Daisy and her thoughts

OK folks, that's it.....I am giving up on my thread writing on here for a while.

You never know, I may pop in to your blog and add a comment or 5 if the urge should take me so keep 'em peeled. Then again, I might reincarnate myself as some tall leggy supermodel!

Bon nuit!

So are you a tea or coffee kinda person?

Break times in the staff room are hysterical. There are those who charge in wanting their "fix" of coffee there and then show off if the water heater isn't warm enough. Then the tea drinkers arrive expecting to see a nice hot pot of tea already and waiting for them. If the pot of tea is made then that is the reason the water heater isn't hot enough. Oooh that frustrates them you know. They all stand there muttering about how this is their break time blah, blah, blah!

Recently someone decided everyone at work should go on a healthy eating campaign and got funding from the boss man to have a fully stocked fruit bowl in the staff room for everyone. Great idea but....she didn't think we should be eating cakes and will take the cakes away and hide them from us How stroppy is that!!! Does she not realise we live on cakes and other assorted goodies on a day to day basis. How else would we survive the week!

Trouble is....we have all seen her sneaking bits of cake or eating chocolate when she thinks no one is looking! So, what shall we do? We have had the "lets put Ex-lax out and let her eat that" and "we can rig a camera up and get photographic evidence and confront her with it" comments.

What should we do??

Just got to share these videos with you!
I first saw Duffy on the Jools Holland New Years Eve show and she has gone from strength to strenght!

and....

Fabulous!

Weddings!

2 years ago we were invited along to a distant family members wedding. Not to the actual church affair but to the evening part of the wedding where we all had to buy our own drinks and the food was non-existant! We were sent an invitation clearly stating that they did not want any household items as gifts but would be very happy receiving money towards buying a new home. I was a little taken back to be honest. In my day you got what you were given even if it did mean 3 sets of fish knives and 2 toasters! Hubby told me I was being silly about thinking they were being a tad rude for being so to the point regarding the gift, and we ended up giving money to them as a gift. 2 years late needless to say the couple have split up and I can't say I was surprised.

Now call me old fashioned but.... when we got married some 20 something years ago we paid for more or less everything ourselves and wanted to share with our families and friends our new life and how much we loved each other. Material things never come into it. We just wanted the day to be the most wonderful day and it was just the most fantastic day. Seeing as we are both born and bred Londoners we laid on the most fabulous food and drink for our guests to enjoy including jellied eels and pie and mash. We had well over 300 guests at our wedding and never once were they asked to pay for anything!

The reason for this speaking out aloud from me is to ask what you all think. Londoners tend to work on the "if you can't afford it you don't ask everyone along to the wedding" and to never ask anyone to pay for a thing at a wedding. I have been to some of my relations from different parts of the country where we have been given the first drink then expected to pay for the rest all night but food was laid on. Then there was the wedding that we all ended up in the chip shop as we were all so starving hungry as no food at all was laid on. You should have seen the face of the chip shop owner when we all turned up wearing posh hats and corsages.

What are your views on this as I am really curious!

Easter weekend seems to inspire every DIY addict in the land to rush out and buy planks of wood, paint and heaven only knows what else. Have you seen the queues in B&Q today? Only the brave or very desperate will venture into any of those DIY shops over this weekend if they have any sense.

This weekend I have heard the road come alive with the sound of hammering and drilling. I have also amused myself just watching the cars drive out of B&Q. How on earth do you get those big garden fence panels home in your Clio?? What about the timber decking poking out of the sunroof? Madness!

I will not be joining in with the decorating this weekend. Instead I shall put my feet up and enjoy the break....oh and the snow!! The weatherman says there will be plenty overnight. Lets see if it happens eh!

I am off to try to eat my bodyweight in chocolate.....

Is it just me or does it seem very quiet around here yet again?

Seems even more folk are up and leaving for pastures new. Isn't it sad when some people have put so much into their blogging and have entertained so many and then just up and leave.

Isn't that a Beatles song? Paul must have known something way back then. Do you think he knew Heather would be sent to upset his world?

