long it is since we chatted. We both have lost people, worried about our kids’ futures…what mother doesn’t! The lovely thing is how easy it was to start up where we left off! The only difference between us now and then is the odd (!) grey hair…must book hair appointment!

And now I feel warm and fuzzy (without the alcohol! She was driving! ), and pleasantly tired. Lovely memories are bobbing up, and although some of them are sad ones, it is good to remember them too ….  After all life is full of ups and downs, good and bad times, and it’s your friends who are there throughout both that are the blessings.

Now, tea I think, perhaps a bit of Alan Titchmarsh, a quick walk with the dog…and perhaps some email writing to other old friends.


Train journey


Yes, a very rare trip to London with the train taking the strain. This is allowing me to look a the glorious green, brown and white countryside …and am I? Nope, I’m looking a this page…hold on…nope stationary in a station!

The first part of the journey I did look out of the window. It is part that I have only done a few times, as we moved further out form London about 6 years ago, and I usually ddupe up as we are very lucky to have a parking space! Still have to pay the Congestion charge tho! Oh for a hybrid car!

Anyway, here I am enjoying the delights of train travel again. This bit of the journey I know off by heart as I have done it for 40 years now! The beauty is almost unaltered, which is lucky! The local towns and villages have not spread too far along the line. Trees have grown, been cut down, planted, fields ploughed or not, and now are all covered to a greater or lesser degree in white.

I love travelling! There are views to take in, people to,watch, listen to…only cos they are talking loudly, honestly! And the smells! At the moment I am trying to figure out the perfume from the lovely lady in front. It’s about to be masked bu the coffee trolly. Don’t think I’ll partake as I’m bound to spill it!

Oh,my ears have popped form going through the Sevenoaks tunnel! They always have done! I have done this journey in school uniform, in mufti at half terms, in work clothes and now as me! I always like to look smart, whatever the weather. When I was little Mummy always made us put gloves and a hat on for going ” up to Town”. It makes it a special trip.

I am not going to make links with the journey of life…there are far more learned, cleaver folks out there who can do that. I just love the journey! Possibilities of bumping into friends (not this trip), wondering how,easy will the trip to my destination on thetube be, watching an already beautifully made up lady tweak her make up even more, despite the movement! Obviously well practiced. Wonder if that fur coat is real? If so she’s a brave lass! Difficult to tell as its just black.looks fab, whatever it is.

Well, almost there. Can’t decide where to get off…London Bridge or Waterloo East. Both on Jubilee line…might as well be Waterloo as haven’t been there for ages!

I may add to this page on my way back…depends on how the lunch goes!

More learning..and frustration! …WordPress Take Note!

I am sitting in my freezing study tying this as I am trying to fix the problem of why my WordPress app wont let me in! (It’s cold cos I haven’t put the heating on yet, that’s why!)

I have gone on forums and tried all that they have suggested! i have ticked the box with the XML thingy in…I dont really understand what that means, but it doesn’t seem to have made any difference, and it is driving me nuts!

One of the main problems is I don’t know how to add pictures to my site on my iPad…as you may have noticed they can’t be seen properly! My Twitter friends and my son have pointed this out to me! It should be so easy to click and drop…not that it is easy to do that on this Mac! You have to export the pic to the desktop and then drag into the Media files on the site…at least that is how I have been doing it!

I love taking pics and want to share them with you all – you don’t have to look! But at this rate I’ll start screaming pretty soon!

Dear, why is it so difficult to get into my site with your App? It wont recognise my password?!?!?!?!!?!?!?

Scary, aren’t I when cross!!!!

Please, someone make me into a happy face!

If I Don’t Do It Now…


Eeeek! I’ve just been  ” naughty”! Well, actually I don’t see it as being naughty,even tho my tummy is still feeling funny from doing it! I even feel a little faint!

You know that special something you have always dreamt of having? For some it is a type of car, or the latest iPhone (sorry, already got one!), a pony if you are still a very small little girl, a place of your own if you’re a teenager living at home. It can even be as simple as a particular book….

