Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Eleven reasons you should visit my country

Scotland is a beautiful, beautiful place.

The people are friendly and funny (well, most of us are. Some are a bit po faced, just avoid them, they're probably incomers)

The cities have amazing architecture, really good shops, Princes Square in Glasgow is so beautiful.There are masses of galleries/museums and suchlike, most of which are free.

I can tell you good places to go in Glasgow & Edinburgh, special hints and tips on hotels, bars, restaurants, clubs (who am I kidding it's been at least 2 decades since my booty was shook - I can tell you nice places to get cake though) that's never to be sniffed at, cake is very cheering.

We have lovely food and great restaurants. It's not all deep fried mars bars.

I can do good shop porn for you. In George St in Edinburgh there's a Space NK, Jigsaw, LK Bennett and a gorgeous jeweller called Lime Blue in an almost unbroken run. How good is that?

You are allowed to go round peoples houses on a Sunday afternoon in open house sale viewing. I always go to very posh places in the New Town and pretend I'm moving back. I love a good nosey round someones house. What? like I didn't sell 3 houses in Edinburgh and have nosey people coming round to look at my house? I'm entitled

A rugby match at Murrayfield with drinking after is a not too shabby way to spend an afternoon.

If there's rugby, there'll be kilts, men in kilts are so sexy, are you needing some kilt porn to entice you? May I present for your delectation... Chris Cusiter

You'd be disappointed if he didn't make an appearance, wouldn't you?

If you want to do outdoorsy type stuff, you can go walking, climbing, fishing, skiing, hitting a ball with a stick (I believe you Y chromosone people call it golf?) You can even do surfing (that might be a wee bit chilly)

We have beautiful beaches, shut up, we do so


Come visit, you'll love it

Happy St Andrews Day

Sunday, 28 November 2010

Eleven things I'd like for Christmas

I love Christmas. I love it with a passion. I love it with childlike enthusiasm, I love the laying around in your jammies, eating and drinking and watching Love Actually and Elf on a loop. I love the happiness, the decorations, the smell of my Christmas candles.

And I love presents.

I am going to put false modesty aside, I am shit hot at buying presents for my loved ones. My offspring will mention something in passing and I will search for hours to get it. I will be on red alert watching the things people pick up and look longingly at and I will drive back to buy it. I will wrap it beautifully, I use ribbon and all sorts of things that cost me too much and aren't strictly necessary. This year I have a Shaker type wrapping thang going on, cotton ribbon in cream and red saying Merry Christmas and red tin hearts bearing cheery festive greetings to tie on.

I give good gift...snort snort, winky face ;)

Now, I am a selfish girl at heart. I love getting presents and my family are crap at them. My friends are exempt, they are good gift givers. Occasionally I have had a man on the go around the festivities and they have varied wildly in the gift giving stakes. The children are totally pants, if it's not for them their can't be arsed gene kicks in. My parents and sister just moan about how difficult to buy for I am and opt out completely. My mother hasn't bought me a present since the 80's and my sister palms off a candle on me. I am fussy about candles, my sister not so much, she buys any old lump of wax with a wick.

Total crap

This year I am thinking of posting a Christmas wish list on my Facebook and you know I will have to share it with you, in case any of my lovely bloggy chums drop big fat hints to the children or win the lottery.

Or both.

See, I told you I was selfish.

Je voudrais (sounds so much nicer, dontcha think?)

"One day" by David Nicholls. I want a book I can read from start to finish and lose myself in and I really love the idea behind this one.

Some very sexy nail varnish as I want the only bit of me that's not getting fatter by the second to look sleek and svelte and polished. Because we all know I'm not.

A bit of Billy, because watching the great BC with my great BC and hearing them weep with laughter is a pretty fabby way to spend a few hours. Even if people think I'm a bad Mummy for letting my beautiful children watch a sweary man. They live with a sweary mum, I think they'll cope.

