Horse's eye, my finger and other such random gubbins

I stuck my finger in a horse's eye today. A total accident but I can't get the squelching sensation out of my head. I really hope he was OK and not in pain.

"Get your freakin' hand away from my eye, lady"

We'd gone for a pub lunch but were early so decided to walk through some horse fields. Only this horse looked playful and I got the fear. I went to pat him, in the hope he would let me leave (he was in the way), he jerked his head towards me and I jabbed him. It felt horrid - like poking a pickled egg - and I felt queasy. He seemed fine and unscathed, but it was still horrid.

I love horses, and used to ride a bit when younger, but they are unpredictable. I remember going in the Shetland pony field near where I live once with KMMMS and we had a tub of blackberries. Error. Huge error. Thirteen little white stumpy ponies went psycho at us for our berries and we were scared. Well I was, KMMMS can speak for herself. So I was a leetle scared today. Poor horse. I named him Hector, one of my fave names.

Anyway, thanks for your lovely comments re the mental day that was yesterday. Today has been better. The husband was here until around 3pm so we finally got a few hours together. Although he is around in the day, he gets up late and I am then usually out with the Prince so we are passing ships.

But we go on hols this week for a fortnight and are really looking forward to it. Time to "just be" as my mum often says.

And I am in desperate need. I am sick of tidying bedrooms several times a day.

The Prince's room. Still to be painted so don't look closely

Oh and he'd weed on his quilted rug so it's in the wash

Oh good lord, she isn't even a teenager yet. There is no hope.

And again don't look too closely.
 It needs decorating and something nice on that wall!
Spot the cherry tree rocking donkey and Russian doll bunting.

Went out on Thursday night to our friends' house. See, I do have friends!!! A lot of them are all out tonight for a mutual friend's 40th but I couldn't get a sitter and the husband is working. But am thankful for a nice Thursday night. We troughed a delish pork casserole, then Jane made a lush rhubarb crumble and much wine was consumed.

The lovely Jane and my husband. (AKA Where's Wally?)

 The kids played in the garden and had a sleepover when they got tired.

Here come the girls...(at 50mph)

The weedy boys were too scared. Two words: Man. Up.

Feeding time at the zoo

 The Princess is a funny one. It was so hot on Friday but she stayed in watching TV and moaning that she was bored. Then it poured with rain. I mean poured. So she decided to go out and play. I do not get her sometimes! She was sodden.

The Prince spent many an hour trying to kiss my friend's baby Annabel...she resisted everytime.

She is soooo playing hard to get now.

 Oh and I bought this odd homemade dress from Barnardo's for £4.99. I thought it would be great for work as we have to wear black (I work once a week in a dental surgery) but when I got it home, I realised it showed ALL my boobs. I mean all of my boob area. Not all my boobs, as if I have three or four. I don't, I just have the regular two.

And even with a vest top underneath it doesn't look right. So alas, I shall return it and selected something else.

Very Fraline Maria don't you think?

And that leaves me to say a farewell. I get back from France in a couple of weeks so will be in touch on our return.

Sick bed

It's Friday night and just for a change, I'm on my own.

BUT, the flipside of that is that I've had two glasses of white wine in my posh crystal wine glass (wedding present, last surviving one), a huge bowl of Pad Thai (of course I didn't make it for god's sake, lovely Mr Waitrose did) and an entire bar of Green & Black's Butterscotch chocolate.

Yes I feel slightly tipsy and everso vaguely vommity, but it was worth it. All enjoyed in front of the last episode of Miranda. And I felt quite emotional at the end, although that could have been the wine.

Today has been manic and fraught but also really good fun. My friend came over for the day. I've been friends with her husband since we were 8 but now she and I am firm friends since they got together. She brought her two kids (boy and girl) over for the day.

The house got trashed with four kids enjoying themselves (including a broken jug, given as a wedding present, but hopefully glue-able) and we had a great time. Yes there was a leaky pooey nappy, a little bit of posset on my sofa bed, mashed up muffins all over the sofa, floor, and rug, tinned spaghetti all over the floor, mashed broccoli all over the floor and mud. But that's motherhood right?

This mum and I laughed about how life has changed. There was a time when she and I once ended up in bed with her husband (just to sleep after a late night fancy dress party, nothing sexual) but he suddenly vomited all the bed and bedding and passed out.

