Selfie Sunday – Being Mum

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The journey of being mum has at times been a roller coaster ride. It was a job that I never thought I would undertake because I was never the mumsy type. Don’t get me wrong I always liked children, other people’s, you can hand them back you see. I was never a mum that carried tissues in their bag to wipe sticky fingers, I was rubbish at remembering things like PE kits, dentist appointments, my best trick was turning up to appointments on the wrong day, remembering to pick them up after clubs. I was one of those mums as a teacher we hated, sending them in without a coat, not naming their clothes, not turning up for parents evening because I had lost the slip. To be fair I was expecting them both to be in therapy by the time they were teenagers because of the crap mother they had but apparently they seemed to have turned out alright, they say they love me. 

They say they liked the fact I was relaxed not pushy, fun, I didn’t  mollycoddle. I have taught them independents, they grew up able to cook, clean, look after themselves, help other people with no fussing or nagging on my part.  I just let them get on with things and learn by their own mistakes, which believe you me they have made some. 

At times I didn’t want to be a mum anymore, it’s the hardest job going, it’s a role that I wanted to  be better at, I wanted to be an earth mother, Mother Teresa, Mary Poppins, but I am not, I’m just me, doing the best job in the best way that I can! X

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Emergency Survival Kit

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Believe it not, what you see above is everything I carry with me on every shift. I like to have it all with me, most of it in my pockets, it makes me feel human, heres the low down…

  1. Reading glasses – It would be no good if I couldn’t read the addresses I am going to, the meds the patient is on, see the microscopic things in wounds, read my phone, etc.
  2. Sunglasses – Well for a start they make me look cool driving the ambo.
  3. Pens – For the writing on gloves, taping screen, and searching drug addicts pockets.
  4. Gloves – For general touching of everything and everybody, sometimes necessary to double glove.
  5. Scissors – These mothers cut through anything.
  6. Hand sanitiser – Can be also applied right up the forearms after visiting sticky carpet houses.
  7. Hand moisturiser – Which is needed after washing your hands a hundred times, and stripping your hands of any natural oils.
  8. Paracetamol – For the aches and pains after humping the tenth bigger framed person down five flights of stairs, because no large people get ill on the ground floor.
  9. Base makeup – So I don’t end up looking iller than the people I am seeing after a twelve hour shift.
  10. Chewing gum – To add to the coolness, and make my breath smell better at 3am.
  11. Mints – Just incase the gum hasn’t worked.
  12. Notebook – To be honest most of what is in there is spellings, these medical words are tricky fellas to spell you know.
  13. Lip balm – To stop my lips from cracking and falling off at -5 at a roadside of a vomiting teenager.
  14. Eye measuring thingy – Sorry don’t know the proper name, its also good for seeing small head wounds and key code pads.
  15. Eye drops – By 4am my eyeballs feel like they are going to drop out of my head, and my contacts are pieces of grit scrapping the membrane off my eyes.
  16. Eye spray – It wakes me up for a long 6 hour transfer.
  17. Nursey looking watch – This would help me count breaths and heart beats if only I could see the second hand…. refer to number 1
  18. My personalised stethoscope – This makes me feel doctorish, adds credibility that I might know what I am talking about, but it always helps if you have it turned to the right side, which on occasions I have had a slight panic thinking a person has no heart beat, even though they are sat up breathing and talking to me.

I hope you have found a slight bit of interest in what your local emergency person carries in those big green pockets. Keep safe x

Ancestors, hold on to your wigs…

I don’t normally join in the daily post but this one caught my attention.

If one of your late ancestors were to come back from the dead and join you for dinner, what things about your family would this person find the most shocking?

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The list would be endless to make my ancestors run out screaming with horror at the world they had come into and the family it now was!

My personal list would go something like this, try and explain half of this to time traveling stranger… divorce, gay marriage, grandchildren out of wedlock, working a ‘mans’ job, family darkness, to name but a few!

Of cause for me and to most of you nothing about this is shocking because all of this has become the norm now, times change, things move on, people develop. I wonder what it will be like for my family future?

Its one thing I have never been interested in is finding out about pass ghosts, they belong in the pass, I bet they weren’t that innocent either! x

Indulgence

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This is how my new year started, looking after the drunk and injured on New Year’s Eve night, from my temporary emergency treatment area in a old, cold church, where when the clock struck midnight the patient I was with realised it was midnight and proceeded to hug and kiss me.