Anything by Divine, they've taken over from Fruit and nut toblerones. I know, I couldn't believe it either, I'm a chocolate floozy

You can't have festive without the fizz I get overly excited at the thought of pink champagne, and if that makes me a cultural peasant I don't care, I like girly pink champagne.

My Christmas candle, it really, really smells like Christmas to me, I love it, love it, love it. I start using all of these things from December 1st. My house smells gorgeous.

Fitflop slippers
You know me and my fitflops but now I'm working from home, I really need slippers. They are now a workwear essential, to go with my workwear jammies.

Yes I know it's a grey cardie but it's an M and S grey cardie I feel that 15 grey cardigans is the exact number of grey cardies a middle aged woman of 44 should have. I only have 14, I'm calling middleagedwomanline, I am deprived.

And if we're getting silly and it is Christmas and I have been good...

And we continue in a flight of fancy mode...

How about this bit of Chanel porn for you

It would be rude and disrespectful not to have some Louboutin porn to go with your handbag porn, wouldn't it?

And Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without a little sparkle The black diamonds are just the cut of aunties jib.

Saturday, 27 November 2010

Eleven people I'd like to be for a day

Don't get me wrong, my life is not too shabby but wouldn't it be interesting to just slip on someone else, just for one day.

I'd quite like to try on these lovely people for size...

Sharleen Spiteri

Carrie Bradshaw

Scarlett O'Hara

Brandon Flowers

The Prime Minister

Idina Sackville

Chris Paterson

Billy Connolly


Daphne Du Maurier

Debo Duchess of Devonshire

Your go...

Friday, 26 November 2010

Eleven films I could watch over and over again

Much as I'd love to be sophisticated and cultured, I'm a bit mainstream in my film tastes.

Gregory's Girl - my very favourite movie of all time, it came out just as I was a teenager in a school in Glasgow, it was amazing seeing what my reality was on the big screen.

The English Patient - because Kristin Scott Thomas and Ralph Fiennes are just so in love.

Four Weddings and a Funeral - Hugh Grant, oh I so would

Braveheart - because I'm parochial, we all know that

Love Actually - because it makes me happy and I am a Christmas fanatic.

Sleepless in Seattle - oh the romance thaaang again, my name is auntiegwen and I am a mush junkie

Elf - who could not love Elf?

Cinema Paradiso - so so beautiful

Rocky Horror Picture Show - because I'm just a sweet transvestite (I'm not really)

Grease - more romance but less sickly sweet than some of the others

The Commitments - ooh it makes me laugh out loud, still, even now

Would you like to pop round your aunties and watch a movie? You can bring one or eleven of your own.

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Eleven reasons to be extremely grateful

I have the 3 best children in the world, bar your own of course.

I am loved, boy am I loved. That's incredibly lucky.

I have amazing friends.

I am disgustingly healthy.

I have never known real hardship in my life.

I have freedom of choice (well, if I run it past the children first.)

I am not completely insolvent, more skint in style, well, not real style because I'm a bit peasanty.

I am generally quite happy and with the luxury of a blog, when I'm not, I do a rantie auntie and you lovely people all pop by and cheer me up.

I have a permanent job now, Glory be to God in the highest, it pays a lot more money than before, the colleagues I've met have gone out of their way to be helpful and I love my new boss. I keep thinking of her like she's my friend, because she's lovely. I am extremely grateful for my job.

The Beautiful Parents are only staying for 6 days and not 14, c'mon gimme a break, I love them but 14 days is a looooong time.

I am alive.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Eleven things I should have done

Kept my braces on, settle yourself, on my teeth, have you any clue how much it's going to cost me to have them repaired?

Learned how to enjoy cooking. Oh I can do it, it just bores the bejaysus out of me.

Not had 3 children in 4 years, that may have contributed significantly to my tiredness levels. Which are considerable.

Taught my children to be regular functioning humans, they are as capable now as they were at 4. Yes, I know that is my fault.

