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… no sooner was I back then I was gone again.  The last two months have been very busy, very strange and very stressful and I just haven’t managed to get myself together enough to write.  Facebook may well be playing a part in my lack of blogging, I seem to be addicted

A brief timeline:

Pre-Christmas:  The Yorkshirman develops  man flu a cough.  I develop very little sympathy.

Christmas:  The Yorkshirman’s cough worsens.  I defrost a bit.  He is diabetic and infections can bugger him up so a little more wifely understanding is required.  He is flat out all over Christmas and I run round doing everything despite only recently having recovered from a slight cough nasty chest infection myself.  Everyone is run down and miserable.

Tuesday 30/12:  I get a phone call from work (I was on holiday over Christmas).  My job is at risk of redundancy.  I fly into a panic.

Wednesday 7/1:  I get another lifechanging surprise – a positive pregnancy test!  Oh.  My.  God.   We are delighted but I start to worry that redundancy and pregnancy don’t really mix too well.

Mid Jan:  I start throwing up.  A lot.  I can’t even keep water down.  I’m diagnosed with Hyperemesis Gravidarum, prescribed some anti-emetics and signed off work.

Jan/Feb:  I continue to throw up regularly but manage to keep enough food and fluids down to function, albeit on a fairly basic level.  Very lazy parenting ensues – “Shall we put a DVD on darling?”.  The Yorkshireman continues to cough but is back on his feet.

Wednesday  4/2:  Little’un is referred for squint surgery by her opthalmologist.  The vision in her right eye has improved beyond all recognition but if anything her squint is worse so the time has come to have it corrected.

Tuesday 10/2:  My 35th birthday.   How on earth did I manage to get that old?  I have my booking in appointment with my midwife, who pretends to remember me from my pregnancy with Little’un although it was over five years ago since I was last at this point and it’s obvious to me that she has seen too many people in the intervening time.  It’s all fairly straightforward – even though I moaned a lot and had lots of niggles whilst pregnant last time it was essentially an uncomplicated pregnancy and easy birth.  I manage to keep some chocolate fudge cake down and feel a bit happier.

Mid Feb:  The Yorkshireman develops strained rib muscles having coughed solidly for two months.

Monday 16/2:  The Yorkshireman is told that there are going to be redundancies at his workplace.  He is put under 30 days’ notice.

Tuesday 17/2:  The Yorkshireman coughs whilst bending over a desk and does himself some incredibly painful mischief.  He is admitted to hospital and there is talk of blood clots in lungs and legs.  Thankfully my Mum is here to help me during half term so I can go to hospital with him without having to worry about Little’un. 

Wed 18 – Thu 19/2:  The Yorkshireman spends 36 hours on a medical assesment ward and 24 hours on a general ward waiting for scans and blood test results.  Eventually blood clots are ruled out, he is diagnosed with herniated rib muscles and is sent home with a large pile of Very Good Drugs to help with the pain.

Friday 20/2:  I finally get some good news – my job is safe.  I am yet to find out whether I can continue to work part time or if the new structure means I’ll have to go back to full time hours, but at least I have a job and I’m incredibly relieved.

So that brings us up to date.  The Yorkshireman is much improved but still coughing.  We are waiting for confirmation that his job is safe.  Little’un is a bit nervous about her impending op but is otherwise a happy and bouncy little girl.  I am now 10 weeks pregnant and I’m hanging on in there. 

I may expand on some of the above, and who knows,  I might even manage it within the next few months.


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I’m back!

My computer was broken, and now it is not!

We have been busy – photos and stories to follow 🙂

Assuming, of course, that anyone’s still reading…

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I’ve just spent the last hour watching The Woman Who Stops Traffic.  I’m really annoyed about it.  Annoyed because it seems to have completely missed the point when it comes to sorting out the traffic problems here.

Boston is a small market town miles from anywhere.  It is probably safe to assume that a lot of people who live here don’t work in the town centre and have to travel out of town to work.  Similarly there are a lot of outlying villages and I would also hazard a guess that residents there have to travel a fair distance to work.   I drive through town every day to get to and from work, as does The Yorkshireman.  Neither of us works in Boston town centre and there isn’t any way of getting to where we need to go by public transport.  We don’t want to run two cars, it’s expensive and a pain in the arse but without our cars we would not be able to get to work.