Well, what can I say about this carry on other than thank goodness it's over....well, unless Heather finds something else to campaign about that is! I would say that Paul has got off lightly after paying Heather just under 25 million squideroonies to get rid of her. What is she on?!?! That speech she gave yesterday that went on and on for about 15 mintues was just plain weird. She does not want the proceedings made public! Really? She does not want B to travel 2nd class! Oh? She does not want B's school made public! If anyone should want to find all this information out out then it's not exactly rocket science is it. How easy would it be to find out! Trust me, I'm no DCI of the Yard but I'm pretty sure it would no problem at all. I wonder what it is our Heather is trying to hide now?

Oh and while I think of it....can someone please tell Paul not to dye his hair that colour anymore. It is so unflattering to him. As you get older Paul, your hair colour gets lighter and that includes dyed hair!

2am - still howling!

3am - still howling!

4am - yep, still howling!

5am - ooh dear, now I want to murder!

6am -

So, you will by now have noticed that the dog never slept all night...and nor did we! He howled and barked all night. I remember nodding off and then sitting upright in bed to see the dog standing on the chest of drawers in the bedroom - twice!! How on earth did he get up there!!! Our dog is so laid back that he slept through the night and probably not noticing a thing. Lucky dog!

So fingers crossed that the dog is so tired after keeping the street awake all night that he will sleeeeeeeeeep for hours tonight!

*yawn*

"Will you look after my little doggie while I go away for a few days?"

Now, this is fine, normally.....we do have a friends doggie who comes to stay once or twice a year but this weeks guest is a new visitor to Chez Daisy. He is the sweetest toy poddle and we thought he'd be no trouble at all.....

He arrived at 8pm tonight with his suitcase of clothes and other associated goodies. How many outfits he has is unbelievable...he even has a dressing gown! Hubby told me in no uncertain terms that no way would he be dressing the dog up to go out for his walkies! I nearly choked on my hot chocolate when he lifted his head and started howling in the funniest little squeak you have ever heard! I laughed so much that I had belly ache....but, it's now midnight and he is still howling Will it go on all night?? OMG, my poor neighbours!! My poor nerves!

I'll keep you posted.....

I have been thinking today about the days of old and how my mum and nan used to do certain things on certain days of the week.

I remember Mondays was always laundry day. They would do the washing, hang it out to dry and then if the weather had been kind they would iron everything. If the weather wasn't kind, and that was more often than not, the house would have damp clothes hanging everywhere. Back in those days people didn't have washing machines and driers. Then something changed. Mum started to do the laundry on a Friday. She would meet up with a friend at the launderette on the corner of the road. They would both sit and natter while the washing whizzed round and round. I would go along as mums friend also had a daughter of my age. If we were lucky we would get a bag of chips while our mums nattered. Oooh I can nearly smell the nostril awakening, mouth watering smell of the vinegar now!

Monday was always cold meat left over from the Sunday roast with mash potatos and veg. Hmmm, yummy! Tuesdays were meat pie. On Wednesday nan would cook us a wonderful casserole. Perhaps liver and bacon or even a lamb stew with pearl barley. Thursday was normally chops or breast of lamb. Fridays, well Fridays was always fish of some description. Nan would cook the most wonderful cod roe or fish cakes. Saturdays were the day that mum went shopping so there was always something really nice to eat. Mince meat and dumplings or meat pie for example. If we were really lucky nan might have sent round a spotty dick or jam roly-poly to have with hot, thick custard.

Sunday, well Sunday was always without fail a roast dinner complete with Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, bread sauce, onion sauce, apple sauce or mint sauce depending on what roast joint we were having. Sunday tea was always at nans. My aunt and her family would arrive and we would all sit down to a lovely spread. Cockles that the kids would get the dubious pleasure of shelling. Sometimes there were meat or fish paste sandwiches. I always laugh now when I think of those paste sandwiches. Horrible things they were! There would always be cucumber sliced very thinly and in a lovely green glass bowl in vinegar along with another matching bowl of beetroot. Celery would stand to attention in a celery jug too! Then the best part was the cakes nan made....ooh now they were to die for. Victoria sponge, fruit cake or even a trifle!

I wish I were back in those carefree and wonderfully happy days now! Somethings don't always change for the better do they. Things have to change and move on but sometimes, just sometimes it's not always how we ever imagined is it? Perhaps I am just reminissing too much and just want to be with all those I love and miss as they are no longer with me.

Life is tough at times!