Once home in the morning, a few hours sleep, still feeling like I had a hangover because I was so tired, I packed, caught a flight to my new year retreat after working all Christmas, I end up here…. Just a tad nicer I think, don’t you!

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Champagne was waiting in our room! Breakfast followed by ice skating, spa treatments, wine cellar tour, swimming, eating, drinking and sleeping! Don’t mind if I do!

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A small part of feels a bit guilty knowing at this very moment my colleagues will be working very hard to keep you all safe and well. But be rest assured I am writing this on the plane journey home and I will be soon back to it, to start all over again!

Cheers, happy new year! X

Do you wanna build a snowman?

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I thought I would drop you all a line, just to let you know I’m still alive!
I have noticed I haven’t blogged for a while, this is for many reasons really, enthusiasm, time, not feeling very interesting, changes, to name a few.

But this morning we woke to it snowing, first time here for four years, and the first time my hairy baby boy has seen it! So I thought I would share some pictures with you, which is what I do best! X

Click on here to see his first reaction!
Do you wanna play?

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2014 in review

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My Week In Photos!

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I thought I would sum my half term week up in the photos that I have taken. I have finally got my camera up and running again. When you move house it does take a while to find the little things that make your life so easy, like chargers, adaptors, memory cards, etc, so with all of them reunited I now have a working camera.

The picture above is of one of the wood walks in Bovey Tracey, Devon, it has been a beautiful week weatherwise, and this next picture will prove that…

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This is Teignmouth, Devon….

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Then we have had Halloween, my OH carved some great pumpkins…

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This one I particularly love…

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Last night our family had a fireworks night in the garden, and it has to be done, making shapes with the sparklers…

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These look like spirits dancing in the night…

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I tried to write my name, you can just make out the n,e,t…

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This is really clear of OHs…

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Last but not least I’m going to spend my Sunday with my boy doing lots of work around the sofa!
Ta ta for now!

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The Prodigal Returns!

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I’m back!….have you missed me?… don’t answer that! What a few months I have had, it goes a bit like this….

After 10 years in the same school, after lots of uming and arring I decided to hand in my notice to persue new adventures, can’t let the grass grow and all that, it was a big emotional wrench, because I loved my teaching job, and had established myself well in the school but what didn’t help was on the day I handed my notice in, I returned home to find out that my landlord had given me notice on my home which I had been living in for 13 years, I had brought my children up in that house, been through a lot of ups and downs there, so losing my job and home in one day was a little bit too much. I was more gutted about the house because that was out of my control and I lived in such a beautiful place. So I spent my summer holidays sorting and packing up my worldly goods, which after so many years it took some sorting, making decisions like, do we take the boys primary school exercises books or not, I let them make that decision!

After fours trailer loads to the tip later we moved. but within all of this I didn’t have a job, because I left without another job to go to, luckily within two days of leaving my last job I was offered a position at a special school, something new for me, but also something I am very excited about I managed to get on to a holding pool to train as a paramedic, something I have always wanted to do, but have never gone for because it was never the right time, but now it is, so two jobs at once, not bad.

I feel very proud of myself because I am a routine, comfort zone kinda girl, so leaving a teaching job with no job, with just blind faith was a big step for me.

This weekend has been the first weekend I have had to chill for long time, I used to also teach at weekends, but part of my change I also gave all that up too, that I had been doing for 18 years, it is strange having a two day weekend, but I could get used to it.

As you can see I haven’t had a lot of time to think about blogging but I am hoping to get back into the flow of things again.

Ok, back to the photo challenge, this was taken at night, so I thought I might get way with it! It also describes for me how this last two months have been, a bit swirly! X

Writing 101 – Size Matters

This challenge I found interesting, to describe where you lived at the age of twelve. Well I have started to write about this on the page St Trinians with a slash of Hogwarts
At the age of twelve my home was a boarding school, and I wanted to write about it because the experience effected me deeply. So this is the beginning of it….

I thought I would share with you my experience of secondary school because I think I’m safe to say that my adventure was different to most people. Just imagine a place that was a mixture of the fun and excitement of St Trinians, the mystery of Hogwarts, and the incarceration of prison, that was the place where I was sent. I say sent, I went willingly, but I think it was not ‘what it said on the tin’, or the picture that was sold to me. I went because I was told that I would have to give up my dancing when I go to secondary, bearing in mind I was dancing every single day, it was my life, so yes I would have done anything to continue. It sounded like heaven dancing, singing, music and drama all day and weekends, even better, all of this and with no parents. What more could a you want?