Well my special thing has always been a garden swing! I went to a friend’s for tea as a little girl and in their garden was the most wonderful swing…to us that afternoon it was a magic place that transported us to Our Place flying over deserts and seas, escapingfrom a dragon I think it was…probably just her little brother! I went home and told my mother that when I grew up I was going to have such a magic swing of my own….

Well, yes it has taken a long time…about 46 years to be exact! There has always been something else that was needed more, or the swing wasn’t just the right one. Then the children came along and the idea went out of my head for a while. 4 houses and gardens later I happened to go to the Country Living Fair last spring with my 3 Tea Girl Friends. We had done every stall, every isle, and tried every morsel of free food and were on our way out when there it was! It was in the middle of an isle surrounded by other wooden things,  but it called! One of my friends saw it too and we both went to sit on it!

Oh, dear reader, I can’t tell you! Love at first feel just doesn’it describe it! We sat, we swung, we almost fell asleep! Alas I had just started renting out my holiday cottage and hadn’t earned a great deal of money yet. So home we went, me dreaming and feeling pangs of separation!

Skip a few months and it is Fair time again, but I may not be able to go. Every now and then I have looked on the website at my swing, checking the prices, my bank balance and then going off to do something else.

Then today dawned very cold but beautifully sunny. I talked to someone about changing my lifestyle, to becoming more active. So off I went for a walk with the dog…thinking…always dangerous! We are only here once, theory has it, and I was thinking what I would regret if I died tomorrow…it was one of those walks!

Chatting to another of the Tea Girls I mentioned the garden swing…” for goodness sake, have it! You’ve always wanted one, and you might die tomorrow!” She had obviously been tuning into my thoughts! I picked up the phone, just to see if the prices were any different, or if there would be a special price at the fair….Fatal!! The gorgeous man on the other end of thephone said lots of soothing wonderful words, and a few minutes later….I said YES! Eeeek!

What have I done?? It’s not,cheap, and there’s a recession, and I can hear Hubby’s views now!! So, have a look at the pic…mine will have green top and cushions…have I been stupid?? Should I have resisted?? I know I will earn enough in a few weeks to pay for it, and then this summer I could be sailing away over deserts and seas, chasing dragons and princes…

What do you think?? 

It’s OK to Feel Fed Up!

I was hacked off this morning!


In my mind I had several very reasons to feel that way..

  1. It was my birthday last Thursday and my son forgot!
  2. I did not get tea in bed
  3. Hubby got a dicky tummy on Saturday morning so I didn’t get my fav breakfast in my fav place as promised.
  4. I missed the Breakfast Club due to taking hubby to station miles away

All of that added up to me feeling very hard done by! I can reason it all out…son had a tricky time with his dissertation ; I was awake before hubby; hubby felt awful; the rail line is being worked on for the next 7 weeks!

I went back to bed after the train trip and then felt so fed up I couldn’t get up until after 10. Consequently I never got going and wallowed! There is no other word for it! I ate what I wanted, drank what I wanted and generally sulked!

All of this resulted in me feeling awful this morning! I had poisoned my system with sugar and starch, and felt the world was rotten to poor little (ha!) me!

I didn’t want anyone to know how I felt! It was important that no one at the Breakfast Club knew I was feeling like this! Rediculous! No one can feel ticking boo all of the time, and some of my reasons were quite reasonable! What a lot of reasonables!

I shouldn’t have wallowed…I have loads of things I can do to get myself out of a sulk,..walking the dog on the beach would have been a brilliant one even tho it was very cold!  However sometimes we need to do these things to remind ourselves how sensible we are the rest of the time! And I am not a saint! No, sorry to break it to you, dear reader….what do you mean, you’d guessed?!

Looking back the last few days hadn’t been that bad…

I had managed to get new lighting in the flat; hubby and I had had a great evening out; I had survived his friend’s 70th party surrounded by strangers; I had claimed my son down over the phone and not rushed up to his uni to sort him out (how embarrassing would that have been for him!!!); my cottage has a new window; and I have at last managed to get my latest art project going!

