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‘ Making your way in the world today Takes everything you’ve got.’ #selfcare

When I was young my Dad used to watch Cheers and I gradually learned the theme tune off by heart and it always stuck with me. It has always mean’t something to me to go where I belong as sometimes I’ve felt like I don’t fit. I did a blog recently about it and how the lyrics relate to parkrun.

Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.

Next year marks 20 years of me starting work in retail/customer service, and with only a 6 month break, Customer relations/service is all I really know. It started when I ran out of money with my student loan and I would work two hours before college and at weekends. Then after doing my degree I had a year in a photography job, mainly retail based. I have been in the arts field for 10 years but dealing with the general public. I’m not always good at it but I do love what I do. I love helping people, even if it means they are buying goods, they have bought what they needed.

Over the last few months I haven’t felt like me. I’ve had trouble sleeping, I’ve felt really low,  I’ve not had the energy for most things. I will go work, return home and eat and with in an hour or two I’ve fallen asleep. Take today for example, I was meeting a friend for breakfast, I thought after that I could go to Argos get my pillows, and go home and crash. Instead we were having such a good time we had a wander around Leeds market, then a few other shops, I bought some bookmarks from waterstones, we then went to greggs for a hot chocolate and then to argos as I needed to collect some pillows and he was buying a toilet seat. I saw what he wanted was on offer and suggested I buy one to save him money and hey presto I now have a fish design toilet seat, fitted by myself. Funniest bit was it didn’t fit to start with, then I went online and then reread the instructions and hey presto I have a new toilet seat!!!!

So on the way home another friend, who actually lives a few streets away asked for help with her laptop, I though yeah ok only take an hour, and it would be good for a catch up. Two hours later and we finally crack it and she comes back to mine to pick up so coffee.  While chatting a knock comes to the door, and a young man is stood with an iPad and I say something along the lines of ‘if you want money, I haven’t got any and I don’t want to hand other any info’, however it was the tone that I did it in that made my friend laugh. Apparently not very tactful ‘the old helen is back, hee hee)

Anyway what I realised was, I hadn’t really eaten since the fired breakfast this morning. I had got home and had two bananas, and thought my friend’s problem with the laptop wouldn’t take too long, and I could come home to a toastie. Well of course it didn’t go to plan, and although I didn’t feel like eating, my body quite clearly did and the hunger monster showed its head. It’s funny though, At work, I’ve been trying to eat little and often to keep my energies up even when I haven’t felt like it, and today becuase I was off I really didn’t feel like eating, so perhaps I had over done it and should have eaten more, I just don’t know. But it’s been good. I love Leeds, I love my friends, I love what I have and after getting myself through these last few months, god knows how, I am starting to feel happy again.

I don’t have a lot, I love what I have, and I’m learning things take times and not all things are as important, and hopefully by the end of the year I’ll be back on my feet ready to take on the next big adventure. In the meantime, I have a new toilet seat, 8 new pillows, two mattress toppers, I’ve dropped a dress size, and two bra sizes and I have a warm house. Tomorrow I am definitely doing nothing, well apart from some washing, other than that I am going to flake out on the sofa.

What’s your plans for the weekend?

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Well I never

So I’m trying to make myself feel better, mentally and physically by getting back into exercise with the goal being the Leeds 10k. Not fussed on getting a PB just want to do it as a goal and raise awareness of Cystic Fibrosis.

Then over the weekend I put on FB about one day doing the Great North Run. A post popped up and i had a look. Not thinking I would get in, I filled out a form on Sunday and by Tuesday 2am (I was wide awake from insomnia) I got an email saying. Congratulations you’re in. EEKS


I think it’s an amazing opportunity. I mainly entered for the scenery and whether i walk/run it its an experience, and at the moment i definitely feel life is to short. So 2016 is about raising awareness of Cystic Fibrosis, remembering a good friend and getting fit and healthy.

Wish me Luck

You can sponsor me for the leeds 10k by following the link below. Every little but counts.

Find out more here: #thereasonIrun  

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Why am I so important?

That sounds like a big ego statement, but I promise you it’s not. In recent months I’ve been trying to figure out who I am and what I want, what I want for the next 26ish years before I may or may not retire. After recently discovering (good thing or bad, I’m still not sure) that my vitamin D deficiency will be an ongoing thing for the next 6 months at least and has been at least half of what it should be, I’ve realised I haven’t been well and definitely not myself, whoever that maybe.