I can see the point of encouraging people out of their cars for short journeys but I would hazard a guess that a lot of people aren’t driving just half a mile.  My theory on why the traffic is so bad here at times is that there are only four routes in and out of the town which often get snarled up at level crossings and the endless traffic lights.  There has been a long standing campaign for a bypass that I have a lot of sympathy with.  There’s also a lot of heavy traffic here as lorries transport veg from Lincolnshire all over the country and into Europe, and vice versa.

Since the programme was made there has been a huge undertaking to sort out the traffic light phasing on the main thoroughfares.  One big roundabout has had its traffic lights switched off permanently and another is undergoing a trial switch-off period.  The traffic flow has massively improved as a result, to the point where even people who only visit Boston once in a while have commented on how much easier it is to get there (yes, it’s true – earthquakes aside not a lot happens around here so traffic flow is a topic of conversation).

Public transport around the town is being improved with new buses ordered and new routes planned.  Buses will be far more frequent meaning that I will be able to get a bus into the town centre without having to wait anything up to two hours for it.  The town centre is actually a walkable distance, about 1½ miles, but to walk there and back with a tired three year old?  In the rain?  When I don’t have three hours to spare?  Knowing that there is likely to be a bus when I need one will make me far more likely to leave the car at home.  That said, I will still have to schlepp a fair way to the bus stop – even the new improved bus routes don’t come that close to where I live.

The people of the town were shown to be… now how can I put this… not exactly open to the idea of change.  I will admit that there is a large element of you’re-not-from-round-here-are-you-we’ve-always-done-it-this-way-and-aren’t-about-to-change-now.  However people’s behaviour is also governed by circumstance, and the general circumstance here is that people generally have to travel 5 miles or more to do whatever they are doing or go wherever they need to go.  There are few or no shops left in the villages.  The majority of the area’s secondary schools are in the town and have geographically large catchment areas.  The majority of workplaces are outside town, off bus routes.  Working hours vary so much as to make car sharing tricky in a lot of cases.

So todays not entirely shocking revelation is… it just goes to show, you can’t believe everything you see on the telly. 

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The Number of the Beast

Shamefully stolen from Radio 5 Live’s Drive programme, during which 666 being the number of the beast came up (although being so amused by the list that I can’t remember why it ever came up in the first place)…

666 is the number of the beast
668 is the number of the next door neighbour of the beast
£665.99 is the RRP of the beast
£55.50 will give you the beast in 12 easy instalments
1010011010 is the binary beast
0.666 is a millibeast

any more for any more?

here are my own – yes The Yorkshireman is away tonight and I am bored…

did you know that the square root of the beast is 29.8069758011279?
that the beast inverted is 0.0015015015?
that the microbiological beast is 6.66×10²?

do feel free to die of boredom join the fun 😀

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Yesterday, unusually for me, I listened to the radio in the middle of the day.  In the morning on my way to work I listen to Chris Moyles on Radio 1- not everyone’s cuppa I know but he makes me laugh and generally makes sure I am a good 95% awake by the time I get to work – and in the evening and at the weekend I listen to Radio 5 Live – I love the blend of news, current affairs, debate, sport, useless facts and humour. 

I’m usually busy doing stuff mid afternoon during the week so I have no idea what is on at that time.  Yesterday found me sitting on a train out of London (after a completely pointless trip to see a customer, a long and dull tale that I won’t bore you with) at a loss at how to entertain myself.  I remembered I had my new MP3 player in my cavernous handbag (oh how I love it, how on earth did I manage without it; oh and Pewari can I have some more recommendations for podcasts please?) and thought I would listen to Radio 1 for a bit and then mess about saving all the various stations into the presets.  Bugger me, but Radio 1 is crap in the middle of the day.  The noise emanating from my earphones was incomprehensible even though I like all kinds of music that a lot of people my age* aren’t necessarily all that fond of.

So I scanned around for something else.  To my delight a I found a Pulp track (Year 2000).  Imagine my shock and horror when it transpired I was listening to Radio 2… and preferring it to Radio 1… [weeps]

Time for a nice tartan travel rug to keep me warm next time I am travelling by train I think.

*using phrases such as “people my age” ages me somewhat as well I reckon.

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Bring it on…

So what happened in 2007?

