Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Rude People and Rusty Carpets!

Oh dear, it's going to be yet another looong night.  The computer is on its very last legs (it took me three tries just to get it to turn on this morning, and it's so slow that my words are taking around ten seconds to register after I type them!) and I have a lot of photographs and other stuff on the hard drive which I really don't want to lose.  So here I am, at 1.36am, waiting for them to load onto a flash drive...and it is taking forever.  I don't even know if I'll be able to turn the computer on again so I really want to get the job done before bed.  But I am so very tired and have to be up early in the morning.  *Yawns*  It's no wonder I feel ill all the time, is it?!

Oh well, I'm not sure how long I'm going to be stuck here, so I might as well write a blog entry while I wait!

May 1st 2011

We went to Hounslow Heath car boot sale and were early for once in our lives.  Too early.  We arrived fifteen minutes before the entry fee was reduced to a sensible price so we had to wait outside while I watched the dealers who had paid extra to get into the car boot sale early with frustration.  David stood well back, allowing other people to get in front of us in the "queue" (if you could call it that!) and even when I did get him to move nearer to the gate, the latecomers elbowed us out the way and pushed past in order to get in first.  They were like a pack of wolves, all eager to get a taste of a hunk of meat with no regard whatsoever for those around them.

This put me in a very bad mood, but it turned out to be a good boot sale with lots of ponies dotted around.  None I wanted, but it was good to see that the dealers hadn't snapped them all up anyway!

I came away with two Care Bears and a Rainbow Brite Sprite, all of whom have since been sold.


The couple from whom I bought Good Luck Bear also had a vintage Littlest Pet Shop Playset for sale.  They wanted £5 for it though and wouldn't let me look inside to see what was included for the price "in case the little pieces fell out on the grass", so I left it there.  Even now I think of that pet shop and wonder what treasures lurked within!  Then I remind myself that the rattling I could hear coming from inside could have been caused by false teeth, rat droppings or any other number of nasty things.  How ridiculous to expect people to buy something without looking at it beforehand!

Another thing I regret not getting at that car boot sale was a really crazy fake Sing 'n Dance Pinkie Pie.  It was in the exact same mould as the real one, had a balloon symbol/cutie mark and even wore a similar tu-tu, but it was in purple with rainbow coloured hair!  I was too embarrassed to ask the price or find out whether it worked or not...but I would love to know what it did/said!

That afternoon we went to Grottsville for cottage pie.  The house was falling into a worse and worse state and really desperately needed to be emptied so that builders could move in.  But, while Mum and I at least tried to work at clearing the place up, David just sat and watched "V" on television.  Could he really see no urgency in getting that place sorted out before the damp caused the whole house to rot away?!

I rearranged my pony shelves again and managed to get all of the G1 ponies on the left hand side.  (Before that, the last few G1s had overflowed onto the G2 shelf!)  But it was not easy to see them all with everyone packed so closely together.  And I was still hoping to keep a lot of my duplicate/variant ponies as well!

May 2nd 2011

There had been dirty water stains running down the bathroom wall for months.  Mum finally convinced David to take a look at them but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he and I went into the back alley to have a look from outside.  As the garden here is overgrown and unuseable, I rarely see the back of the house and was shocked by how awful it looked with crooked tiles and white paint everywhere.  It appeared as though the builders had failed to fill in properly between two or three of the bricks though which could be what was allowing water to get through.

Another thing that concerned me was noticing that the house two doors away (on the other side of the central alley) where the drunken youths party frequently has access to our back alley.  So, if the mood took them, they could actually walk along the bottom of our garden and jump over the fence. >.<

My left arm kept trembling which was quite scary actually.  I wasn't sure if it was caused by some kind of trapped nerve or whether it was just due to me being so darn cold all the time.  Then again, WHY was I cold all the time?  I've always been a "hot" person of the type who wears t-shirts even on the coldest winter days, so why had I suddenly started shivering and shaking?!

David wasted his day in the bathroom and then complained about doing a little bit of scanning as "nobody else will do it".  You can say a lot of things about me, but that's just not fair, considering the hours and hours of my life I was putting into trying to scan everything before our trip to America.  As well as scanning, I washed fifty ponies, photographed the Flutter Ponies and adult Sea Ponies and struggled to get the latter into the Paradise Estate swimming pool which was up on top of my shelves out of reach even from the top rung of the step ladder!