Kept my house in Edinburgh and rented it out, it'd be worth shedloads now.

Learned to type properly and not be afeared of technology.

Got an iphone instead of my crackberry

Twitter, I keep thinking I should join in but I just can't be arsed.

Thought slightly more about how much I hate traffic and driving before I accepted a job that necessitated my driving across 5 counties.

Saved some money, not to the detriment of all enjoyment, just a wee bit, for a rainy day.

Had a slightly more planned approach to life, all right, any kind of a plan would be welcome.

Friday, 19 November 2010

Eleven reasons I haven't posted for a week

I am a bad blogger, feel free to berate me, please have my eleven excuses. I have been missing in bloggy action this week because

I started a new job

I have to go and meet people at my new job

This meeting of people takes me to far far away (well, Chesterfield on Wednesday and yesterday long day visiting Gainsborough, Spalding and Boston and I'd never even been to Lincolnshire before yesterday)

I am having to do masses of driving (not really in my skill set but at least I have my own car back)

As I will be doing eleventy squillion miles per year, maybe I should accept the company car I have been offered? The thought of having to work out how much it will cost and the tax implications makes my brain switch off. I have the choice of an Astra or an Astra. The level of my decision making is "does it come in metallic purple?" please decide for me then if it all goes wrong I will blame you.

The meeting of people and the concentrating on the new things and the pretending to be both nice and clever is exhausting.

The children still need feeding and driving places.

The housework fairy is on strike

I am still middle aged and therefore extremely tired

My Beautiful Son and his not as calm as it's been life

And I have been busy with a really lovely and exciting secret thing and as it's in it's early stages I will keep it under wraps a bit longer.

Friday, 12 November 2010

Eleven things I would really like to say

This post contains writing of a rantie auntie nature. There is a lot of swearing in it, even for me. You've been warned.

PS - if you're new here, I am a self confessed passive aggressive with a bit of a martyr complex, I think things, seethe about things and then eventually blog about them. This post is a classic example. There is a whiff of self pity and a dose of the "Poor me's" about it too.

At your own risk.

To the repair garage when they phoned me yesterday
Give me back my fecking car.

I am extremely cross that you have had my car for 10 days now and it's only today you're telling me you're still waiting for paint. The missing part of the paintwork is less than the size of a 10p piece. I hate the Fiesta you have given me, with a passion, I am used to a high car, this is so low, it feels like my arse is on the floor. I start my new job on Monday and I will be doing lots of driving as I have a whole region to cover, I want to do it in my own car. Give me my car back now, you incompetent bunch of "finding wee jobs to do because it's an insurance claim" bastards.

To the insurance company

Would you give yourself peace

Phone calls, claim forms, drawing diagrams, questions that I can't answer - I have no idea how wide the road was, am I meant to go measure it? etc

To my beautiful parents
No, for the love of God, not two weeks

I love you, I do. I think we will all love each other a lot less if you come stay with me for 2 weeks at Christmas. I will have just started my new job and have limited holidays I can take. I am supposed to be working from home, this will be difficult when I have a house full of people. You will need driving around, entertaining and feeding, none of which are in my skill set. I wish to spend what time I have off in my jammies, mainlining Baileys and fruit and nut toblerones. Interspersed with naps. I do not want to be judged on how clean my house is (it won't be), how I only cook 1 meal a fortnight from scratch (I know I'm crap) and I really don't want my tee total mother looking at me like I'm on a slippery slope when I have a 2nd glass of wine with my Christmas dinner (I will need it)

To The Tax Office
Aw fur fucks sake, gimme a break

I understand that it is indeed, again, my fault, that I failed to enclose 1 sheet of my foreign tax return. Again, mea culpa. I am thinking of getting it tattooed on me. The missing sheet, as you so kindly pointed out, was one I didn't need to fill in anyway. So if I didn't need it and it makes no difference, could you just not have printed off one and stuck it in? Would that not have been quicker and kinder, for both of us?