  • Little’un started wearing glasses, was potty trained, had a visit from the dummy fairy, started talking in complete sentences (and hasn’t stopped since) and has forgotten how to sleep through the night.
  • I was poorly, total of 7 weeks off work this year for two separate ailments (nothing much changes there [double sigh])
  • The Yorkshireman got promoted at work
  • Little’un went to 20ish parties, tying up 20ish weekends [sigh]
  • After both our cars being dented for us in December 2006, we had a dent free 2007 (although there was an incident involving me, an empty fuel tank, a Very Nice Man from the breakdown service and an incredibly expensive gallon of diesel)
  • We went to the Isle of Wight on holiday during the only week of the summer that was largely sunny.
  • Blackpool FC went to Wembley and won
  • Loads of people were beyond delighted when the husband of a virtual stranger finally got the life saving heart transplant he so desperately needed.

And what is going to happen in 2008?

  • My Mum, my littlest brother and someone else who shall remain nameless will have Significant Birthdays.
  • Little’un will go to school in September.
  • I will get healthy. I really, really need to (see above re time off work).
  • I will forge ahead with my greener lifestyle…
  • … but we intend to go on a plane for our holiday this year (sorry).
  • Pewari, BabiesEverywhere and I, with attendant husbands and children, will get together for a meal. Last time it happened BabiesEverywhere had a big bump. That bump is now (counts fingers) 16 months old.
  • The Yorkshireman will spend lots of time abroad and bring back lots of lovely wine and pressies from various parts of the globe [hopeful].

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but I am starting to feel happy about the upcoming festive season so I am going to inflict the WordPress Christmas Theme on you all.  So there.

I find winter really depressing at times, for instance today it is not yet quite light 10.45am which doesn’t bode well for the rest of the day.  It is raining and it is cold.  On days like today I want to hide under the duvet and surf the net all day whilst being delivered hot sweet porridge at regular intervals.  I do love those crispy, bright cold days in which we can go out and play in all the leaves that have fallen, kicking them up in the air and bringing them home to make autumn displays; but if I tried that today I would end up slipping on leaf sludge, going arse over tit and come home with a lot of washing to do.  Where’s the fun in that?

Christmas means that there are extra gloom removing lights everywhere – the town centre looked lovely yesterday when we had a wander round – with holly and berries and sparkly things dotted about.  The Yorkshireman is a rather pragmatic soul and isn’t really into decorations and shininess so I am enjoying the fact that Little’un is now old enough to appreciate it all with me.  We now outnumber him two to one when it comes to family decisions on the presence or absence of shiny things.

I’m not so keen on shopping at this time of year, although on the whole Little’un doesn’t need a buggy any more so it is a little easier to get around, but the crowds annoy me.  Whilst I like places to be busy and have an atmosphere I hate the crushing hordes, recklessly spending for no apparent reason.  We have thought carefully about what to get Little’un – Santa is bringing her things she will actually use – and thankfully we don’t have too many other people to buy for.  We don’t go overboard on food and drink either.  We’ll have a few extra glasses of wine and perhaps some cheese* and pâté and the odd mince pie and of course a lovely roast dinner but we don’t hold the opinion that it is necessary to do enough shopping to last a month just because the shops are closed for a couple of days.

The Yorkshirman and I will both be working over Christmas with just Christmas Day and Boxing Day off.  Assorted relatives will be visiting (the bit I love best) so work days will be easier than usual as Little’un will stay at home.  No morning rush.  No mad dash in the evening.  With any luck, we may even return home to a cooked meal – bliss.

The tree won’t go up for a couple of weeks yet.  My Mum’s birthday is mid-December and it was always a rule in our house that we weren’t allowed to put the decorations up until after her birthday.  She has since admitted that this is nothing to do with keeping her birthday celebrations away from Christmas but a ploy to stop us mithering to have the tree up too early.  A good idea, and a tradition I am happy to continue.

Little’un has been practising hard for her nursery Christmas production and is singing lots of new songs, her favourite being “Twelve Days of Christmas”.  She hasn’t got all the days in the right order but she knows more than I do, although being three she does change some of the lyrics.  Apparently, on the fifth day of Christmas, her true love brought to her, “Five Gold POOOOOOOOOOOOS” [cue hysterical giggling].

So I find Christmas the perfect antidote to the depressing, wet, mildewy English winter.  So please excuse me if I start getting excited a little early.

* which reminds me – must buy the Stilton and Brie now so that they are mature enough to walk by Christmas

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