So no more grump, I’m back on the herbal tea so detoxing gently, I’ve booked a couple of lunches and Texas..(if only!) teas with friends. I am feeling better….until the next time, of course! Teehee!

So what have I learned? It’s ok to feel fed up, and you don’t have to hide it!

Now, aren’t you glad I shared that with you? No? Oh, sorry about that! Hope you’re not fed up now! If you are, tell someone!


Saturday Morning in London

It is very rare that Hubby and I are not in the country on a Saturday morning, he going off to golf and me starting on the week’s washing. This week we had been invited to a friend’s 70th party in London so we actually decided to spend time in Town. Alas we couldn’t make it the whole weekend cos…yep, you’ve guessed it…he had a golf match at Rye on Sunday (now for those of you counting stuff).

Friday night I cooked chili con carni….turned out to be a bit of a mistake for Him! He’s getting one of those delicate British male stomachs! I will gloss over thedetails, enough to say I was cross! I would have to clean the loo!

Well, after a short while we set off for a wander round Borough. It was a beautiful morning, and for once I had not got my huge handbag…. Lippy, phone and tissues were in my coat pockets. I am loving taking pics with the new iPhone and luckily there are some fav things to click at round the area.

The Shard from local Primary School

It was rather nice wandering round with Hubby. It reminds us of when we seemed to have more time to do this kind of thing before kids, per wedding even. The Borough area, rather than the market, reminds us both of wandering round Soho, New York, which we love doing…don’t know whenwe’ll get another chance to do that, thanks to recession etc. the market is always full of things to watch, food to smell, taste, people to watch, and this morning we found a newish store so had a nos win…the Aesop shop, selling Aussie natural products for face and body. They have just had wonderful sinks put it…I think they were last seen in my primary school loos! Even the brown stains were still there! Sorry if you are cringing, but I loved them! So I tried the hand wash and hand cream, which was fab, and then the girl(US accent I think) gave us some free samples to try at home…full marks tomore! I love free samples, and you can try them with your own water…which might be harder/softer than in the shop! I’m not going nuts! It’s makes a difference! The one think I hate is that I couldn’t see any prices, even in the product brochure she gave us. I like to know how much things are up front…if you don’t show the prices it means you think they ar expensive, nto that I may not be able to afford them!!  Shops should stop being snotty, especially in this economic climate!

Any way, we then wandered thru the market, and spent time looking a the fish…boy, there are someugly things in our deeps!

Bet they taste good tho…but you’ll never get me to try squid or octopus! I am shivering with disgust! Such beautiful creatures in the sea, let’s just leave them there! see for yourself!Squid on a stick, anyone?



If only His tummy had been fine, I could have got him to try things. There was the most fantastic piella cooking amongst other things, in wonderfully huge pans…why didn’t I take a pic of those? Must remember for another day!

Of course we ended up in Pain Quotidian! Silly to think we wouldn’t! He was a bit taken aback by the number of babies in there but then when ours were tinny we moved into the country and he was always on the golf course!! True, not me moaning. (ok, maybe a tiny moan, but too late know, and he retreats it, given what has happened since)

The worst bit for me was I sat on the inside in the bench, so that when I wanted to go to the loo I almost swept next door’s food off the table with my bum! I must remember to sit on the outside, but then I can’t people watch! Damn!

Well, after that we wandered towards the river, and discovered a new wine shape…Leithwaites I think! I dragged him inside…a amazed I had to drag to be honest! He adores looking, buying and drinking wine, and has a great pallet, except he has a thing for Reisling, and I still find it too light and sweet! I have a dreadful palet that likes full bodied reds! Just like me!Must try these!

By the time we hit the river it was windy and cold, so I wrapped my scarf round my head, turning into a cross between my mother and the Queen, and we scuttled back to the flat to get ready for the party.

It was a great way to spend time together, away from talking about house, work, son etc, just us, enjoying eachother’s company and being a couple. Sometimes we can forget that doing something together is very important. Our outside roles are important, but every now and then it is good to remember how to be just us as a couple. I love being married to Him, he’s a great chap and I’m grateful we found eachother!

Ok, enough of the sloppy stuff! If you get the chance, wander round Borough Market and hope you enjoy it too!