To My Beautiful Eldest Daughter
Stop moaning about having no money and get a job

I understand that this week you have been in placement. I completely empathise that it is tiring to do a full day without a wee nap. I also note that this is the first full week you've put in for 2 years thanks to your study periods in your last 2 years at school. Most of us do this week in and week out. Without complaint (well, much complaint) However, you knew you needed a part time job over the summer holidays and in term time. You have known this for at least 6 months. You have not applied yourself to finding employment. If you showed the same level of enthusiasm as you do to new shoes or partaying, you'd be employed. I am keeping my end of the bargain by driving you back and forth to uni, doing your laundry and ironing and giving you £60 a week to live on so play fair.

To The Beautiful Son

Said through a megaphone. Right in your ear. I have to wake up at 6am to get you up for your paper round. 6am rises make me cranky. More cranky than usual. Personally, I don't need to wake up till 7.30am, on a Saturday I don't have to get up at all. When I get up at 6, I can't get back to sleep. This also makes me cranky. Is there a theme emerging? Set an alarm on one of the many electrical appliances I have provided for your enjoyment, your phone, your telly, your xbox or your ipod. Take your pick.

To my Beautiful Baby Daughter
Because I fecking well said so

I realise that you are 14 and full of fizzing hormones. I understand that you are trying to find your place within school, within your peer group and even within your family. I know you hate your life at present, you are 14, it comes with the spots. Please, for the love of God, do not question every single thing I ask you to do. I have one nerve left and you are tapdancing all over it. You will have to live with me for another 5 years, if you keep this level of confrontation up it will be the most miserable 5 years of my/your/our lives. And I am counting my chronically awful teenage years in that. And mine were fucking miserable.

To my solicitor
Stop with the letters

I understand you gave me an estimate of costs. I understand that we may go over it because my ex and I cannot agree on a financial settlement. But every time you write to me or call me or email me it costs me money. Please don't write to tell me we're still within the estimate or nearly over it.

To the exmrauntiegwens solicitor
Get a grip

Please remember I am a real person, with feelings, no matter what you have heard to the contrary. Please also try and inject a dose of reality into your propositions, the bandying of letters back and forth costs me (and him) money, money I definitely don't have.
When I read that "Mrs auntiegwen and her family frequently holiday at the property in Turkey and our client would be happy for them to purchase his share" I have to resist the urge to hoot with derisory laughter. Are you suggesting I ask The Beautiful Son for some of his paper round or ask Beautiful Baby Daughter to empty her piggy bank? My mortgage in England is, even with my new improved salary, ELEVEN times my annual salary, that's right, eleven. Now what bank is going to lend me thirteen times my salary to buy him out of the holiday home as well? The Bank of Make Believe? The Fairy Godmother of Divorcees Bank? The Bank of Stupid?

To the ex mrauntiegwen
You got me

This could be a whole post in itself. I don't want you to come to my house to see the children on Sunday, that day will be the day of our first date 25 years on. I don't want you there. I can barely bring myself to be civil to you.

I knew when we started negotiating money we wouldn't agree. It is extremely fair of you to give me all the equity in the mortgaged to the hilt house in England. It is also extremely generous of you to give me 60% of the house in Turkey, the one we have been trying and failing for the last 4 years to sell. I wish I had stuck to being "risk averse" as you called me and stopped myself becoming "asset rich, cash poor" but with you having the degree in Financial Services and all those years working in a bank, I took your financial advice.

I understand that legally once your children finish the school term that they are 18 your financial obligation ends.

Legally, not morally.

I understand that legally when your son turns 18 you can stop paying for him.

When that happens, I will be unable to pay the mortgage, because it is ELEVEN times my annual salary. I cannot do that on my own, if I live with someone or remarry before October 2015 the house will have to be sold anyway.

