Financial faux pas and other disasterous decisions

Trying_to_be_good

Moo - thank you so much for your diary. I've been subscribed for a while, and I love reading it.

You've shamed me into doing my handwashing - not sure if it's been at the bottom of the laundry bin for 6 months or 12, maybe even longer. But no more - now drip drying in the bathroom!

Hollyberry

Hiya Moo

You should definitely be marketed as a tonic - you're doing us all the power of good.

How are the cheeping ones?

moo2moo

Hello All!

Chicks are cheeping away happily and some have already aquired flight feathers. Theres a very strong possibility that the early developers are boys. They seem to aquire wing feathers and tails a few days earlier than the girls. It does look like a 5:3 split though so hopefully thats only three to send to the great slow cooker in the sky. DD1 will be over the moon. She loves Coq au Vin and spent most of last summer giving the boys extra corn rations to make them really tasty. Needless to say the girlls were not best pleased. Wasn't really sure how the DDs were going to take to eating animals we've raised. Surprisingly better than us was the answer. OH and I were the wrong side of sober for the first one. Not helped that we'd named him Dinner. Or that he coughed after my first attempt at termination and wandered off in search of breakfast. Its not as easy to do as it sounds and its rather more complicated when you can't see what you're doing because of the tears pouring down your face. T'was so much easier the second time round after a particularly nasty cockrel had pecked DD2.

I've woken up with a really sore throat coated with sticky goo. A feeling I can liken only to ingestion of trouser snake venom. You don't want to swallow the stuff but its that foul tasting that you really want to get it as far away from your taste buds as fast as is humanly possible but it seems rude to run gagging for the nearest bathroom to spit it out. Once you do swallow it seems to superglue itself to your tonsils and taken an eternity to ooze its way down your throat. Well there ya go. Thats precisely how my throat feels. I've got the mother of all bunged up heads to go with it too. Lemsip is vaguley working so its not all bad.

Plans for today extend as far as moping around feeling sorry for myself until 7am when I'll miraculously transform into SuperMum and get on with the day. If the little darlings know I'm feeling grotty they try to be helpful which makes it sooo much worse. Previous noted attempts at illness have included gifts of coffee granules floating in water retrieved from the dogs bowl and chocolate spread and mustard on toast. Mmmm. Nowt cures you quite as fast as things like that.

makeup

I know it is wrong to laugh at someones misfortune but your description of your sore throat has me laughing in a highly inappropriate fashion for the office!!! :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

I hope you feel better soon!

moo2moo

Won £1 on the free scratchards taking me flying over £10 so have withdrawn that and bought a ticket on todays 1p games spending an entire free 10p in the process. Got several free bet offers via e-mail so I'm working my way through those. Some require five bets before monday on specific markets though so this could take me quite some time.

Having an attack of guilty concience. I cleaned schools holiday club at the end of each week. I didn't do a huge amount as it had already been vacuumed, 45 minutes each time at most. Problem is I've been given £40 for doing this. Morally I can't accept that much money for doing that little especially when I know they barely break even. But I'm not convinced I can hand back the cheque without causing offence.

Tesco_points_addict

I've woken up with a really sore throat coated with sticky goo. A feeling I can liken only to ingestion of trouser snake venom. You don't want to swallow the stuff but its that foul tasting that you really want to get it as far away from your taste buds as fast as is humanly possible but it seems rude to run gagging for the nearest bathroom to spit it out. Once you do swallow it seems to superglue itself to your tonsils and taken an eternity to ooze its way down your throat. Well there ya go.

:rotfl:
That has to be the funniest thing I have EVER read:rotfl: You really should do stand up!!:D

moo2moo

You'd be so disappointed if you met me in person TPA. I'm far too shy to do things in public. I'm one of lifes lurkers but I do have the odd bolshy moment.

Hvae finished the last of a series of 5 bets to complete last weeks sign up requirements and qualify for an extra £18 credit. Have also placed another free bet for a further £8 profit. Still waiting for a vaguely decent match to materialise to complete the wager requirements of another bookie.

Starting to feel vaguley human despite standing in the rain for an hour yesterady watching the DDs trot around a very muddy field followed by supervising DD1 as she steam cleaned project landrovers engine. Todays parental duties include several hours in a wood keeping a very close eye on DD1 at a field target competition she desperately wants to see. DD2 is not convinced. She finds it all deadly boring and is required to stay firmly superglued to my side whereas she'd much rather climb trees and play hide and seek which would give the course marshalls heart attacks.

Blew £30 at the co-op, mostly on fags, booze and crisps. Will continue working my way through the stuff which lurks within the cupboards rather than doing a big shop for another few weeks. DDs think its great. Dinner has been rather eclectic recently where I've used up small amounts of lots of things but we're slowly wading our way through all the part bags and boxes. Really need to do some baking so the DDs have something other than butties and fruit in their lunch boxes tomorrow.

Plan for the day:

2 loads of laundry
2 hours manic cleaning as I haven't done any since Thursday
Dinner from the slow cooker as I really can't be bothered cooking.
Persuade DDs to do their homework.

moo2moo

Yesterday went totally and utterly to pot but it was worth every chaotic unplanned moment of it. We've found something that DD1 is good at although good is somewhat of an understatement. Took her to the field target competition to spectate figuring she'd get cold and bored rather quickly. 20 minutes of standing around waiting for something to happen. DD1 bumbles off to ask someone something before it all got going and the next thing you know shes been issued with a rifle and some target pellets, shown how to load it and positioned on her belly in the mud on the practice range. Five pellets later and shes hit with 3 out of 5 at 5 metres. Not hugely difficult but not that easy either, I think I'd find it rather difficult. The club decided that she was suitably rifle aware to participate in the competition, paired her up with the clubs instructor who was fabulous and a safety briefing later off they went. 4 long hours passed and DD1s final score was 27 out of a possible 50 coming 3 points behind a very unimpressed experienced shooter with several thousand pounds worth of equipment. Shes been invited back to their next club day and is really really really excited. Helpfully this weeks homework was to write about a special day into which shes put a lot more thought and effort than normal.

Plan for today:

- to do everything I didn't do yesterday and then clean the bathrooms.

lucielle

Well done DD1! Can this sort of thing help with her dyspraxia?(sp)
L

moo2moo

Why is it when everythings going really well something unbelievably pants happens? OH arrived home in the worst mood ever and spent an entire evening perfecting the art of character assasination. I now feel about 3" tall. I know its because hes had a really bad day and I would have been fuming too but taking it out on me seems so unbelievably unfair since I can't do anything to change it. Hes like a walking timebomb at the moment. To be perfectly honest it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if he arrived home tonight to say he'd handed in his notice. What hes being asked to do is nothing short of ridiculous. They're under staffed so to meet the companies requirements they've been told they need to be available from 4:30am until 8:30pm 6 days on 2 days off, actual hours to be announced at his bosses whim with 12 hours notice subject to change. How great is that. Apparently this is only temporary but likely to be for the next 8 months. He should be off this Saturday but has been told he will be working overtime to cover because hes the only person available. His friend coming to stay for the weekend is irrelevant. Meanwhile the office pen pusher is still working 7am - 2pm Monday to Friday.

And breathe. Back to normality. A £5 Gap voucher is winging its way to me and I'm debating a £40 mystery shop but its sounding like 3 hours or so of a thing plus phonecalls and paperwork and I'm not convinced I want that much hassle on top of everything else at the moment. I'm four screen outs or one survey away from another £30+ Global Test Market Payout and theres nowt doing on the matched beting front. The weather is marginally better than yesterday in that theres not a hailstone in sight. Onward and upward people.