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Time for a little break I think.

Back to having no opinions whatsoever.

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From Landers

1. Have you ever taken part in a demonstration?
Yeah ... the Poll Tax Rally in Glasgow

2. Is there an issue you'd protest against now?
Probably not ... apathy rules

3. Through-out history there has been an event that has lead to every day at one point or another being called "Bloody." What's the worst day of the week for you?
Wednesday. Dunno why cos I love Pilates.

4. There have actually been eleven Bloody Sunday events around the world, the last one (1972) leading to a song by U2. Which world wide event would you like to see a song written for?
The general revolution that seems to be seeping through the nation, kicking off about MPs, BBC management, Newspaper big wigs getting paid so damn much.

5. The one person I'd like to see in prison is …………………… for the crime of …?
Mad Woman, for the crime of constant harassment. Or Blair, no explanation needed.

Hmm ... so what's been going on around here me then?

Andy arrived last Thursday and we dashed down to the common to catch the fireworks display. I say dashed, I mean limped with me hanging onto him

He'd bought me a stool to use in the kitchen in between stirs when I'm cooking, last time he was here. He carried that stool into town for me. Wee lamb. It was BLISS not having to shift from one foot to the other, holding my back in pain. I rewarded him with a surprise flask of tea and two cups. I know how to live it up, I do.

* Next day my mattress arrived. Woop. Very comfy. Like lying on a great big sponge that thought will have to be replaced.

* Had a run-in with Mad Woman. Andy went to one shop, I went to another, first visiting the hole-in-the-wall. She was on her (usual) bench.

* Mini's PC hard drive fried. He switches it off by the mains when he's stropping. Div. Ex put it in shop and drove into town with us. cuppa in Starbux. P walked in with another friend. It was incredibly funny seeing their expressions at me, Andy and ex sitting there together. *joy*

* Lie woman came to visit on Andy's last day She knew he was here cos we saw her son in town and she no doubt read it on my faceskelp status. Everything she says makes me feel uncomfortable. I suspect her motives for everything. It was bearable cos he was there.

* He loves Jess

and Miaowy

If I think of anything else, I'll let ya know

P.S. Banned from showing his photo *manipulative teary mote*

Ex asked to borrow my hoover today as it can be used like a VAX too. The dog was sick and he needs to wash the carpet. He brought her over in the car.

Poor wee Jess. I am besotted with her. She's a 14 month old liver-coloured English Cocker Spaniel. She'll be a gun dog at some point in the future. When they chose her (ex and Mini) they picked her because she was the calm one. Her sisters were springing around all over the place. She's clever, learns commands fast, but is also a bit stressy just now. She's never been beyond kennels and is finding it all a bit overwhelming.

She hadn't eaten since arriving with them last weekend. They've bought all kinds of foods and they remain opened, un-eaten, wrapped in placky bags. I gave her (processed) chicken slices. She nommed! Woohoo!

Anyway, when he got here he went into the cupboard under the stairs to collect the hoover. Everything in that cupboard is covered in dust. It's foam-backed carpet dust. When we first moved here years ago, we went to a carpet shop and chose a hessian-backed carpet for the stairs. We only had one bike between us so I sauntered off to get the bus. He went back in the shop and changed the carpet order so we got a cheapo foam-backed one!

I suspect that's why he decided to empty the whole cupboard today and clean it out Nice. I'm so so so grateful though. He took everything out, chucked the un-needed boxes in the recycle, whacked the off-cuts of carpet that I keep for no good reason to get rid of all the dust, hoovered and put everything back with a big polythene sheet over it! So tidy

Jess kept going in the cupboard as it was like a wee room. Her own wee room

Damn, concentration going. Am watching Seven Days On The Breadline. feel like crying for that daft lad with the tag on his ankle. And the wee souls saying "Free!" when they get new (and very cheap) shoes that fit

*cough* ... sorry

ANDY'S HERE TOMORROW!

Better go to bed. It's been a long day and we've a school meeting in the morning. Truancy.

*lalala*

P.S. Mattress delivery on Friday. They changed the date. I'm sure we'll manage

OMG

It's .... WAR ... what the fuck did they expect?

Happy Festive Occasion

As seen here

1. Are you superstitious?
Not really, but memories of childhood stories always appear when a standard type is mentioned (Friday 13th, walking under ladders) I rebel.

2. Are you attending or hosting a halloween party this year?
No, I'm a recluse

3. What's your favourite scary movie?
I don't have one, I get too scared

4. Trick or Treat?
Treat, for sure. A weekend in Paris, ta

5. The best Halloween costume is...?
One that took a bit of effort, either home-made by the mum that Jack Dee was on about (complete with 'hover' facility) or a bought one (with added stuff that put you in character

Bleugh!

Woke up this morning and went downstairs. Ewww, the smell of fish! I had king prawn baked things the other day and a prawn risotto last night ... and hadn't washed the dishes yet

No wonder Mini's pal had gone home really early, feeling sick!

The wee yin's dad came to collect him this morning. They were going into town, as was I. P isn't around (we normally 'do' Thursdays) so I decided to go myself.