All of the Flutters/Sea Ponies were lying on my floor waiting to be photographed, but when I picked them up I discovered this on my beautiful cream carpet...


I can't have dried Seawinkle out properly following her bath so that when I tipped her on her side, the water seeped out, causing a stain from her already rusty innards. >.<  I tried my best to clean the stain, but I was still left with this...


It's bang in the middle of my carpet so not even an easy place to cover up.  I can't have anything nice for five minutes, eh?!

David and I went to Tesco in the evening.  It was horribly crowded but there were no queues and next to nobody at the checkouts.  It was also closing time by the time we left.  o_0  So what were all of those people intending on doing with their shopping trolleys heaped high with groceries?  Were they going to bypass the checkouts and leave without paying?!

Mum wasn't feeling very well.  I got her some ice cream to stop her having to get up and serve herself.  Within a few minutes, David had made a rare appearance from upstairs (did he smell the ice cream?!) and demanded she got some for him.  He also mae her do his laundry late that night while he was at work.  He really doesn't seem to notice when she's not feeling well.


Well, I didn't get very far with that again, did I?  But I'm too tired to think straight now so I really must get to bed.  See you all tomorrow, I hope?

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

Eye Tests, New Cameras, Royal Weddings and Pretty Little Dresses

Well, it's almost 2am, I finally sucked up courage to wash my hair and lost a LOT, and the ghosts are back in force.  I should be in bed, but I really don't feel like it right now.  However, my loss of sleep is your gain of a blog entry!

April 27th 2011

I woke up "early" (7.45am - ha, well, that's early compared to the time I've been getting up lately...but when I sit up into the not-so-early hours, it's not really surprising, is it?!), but less than ever got done.

David rang the optician and tried to make an appointment for Mum who wanted new glasses before we went to America.  But they had no appointments until May 9th!  There was no guarantee she'd even GET her new glasses in time now.

But then, a couple of hours later, they called us back and informed us of a cancellation at 2.15pm that very same day.  He gave us a lift in the car, but then went back to work.  Mum wouldn't let me wander around the shops while she was having her eye test (it would have "stressed her so much that they wouldn't have got a proper result"!), so I got stuck sitting in the waiting room for 90 minutes while numerous staff glared at me and asked what I was doing there.  It was highly embarrassing.

The shops were crowded with schoolkids by the time we left so we had to walk straight home.  I was annoyed as I desperately needed a couple of things (like mascara and hair removal stuff which I don't like buying in front of Mum), so it would have been the perfect opportunity for a private shopping trip.  Mum got upset that I wanted to go in Boots on my own anyway though as she'd "thought I was over secrecy". >.<

A man replied to an enquiry we'd made on a Streatham local history forum about one of my favourite coin operated ride firms, Edwin Hall & Co.  He sent me a few interesting items for the website I'm working on (which I was hoping to have up and running by now actually, but it turned out a lot more research was needed than I originally thought!), including a newspaper article about the company dating from 1956 - just two years after it was founded.  Very interesting stuff indeed.

I had a hot cross bun for tea which somehow caused my braces to get bent out of shape.  This came as no real surprise as my jaw had been clicking for several days.  I did manage to pop the wire back into the bracket, so hopefully the treatment wouldn't be set back again.

April 28th 2011

David came in at lunch time and took us to the curtain shop to order pelmets and curtains for the front room.  Then Mum and I had a nice walk in the park and met a lovely friendly whippet named Twiggy.  Her owner was equally nice and let us fuss over Twiggy for quite some time.  I miss having pets of my own.

I was feeling really happy about my teeth and quite literally couldn't stop smiling.  I couldn't believe how quickly the braces were working.  Even by that stage, nobody would have known that I'd ever had overcrowded front teeth.  It was crazy how something that had bothered (and hurt) me for years - and which the NHS had claimed couldn't be sorted out without surgery - had been fixed in such a short space of time.  Of course, nothing can ever be perfect, can it?  My hair was thinning more and more all the time and giving me a new self confidence issue to replace my crooked teeth!

Then came another misery.  We found out that Boo, the gorgeous Arab horse from Redwings Horse Sanctuary who Mum adopted for my niece Abigale, had passed away quite suddenly.  He wasn't even particularly old.  I only got to meet him a handfull of times but would definitely miss him.  He had such a great temperament and was always looking for attention.


