Monthly Archives: August 2014

I’m on me way

Today Is my day. My shifts keep changing around at work so I planned today to sort the house and clean it and do what I wanted. When I got up it was raining, of course its bank holiday. Then I thought even better, lets get the house sorted this morning then this afternoon can be a PJ day and I can sort the blogs and get some reading done.

I also realised I’d only have enough milk for 3 coffees and couldn’t be bothered to go out (first world problems?) I think I’ve drank too much lately, I believe my blood is now made of coffee. probably why my arm is taking a while to heal from accidentally burning my self on a tray.

I keep saying this but 2014 has been very bizarre. Funniest thing is in about two months time I will have been living on my own for four years. FOUR YEARS!!! And its took all that time to actually feel comfortable in my own skin and finally feel like its home. For the past year I have wanted to move and now I feel like I’ve settled I really don’t want to. Even if the house is too big I have everything the way I want it. But I would like to not live in a back to back. lets hope the prices don’t suddenly rocket as I love the space at the moment. (fingers crossed I don’t jinx myself)

So is anyone else having a bizarre year? Anyone treating themselves to a PJ day? If so what do you like to do?

Thank you for reading

p.s. listening to Proclaimers 500 miles



I wrote this

Just clearing out today and now onto the laptop and found this that I wrote from a 2 day writing/radio production course over 18 months ago

Beautiful sunny March morning, the sky is a rich sea blue. Walking up the cobbled streets filled with
quaint little shops, around the corner I suddenly see the Church, tall and proud, with open arms for
everyone and anyone who approaches. This mighty structure, will not judge, will not frown. It’s a
place of sanctuary for every living soul.

Further along the path to the entrance I see people snapping away on their cameras taking pictures,
recording rememorable moments. Walking past them to the church doors, I find something on the
door. It’s the Sanctuary knocker. It is fierce, mighty and important. Its duty is to test the strength of
those seeking sanctuary for all those needing a sense of peace. I try to remember that this building
was once somebody’s vision. This building was someone’s achievement. This building is a gift we all
can share.

Our lives are filled with noise, music, television, people talking, traffic moving, children crying,
headphones raging. It’s hard to take time and sit in silence for a little while. We forget we need a
sense of peace. A sense of togetherness. Funny, how when we walk into a place of worship,
regardless of religion we all become one. We become silent, we become equal. We do not judge, we
do not scorn, we embrace the silence, we embrace the beauty. The power of the building has a hold
on us. It allows us to sit, to kneel, to stand alone or together. Our voices are hushed. We sing a loud
chorus. We stand alone. We stand proud. We stand together.

We should learn from this building and remember we are not alone. It is easy for us to feel like that
and forget we’re only human. We need to come together, not just for Birthdays or Christmas; but
every once in a while just to remember who we are and why we should unite.

Do you wanna be in my gang?

‘D’you wanna be in my gang, a my gang, my gang,’

Well do ya?

The first half of 2014 has been quite a roller-coaster ride. I’m now in my third job of the year. Lets hope this one works out.

I finally got benefits from the job centre after filling in the wrong form to now being told that due to an error in tax code that they didn’t have right I have to pay some back. Hurrah!!!!!

A lesson for the future perhaps, one I didn’t learn the last time I become unemployed either which was to have back up savings. Only problem is my expenses are to high and I’ve cut back the best I can that savings are very scarce. But I have my health, good family and friend support, and of course book club.

Recently my sister bought me the murder she wrote series 1 for the hard work I put in for job hunting and landing a job. not this one another which I turned down due to an advert saying 40 hours only to be a zero hour contract. That is not a way to live.

All companies these days seem to want to offer contracts up to 25 hours but expect you to work up to 40. Then when there is no hours drop you down again. How did it ever come to this?

I know part of it is my fault for having so many bills etc and not being able to take these are taking two jobs at a time like most people do but  all I wanted was something to help me still dot he things I loved. It wasn’t for the want of trying to finally get something. I had  a really bad interview and apparently flexible is not we can allow you to do things its we will give you a week of early s and a week of lates etc also our security guard will take your pass off you before you’ve even reached the bottom of the stairs and the interviewer has said goodbye. bloody charming. Funny thing was I was on the bus home and saw an advert in a shop window, got home and sent CV off two hours later got a call and initial interview for a few days later and hey presto here I am happy as a sandbag watching diagnosis murder and Dick Van Dyke in drag and also playing 5 other characters (his cousins). 😀

Look what I found in a charity shop so cute
Look what I found in a charity shop so cute

 My next big task is to try and finish the on going project of operation move house. I saw at 5am this morning House Doctor and how the house was to big for the couple and they had filled every corner some of it with stuffed animals. Apparently whatever space you are in you fill it, and I have with this and there’s only me. last clear out I got rid of furniture and bags and bags of stuff. There’s at least 7 bags downstairs ready to go. I’m trying to find what’s really important and how I can get rid of two rooms of crap.  Also I need to stop shopping for two people or when I’m hungry, its a bad habit. I’ve now got a full fridge and likely to go out of date before I can eat it. Eyes bigger than my belly.

So count your blessings, save your pennies, take time out to read a book, join a club, speak to friends and family often, lend a hand, sing your heart out and most of all eat cake.

Thank you for reading