That's fine because as there is only 1 night in the week (Wednesday) that I do not have to drive and collect one of the children from an activity and as they only spend 2 Saturdays a month with you, it's extremely unlikely I would be able to meet and develop a meaningful relationship with anyone anyway. And on those 2 Saturdays a month, I most always have the elder of the children home from uni plus Hot Boy.

What this all means is your younger daughter, the one who is the most vulnerable and volatile of all, will have to move house in the first year of her A levels. I will be unable to afford another property in this area so she will have to leave here, where she has lived since she was 3 and move away from her friends. And that will be devastating for her.

Legally you can do this, you will give me the 10% of your salary the CSA says is fair and you have offered £150 per month spousal maintenance. But that will not mean she can stay in her home till she finishes her A levels. Legal but not moral.

You can explain it to her.

To God
Are you kidding me?

Whatever I did in my last life it must have been bad. I apologize unreservedly for the shit I must have been. Mea fucking culpa.

Monday, 8 November 2010

11 Decisions I really didn't think through properly

A natural born decision maker I am not. As much as I'd love to be one of those people with a plan, I'm really not. I know I'd like to be planning for my future and should know where I'll be in 5 years time but I'd lay money on it, in 5 years time I'll be here. Just bumbling along and reacting to events rather than planning and following through. It seems like my whole life I have done things on a whim or let others decide for me. Sometimes it's been okay and I've got lucky and other times it's been stupid.

So bright, so rebellious, so couldn't be arsed. It would be the sweetest irony for my teachers, if they could have seen me in my classroom, 20 odd years later dealing with the new updated 21st century version of me. I could not wait to leave and get into the real world and it was a crap decision. I should have stayed on and studied and went to uni, like they told me. Instead I left and worked as a telephonist in a solicitors office. Stupid.

Nursing College
Never ever had a notion of being a nurse but my boyfriend, (at the time), had a lovely sister who was a nurse. It sounded interesting and she encouraged me heavily. So she got me the forms and I went for the interview and they took me. None of my family thought I'd be any good as squeamish is my middle name but I remember thinking I'll get through this and I'll qualify. I was actually a really good nurse, I did it for 15 years and I found I was good at looking after people, it was my first experience of being caring. Definitely got lucky on that decision.

Moving to Edinburgh
I was 21 and the ex mrauntiegwen (who was my boyfriend then) got 10 days notice that the bank he worked for were moving him to Edinburgh. In those days you signed a contract saying you'd work anywhere in the country for them, my mate The Edge ended up in Orkney, which may not have been his first choice of locations when he was in his 20's. Did I stop and think "Do I want to leave Glasgow and my family and friends, my job, my life?" nope, I didn't, just looked for a job in Edinburgh and went 7 weeks after he did. Fortunately I loved Edinburgh, made friends, bought 3 houses (not all at once), had 3 children and lived there for 13 years. Another got lucky.

Getting married
I was 3 weeks shy of being 22, what was I thinking? Actually I wasn't, at all. We'd been together 3 years, I'd moved through to Edinburgh, we bought a flat, we got married. Even if someone had questioned my decision, would I have listened? Nope, probably not. Would I want my daughters to get married at that age? Hell to the no. Was that a stupid or got lucky? Jury's still out.

Having children
I had children because I loved babies. I had no experience of children at all, I knew nothing about bringing up children. I adored being at home with them and squishing them and us all being snuggly together, so I kept on having them. I didn't even think that it might be less enjoyable when they stopped being babies and turned into people with their own opinions and likes and dislikes. Also, I didn't really think through the practicalities of having 3 children in 4 an a half years or the expense of it, especially now with 3 teenagers. But of all the non decisions I've made, easily my best - being their Mummy has been the best bit of my life. A big huge got lucky