At my last Doctor’s appointment with the review of the vitamin D, I told him about my forgetting and how things have improved, and the only way I could describe it is, the feeling of waking up, that I have walked,stepped out of a fog. In some cases I’m seeing what others do in me, the success of LBCPuffins and then in others I still wonder what the fuss is about.

Tomorrow I’m back at work after 5 days and I’ve got that back to school feeling you get after a week off. Simply because I’m wondering if I’m still good enough. I feel so much better, I’ve had catch-up’s with people, read books, walked dogs, topped up my vitamin D with natural sunlight, cried at Billy Elliot, food shopped and cooked from scratch. I now have a freezer full of meals and a cupboard full of essentials. My kitchen has never looked so healthy. However I still managed to put the coffee in the fridge. We can’t all be perfect :p

That’s the first sign that things of changed. The fact that there are no ready meals in the freezer, only home cooked food. The only junk food if it’s classed as that is some pack of biscuits and fizzy pop. Talking about signs on Friday and Saturday I watched some films, mainly cartoon ones, Inside Out, The Princess and the frog,  and hop, along with catching up on the tv series Sleepy Hollow where Ichabod Crane awakes in a different time, or something like that. Anyway in all these viewings, it’s about finding who we are and our places in the world.  This is true for me. Trying to look after number 1 for once and focusing on me, has been quite tricky, proven yesterday when I tried to have some me-time.

Me-time you say? but you live on your own. Yes I know that but when you’re at work and may feel lonely even when  surrounded by people, and yes that’s possible, and yes spending time with friends and family is amazing, it’s great to have company, sometimes we need that time when the house is quiet and you’re focusing on you. Now sometimes I can’t stand the quiet and yesterday after returning from a friend’s I went straight out again for a walk. This happens on occasion, I can’t stand being in the house after being surrounded by people, and if I can’t get out I clean the house or play lots of music or find a distraction. What I find funny about this is I seem to never wash-up and avoid it like the plague when I should really do it  every night.

The thing is, I really, really don’t know what I want, except a year out, a year away from retail and to recover, rediscover and enjoy the sun, even though I was so scared when my good friend said she wanted to move away I felt so selfish and didn’t encourage her, I think we all need to find what’s best for us and do it. I can’t take a year out, not yet, what I need to do is refocus and work out what I can do around work. How I can spend my free time, besides my beautiful book clubs, I need to reopen project Helen and discover the art of healing, forgiving and discovering who I truly am, not Helen the daughter, the second-mother (to my sister), the sister, the friend, but Helen the awesome, amazing person everyone keeps telling me. As I can’t see what they do, and I think it’s about time I did.

I’ll keep you updated on the progress but for now I best go and iron my uniform.

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2015 in review

I haven’t ‘blogged’ much this year, partly due to lack of time and partly due to paranoia because I feel I’ve not been thinking straight. The human mind is such a powerful thing. It can make you function without thinking; it can be your friend or your worst enemy. In the last few months it has felt like a constant battle with a bully.

My memory is temperamental, made worse by stress, and even more so when I think people are playing tricks on me. When I believe that they told me something only for them to deny. Or if I tell someone something, and then the story changes. I keep asking myself is it in my head? Or is this person trying to shift blame? I got into the mentality with some people like I did with my Dad, when he used to be in a mood, I would meet up with people and they have that look (I have it apparently) and warning bells go off and I sense bad mood or negativity, and somehow I repel negativity now, it’s like a bat sense. It just drives me up the wall.

One person told me I started acting strange and then said it was menopause, apparently in a joking manner but, I was so worried it could be serious and it would be my look it was and I would never be able to have children. Not much chance of that at the moment as I really don’t want to be in a relationship right now. Sorting out yourself and taking on another’s emotion is a big no at the moment.

 ‘Dear depression, I love you lots, we’ve been through a lot and you’ve taught me a lot but boy do you mess with my memory. Just found tea in fridge all ready to heat up. You don’t know how delighted I was. One less job to do. love Helen x’

It turns out it wasn’t the depression causing an issue but a vitamin D deficiency – aka a lack of sunlight. I had gone to the Doctor stating what was said above and also asked not to be sectioned as I felt inside I was going slightly loopy to put it blunt. Nothing was good for anyone and I just felt exhausted. To top it off all this started or appeared to start when I stopped eating ready meals and started cooking with fresh foods, it was like my body hated the healthy change. I was completely confused by the change and how low I felt. On top of this the change of weather and low blood pressure just made things worse.