Bye for now!

L x

PS-am going to have to publish this, then edit for the pictures as I still haven’t worked out how to edit and move pictures around on them iPad.

Edited! Still cant do that from iPad as app wont let me in!!! Can some one sort this please? Hello? anyone listening?




Sleep clinic

Here I am in hospital of my own free will! According to my hubby I snore…I would deny it of course, but I have woken myself up with the odd snort so I know I can’t kid anyone!

Here in the Conquest Hospital in Hastings they are doing these Sleep Tests to see if we have sleep apnea…when you stop breathing in your sleep for a little while…or any other reasons why we are keeping our loved ones awake! I say we, but I’ve only seen one other chap so far!

I am in a ward on my own with just this one bed – please don’t start on hospital politics etc, I suspect it was an empty ward any way -with the usual hospital bed and curtains…they are rather claustrophobic so I may just pull them black a bit as I’m used to slightly more space. Typically it is quite noisy outside with general traffic noise, plus the hum from something or other. I shall investigate in one of my bored moments!

I have brought in a couple of books I have been meaning to read, but the room is at a slightly higher temperature than I keep the house, so feel I might just drop off before the test starts at 10.30! You know when you’ve been told not to do something and then you have the terrible urge to do it?? Well, I want to snooze!!!  Think I’d better go have a cup of something to keep me going…it’s only 4.45!  No idea why we had to come in so early!!

my bed for the night

I have been wired up to a smallish monitor attached to me by an elastic band at my waist; there are sensors on my legs and side and an 02 one on my middle finger…apparently that one will glow during the test so I mustn’t worry if I dream that I’ve turned into ET!

Right, I’m off to get some tea and see if I can watch TV…might as well catch up on what others are seeing! Laters


oh boy, where do I start? What a rip off! You have to pay at least £5 for just the Freeview channels, except that every time I tried to connect I was redirected to a menu that said I didn’t have enough credit and to put more on my credit card…so who can guess what I did? Wrong! I paid more and then managed to find my way to the usual suspects on Freeview after much fiddling! I do hope that if any ill person wants to watch TV that someone else sets it up for them ,cos what I’ve just done is enough to raise the blood pressure of any normall person!

For some reason I can’t read a book in here! I tried…I brought two books in and neither of them have been read more than the first few pages! Either its the light in here or my attitude to it all!

All the wires etc to be attached to my bodymy bed for the night

At 5.30 a very nice nurse popped her head round the door and asked if I wanted any supper- it has been a long time, thankfully, since I had to eat hospital food so I chanced my luck again. Well, for those of you who remember old school meals, it was a blast from the past. Fish pie with I am sure enough gloopiness in the sauce to cause some damage to the digestive system, ice cream and they added a jelly despite not asking for it! Must have looked as if I needed it! It was ok actually, and after the usual heartburn I settled down to watch Made in Dagenham, which was a great film. I even managed to stay awake past the 10.30 start of the test. The machine beeped quietly, my finger lit up and away we went! Lights out at 11pmish, and off I went into the land of nodd!


well, who does sleep that well in hospital? It was much quieter than I thought it would be. My only problem was the low level lighting in the corridor which shone threw the curtains. I tossed and turned a bit…I woke I think 5 times with one loo stop which was only one or two more times than normal. Each time I had a quick fiddle of the wire in my nose…you know, the two pronged thing they use to give you oxygen, only this one was just measuring how much C02 was being pumped out by my snozz! I wanted to scratch my nose every time I woke, but was good….no, really, I was!

I am now sitting up in bed with an unusual cup of coffee to get me started. It is usually a gallon of tea, either herbal or builders, which gets this ol gal going!

I can go now, as the machine has just turned itself off, so I can pull all the wires up through my PJs and sensors off the old flesh and, after dressing, I can run back to my own shower….I think I will do just that folks!

What has this proved? Well, it’s going to take at least 6 weeks before the results come back. They seem to have about 4 of us a night, and I think only two staff to look at the results. So who knows! Was it worth it? I bet not, but I shall not lose any sleep worrying about what they find!

