Further financial faux pas and even more disasterous decisions

moo2moo

No sign of le bouteille de vin rouge. No sign of the empty either so am assuming that OH has stashed it on the wine rack which is an achievement in itself as theres that much crap on it theres not much room left for anything else.

Woke up this morning to find the hound from hell attempting to impersonate a hat and failing miserably. Nothing wakes you up faster than a dog attempting to rip the hair from your head utilising only its own body weight whilst simultaneously licking its bum and scratching its head, making the entire bed vibrate, whilst repeatedly whacking you on the head. Shes still sulking.

Yesterdays vet decided to give her paw inspection a go without sedation because she was pretty calm and I'd ingeneously arrived with 100 dog chews and a back up pack of extra smelly treats just in case. Managed to settle the hound on the floor legs akimbo so that I could scratch her belly whilst the vet was repeatedly pounded about the torso by the super waggy tail. Removed the dressing, inspected the wound, cleaned it and redressed it in rapid time using a mere third of a bag of chews. All of which was performed much to the horror of the work experience student who was cowering in the corner purely because of the size of the hairball. Hound was remarkably well behaved throughout. Have to go back again on Monday in the hopes that its healed enough for her to be allowed to expose it to the air in order for the skin to toughen up and normality to resume. In the meantime shes on restricted movement.... well as restricted as possible. Shes sulking because no-one will play football with her despite her repeatedly bringing us the balls and several sticks and tennis balls and toys and a barage of soft toys and socks and the entire unwashed contents of the laundry basket an item at a time. Mind you the house and garden are v. tidy since most of the loose stuff is now in the hounds bed.

Arrived home from the vets to find my parents mid-way through a cuppa... OH had already achieved the glazed look caused by an indepth explanation of my fathers woes with the tax man and a break down of all the deaths that have occurred in the vicinity of the area I grwe up, none of whom OH had ever heard of.... even I was struggling... especially when my father starts with "you know x"...
me: "urm no"
him "yes you do, he used to live next door to the lady who worked with your uncle at t'mill"
me" urm"
him "well anyway she died, lovely funeral"

Place on repeat for quote some time changing the bit about the lady who worked at the mill to the school lollipop ladies husband, the one who retired when I was in nursery school who went a bit bonkers and moved into the lony bin... still unclear whether he meant the lillipop lady or her OH. Doesn't mean much either way.

Granny surpassed herself clearing out the village chocolate shop with an egg each for the DDs, chocolates for the OH, two Toblerones for me since and I quote "at least that way there will be one left by Easter". She knows me so well. Ate the first one as a mid afternoon sncak yesterday and v. yummy it was. Am saving the two giant bags of Harribo Easter bunny mix for another occasssion.

As predicted parents arrived, used both loos (so glad I cleaned both!) ate lunch, bored OH to tears and departed in a smidgen under an hour taking with them a heap of stuff they'd forgotten to pack ranging from a map book to a GPS and the address of the hotel they're booked into because Granny had forgotten to pick up the pile of very important stuff thats sitting on their kitchen worktop. At least I know where I get my senile streak from.

School is now child free for the next three week wwhich is just as well as I have tons of stuff to do starting with the painting of a garden shed and progressing to the building of a storage box for life jackets for some sailing charity since the boss helpfully volunteered my services for this. Clearly he has far more confidence in my woodwork ability than anyone else I know. OH was killing himself laughing when I told him. Especially since the boss has sourced some floring joists for me to use to make sure the corners are strong enough. I forsee a trip to B&Q for overpriced timber and the use of their cutting machine to make sure the bits I need are cut squarely, theres no chance of me achieving that by hand using schools equipment.

Have been given two huge bags of clothes by one of the posher mums at scholl because she thought the DDs might like them, apparently there are one or two things that will suit me too.... most curious.... especially since shes rather generously proportioned. Only glanced in the top but shut it rather quickly in a fit of giggle when I extracted a bottle green bustiere with heavily sequined edges a mere four sizes bigger than I'd normally wear. Its immaculate though and will be making an appearance on E-bay very shortly. Will brave the rest of the stuff later today and then drop the surplus stuff off at the clothing recycling place after the DDs riding lesson. The bags weigh a ton so I'm guessing theres a good £20s worth of fabric in them.

mooomin

My parents seem to know all 10,000 people on their island and I get a call pretty much every time one of them dies. I know about 10 people on said island now so the conversations go much in the same way that yours do, substituting "in't mill" for "from the ferries".

Also - Easter Haribo???? Sign me up

moo2moo

Tis payday and for the second month in a row the much anticipated overtime payment has yet to materialise despite the boss chasingit up with payroll who have recieved the barrage of associated paperwork but appear to be incapable of doing anything with it. In much ly better news after the governemntal shenanigans with tax codes and reduced NI I'm a whopping £25 a month better off which goes someway to offsetting the £40 in tax credits that we no longer qualify for.... am anticipating OHs wage packet being a good hundred quid down although his comapany are pullling some legal tax evasion at source stunt in the hopes of avoiding some collateral damage. Won't know for another couple of weeks what his reduced monthly salary will be.

moo2moo

Have had an unexpectedly productive day. Managed to do four hours at work this moerning before coming home and reducing the DDs wardrobes by six bin bags worth of outgrown clothing. Sounds ridiculous but they've both grown at a phenomenal rate and I was extra ruthless turfing out anything with holes or stains or that was worn to the point of disintegration. Continued on ito our room and chucked a bin bag of random stuff ranging from OHs manky work shops to bobbly fleece jumpers that had been downgraded to gardening togs but since I have more gardening togs than actual clothes I chucked a whole heap more.