The process to get into the school was rigorous, even to get an interview at the school, photos, and letters needed to be completed before you set a toe on the grounds. The audition day was jam packed with, a singing, dancing, drama, and academic tests. There seemed to me that there was hundreds of hopefuls going for a place at this prestigious school, that I did not think there was a hope in hell that a young naive farmer girl like me would never be good enough for a place like this. The only thing that I thought had going for me was when the head teacher was interviewing me in front if a panel of five, and a room full of peers, worst than the x factor, was she asked what my father did for a living, I said a farmer, her eyes lit up. Maybe she thought oh this one will be alright because her dad owns land, he will be able to pay the fees.

And so that day came and went and we played the waiting game for the letter to arrive to give us the verdict, is she in or is she out? Well she was in and the excitement of this new adventure was just great at the time. I could boost to children of where I was going, which I relished in because up till now I had just been there in the background not really good at anything no one really noticing me, but oh they took noticed now, especially my dancing chums, because some of them had tried to get into a school like this and couldn’t or their parents could not afford the fees. I was in the local paper, which was not hard I suppose, because I would only have to sniff and mother put it in the newspapers. But all in all I was enjoying this new found celebrity statues. Just getting the uniform or should I say uniforms was an adventure in its self. The never ending list arrived for the paraphernalia we needed to have, there was five sets of different uniforms, daily wear, summer uniform, winter uniform, Sunday best uniform and dance uniform, all of this to be purchased from a huge department store in London. So with all this you can imagine my eagerness to get to this magical place was at fever pitch. Little did I know how quickly this would fizzle away.

First day had arrived and after travelling seven hours with large full red trunk in tow, we finally arrived and drove up the gravel driveway. The only way I can describe it is something out of ‘Sense and Sensibility’. Bearing in mind I was looking at this through the eyes of an eleven year old everything looked enormous, the building was majestic, an original Rothschild mansion. The main entrance was over towered by two stone pillars which looked like they were guarding the wooden doors and what was beyond. I was in ore and feeling apprehensive to even getting out of the car. There was what seemed like, hundreds of cars with little wide eyed faces peering out of their car windows, being guided were to park, I had arrived. Were to go now? Walking between the stone guards we went up the staircase and into the lobby area which was floor to ceiling covered in photos of people past, royalty, cups and certificates. Gave them my name and was pointed towards a door. When I walked through the door what I saw to me was just this mystical place, a grand stairway going up, doors, pillars, marble floor, and a huge glass window which the height of the hall looking into a room which was the first dance studio I saw, but this studio was no ordinary dance studio that I had seen before. It was panelled with oak, had gargoyles glaring down at you, two fire places that you could stand in, barres, mirrors, and a grand piano situated in the large bay windows. We were told to put my trunk in the ballet room, which was one of the doors off the hallway. Yet another studio, this one was decorated in pale blue, again had a fire place, barres, mirrors and another grand piano. The room was jammed with trunks all sizes and colours, in joined my red one. What next? We wondered around aimlessly taking in the surroundings found two more studios off the main hallway. One a red room which looked out to the back gardens, where there was tennis courts. A room, which was a ballroom, the grandest room yet. It had a fireplace that had two marble angels either side hovering, glaring over you. The scent of the whole place was dust. There were many clusters of parents with their offspring all doing the same as us, wondering around not quite know what was going to happen next. Then it was indicated that the parents had to leave their blossoms. Now as far as I can remember I could not wait for my parents to leave, not even watching them go it was kind of a ‘ya right then bye’, then they were gone. I wish in hindsight that I had savoured their leaving because this was the last time I was to see them or speak to them for seven weeks. A bit like the doors in ‘porridge’, bang our sentence began.