I think this has been an experience, something I’ve never done before, and somehow 2012 feels like the year for new experiences, so in that respect it has been worth it. I bet I sleep really well in the flat tonight that’s for sure…in the spare room so as not to disturb hubby and so I can relax about sleeping and snoring!

I suspect there will be a small blog on single verses double beds in the near future too!

So, up and at ’em folks! I’m off home and hope to get winery with time for a bit of The Breakfast Club to start my day the right way.

Bye for now,


8 years later…

8 years later

I have been watching on Twitter all the love going to Harry Mosley and his family. They have all been through so much, with Harry’s brain tumour; and Harry has been an inspiration to os many people, thinking of others and how to help them. This has struck home hard as 8 years ago today we watched our daughter Ally go into a morphine-induced coma …at about 8pm tonight. She died on the 10th October, aged 15 and a half, having had primary liver cancer diagnosed in March. These last few days were ones of peace and waiting. We talked to Ally as I was convinced she could hear, telling her everything we wanted her to know-including her 13yr old brother, who was tremendously brave throughout it all. The weather was similar to now, sunny and cold, so that Ally was bathed in sunlight when she died, and yes, she was at home. Most of her treatment took place at home with me being her nurse – even her chemotherapy was given via a pump so she could visit her school, friends etc. We had some hysterical times when an air bubble would get in her line and then all hell let loose until we had stopped everything and got rid of the tiny space in the tiny tube. W would sit and gently cuddle afterwards, often on the side of the road as I would be driving her hither and yon. Ally and I packed a lifetime into the 7months between diagnosis and death. I am sure the World over there are parents going through the same feelings as I am, reading about Harry. It sounds funny but we are the lucky ones… We have had the opportunity to say goodbye to our children, to show them how much we love them, to hold them, help them, and finally to let them go. They live on in our hearts, whatever we are doing, and although with time we may not remember them consciously every day, subconsciously they are with us in everything we do. To Harry’s parents and family I send my love. Their pain and loss, and perhaps some relief, is their own, but there are others out here who can relate and are always here if needed. God Bless Harry, God Bless your family. Xxxx


This is a blog I wrote last year on another site. I wanted to include it on this site as it is really important to me. This is our darling Ally a couple of months before she died. 8 years ago today. She was 15 and a half. She was diagnosed in March 2003 with HCC – adult liver cancer.

She had been feeling ill for a few months, and not finding anything by prodding and poking the doctors said she had Eosophagitus. Our doctor thought she was making a fuss bacause she was at bording school and didn’t like it – far from the truth as Ally tried to tell her when I left the room. She had grown very fond of her school friends and as school was only 10-15 mins form home I was able to pop in occasionally, doing the “tuck” run! Always a popular occurance for her and her friends as I would rock up in gardening clothes and her little bro in the car, and poss the dog! The school, Benenden, was fantastic right the way through from the day she got in to at least a year after she died, and she loved her time there.

I was in NY with my husband, her Dad, for a long weekend as he had been working there all week. We got a call from Ally to say her eyes had turned yellow and she was off to the doc: we spoke to Matron who said she’d keep us posted. then she calle dot say that Ally was going to the hospital for a scan and as it was the day we were returning we said we’d meet them there. During the ultra scan I joked with Ally that it looked like she had the Lock Ness Monster in her. Ever wanted to turn back time and kick yourself?

The consultant who told us what was wrong was the same man who came up with the Eosophagitus diagnosis.No, I didn’t yella t him – we were in too much shock. Ally had a tumour the size of a grapefruit in her liver. As we later found it was near the gall bladder (?) or the entrance to the liver and so was basically inoperable. It was so far advanced the cancer consultant at The Marsden in Surrey said nothing would cure her but something might give her some hope. We let her decide – she said the one that didn’t make her loose her hair was the one she’d go for. The Consultant was very good at not wiping out all hope but at the same time letting her know it was probably terminal.