Went through the stuff I was given yesterday. Clearly the woman who gave us them is delusional. Didn't find anything smaller than a size 16. At the mo. even my skinny fit size 10 stuff is baggy. DD2 was in fits of giggles at some of it. There were items that we couldn't identify. In one case the item in question was either a v. short skirt or a very large boob tube but we couldn't decide, whatever it was it was truly hideous! The DDs had a rummage through the kids clothes within the bag. DD1 liberated a top but declared the rest to be unsuitable, apparently she doesn't want people to see her knickers when she bends over... unless I'm intending buying her some new knickers that is. Now have nine bin bags full of clothing to drop off tomorrow which will hopefully net me a small wodge of cash, although it won't last very long since 100m further down the road is the DDs favourite purveyor of all things horsey.

Have an entire hours peace before OH and the DDs reappear. Am v. tempted to bounce up and down in front of the telly box in the hopes of toning up some of my wibbly bits. Vegging on the sofa with the remains of yesterdays toblerone is far more tempting though.

beanielou

Emm you wont have any wobbly bits if you are only a size 10.Fact.

moo2moo

I might be a size 10 but I do have wibbly bits in the oddest of places. Bits of me are overly muscular thanks to a fairly physical job and a very active way of life but that doesn't stop me having v. wibbly bits. Suppose I'm just a bit too used to being toned all over so the lack of recent dog walking has made my buttocks resemble a plate of blancmange. Am also noticing the effects of gravity on my boobs although mostly thats a result of living in a sports bra which does a great job of restricting any movement but isn't at all supportive as far as the muscle structure goes. Am also feeling like a couch potato as I'd normally cover around 50 miles a week walking the hounds but haven't walked anywhere since the hound from hells paw was mutilated. Cabin fever is taking hold.

Managed two laps of the ficticious Wii fit island much to the amusement of the dogs who thought we were finally going out when the trainers appeared but went off in a huff when it became clear that this was not on the cards. Did a quick step session and then took the body test for the second time since aquiring the Wii almost four years ago. Was berated for failing to meet my target of not actually changing at all. It appears I've reduced my BMI and need to gain 8lbs to make the Wii happy. OH appeared just as it announced that I have a Wii Fit age of 22. The Wii is clearly delusional and as OH helpfully pointed out the last time he groped a 22 year old (some 13 years ago) it felt nothing like the me of today.

Today is the first day of the incredibly long school holidays. Washing machine is already on for the first of many loads. Need to do loads of housework today in anticipation of a repeat visit by my parents tomorrow. OHs brother is rumoured to be materialising on Thursday for the majority of a week so ned to get ahead of myself just in case. Still not sure when or even if OH is departing on his jolly although he got an e-mail from HQ to say the spares were on their way to him. Quite why they're shipping them from the US to him in order to pay the excess luggage fee to fly them out with him to his final destination when they could just have shipped them direct remains a mystery.

Horse riding will be most interesting today. In theory I should have joined the overpriced Pony Club by noon yesterday but the forms to do so haven't materialised. As a non-member the DDs lesson fees go up by 20% which wouldn't have occurred had the paperwork been available. Since its not my fault I'm not paying the extra. Will wait to see how that goes down. Have tried to bypass the paper side of things and join on-line but the system is antiquated and only allows things to be done the old fashioned way through the riding school.

Hoping for a relatively laid back weekend. Have no plans to go anywhere costing money beyond a purchase of milk. Tis gloriously sunny and I still have spuds to plant so may well get sidetracked and spend the day in the garden. Will be far more fun than doing housey things indoors.

Lula-Hula

I've never managed to raise even a glow on the wii fit ... it bores me rigid.

moo2moo

Dull as it may be the alternative is to run on the edge of unlit narrow lanes and hope the locals are paying enough attention to see me. The aerobics classes on offer are few and far between although the church hall offers both hula hooping and belly dancing classes. The nearest gym is a thirty minute round trip and is male dominated and rather pong whiffy. You have to take a deep breath just to get through the front door.

Got the forms for riding sorted without having to pay any extra for todays lessons. Dropped the clothing off in exchange for £25.80p which we promptly spent on doggy chews and bones and an assortment of essentials from Lidl. Am hoping to get to through the week without needing to shop. Forgot to scan the stuff before putting it away so need to dig it all out in order to zap it and get this weeks £1.50 worth of points. Its a bit of a pain in the bum but most definately worthwhile since I've had £100 in vouchers in the year since I joined.

The monthly credit card statment arrived sub £600 which is rather surprising since the excess on Sundays vet claim was on there. Reigning in my random shops seems to be working wonders although I need to tackle the on-line stuff as a third of my transactions were paypal payments.

Lula-Hula

Ok ok, I'll give it another go ... *yawns*

Nice work on the CC

moo2moo

Lula-Hula wrote: »

Ok ok, I'll give it another go ... *yawns*

I'd much rather be playing Just Dance but I figure the only way I'm ever going to run a marathon is to get some practice in... after all the Marthon Des Sables involves more than one marathon but am getting rather too tempted by the Tough Guy race series though it sounds more like fun.. asuming your idea of fun invloves electrocutions, barbed wire, wading through mud, tackling an assualt course and running several miles whilst covered in manure in freezing temperatures. Theres a summer version but that involves a scary amount of nettles and I'm a bit of a wuss.