Although everything has appeared to be a struggle this year, especially trying to explain myself, but it only being seen as excuses or whinging, or because people don’t understand it as they don’t have any of these issues. They have their own problems and don’t see why you can’t handle simple everyday tasks like them as it comes natural to them.

My main issue at the moment is paranoia it’s sprung up from nowhere and I’ve ended up with the bachs calms spray again. But as the Doctor said ‘I’m ONLY HUMAN’ and life can be difficult and sometimes it just throws things at you and we need a bit of help.

I hate blood tests but this time I was lucky with the nurse, and not much pain or bruising and the results came back with the all clear for diabetes and any other major issues that could have been the cause, and a simple thing of a vitamin deficiency

‘adults with low vitamin D levels – and that accounts for most of them – may lose their memories and thinking abilities faster than those with normal vitamin D levels

Low vitamin D levels were also associated with significantly more difficulty with remembering general information (semantic memory), seeing the relationship between objects (visuospatial ability) and managing overall thinking processes (executive function).’

At least now I know it’s not linked to stress or age or depression and hopefully in 3 months time we can see a huge improvement and maybe just maybe I’ll be able to remember what happened in a book or I’ll remember why I went into a room, and perhaps I might come out in a town. It’s also a good kick up the backside to get back into running, something I have really missed.

On the plus side for 2015, work is bigger and better. I’ve also learned some new life skills thanks to my friend Kirsty, by being a guinea pig for her course. I can’t thank her enough for her support and all I need to really do now is to put them into practice along with looking over the notes from CBT again and just spend some time practising and working on the vision board and making things happen.

I had my haircut in July/August, I had it cut really short, partly because I needed a change, a massive change, a way to let go of the past, I felt the hiar was so thick it was blocking my view and blocking people seeing me, and I made the right move, I love my new hair, it’s taken a while to get used to how short it is, but it’s the best thing I ever did, and by an amazing hair dresser, after so many years of not getting it right, it’s finally perfect.

The other reason, to get it cut, was that I was constantly asked if I was related to my colleague. it’s really silly I know, but in my head I’ve been struggling with so much that the only way to escape from it was to make a change. To me I am not anyone else, I’m Helen. I’ve tried to not be like my Dad, I’ve tried to do the best I can, yet I’ve always been the one in the shadows, even growing up, and when I try to be me, or try to stand out I’m being constantly compared to others. I just want people to stop. I also want people to communicate properly and to stop getting frustrated because I don’t do things their way or belittle me because ‘I’m different’

Book club is getting bigger and better, when I was just getting a bit worried everything was falling apart the one constant thing apart from friends and family has been book club, granted I’ve struggled to read the books, not because they were bad, mind you one was terrible, but because I couldn’t concentrate or I would read a large chunk of it and not take it in. I would like to thank all the book clubbers who came and who supported the groups and also to Niamh for her little book club.

To all the little people. The ones under 10, who made me feel amazing when I was around. Like my friend’s little girl Kate who has grown so much over the year, and has me in fits of giggles. I love you all.

And to my little sister who calls me at silly-o’clock and changes my accent for the day.

And finally to my Mum. Who has been my biggest supporter. I can’t wait to see you at Christmas and have your amazing food.

“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

To end, if there are any spelling mistakes in my writing it’s because wp took out spellcheck, or have hidden it well.

One final note, I hope you all have a good Christmas and a great new year and thank you for reading my blog.


‘Oh, I’ll get by with a little help from my friends’

It’s midweek and my day off.  A friend told me last week she had a job interview and immediately I decided to help her and make sure she had everything she needed. After last years job swapping I realised I could help. I also got another friend involved and although I got the plans mixed up, everything worked out a treat. I rearranged my office early this morning, had made endless cups of coffee and then we went off for lunch as I forgot to go and get it :).

At the weekend I went up to Hyde Park to volunteer and part of me was worried what to say after not being there for so long and whether I would fail at the task given. I didn’t and in the end I got talking to new runners who weren’t sure how park run went and got thanked later, saying they were so nervous but found everyone including me very friendly and helpful. I realised halfway through token giving that it wasn’t about me at all, it was about the event and making it possible for others do what they needed. Same with book club and world book night.