I dont know when that word was first used, but both Richard and I immediately said we wanted her to have quality of life rather than quantity. In Kings at Denmark hill we had watched children who had been dragged half way round the world for radiation treatments on their livers, and we had seen the affect on the children and the parents. One lad said to Ally he was so tired of it all, he wished it would stop. So there was no discussion between us, we just looked at eachother and both said together “Quality”.

I still stand by that decision. Yes, we had the money and we could have dragged her to three Mile Island in the US for strange and experimental treatments, but the end woudl have been the same, and in the meantime we would have all been exhausted. This way we had 7 months of fun and love with Ally which we would never have had, even if she had been well! The hospital fixed her up with a pump and PICC line into her heart and gave me a lesson on changing packs and clearing lines of air bubbles. So with her special shoulder bag, and me with my first aid kit, we hit the shops, saw her friends, saw films…she fell asleep in Calender Girls ( slightly tackless but she chose it!).

As the summer went on she lost more and more weight as the tumour squuzed her insides into a smaller and smaller space. She had a fairwell party for her school friends,a nd gave them all a goodie bag to say thanks and good bye…our shrubbery saw many a tear shed by both mothers an fathers, including the wonderful caterers who had done our wedding and the childrens’ christenings.

Ally’s brother, Jamie, and his best friend went round taking photos, which we have today in a wonderful book. He was a fantastic chap that day and others, only 13, and putting everyone else first. He had done Common Entrance exams and got into his next school with all of this hanging over him. he had to grow up fast, especially as Ally had always looked after him, spoken for him, and stood up for him. They were 2years 10 days apart and really had never argued! Even the day she gave him his Harry Potter scar whilst chasing him round the house!

Eventually it was obvious there was nothing else we could do for her apart from pain relief. The Diana Nurses form Maidstone Hospital had been wonderful throughout the summer, and as September drew into October they came to be our life line. They were very good at telling me what to look out for as signes of the end coming… Ally didn’t want me to leave her on the Monday; she had a visit from the Vicar on the Tuesday. Then Wednesday night she started to halucinate…the cancer had spread to her brain. She tried spitting at the father, scratching me… so we were very grateful when the nurses came and started her on a morphine drip. She suddenly came back to us and was loving and smiling as she slowly slipped inot a sleep, and then inot unconciousness. The nurses sat up with her so we couls have a sleep, and then left us in the morning.

Strangely the weather was a warm sunny October week, like now. We took it in turns to sit with her, talk toher, and have our meals. Eventually I went off for a bike ride, and then let the boys go off whilst I sat with Ally. Her breathing slowed, occasionally stopped, and then changed to the gravelly occasional gasp. I told her how much I loved her and that it was ok to go, that Grandpa was probably waiting for her to show her round Heaven. Then I told her to hang on whilst I yelled for the boys – they had just come back. They rushed in, and we were all together, holding her hands as she eventually died.

It was very obvious when she left. The sun was shining in her bedroom window, and I opened it wide, as I feel she wanted to leave by the window. I called the doctor and the funeral service. The nurses came and helped me dress her in her fav PJs and made sure I had her funeral clothes ready – her red satin bridesmaid dress, diamond earings, and, of course, Teddy!

Empty, relieved, tired, pained.Drained. I am feeling it now. BUT, I know she wants life to be good for us, and the fact the sun is shining, then and now, and for her funeral means to me that it is ok to go on. “Life is for living, Love is Eternal” is on her headstone. It’s what she believed and so do we. Its getting easier to bare every year. There are some days I don’t think of her.doesn’t mean I have forgotten or love her any lass. It just means life is going on. I am so glad we had her! I adore my memories of her both as a baby and growing up. She was no angel, just a normal girl, and we had the occasional arguement about her room etc…who hasn’t! i am sure she sees us, and now with her grandparents has fun watching us muddle our way through our lives. A Week after she died she gave me a huge hug and cuddled me whilst I slept on the sofa. Her leaving woke me. I often want to feel that again, but know she is off having fun somewhere else, doing whatever we do after this life. ( She is hopefully preparing God for the Dressing Down I will give him if I ever meet him!)

So go on with your lives, live each day, be yourself, love yourself, and give thanks. And SMILE!!!!