That was it I was on my own, a new everything. I don’t really remember how I got there but I was shown to my dormitory. It was in another building so walking to it gave me opportunity to get a glimpse at more of my new home. I was taken down a staircase beyond the hallway which brought us to a basement. This looked dark and grey, a contrast to the grandeur of upstairs, the walls concrete and tiled, a rabbit warren of corridors. This must have been where the servants lived and worked when the mansion was owned by the Rothschild’s. We went through and then out a back door into a courtyard. Across and beyond was a building they called the Clockhouse, probably because of the great big clock on top of the building. To the left of the Clockhouse was a conservatory kind of building, which inside has potters wheels, art work, benches, and sculptures. I was taken in through the front door of the Clockhouse and up a sweeping staircase, along a rickety corridor, with many doors along, to a door that was last but one to the end, numbered seven. Here we were my cell, or should I say room. I do not know what I was expecting, you have visions in your head of boarding school dormitories, don’t you, of these large long rooms, with rows of beds either side, a bit hospital like. Well this was not what I was thinking at all, I walked through the door and I saw four beds, four chairs, four chests of drawers and three hard looking pairs of eyes staring at me, in a room smaller than my lounge now. The other three beds had been taken there was one left, I guessed this must be mine then. It was in the corner, behind the door. Just as was just thinking what next, the strangest looking person flung the door open. She was, I would say in her seventies, but I bet she was younger than she looked. She had a humped back, dragon like features and the brightest purple hair I had ever seen. She introduced herself as Mrs Veal in her crackly voice and she was the matron, scary, this was my part time mother, help. She spoke about rules, regulations and I don’t know what. In time I was to learn her catch phrase, ‘I just don’t want to know’, she would say this after she had asked what you were doing, and before you had chance to get your sentence out she without fail would come out with her catch phase. Seriously why did she ask then?

Hair Selfie

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I’m at the hairdressers (Hair Sanctuary, Totnes, Devon) as we speak, or blog, and she was commenting about my photo challenges, which is weird to think that a real person reads my blog! And by that I mean not a person I never met like all of you!

So last time you all wanted to see my purple hair, well here is a selfie of the dye going on and this time I’m having purple strips going through because I was disappointed that last time no one noticed at work so this time I thought I would go more purple!

Also I have never posted from my phone, this is a first never to be repeated!

I just need to say my hairdresser has put up with a lot over the years from me, I’m a very fussy customer and she is always so kind and patient! Baring that in mind, today she had been getting her own back I think by pulling foils out, drowning me, dye down my neck, poking me, the list is endless! Hehe! She said I will be writing about that later!

I think hair is such an important part of peoples personalities, I know it is for me, my mood can be altered if my hair isn’t right! I love going to the hairdressers, its a real tonic! X

Now what?

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At the beginning of February I challenged myself to post something everyday, which for the first time I have actually achieved! So now I have got into the habit of posting everyday I kinda don’t what to stop the momentum.

So now what?

What shall I challenge myself to this month?

I’m sure you have some cool ideas, I would still like to keep to a photo theme.

So answers on a post card please…..or in this modern time in my comments box.

Have a good Sunday! X

Feb Photo Challenge 8 – Dotty

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Went this evening to visit my granddaughter, and my son of cause, he took this picture of her doing her first ballet pose! Obviously takes after her nana! (Still a bit weird saying that)

Her first tooth has just pushed through and is now standing up around the furniture, as you can see!

See you tomorrow! X

Feb Photo Challenge 2 – Happy Birthday Ty

It’s been a year today that Tyler the German Shepard has been living with us! It has gone quickly but it also feels he has always been here. He has fitted very well into our family, I never thought that I would have time for dog in my life but we have managed to make it work without having to leave him for long periods of time, in fact he comes everywhere with me! He loves the car and I brought a car with an extra big boot especially for him, because he is a very big boy, the biggest german Shepard that I have ever seen. That normally the second thing that people say when they meet him, the first being, isn’t he handsome, the second, he is big! We have a good weekly routine between me and my OH to have him and he goes to doggy day care twice a week, training classes once a week and I’m going to start agility at Easter when the weather cheers up!

The things I miss…
Having lie ins, even though I am a morning person, which is just as well, I never like to leave him without going outside longer than 8. I’ve had to start my working day earlier to fit him in for a walk before work! The dark and wet mornings have been a joy! Not!

A clean house, even though I’m not a show house kinda person, you can’t be living on a farm, having a dog brings more mess, more dust, hair on the carpet, muddy paw prints, half chews smelly bones and doggy toys.

Going out for long periods of time and not having to worry that you need to get back for the dog, that is always at the back of your mind when you are a dog owner, how long have you left them.