Moving to England
The ex mrauntiegwen got offered a job in not the most exciting place in England. He decided it was the right one for him. That decision changed everything. My children had to leave behind their stable world and start again in a place where we had never been and we knew no one. The big selling point was that he wouldn't have to do any business travel, he'd be home at teatime every day. That was something I found very handy as previous to that I was often on my own Mon to Fri with 3 kids all under 7, this had been going on for about 5 years then. There were very few weeks when he wasn't away at least 1 or 2 nights a week. He lasted 18 months there and the job he then took, gave him a 3 hour daily commute and at least 2 nights per week away again, missing all the taking to schools and most teatimes and bath times. Do you think that was a hint? I never wanted to leave Edinburgh and I have no idea why I felt I wasn't an equal partner in that decision. I have no idea why I didn't refuse to leave. That was my most stupid decision of my life. Also financially stupid, if I'd stayed at home all my children would have their tuition fees paid, I have 3 children, we might be talking about 70 grand's worth of tuition. SO VERY FECKIN STUPID in capitals for emphasis.

Another non decision, when BBD started playgroup here in England, I volunteered both there and at school to help the children settle. Playgroup asked me to cover for sick leave, I did, they liked me and so did the kids. They created a job for me, so I knew it was less money than nursing but it was school hours and term time only. I had no childcare to pay for and it seemed like a good idea. I went to college in the evening and did an NVQ3 in childcare, I spend loads of time helping others on the course and the tutor asked me if I'd be interested in doing the adult teacher training as they were very short of teachers. Another non decision, go with the flow type of thing. So I re trained as a teacher of adults, had a 2 year stint in a high school and then into the third sector. Just about to start my new job as the Education and Training Officer for the East Midlands, which is a big area for a big charity. Definitely another got lucky.

Going blonde
Now you know that was stupid

Eating chocolate again
4 years ago I gave up chocolate and started running. I weighed 7 and a half stone and was a size 6. I am now into double figures again STUPID STUPID STUPID

My finances
There is no cohesion nor a hint of planning. I should have ISA's and Tessa's and all other girls names money in the bank. I am forty feckin four and I am still living month to month. I know people who have 50 grand in savings. I'm like Carrie except rather than having 50 pairs of fancy shoes I have grey cardigans. My name is auntiegwen and I am addicted to buying cardigans. How boring can I be? and stupid.

Working from home
My new job is home based. How in the name of all that's holy did I think that I would be able to work from home? Me Queen of procrastination? addicted to her jammies and her bed? at home when I'm not out training? will I actually get on and do stuff when I have eleventy million things at home to distract me? And I can only imagine how professional I'll sound to people on the phone when they are trying to speak against the 10 decibel noise of the Beautiful Children fighting about every single feckin thing. Today I am meant to be turning my dining room into an office, again my procrastination beautifully illustrated by my messing around on the internets. Again, stupid.

So due to my passivity I have meandered through making lots of stupid decisions/non decisions. I have no excuse now, I am old enough to know better. Here's hoping the 2nd half of my life is more thought through.

Friday, 5 November 2010

Eleven things I'd like to have a go at

They're running a class in my local high school on Tuesday evenings, apparently it's an exercise that feels like a party. I definitely some of that. I wonder if there will be flirting and drinking too? Anyone want to come with me?

You go in a big inflatable ball and roll down a hill, a bit like being a human hamster. It looks gas fun, The Beautiful Children quite fancy it as well.

I'm gutted that I've never done any music festivals, I feel I'm letting myself down. I love live music, I love being with happy likeminded people but I'm middle aged and don't like mud so I've never done one. I really must have a go before I'm too old.

Yoga and/or Pilates
I still want to go that Pilates in France place. All the people I know who do yoga or pilates are all serene and thin and bendy. I'd quite like to be serene and thin and bendy. As opposed to irritable, chubby and not bendy.

Snowboarding and/or skiing
All my children can ski and board. I could have bought a new car or a fitted kitchen with the money I have spent on my offsprings Alpine pursuits. But I've never had a go, all together now... poor poor auntie.