I was going to add this to the blog onto the week so far but as there is so much to say it deserves a page of its own! It was truly in awesome event in the original meaning of the word as you hopefully will see.

Now, my mother (oh,that phrase!) would always get me to places early so as not to be late…we used to turn up for the train back to school at least an hour before it was due to go! I now hate Paddington Station! So not wanting to be late to such an important event, and needing to raid John Lewis perfume counter I emerged from Bond Street tube station at 8.35… Event kick off was at 9.30! Nothing was open but coffee shops…so I scouted out the Carphone Warehouse and 02 shops for later attempt to upgrade my phone, and then saw what I thought was the right Starbucks. I popped in and was going to check it out when out of the corner of my eye I spotted Jayne …see The Breakfast Club link at top of page for further details! Screams of delight followed by huge hugs with her and Dinah, polite handshake with a husband, and kisses for Jay, another Twitter friend and techie, and we all adjourned  downstairs to start the mad chatting. I have to say these ladies are more beautiful in RL than those small avatars on Twitter can ever show!

Pics were shown, coffees ordered, lots and lots of extra hugs and giggles…lord knows what the other customers thought but who cared? Not me, for a change!Jay with the perfect T-Shirt!Nor Jay!

Slowly but surely others turned up to almost the same greetings. It was very interesting to see those who threw themselves into the hugs, and those with just firm handshakes on offer. I’m a great hugger! But I’m not going to force someone to feel my flesh if they don’t want to! After all we were there to meet new friends not scare them all witless…which was mildly what I was feeling at this point!

Very quickly after 9.30 we were full, trying to guess who was who (not my strong point) and straining to hear what folks were saying against the din and laughter(am also partially deaf in one ear!) Folks, I learned loads about my fellow tweeters – they are amazing networkers, no one seemed afraid of going up to almost-strangers and chatting, and this threw into relief a natural divide in my mind of the group….

  • Those there to meet their new friends in Real Life
  • Those there to network for their Businesses

Now I am definitely in the former group as I still can’t bring myself to think of my one holiday cottage making me a business woman. I suppose i had gone to the event with quite a nieve approach -I was there as me, Liz, no more no less. Please don’t ge time wrong..there is nothing wrong with being there to network and promote your business… I used to work in telesales (stop booing!) and I certainly know as an amateur actress how to sell something, but in my innocence I had thought this was going to be friends meeting friends…it was, but more so. Oh lord, am I making sense? probably not!

What I am trying to say, yes I will get to it, is that I had to try very hard not to fade into my usual stance of being in the background until someone came up to say hello…some great exceptions those who I tweet with outside the club, some who had come so far to be there! Yes you, J! There was no stopping me coming up to you!!


I have realised how much I rely on my Old Man at social functions where I don’t know everyone. I cling, sometimes literally, to him and then when I’m stuck I can always chat to him! I was totally in awe of these people and the ease with which they spoke to eachother. They all made me feel welcome and interesting (thanks for that folks!) and I learned so much there! In fact next week will be spent checking out everyone’s web sites! So be warned!!

I also learned how much I rely on lip reading in noisy situations, and am worried I might have upset one or two by not replying correctly or not being able to hear what they said! If you read this and think it was you, I am really sorry! It was me, not you!! You were amazing!!

I learned of new sites being set up, of how businesses run, of how I could maximise my little cottage, and how hard these guys business, and how important their business are!

I couldn’t believe that 12.30 came around so quickly and the general riffraff were allowed into our special enclosure, slowly people said their goodbyes, more hugs…whole point for me, not that I’m a perve, you understand! No, really, im not! Just v v tactile!! Pics were taken, videos done (am dreading mine!) and I realised I would have to leave otherwise I would never get home to relieve the dog sitter! J, I wish we could have gone out for lunch! Next time I will plan better….that includes so many of those there!

I left, giving a huge, embarrassingly over the top wave to everyone,(but so me!) and emerged onto Oxford Street…mixed feelings then of elevation that I had done it; regreat that I couldn’t stay longer; panic that I’d be late home; but mainly exhaustion!