In a months time it will be 5 years of living alone and being single (on and off). It’s been in the back of mind for ages and wondering what would happen and whether I could face another year. I can and I don’t need to worry. I am in such a better place than last year and the year I moved in. Granted, I still have a lot of work to do, and yes some people find it too long to be single, but it suits me. At this moment, as much as I wanted to get married from a young age, I’ve come to the conclusion it’s not a necessity anymore, it was always about the dress and the party and I can do that anytime. I realise that now. Plus I need this time to grow. Really grow, I feel I’ve been missing for a long time and life is so busy and there’s so much I want to do that I need Hermione Granger’s  time turner.

To start the process I had a haircut. For someone who is not keen on change I decided that my hair was the one thing weighing me down and causing an issue. Nearly always in a pony tale at work, rarely does it last long being down, I decided there was no point just getting a trim. I told no one incase it couldn’t be done or I decided not to do it. But I did and I love it. It’s almost made me invisible (just like when I was young) and the amount of questions about why, and comments of ‘that’s a bit drastic!’ has been phenomenal. My sister thought I had gone on an app and sent a picture but no, I had a hair cut, that’s all.

The next stage will be to clear as much clutter from my life and continue working on my CBT so by 2016 all will have changed again and for the better. I’ve already put the picture frames back up after taking them down last year so if I can do that I can do anything. And I know I can ask for help if I need it.

I did not know its history until now but we used to sing this at junior school as part of our hymns …“>

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‘and asks me the question dreaded by all Singletons. So… how’s your love life?’

The line from one of my favourite films. As I realised that it is only 4 years and 4 months away from my 40th Birthday and I am not where i expected to be, I realise that I don’t need to keep punishing myself. As someone pointed out the other day it is my choice to be single. And it’s true. The reason? I just don’t want to be hurt again.

Recently i have felt like I am just waking up. Waking up to a person who still have struggles, who holds down a job, runs a house, try to have a social life, runs a book club, and last of all tries to be a good Daughter and Sister and friend to the ones I love most.

Instead in some peoples eyes (and yes I should stop listening to what others say and think) I haven’t yet made it. Why? because I haven’t dated in such a long time. All my other achievements are insignificant.

I would like a family, but at the moment, I don’t need anyone else in my life and I feel someone would become dependant on me and it wouldn’t be children. I think taking on other people’s emotions and needs is such a big job these days that the romantic nature of Elizabeth and Darcy will always be a dream. But that’s how I feel. I also believe I have so much work to do on myself, hence project Helen, that I love this time I have to myself and I want to make the most of it. What I would love most is finding the time and money to go up home more regularly and see my Mum and Sister. I just seem to have fallen into some bad habits lately and need to get back to prioritising.

Currently on FB you can see what you did a year ago, and that was working in the coffee shop, I also saw a post where I planning what I was doing this year. Oh how things change. So perhaps it’s time to plan the next 4 years and 4 months and make the most of the rest of my 30’s. I you have any ideas let me know.

In the meantime some pieces from articles found on the web.

‘Don’t feel like a failure; seize the opportunity to find yourself instead. “When you’re in a relationship it’s very hard to see yourself clearly because you’re constantly in response to your partner,” says d’Felice. Whereas when you’re single, you can take stock, learn from your mistakes and work out what you want for the future. “Particularly for women who have been conditioned to be givers rather than takers,” she adds, it’s an opportunity to put ourselves first. “This is not an act of selfishness,” she says. “It’s a very important act of selfhood.”‘ from an article here

an article on fictional singletons here

choices here

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Can I just say….

To all those people who I seem to be annoying lately because…..

  • I haven’t time to meet up
  • I’m still single and not in a relationship as most want
  • I don’t have kids
  • I’m skint
  • I may be a bit odd
  • I have a terrible memory
  • I can get tired quickly on occasions due to developing low blood pressure
  • I have a full time job
  • that i can talk utter gibberish or worry about the stupidest of things
  • I get really nervous about things when i’ve done them for years

That I’m really sorry. The reality is, I am single, more so now by choice as I can’t risk being hurt again, not at this present time.

That yes I have regrets of not being married now and having two children and a lovely house.

That I work full time as I have to pay ALL the bills and keep a roof over my head, therefore some weeks I’m flat broke and yet I still manage to go to book club and get enough money for a drink, but that to me is a necessity where possible.

That after an 8.5 hour shift, i just want to come home to peace and quiet and yes I may surf the web or read a book but that’s my time.

