Tuesday, 29 June 2010


I kind of like the idea of those 'diary readings' where people get together and read the most squirmy excerpts of their teenage diaries to each other. I'd have loads to read and share...my whole childhood/teen years where made up of awkward and embarrassing moments and diary entries. Actually, not a lot has changed.

Since I can't get hold of any of my diaries this is going to have to do instead:
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It's worrying that I have to remind myself to be charming. It was when I hoped Lee wouldn't discover my list in my bag that I realized it was probably worth just posting online...'cos it is that sad. This only goes to show that I have too much free time on my hands...further proof of this is:
I totally zen-ed my desk (and my drawer). I also photographed some lovely pastries and a chocolate biscuit shortly before devouring them.

Right. Now I'm going to go:
Start reading a new book
Get dressed (possibly before I start reading)
I've struck a blank 'cos I didn't prepare a list earlier for this evening...



My stat counter was causing me more anguish than delight so I’ve had to make it go away. Obsessive behaviour doesn’t need any encouraging and I clearly have a problem. So I’m fixing it. 

Once. And. For. All.

I feel alarmingly well this morning, despite my obvious failing health. Both mental and physical. Multivitamins, Iron and Fish Oil pills may just save me.

Sunday, 27 June 2010

A walk on the beach

It was the Spanish folks last day on Friday, so we had a small leaving do for them combined with the Spanish match on the telly in Moe's Grill Beer Garden. Once the game was over we headed for Ballymena to spend the night with the parents and get Lee's car fixed up. In the morning, we loaded Benny and Tina into the back of Lee's ma's car and we headed up to the North Coast for a day of lazy walks on the beach and cups of teas in pretty places.
On the beach at Ballycastle. The water wasn't as cold as I'd expected. I love the waves washing up my legs and the spray getting the rest of me.
The obligatory writing in the sand. Ballycastle June...
Ballintoy Harbour
Dunluce Castle
Port Stewart sunshine

Friday, 25 June 2010


So after weeks of wanting to and just not, I went shopping after work. I wasted time in Primark and walked out with one small item before feeling rushed and stressed in H&M and buying nothing. I did, however, stop in at Starbucks and get myself a latte with skimmed milk and sugar free hazelnut syrup. I don’t think I’ve ever bought anything else at Starbucks. Take away coffees are so damn glamorous. And I felt so flippen cool walking along the Lagan with my coffee, Betty Boop top and tatty boy bag. I wonder when I’ll grow up and get a sensible handbag.

Tuesday, 22 June 2010


Days like these always remind me of those sunny days when I was a kid and brown and skinny and blonde.  And those days spent at Eastgate and the excitement of the bigger cd stores with the posters and a whole world of undiscovered music and everything was just amazing. Even, just hanging around the streets near my house or friends back yards, sunning ourselves and sneezing and wishing the days away making ‘music videos’ and plans and being self conscious.
But I often think of these days. Cape Town, the sea, Yvonne and my ma and pa. My doll and that Yvonne's was so much nicer. I loved that coat with the big wooden buttons. Marbles and Lego and Plasticine. Shrinky-dinks and cartoons in Afrikaans.

Saturday, 19 June 2010


After waking up at two in pain and tearing the apartment apart in a panic looking for the pain pills and a hot water bottle, I fell asleep again...to be woken up five hours later with my alarm not going off and having to rush into the shower to be ready in time for work. We got just past the gates and the whole road was taken up by a Harp lorry offloading in to the Dockers Club and I had to abandon the car and leg it to the station...

I should have known by then to just go back to bed and it'd have been better to actually miss the train, because the moment I walked in to the office it all just fell apart and a stupid thing like my filing set me off, leaving me hiding in the bathroom waiting for my red eyes and puffy face to go down. I'm far too old to be sobbing at work willy nilly.

Kerri took me home and the rest of the day was spent in bed where I slept until Lee came home and we readied ourselves for our wine tasting at Direct Wine Shipments. I put on my pretty and summery (yet still black) dress and sandals, spoke to myself about pulling it together and we went and had an awesome ten minutes sampling some lovely whites. We might have had another awesome hour or so had I not had to move to the side of the room where I went momentarily blind and dramatically fainted in Lee's arms.