I took refuge in 02, as you do, and a very sweet child gave me an upgrade for my iPhone, did not patronise me, and sent me on my way a tired happy bunny! Always a pleasure!

Now, before I proof read this to see if I have managed to make sense…stop yelling no!…I want to emphasise how I feel about it all…. I am so grateful to Jayne and Dinah for organising it, to Jayne for getting me to this mental place where I was part of the event, and to everyone there for being wonderful to me and making me feel i belonged there! I feel I must now start looking at myself again…yes, I know, boring, but this is MY blog, remember! I find that I have been hiding behind the labels of wife, mother, career for rather too long. At this event I was not able to do that, although I am a trollyfolly…no, dolly (stupid spell check) although… I was there as me. Was that good enough? And does it really matter?? I enjoyed myself and by the time I got back to the country felt it had gone well. What do I feel this morning?..something has changed! Not too sure what! Do I feel more confident in me? In who I project to the world? Not sure folks….but I definitely feel something….

Ahem! Polite cough, embarrised face, enough introspection, Gal! I will just say that that was one of the most amazing events I have ever been to, and suddenly I think I want to go to more…but as who???

Hm! Proof reading time, and new iPhone play time now!

If you are still here and awake, let me know what you think…politely please!! Am a delicate ego, no really!

Have a wonderful day, be good!


Inconsequential Trifles


Nope, sorry, this page is not about puddings i have known and loved! Just a place to put my odd thoughts, musings down that are not connected to anything else… It will be a very full page!

I am at the mo in sitting in Pain Quotidian, one of my favourite places to stop and blog. You will get to know it well from here. The clientele are various from the business meeting chaps to the very youngest who is giving a running commentary of ahaaahhhaaaa from his high chair, I am sure what he is saying is of vital importance, but at the mo his young parents are intent on eachother. Wonderful to eavesdrop on the baby…wonder what he really is saying? Apart from ” oy, parents, my nappy needs changing!” impressed that the dad has gone to Do the deed!

Architects are showing their AirMacs(?)  to show a client the new offices, or maybe their own! Very impressive! ..Hm, wonder if I could wangle a laptop? No, I have this iPad, and I really can’t see the Old Man putting up with me spending over £1000 on another Apple gadget! Damn!

This is one of those nothing days…I get to potter, doing ironing etc for the flat, finishing the odd DVD I started last time I was here, wandering round or sitting here people watching. I am so lucky to be ale to do this! When did I last tell Him that? Must give him an extra hug tonight when he crawls in from a knackering day after not much sleep last night…from my tossing and turning, and yes, I snored! Maybe it is a good thing I am going to the sleep clinic…another blog page? Or is all of this getting too much??

Time for the cheque I think. Wonder what’s the B&W film on 4 this afternoon? Loads of wonderful old films on at mo, all war related that I remember watching with my dad. Caught her eye, good, ok, closing this….


A few weeks ago I had asked in the 02 shop when I was due an upgrade, and was told the 20th Feb…tomorrow!! Whoopee! So many great things happening tomorrow.

So I just gave 02 a quick call to check that I was ok…blow me( not what I actually want to say!!!) according to a verynice young girl I am not due to get it until,24th, as that is when my contract started! Oh no it didn’t! How do I know? Cos that’s the day my mother died! And I got the iPhone at least a week before that as I lost my old one in Rye! This is all because Carphone Warehouse passed my accouToronto 02.

Actualy I’ve now got my upgrade from 02. Got it straight after the Breakfast Club live event. Love it, but it’s a shame it’s a wee bit smaller than the iPhone 3… Or that my fingers haven’t miraculously become thinner!

I’m just sitting down with a cup of tea before ironing His shirts for the week. Isn’t it funny how being in a different place on a Saturday can really throw you! I keep thinking its either Saturday or Monday, but not Sunday! Weird! And I’ve been thinking how nice it’ll be to be at home for the week, but of course that means I’ll not see Himself for another 4 or 5 days. I’ll say good bye to him tomorrow (Monday) and pick him up on Friday so really it’s only 3days but always feels like 5! On the plus I get the bed to myself, on the down side I’m by myself. Each coin has two sides!