I live on my own and when I do get company I probably do monopolise it because I haven’t had chance to talk to someone but I hope they don’t mind, Some now accept me others use distractions

I am me, I’m starting to learn who that is, one is that I think I’ve had depression for longer than I think and in recent months i’m beginning to realise who I am and what I can and can’t do. One thing seems to be annoying people as they don’t know what is going on and don’t understand how difficult I find things sometimes.

So once again, I’m sorry for being me, sorry for trying to make time for me and not everyone else and I hope you all forgive me.

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Happy 5 year anniversary to me and me

So another year another anniversary. 5 years of being single. There has been brief relationships/dates that unfortunately didn’t work out and I find myself at 35 no hubby, no children and no pets. Just me in a big house with lots of books and crap.

It has only been in the past year and changing jobs 4 times and going through those different experiences that I find that I’m finally waking up as me. That I feel human again. Sounds daft I know, but a few people have mentioned it to. I have always, always tried my best to fit in. At home growing up, there was Dad in his own little world, Mum had to sometimes concentrate on Jane and I would help, but Mum always knew when I was struggling and knew I had a stubborn independent streak, but I always felt I shouldn’t be a burden, not that I was, I don’t think. Then School, I hated comprehensive, going from junior school where we all had our best friends were one big happy group and then we got separated and it was such a scary place I just didn’t fit in at all, especially after I was ill in assembly. I ended up spending most of my school days alone.

College fared better, then I left home and became independent for real. And I think that’s when it makes you think that you don’t need help or that you don’t think you should ask for it. You want to prove you can do it on your own and you don’t want to fail. Similar to when I moved into this house. Again in October it will be 5 years of me and these four walls. I’ve got what I always wanted in a sense, a home, with objects in it, where I can hide away after a long day at work, I’m just not sharing it with anyone that’s all.

“I don’t like to be labeled as lonely just because I am alone.” – Delta Burke


People think that certain goals should be reached by certain, I agree, I thought by now I would have a good career (which I do) 2 kids (don’t have) be married with a house and possibly a dog or two, but sadly I’m not, I’m single, I’m coping with depression, I work full-time and I try to maintain a home (rented), which sometimes isn’t easy. Like I’ve said before, bills aren’t halved, food shopping can be tedious, food goes to waste when you either don’t eat it quick enough or forget its there, and the fairies don’t do the washing up no matter how long you leave the dishes in the sink.

I would like to meet someone, but my heart is still holding me back after all this time, It’s not just people you want to spend the rest of your life with that can break your heart, its friends and family to, and mine seems to have locked itself away for the time being not willing to trust anyone to look after it except me, sounds daft and I can hear you all shouting get over it! move on! I have, I’m still here and living life, but if I did meet anyone they would have to deal with my love of book club and Mr Darcy/Colin Firth and an abundance of other stuff. But especially Mr Darcy – see here

So if someone you know is single, please avoid the dreaded question of ‘how’s your love life?’ because if they had one you’d be the first to know.

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‘I have loved you for a thousand years’

Well what a way to end a week. completely exhausted due to work and varied shifts. Not complaining though as it does give me a bit of freedom if I can organise myself better. Gave myself a telling off and went to a friend’s party, which was bloody amazing. And got £15 unpaid redundancy money from 6 years ago. So I’m quite thankful this week

Today I’m at a friend’s house looking after his dog while He’s away and loving the fact there is a big kitchen, a garden and a very light airy living room. I’ve been out with the dog twice and have loved being out in the open space. Who’d have thought there would be so much green area in a large city. I feel like i’m noticing things more.

I’ve also eaten a load of chocolate mini rolls, think the hormones have kicked in today, and about to eat a large pizza. Really need to rethink my diet. Plus there’s loads of food in my freezer that needs eating. It’s just finding the motivation to cook it. Being on your own can sometimes mean not bothering to cook or clean or even iron. I don’t iron. I used to then someone broke it out of me and now I rarely do.

I’ve been able to read today. I have just sat on the sofa, telly on in the background, dog laid down the side of the sofa and its been so good. I’ve been reading a teenagers guide to stress and I realised i am actually doing the things it says in the book to cope and wished I had had this when I was younger.  I could talk to my Mum, but I wish I was able to find someone else to talk to. I used to bottle it up and then it would all come tumbling out. I still do this sometimes. Mostly in the last couple of years, when I’ve felt like something screaming inside wanting to be heard but not sure how to go about it.