The things having a dog has brought to my life…

Pure joy, I love having him, in fact my grown up children say I love the dog and treat him better than I do them…. They are probably right!

Exercise, since having him I have lost a stone and a half just because of walking every day. He has about two hours a day!

Comfort, his cuddles are amazing he snuggles right in and sometimes that is really needed!

Security, when he sits proudly by my side I feel safe and reassured, he is very protective of his pack. I walk confidently in dark woods knowing no one is coming near me with him beside me! When walking down the street people give me a wide birth.

Advice I would give if you are thinking of getting a dog…

I wasn’t planning on getting a dog because I didn’t think with working full time it would work but you do make it work if you have a helpful partner and don’t mind spending out on doggy care.

It is expensive having a dog, he eats a lot, treats, toys, training, care, crate, bedding, insurance and the biggest expense vets. So you do need to budget for it.

He chose me I didn’t go out looking for a dog, I saw him out with his breeder one Saturday afternoon and it was love at first sight, he just sat at my feet and looked up at me, then that was it. Really I never thought I would get a German Shepard breed because I was always scared of them after getting bitten by one as a child, but I don’t see that when I look at him.

It is the same commitment having a dog as having another child in the house, they need structure, routines, love, security and consist disipline.

Walking, if you don’t like walking then don’t get a dog. You have to go out everyday come wind, rain, sleet, hail, cold. I have got myself some good warm waterproofs. The mud and rain lately has been getting on my nerves a bit now, roll on the spring and summer! I go out about three times a day, one of those being at least an hour walk. I am lucky I live in the countryside surrounded by fields and woods and I have the moors ten minutes away and beaches.

So now for the pictures…

This is him just before he come to us.

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This is in his first week with us.

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This is one of my many favourite pictures because this is him how he is at home playing.

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In fact, this is my favourite picture of me and my dog!

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And this is him this morning a year on!

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As you

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As you can imagine I could have shown you hundreds of pictures, he has been in woods, on beaches, on the moors, up farms, in a caravan, in a lodge even in a speed boat, so not a bad life, is it? X

Feb Photo Challenge 1 – Glenegles

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I had noticed that my blog is getting neglected so I’m going to try and solve this problem and challenge myself to post a picture or two everyday for the month of February! These pictures are of my trip last … Continue reading

Which Way To Holland?

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Well after nearly a year of waiting, we finally launched our boat for the very first time, all by ourselves! This is our first step, in many, towards working our way up to having a boat which we can retire on and sail the world!

So last year OH brought a little clapped out speed boat with no engine as a ‘keep me out of mischief’ project. And after much standing back and thinking and looking we put it in the water last night and it didn’t sink, and we didn’t fall in, the engine worked, only conking out once because of dirt in the filter.

We went to a quiet slipway to have a practice putting it in and out of the water. For those who have never done that before it is quite a faff! I only broke one nail and had one minor injury so all in all a success I think!

The boat isn’t finished cosmetically yet, it is looking a little like the three wheeler van from ‘Only Fools and Horses’ but soon it will be all pretty! The new seats are in, they swivel, but it still needs a bit more doing, but it goes, and quite fast too! So we went up the river on a beautiful evening found our way to the pub and went back again, got it out, hooked it up and went home!

Can I just say this is no way any of my doing, it has all been OH, they have worked very hard! I just swanned in at the last minute! Just vision ‘marg’ from the ‘Goodlife’ in all her yellow waterproof, well that’s me!

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Puppy Update!

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I thought I would give you all an update on the progress of my new baby boy!

I have had my new addition now two months and wow they change things. We weren’t even thinking of getting a dog until one day we were out and saw down the aisle of the pet shop a bundle of playful fluff, it was love at first sight. Then the breeder said those immortal words ‘he is for sale’ that was it our world has been turned upside down. Just when I thought I was coming to the end of ‘looking after’ and my children were all grown up and leaving the nest, I end up getting another dependent. Puppies are easier than children mind, you can’t stick them in a crate when they are getting on your nerves, but it is just like having a child in the house again.

He is going to training every week and is doing ok, I do want to have a ‘good boy’ the only time he is not so good is when the cats are about, he is still getting trained to ignore his natural instinct to chase and play.

