Tuesday, 29 July 2014

I hate cats.



Dear diary,

This is a sad post. Kind of.

I hate cats. I always have. A fear started in me by my evil cat, Daisy, who would pounce on your feet for no reason whatsoever and scratch/bite them. Or she would allow you to stroke her and be purring, until she decides that she no longer likes you, and then attack you.

She is a nasty one, and a prime example of this is the fact that this afternoon she killed a mummy mouse, and injured and baby one. While the baby one was stumbling round with its right leg trailing behind, she was sunbathing and watching on her back, legs up in the air. Evil. The boys decided to bury the mummy one, which we named Lesley (grave above), and we put the baby one in a tank in a bid to save him. We named him Jazz. Well, I named him Jazz. Mum wanted to name him Stuart, because of Stuart Little (now, if that's not a prime example of plagiarism, I don't know what is!!) and Elliot wanted to name him Fred. I told them it must be a unisex name, because we're only guessing he's a boy, but they're having none of it! 



Update on Jazz, it has been 3 days, and he is doing very well. He's using his back leg! We thought he might died from the shock, but he is a trouper and the cutest little thing! I've missed having a little mouse/gerbil type animal to stare lovingly at. I had two sets of gerbils growing up, and I loved it.

Hopefully he'll be ok.

xx

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Sis-in-law's graduation


Last Friday (July18th) was my sister in law's graduation, so myself, motherdear and the three younger brothers we got up at 6am, hopped in the car, and traveled 4 hours (stopping obviously for the mandatory McDonald's breakfast break) to the beautiful country of Wales, to celebrate with her, her family and the big brother.

We got to see her wear a funny hat and shake a random woman's hand. It was also a lot of fun looking at the other graduates names in the booklet. Some of them were very Welsh and so had many consonants in them. Brilliant.
It was a fun day, and obviously I took many photo's of the day....




After the ceremony, we went to a beautiful park for a picnic, and then we had a walk round a lake. The boys played a little, and the older brother told the younger ones he'd pay them £5 if they could catch a pigeon. It gave us peace and quiet for at least an hour! (He knew they wouldn't be able to, but it was fun watching them try!)










Well done Dr Hannah! xx


Friday, 18 July 2014

A psychopath?


Dear diary,

Sitting in the kitchen, and Oscar (aged 11) exclaims "I'm a psychopath!! Wait, no, that's not the word... I mean... Ummm... What's it called?! Oh yeah... A telepath!"

Nice work Oskie. Probably wouldn't go round shouting that!

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Hole in my nose.


Dear diary,

So. As of this day last week, when I wrote this blogpost (Wednesday 9th July), I can cross out number ten on my bucket list. I got my nose pierced! Yaaayuh! I went with my bestie and we got one each.

We went into town this morning, and we both handed over £20, so a lady could put a plastic stick in our noses, and then replace that plastic stick with a very pretty silver sparkly stud. It was a strange experience; one that I am very happy with, but it hurt so much I don't think I'd get it done again.


Getting my nose pierced: the experience, in numbers.

5 = The dots the lady drew on the side of my nose, because my nervous indecisive self couldn't decide where I wanted the stud, and so it was,
"a little to the left... a little more to the left... a little more... to the right..."

10 = The amount in which it mother trucking hurt when she stabbed me in the nose, 1 being no pain, and 10 being the most pain. Lord help me in childbirth!

1/4 = The amount of salt on a teaspoon to put in an eggcup mixed with water, to sanitise the piercing and wipe away blood that was stuck to my nose.

2 = I was the second to have it done. Kel, the bestie had it done first and assured me it didn't hurt. She's still sticking by that when I said it was superduper painful, but I think she's just mad. Or maybe I'm a wimp. Who knows.

15 out of 15 = How lovely the lady who pierced me was. She was patient, and could tell I was nervous, so was kind and talked me through everything.

55 out of 55 = How funny it was that they leave the stick hanging out of your nose while they get ready to replace it with the stud. I wanted to leave like it.


In other news, I had the bestest lunch ever. A mozzarella and sundried tomato basil salad, which came with butter and crusty bread. I'm a sucker for anything with basil and sundried tomatoes, and any type of cheese, as it goes. Beauuuuuutiful.




LOOK AT ITTTTT. My mouth is watering just thinking about it!

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

The British Tag!

I'm doing a tag!

"What?!" I hear you say, "Bloggers can't do tags"

Well yeah they can, if it's a cool one. This one is a cool one, so there.

It's the British tag, created by Beauty Crush, and as I am British, and I loves being British, I'm doing it and that is that.


Even have a cup of tea, to bring out the british-ness ;)

1. How many cups of tea do you have a day? And how many sugars?
I have around three, but they're not necessarily you're average breakfast tea, oh no. I love my fruit teas as well! I vary between them all. And I have no sugar in any of my teas. I'm sweet enough already! ;)

2. Favourite part of your roast?
Yorkshire Puddings. As well as being the bestest tasting ones, my Nan calls them 'doshier puddings' because she speaks in very broken English, and my Grandad from the other side of my family told me once that the only way to eat them is with your fingers, and I follow that rule to a tee. Although Mum doesn't think so, she still tells me off for doing it now!

3. Favourite dunking biscuit?
Can't beat a good old chocolate hobnob.

4. Favourite quintessentially British past time? 
I remember when I was younger celebrating the golden jubilee in 2002. I was 8, and a party was held at our local Community Centre, and I loved it. Everyone had to come in union jack colours, and because of it Mum let me wear red lipstick, and I felt oh so grown up and glamorous.

5. Favourite word? 
Butthead. Come on! It's the best thing to call someone!

6. Cockney rhyming slang?
I don't understand cockney rhyming slang. I don't know anyone who uses it haha! I know 'cream crackered' = 'knackered' and 'jack jones' = 'on your own'.

7. Favourite sweet?
Skittles. All the darn wayyyyy!

8. What would your pub be called?
The Jolly Laugher. Why not?!

9. No1 British person?
Miranda Hart. She is bare hilare.

10. Fave shop/restaurant?
My favourite shop is Tesco. It has everythinggggggggg!
My favouite restaurant is Pizza Hut. Is that British? I don't know, but it's in this country and I'm loving it.

11. British song that pops into your head?
The first one that came into my head was the national anthem. Not very exciting, but it is British!

12. Marmite?
Love it.

So there it is. Jolly good chaps, cheerio now.

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Worn: Less is more

   

I'm doing a post about fashion. Whaaaaaaaaaat?! I know, I know. But to be honest, I wore this outfit, and I liked it, so I wanted to document it. I think a flowy noodle strapped top, skinny jeans and nude court heels are understated. Being a little top heavy, I find wearing a baggy top covers it up, and the blue in the jeans draws attention to my legs. I have little legs, and so the heels enable them to appear a little longer. I decided to wear a natural face, with false lashes, because I wanted it to look simple, but also have that little bit extra. 

The top and shoes were from New Look, and the jeans H&m.