If you’ve read my blog before you’ll know I’ve had issues with certain people of the male variety. One being my Dad, I get so angry when i think about how he used to treat me and how others picked up on this and went the same route. I would always been blamed for something or other and I didn’t need to be in the room. I always felt worthless. I always felt the need to be strong to be hidden, to not make a sound to not cause trouble. My sister went through a period of being ill, no fault of her own, but it would, mean emergency trips to hospital and once or twice I was left alone. My dad for ages wouldn’t go with mum to the doctors or hospital when Jane was ill, but this one time she was really bad and he insisted on going and I just shouted, both go I’ll be ok, and when they had gone I sat on the floor with our dog Keegan and cried (miss him so much, he was our first dog.)

I went to a friend’s yesterday after work, She had planned a party and I went to her last one and it was amazing, met some amazing people and it led to me going to Park Run in Hyde Park where i met even more amazing people and got me back into photography.

I had said during the week when feeling terrible after a 7 hour shift that I wasn’t going to make it but then I saw her in town and i thought i must go. I will only end up sitting on my own at home and what’s the point of that. I’m so glad I did as I went straight from work and got to spend some time with her. We had a good catch up before everyone came and she said, like my Mum that I need to see in myself what others do, how much I can do, what I do for others and what a fab person I am. So that’s my mission. This is my set of goals for next 5 years:

*Spend as much time with friends and family

* Own a car

*Own a house, it must be a lighter house and have a small garden to sit in at the end of a long day

*move house by june next year (rented)

* Run. Possibly do another York 10k

* Spread the word about book club

I know most are material things but I need somewhere that I can chill in on my day off. I really don’t fancy going back into town when I’ve had a busy working week. I just want to lounge about and read books, or clean the house or sort out stuff for book club or learn something new.

So that’s me. I’m starting to feel comfortable in my own skin. What I need to do is to find time for me half an hour a day to reflect on me and who I am and the positive things that are going on right now and what other things that need sorting and when. And to remember to continue my techniques when I get stressed to concentrate on my breathing and if chance to clean, as one day I will run again and that will sort all that out.

Thank you for reading xxx

Happy 2nd blogging birthday to me!!!!

Whoop! two years ago I started this blog, some people haven’t liked what I’ve wrote, some people thought it was about them and it wasn’t (big egos) It’s helped me through good and bad times and I’ve learn’t so much from me writing and reading other blogs to. I just the little community it creates.

2 years!

Things are finally turning around for me. I was beginning to think my 30s were the worst years of my life but its just been a very rocky ride. I don’t know if I’m a better person from it or not but its been interesting.

There’s a thing going round FB that you type into google your name and ‘is a’ and something comes up, I must be doing it wrong as I got my name meaning. see below.

a girl who is awesome in all her ways. she is fly and skilled beyond belief. everyone else is jealous of her good looks.
Dang, look at Helen. Lookin` fly as always.Man, I wish I could be Helen.
A superhuman hero of sorts whose power will increase to include that of time travel after building herself a TARDIS. She just needs to find where she left the plans…oooo shiny…LALALALA!
Doctor Who? Doctor Helen
I have been doing loads of job searching in the last few weeks and had interviews good and bad, learning to ‘sell myself’ that sounds so wrong, has been quite interesting. Who is Helen, what can you offer. I think it finally worked.
In between that I have had a visit up north to see my sister and she gave me 1-3 boxset series of one of my favourite programmes, Murder She Wrote. Always loved it, watched it on my days off from college years ago and recently got back into it thanks to ITV3 at 7pm. Jessica is such an amazing character. since then I had to buy series 8 because one episode is recorded in the house used in the film Psycho by Alfred Hitchcock, or the psycho house as its known.  see more here
While looking for this series I also saw the game for £1 and bought that to. So along with other homework, I will be looking at having a go at finding stuff like Jessica.
This weekend is  a friend’s birthday and I’ve been staying at hers on and off this week looking after her new dogs, initially I was mean’t to be up north with my sister but had a few job interviews and then ended up staying at my friends and meeting these cute little girls. See the pics above, Misty is the black one and I lost her for 10 mins in the house as she was hiding under the desk. Maisy is the older one and loves cuddles. They both have lovely characters even if they have felt a bit poorly lately.
This is me!
This is me!
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