Building/renovating a House
God, wouldn't that be amazing? To create your own home? To have exactly what you want where you want it? The flaw in this plan is that I have zero DIY skills and I live in a house where if something goes wrong I get a teenage boy to fix it or I adapt around it. I have none of the 4 recessed lighting thingies that work in my kitchen and if the 1 light above the kitchen table goes I will need to buy a lamp. Pitiful isn't it?

Being stylishly dressed and accesorised
Not gonna happen is it? I just don't have the imagination for it. I suspect my can't be arsed gene doesn't help.

A pyschology degree
I know, for nearly 4 years I've been bumping my gums that I'd love to do one. Nothing is stopping me except my can't be arsed gene. D'ya think I could get it removed on the NHS?

A gap year
Is this not the middle of my life? do I not deserve a wee rest from the giddy and exciting whirl of kids, work, laundry, heating up stuff and tidying away stuff that is my very rock n roll existence? My friend Neil aka The Edge went travelling years ago and wrote about his adventures and I always hope I'll be able to do that someday too. Obviously not as well as The Edge did, as he pays careful attention to grammar and is always funny, he gets very cross with my spelling, punctuation and grammar. Incidentally, my friend Neil aka The Edge is not in U2, his band is way cooler and currently wowing the good people of central Scotland with their "No sleep till Horlicks" tour.

I am truly, truly dreadful but it's a talent I dearly wish I possesed. Is it possible to teach anyone, no matter how bad, to sing? Scratch that, you know my can't be arsed gene would be working overtime.

David Tennant

Monday, 1 November 2010


After spending a lovely 10 days at The Beautiful House I have been home for 6 days and I still haven't properly unpacked, my house is a tip and I'm freezing and knackered. So rather than dwell upon the negatives I will focus on the good stuff, see how hard your auntie works at being a happy wee scone?

Please have 11 things (going for 11 posts containing 11 things as it's November and I forgot to do my 10 posts in October) that made your auntie happy in the last week.

Sitting in the sunshine reading and enjoying the moment as I knew I was flying back to the UK and I was fairly sure it was the last sit in the sun moment of my year. The photo is of the view from my terrace. I saw this wooden heart and I had to buy it and hang it there. It really doesn't get much better than this for me.

The ex mr auntiegwen collecting me from the airport and bringing Eldest Beautiful Daughter with him. I have never spent 10 days apart from her before so he made a detour to collect her so I could see her as soon as possible.

I am brown as brown can be, this pleases me muchly. I can't do pale and interesting I just look like death warmed up.

Now that The Beautiful Son is a paperboy, the newsagent has agreed that I can have my Sunday Times delivered. They wouldn't do it before as I only wanted 1 paper per week. So on Sunday I had the unbeknown bliss of reading my Sunday Times in bed, usually I have to get up, get dressed and go to Sainsbury's to buy it. It was utterly heavenly to potter downstairs, collect paper and coffee and straight back to bed. I agree, very easily pleased.

02 sent me a bar of chocolate as a treat. How good is that? It was so lovely, yummy chocolate aptly named Divine, I would even go as far to say it was better than a fruit and nut toblerone.

Hot Boy made dinner for us, no one ever does that.

I did my tax return. I handed it on on Thursday 28th October, 3 days before the deadline. Oh yes, effieciency becomes me, it goes with my grey hair.

Texting my lovely mate on Tuesday night. I am such a bad friend. I never text him but when we do text/speak/spend time together I realise how much I heart him. Also he gets bonus points for keeping in touch with me and for never moaning about how shamefully I neglect him.

I remembered to send my niece's birthday card on time. I also bought her present when I was on holiday and gave it to my mum to take back to Glasmental with her. I am a smug auntie and my sister has nada to complain about till I forget the next niece's birthday in June.

I found out that my first day at my new job is being spent at a hotel, meet at 10.30 am for coffee and then a working lunch. I get overexcited about stuff like that. I know I'm sad but I have always worked in the public sector so classrooms or wards are where I usually spend my first day.

I am going to London for work early December, I heart London, anyone want to come play with auntiegwen?