So she and I had to sit in a warm bath together to keep warm as all the other beds in the house were full of drunken people. We'd all dressed as something beginning with "M". I was Minnie the Minx, she was a Mouse, her drunken puking hubby was a Magician. Anyway we were shivering after a while so I wrapped tea towels around myself and fell asleep next to John Malkovich and a Mangle (the latter was an impressive fancy dress outfit, let me tell you).

Anyway, I digress. When I woke up, on the lounge floor - with five tea towels pretending to be a duvet over me - I found myself lying next to a Martian in very tight spandex. Oooh it was a sight to behold. He was rather handsome from what I recall and the spandex was very revealing. "Such fun" as Miranda's mother would say.

Fast forward more than ten years and here we are. No alcohol-induced vomit, no tea towels draped over us to provide warmth, no sharing baths, just a mental mayhem of whirling, swirling kids yelling orders at us.

Talking of tea towels (never thought I would...how dull I've become), I am loving this one from Primark. Very apt.

Cherry tree purchase of the day is this top, £4 (bit pricey but I loved it) from Barnardo's. Cheap label...think it is only from Matalan or something. But it's just what I've been looking for. Yes it's rather unflattering and yes I look pregnant,  but I don't care. It's white and floaty.

Oh and I need to pass the following award on to the following three blogs, the reasons being I totally LOVE them, they are entertaining and they are a little bit different.

http://www.footballersknees.blogspot.com/

http://shabbilyeverafter.blogspot.com

http://wwwcastlescrownscottages.blogspot.com/

Happy weekend one and all. It's nearly midnight. I was meant to be in bed by 10pm after a late night out with friends last night. Yikes...

Hello, me ol' china

Evening all.

Not much to report.

Byeeeeeee......




Ha, as if! Actually it's not been totally boring at all.  I've enjoyed today. It's been so hot and sunny.

Went to the Princess's new school this morning for a parents' meeting. The husband came and it was great, although her new teacher looks about 15. Now I feel old. She looks like Stacey out of Gavin & Stacey. It was all I could do not to say: "Oh Stace, what's occuring?"

The handsome dad came and sat next to me as we all arrived. Sadly he is a little too short for my liking but still handsome (hark at me talking as if I can pick and choose men. And hark at me talking as if I am single). The husband knows I think this dad is handsome. He couldn't care less. He's a very trusting, non jealous man. Thank god. I think he knows after 15 years together that he is the only man for me.

Unless Jon Bon Jovi came in of course. He's on my laminate and the husband accepts it.

Anyway as I got up off the bench we were sitting on (to catch the Prince who was running off during the hour long meeting), the handsome dad nearly fell off his perch.

I think it was my weight that did it, the bench kind of tipped up. It then creaked when I sat back down...you could have heard a pin drop. I doubt he finds me a catch. I also bet he hopes he will never have to catch me, with the sound the bench made when I sat down.

Anyway, when the Prince went down for a nap late morning, I got a huge cushion and took it out in the garden and sunbathed for half an hour. It was bliss. I fell asleep while hearing all the kites flying around and crying out their sound.

Here is my gorgeous treasure from the cherry tree today. An absolute bargain at £8.99 from Oxfam. It will be coming out for all my family afternoon teas. Let them eat cake. Ah I wish Nanny was alive, she would so love this! She would always come over for tea and bring a large coffee and walnut sponge cake and a bunch of bananas. Never sure why she brought the bananas but I was grateful!

I also bought this Fat Face scarf from Barnado's for £1.99. Appalling photo - so blurry but I didn't notice til just now. It is really soft.

Tomorrow I have a lovely friend coming for coffee after the school run for an hour or so and then I am flying out to get some food in (and visit some cherry tree shops) as my parents are coming over in the afternoon and staying for dinner, before driving home with the Princess. They are having her until Sunday morning and always thoroughly spoil her!

I will really miss her and the husband is working all weekend so it will be just me and the Prince. Odd. Bet he won't let me out of his sight.

Today he yelled: "Mum! Muuuuum! Up. Now" and at lunchtime I put his plate of food in front of him and he shook his head and said "Hate hate hate. Away."

God what does he think I am, a slave?!

But I feel wistful at the moment as he always used to call water "gorka". Now he calls it "porter". And I feel I shall never pour him some gorka ever again. Another milestone.