I certainly don't do kak days by halves.

The kind DWS man lifted me into a chair once I'd come round and moved me outside by the fire escape and fed me glasses of icy water and generally hovered around, concerned. Lee took me home and tucked me back in to bed. 

And that's where I've stayed ever since. I have no intentions of being anywhere else.

Wednesday, 16 June 2010

A South African themed G.P.O.Y.W...

...Because it's okay to post pictures of yourself on a Wednesday. Especially when you do so patriotically and wrapped in your country's flag.
Also, I'm obviously a bit bored and don't want to sit and actually pay attention to the game. Not when I think of how much better it would be if I was with my husband at the Bok Bar in London, who's probably eating a boerie roll and drinking South African lager as I type. The bastard.

I hate it when he has to go away.

Monday, 14 June 2010


Flapjack's so cool, he gets an entry of his own.
Flapjack belongs to wee James, Craigs little 'un.
The first time we 'met' Flappy, he was in the freezer, hibernating. Anything that spends the better part of the year sleeping in the freezer and can still go whizzing around the carpet is awesome, in my opinion. 

Bafana Bafana, braais and some beers

We were at Belfast's George Best stupidly early on Friday morning for our weekend away in the shire. By ten o'clock we were on our way to Olney and two days of South African themed BBQ (we braaied). We braaied hard! There were three different types of boerwors, chicken flatties, All Gold, Steers Monkey Gland, Cheese Naks, a big SA flag and buckets of beers and boxes of wine...the big wide screen telly was set up outside in a gazebo and garden chairs scattered around on the grass. It all helped to fuel the patriotism I've been feeling of late...
We're going to be spending a lot at the online version of this store!
All Gold...All Gold...tastes real good...
At the pub and rooting for Bafana Bafana
Sword fights - I die convincingly. 
Watching Jonathan Ross in the garden.
We took a two mile walk in the park. Olney is lovely. Newport Pagnell is lovely too. We stopped off there on our way to the airport for a drink and almost ended up missing our flight...for once we were glad for delays!

It's nice to go away, but it's always good to come home, even if it was to an apartment without bread in it and a flat tyre and a mountain of washing and ironing and work the next day. 

Saturday, 5 June 2010

Sittin' on the dock of the bay

Friday after work and this is what I came home to:
Home made peach and cherry sangria, crusty bread, cheese and meats and a big green salad...thank you Aidan.
We made a stop at Matchetts Music in the city centre and Lee chose his set of harmonicas and a beginners guide. 
The Belfast Maritime Festival is on. Ships line parts of the Lagan by Clarendon Dock and Queens Quay and the grassy and bricked bits beside are covered in tents with market stalls and beer gardens. We had a great day sitting outside and munching on Dinky Doughnuts and drinking Pimms. My shoulders are pink and my face browned and I feel content and sleepy and happy.
The Thalassa

Polish beer, a harmonica beginners guide and a husband
Tall drummer boy outside the Clarendon building
Icy Pimms
A pirate!

Clarendon Docks from Queens Quay

Back at home

What a great weekend :)

Thursday, 3 June 2010


I love birthdays...

I was woken up with breakfast in bed and presented with my presents. And at work my desk was strewn with gift bags and cards. 

It was HOT and I was feeling good (insert some Muse here).

The plates of colourful cupcakes were so pretty, but they didn’t last long enough to get a picture of...and this was all I got.
At home I talked my mother-in-laws ear off, showing her albums and small boxes of wedding souvenirs’ and lost track of time until Lee came home laden with KFC and Coke. We fed and said goodbye to his (probably exhausted) ma...swung the couch around to face the telly and watched the over two hour long Doors movie with the leftover chicken and a bottle of birthday wine.

I'm not, however, feeling so good today and keep randomly falling asleep on the couch. I'm just not as young as I used to be...