Prunes and Nuts

Mmm...who needs biscuits when you have these to snack on. I DO!!

The Finished Result

Nice though now all I need to sort out is the face under it!

All in the Name of Vanity!

My hair is being re-blonded. I have a cup of tea and a copy of Hello to ease the process.

My Dress Doesn't Fit

Good bewbage though!

Lovely Like A Gremlin!

This is my lovely woollen bag. Lovely But not waterproof. So resting it on a train toilet sink under a sign saying "Automatic Tap" would not be a good idea would it? No. Hence my lovely .. damp bag!

How Annoyed Is He?

Very I'd say. And he showed it by squeaking, burping and biting my ankle when I put him on the floor

Oh My God. Mad Cat Women!

So mad even the cats try to escape

I'm Working!

Really. I am. On the phone. Working!

Yum!

Tinned spag bol on toast topped with egg. Perfect comfort food. Nom!

Have Stick Will Travel

I haven't poked any old people or small dogs with it yet but I did prod something on the pavement to see what it was! It was a leaf.

My Home Office View 2

I suppose you could say this is my desk and chair!

My Home Office

At least the telly is not on...yet!

It's Sunny!

Okay I'm stuck in the office but at least Warren Street is basking in spring like sunshine!

More mugs

My Mug

Side Two

My Mug

Side one

Custard Creams

You know you want them!

Nervous!

Three quarters of am hour until curtain up. The tummy butterflies are starting

The Regina Monologues

So do I look like the first wife of Henry VIII. Or a purple battleship in full sail!

Scenes From My Desk 3

Now I don't play with them...but I do sometimes dress them up as Easter Bunnys or Christmas Fairys. I am a saddo I know that!

Scenes From My Desk 2

Yes I am a Star Trek fan. So?!

Scenes From My Desk 1

Cartoon Corner. A selection of toy, cartoon and video game related stuff. Plus some marmite for those cold and need comfort days

Sleepy Wease is Sleepy

A New Dawn

Now THAT'S what I ball a skip. Full to brimming and a stand out tangerine colour

Ten Minutes to Maidenhead

Slough arrives and the train empties leaving only half done crosswords discarded on seats and luggage racks to remember their presence

Still 10 minutes to Maidenhead. Too short a time to sleep, flick open my book for a few paragraphs, glance up at Burnham, stretch at Taplow, envy the houses by the water as we cross the river then time to collect bags and jackets as Platform 2 slides by and stops.

The Long Road Home

Well it's not really a road. Nor long but short-ish train journey didn't sound so good. As usual I am watching the planes depart and leave Heathrow while my fellow commuters delve into the sudoku and the evening papers. Relaxingly, comfortingly suburban

Wease's Flower Arrangement

My Mother gave me this strange wire thing at New Year - neither she nor I really knew what to do with is and as Mum and Dad's house is uber-cluttered and mine is still progressing happily towards my over-cluttered goal I took it off her hands and finally, having placed it 'artistically' on the old computer table I decided to add some flowers!

Does this now mean I have to start making marmalade, learn to knit and join the WI? Maybe that was my Mother's plan all along...

Wease the Invalid

Woke up this morning feeling like I have a hangover. Now I don't mind hangovers - actually that is totally untrue I hate them but I do like drinking so I tolerate them, grudgingly. However as I didn't have any alcohol yesterday I feel this is very unfair as I haven't enjoyed any pleasure before the pain.

Seems that a combination of lack of sleep and my MS have led to this feeble state and so I have designated myself an invalid for the day and have taken to my, well, not sick-bed more like weary-sofa. Calling occassionally for cups of tea and trying to tempt the cat to come and sit on my head like a some kind of living fur hat.

Now all I need to find is a tartan blanket, a large pair of sunglasses and a turban and my invalid image would be complete ....

Caturday Wear

Saturday morning and I am faced with the usual dilema of what to wear to go to the shops. Now I try not to be vain but sometimes vanity collides with self respect.

You see though I can scrub up quite well I would normally, at the weekend, dress in the style of a mad cat lady, one who inspires tales of fear in young children. Voluminous skirt or baggy trousers, shapeless cardigan, hair piled on the top of my head so it shows the grey underneath the dyed bits and a haggard expression. It's not pleasant but it is comfy.

However meeting a work colleague of Mr.M's a few times during our Sunday shop, with me dressed in the above, I couldn't help but feel, polite and friendly as she was, that she was wondering whether I was indeed his wife or if Mr. M. has brought his elderly and slightly strange mother out for a trip to Sainsburys.

Also there is a part of me that still retains that "OMG what if I see a boy I like" teenage reaction to exiting the house looking anything other than perfect. Though perfect in my teenage years meant shoulder pads, white boots, a studded belt and black nail polish. Of which I have only retained a liking for the latter. And of course glamming oneself up to go out takes time energy and effort of which I have enough of the first, a little of the second but am really on the can't be arsed side of things when it comes to the third.

So, for the moment, I shall just have to hope that the 42 year old version of any of my teenage crushes don't visit Maidenhead on a Saturday morning. Or, if they do, their children leave with stories of the cat hair covered lady sneezing to herself in the make up aisle of Superdrug

Mr. Kippers

Small, furry, mostly disgruntled, sometimes friendly, eater of moths and butterflies and fond of squeaking.

See it and weep!!

Soon it will just be a sad memory, like the macdonald cartons discarded in it, but while it lasted...it was good!! All hail THE SKIP

'Tach-tastic!

Having grown his beard from a play Mr.M decided to try the Porn Star 'tache. Would you accept a stray chip from this man?