Had lunch, wandered. Browsed window shopped. Looked for an alarm clock for Mini. The projecting one his dad gave him isn't working, the old one he already had is useless as one of his mates stood on the aerial and broke it off (and the buttons are impossible to press now cos it's old). He gets a crap reception in his room so I ended up considering a digi radio.

Looked at the time on my phone and found a text from Mini's dad. "Do you want lunch?" (except he spelt it wrongly)

Mini was treated well today. A year's Xbox Live, a new game, trainers and gloves!

Ex had to get summat from Argos so drove us up to the industrial estate. There's no way I was paying John Lewis prices for a clock.

Did that and got dropped home. So so so pleased with the clock. Managed to find an extension so I could put the clock and clip-on lamp up on his loft bed

Did a spot of online shopping

Bought a new KS mattress on credit. Airsprung, memory foam topped. Due on 4th of November ... wooooohooooo!

Adios, sore back (I hope)

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I've installed a new widget. Loves it.

Here's what someone described it as ...

Basically the widget works by giving you the opportunity to add your blog URL at the very end, when you have clicked through all the boxes and made all your choices you can either click on the top button to visit a blog (you do not have to put in 2 new choices or your URL each time).
Or, before you click to be taken to a new blog you can enter your blog URL at the bottom, this will automatically add you to the list of possible sites, you do not need to install the widget to be included on the list. But that does of course help more people find it!

The blog that you get forwarded to will be randomly chosen from all those on the database to one that most closely matches the answers you picked.

Cos I'm not great at explaining.

Most of the blogs there are blogger, blogspot or whatever. But if we add our URLs to it, we'll meet loads of new peepo

I'm getting ill again (paranoia)

Taking on board things 2 people have said in separate places and assuming them to be aimed at me. I'm positive they are. But experience says ... this has happened many times before and you were proved wrong.

In the midst of a family problem just now, maybe it's that that's bringing it on? Maybe the stress is making me feel got at? It's no big deal. Let it go. Maybe it's PMT?

I am fucking phenomenal at this

Should I disguise my worries so that when it passes and I'm proved wrong (?) no-one thinks I'm a total fuckwit?

hurty brain

Via Malakeas and Landers

My name is Subville and I will no longer tolerate online stalkers or trolls.

I will not feed their fire by responding to their comments or posts except in three ways:

1. I will choose to delete their offending comment if I can
2. I will ignore their comments/posts on another blog
3. And then, I will move on.

I will not give them blogging space or another thought for there are many other people here that deserve my energy and attention.

May this blogging community regain its blogging spirit and take back this community from stalkers and claim it as their own.

If you believe this as well, then copy and post this on your blog with your user name.

A few years ago, my next-door neighbour had a fall. She ended up in hospital for a few weeks and when she came out she seemed to have shrivelled slightly. She said that she'd thumped the wall a bit, trying to attract attention. I didn't hear her, nor did Mini or the ex.

Tonight I heard an alarm exactly like my phone alarm, ringing and ringing and ringing. For ages. Me & the lad realised it was coming from next door, Audrey's house. I worried a bit. The wee yin did too. We like her, used to have a laugh with her before she went a bit odd with him.

I knocked her front door. No answer. Again. No answer.

Damn. Told Mini I'd have to go to her friend's house. Double damn. Her friend is an awful person. Treats Mini really badly. Talks to him like a lump of shit. Oh well, had to go to her, there was nothing else for it.

I told her and she turned up her nose at me and said she'd come and see. No, I didn't have to wait for her to escort her in the dark. Fine.

10 minutes later she came to my door. "Audrey's fine, she was upstairs making the bed and an alarm clock went off downstairs. She has alzheimers don'choo know?"

Mini pokes his head round my shoulder, concerned.

"You go away, this is nothing to do with you!"

Then Audrey comes up to my door ... "what have I done wrong now? etc."

I tried to explain that I was concerned for her when I heard the alarm going off for ages but ended up feeling like I'd accused her of something.

I don't know what that friend said to her before Audrey saw me

Fuckit. I'm definitely keeping myself to myself, again.

Poor Mini. He looked so deflated after worrying for the auld yin.

* My cold is annoying. It makes my head ache. I don't mind the other bits as much (sore throat, runny nose)

* 'They' can't attack the MPs for doing something they were allowed to do, surely? It's the same as parenting, if you let bad behaviour happen you can't blame the kid for bad behaviour. (I'm guilty of this, maybe most of us are? I dunno) Shouldn't they be picking at the ones who made the rule that allowed them to claim for those unnecessary things on expenses? Did the MPs themselves create the boundaries? Why isn't there someone, with their feet on the ground, making them accountable?

They're giving us this showy display that they're 'doing something' but what they're doing is patently the Wrong Thing.

* I watched When Boris Met Dave. What a shiteous gob of propaganda that was! Not sure which party I detest more.

* Will the Department of Social Security (snigger) have sorted out the bollocks they made of my claim this week?

* Pride is a form of vanity and it does my head in. Although we all feel pleased with ourselves for certain things at times.