Even though I grew up on a farm surrounded by dogs and had a dog on my own, I had forgotten how much time they take up. But don’t get me wrong I am absolutely loving having him, in fact I am driving everyone mad because he is all I talk and think about. I never thought I had it in me.

And the award goes to….

Thanks to a fellow blogger who you can visit here they have nominated me for an Liebster Blog Award! How lovely!

So here are my nominations and what you need to do is answer 11 questions, nominate 11 blogs, ask them 11 questions. It is quite a nice way to get to know your fellow bloggers a bit more, I have quite enjoyed it really, even though it is a little time consuming!

http://angloswiss.wordpress.com/

http://theloneshewolf.wordpress.com/

http://thetemenosjournal.com/

http://hecatedemeter.wordpress.com/

http://deborah-bryan.com/

http://rainbowofthought.wordpress.com/

http://limeyfish.com/

http://leannecolephotography.com/

http://lightslant.wordpress.com/

http://mashedpotatoesblog.wordpress.com/

http://jfb57.wordpress.com/

These are the answers to the questions I was asked.

What’s your favourite smell?
Clean laundry.

Where would you like to go if you had an all-expenses paid trip?
Where do I start…. Bora bora, Hong Kong, Thailand, lakes of Italy to name but a few!

What was your favourite book when you were little?
Can’t say I remember doing any reading as a child, I left primary school unable to read, bit special really. Can’t really believe that I am a teacher now. I often think that when the children are doing their work that I have taught them, ‘bet my teachers would have never believed I would be doing this now’ they said I was thick! Anyway I digress, I don’t really read books now either but I do read a lot, if you see what I mean!

Sweet or savoury?
Defiantly savoury, I don’t eat anything sweet.

You have a evening just for you. What do you do?
Sit in a jacuzzi, sipping lager, and there be absolutely silence.

Beach or lake?
Beach, but only in a hot country, not here in cold, wet blighty.

You can only take one thing with you on a desert island… What do you choose?
A knife.

What do you look for in a blog?
It needs to make me either laugh or cry.

One thing you can’t stand.
People who ‘sweat the small stuff’ as I call it. Which means that they worry and moan about things that aren’t really important. Oh and people that moan about things and don’t do anything to change it.

One thing that makes you happy.
This is one thing of many, seeing the children at school have fun and grow in confidence.

You have to give up one thing. What would your biggest sacrifice be?
Earplugs at night, can’t sleep without them!

And here are the new questions for my nominated bloggers!

If you where to be a celebrity for a day, who would you be and why?
What was the last movie, TV show or book that made you cry or tear up?
What’s the worst gift you’ve ever received?
What was your favorite food when you were a child?
What is your favorite body part?
If you could choose to stay a certain age forever, what age would it be?
What story does your family always tell about you?
What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
What was the last movie, TV show or book that made you cry or tear up?
If you could meet anyone, living or dead, who would you meet?
If you could throw any kind of party, what would it be like and what would it be for?

I look forward to reading your answers! Enjoy! X

New family member!

Hey boys and girls!

Just letting you know why I haven’t been about in cyber world for a couple of weeks!

Welcome to our new member of our family ‘Prince Ty’, a 4 month old German Shepard puppy!

We picked him up from his breeder last Saturday and things are just about settling down now. For you that know it is just like having a new child in the house, so I have been knackered. But I think we are getting ourselves together now and into a routine. It does mean I have to get up earlier now to sort doggy out before school. He has been out and about with me to school and with OH to work and he has been very good!

Thanks for dropping by! And I will give him a hug from you! Take care! X

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10 Facts For Free!!

It’s been a long time since I have had a little write on my blog. It’s tricky because I would like to be writing regularly on here but I never seem to have anything interesting to write about! Well what I find interesting anyway.

So I thought I would tell you 10 new things about me that you don’t already know. Just so you can get to know your Queenie a bit more!

1. I have a tattoo (shocking for royalty, I know)
2. I used to do Morris dancing (don’t laugh)
3. I bite my nails (gross)
4. I used to work as a community carer
5. I have had eye operations on both eyes
6. My first public appearance on stage was at the age of 2 and a half (child star, well just pushy parents)
7. My favourite film is Amadeus
8. I have a motorbike (easy rider)
9. I hate robots (weirdo)
10. I want to own a monster truck (monster trucks, monster trucks, monster trucks)

Now I have shared some stuff with you, why don’t you tell me something new about you!