(I think I already posted that video on my blog, but I thought it was a good time to re-post!)  RIP Boo.

On a happier note (and boy, did we need one right now!), a certain someone who knew how my camera had been smashed two and a half years previously and who knew how desperately I wanted a new one to take to the US with us very, very kindly sent me his old one.  Not just any old one either...the Pentax M50 which I had been jealously drooling over for years!  It's an updated version of my old smashed Pentax M20 and has so many more features than most modern cameras, with recording mode for audio only as well as movies, a fantastic zoom and great picture quality.  It also takes photos in a sensible size so that you don't have to re-size everything before e-mailing them.  That's one thing I hate about modern cameras - sure, they take "better quality" pictures, but the file sizes are always so big!  Impossible for sharing on a slow computer like mine.  The kind person (who shall remain unnamed but will be reading this!) in question claimed he no longer needed the camera as he had a new Canon model, but I know he has been quietly cursing about giving up the M50.  I really do appreciate it, and have taken some wonderful photos since then which just wouldn't have been possible without it, but I do sometimes feel a little guilty about keeping his lovely camera!

I sat up into the early hours watching "Enchanted" on the i-player.  That's me, isn't it?  Leave it until the last minute and then sit up all night to make sure you see it before it goes off!

April 29th 2011

I didn't leave the house.  In fact, David (who had been sleeping at Grottsville as usual) called us to say that he had been sick and wouldn't even be coming to visit us.  What a happy family I have!

Mum, being the weird patriot she is, was desperate to watch the Royal Wedding but of course we have no TV at Woodberry.  She watched a bit of it live on the internet but had to stop when I told her it was illegal considering we had no TV license.  I don't know why, but the wedding put me in a really bad mood for no real reason.  Perhaps it was Mum keep preaching about our wonderful country (which I hate seeing falling further into ruin with each passing day and am so desperate to leave), perhaps it was all the sexist stuff that had been said about "Oh, let's hope Kate has a BOY first as it would be awful if a GIRL took priority and was next in line to the throne" and the wording of the ceremony, "If any MAN has reason to object, forever hold HIS peace", or perhaps it was just the fact that weddings always put me in a mood (probably due to the fact I know I'll never walk down the aisle, and bitterly state I don't WANT to, even though deep down I'm so desperate to love and be loved).  I was already in a state about my hair, so it could have been a combination of many things.

Anyway, Mum got angry with me for ruining her illegal showing of the wedding.  "What's the matter with you?  Two people you'll know just got very happily married," she spat at me. WTH?  How does she know how happy they were?  Does SHE know them?!  She was disappointed by the royal family arriving in mini buses as we apparently "need to show off to the foreigners" (she was annoyed that a few of my American and Canadian friends weren't saying completely positive things about the wedding on Facebook).  It was "none of their business anyway - WE should be proud as a nation for having something they don't have".  Well, good luck with that.  I refuse to think of myself as part of this nation the way that it's become.  Let's be proud of the unique British seaside with its amusement arcades, bucket and spade shops, donkey rides and Punch & Judy shows.  Oh, but we can't, because we're building endless apartment blocks where all of those traditional things used to be.  Let's be proud of our National Health Service, with our enormous waiting lists and terrible treatment even if you survive to reach the top of them.  Let's be proud of our magnificent politicians, putting us in worse and worse debt while living the lives of kings and queens themselves.  And finally, let's be proud of our Royal Family - the prince who got a divorce and intends to make Camilla queen, the prince who married the "girl next door" from just up the street from us (not that I'm objecting to marriages based on love instead of status.  But MUM herself has been complaining about "commoners" marrying into the Royal family she's suddenly so proud of), the prince who runs around in the nude in Las Vegas...  You're welcome to that lot, Mum!

I shouldn't whine about my hair either as "her auntie Marjory (the one with alopecia universalis) lost all of her hair and she got on with her life.  She was a bitch who worked and didn't care about her daughter.  That's what you want, isn't it?"  Now what was that nasty comment all about?  I thought she believed right up until a couple of days ago that I didn't want kids at all?!  And how does not having hair make me any more or less suited to working/being a mother?!

I got so sick of her that I changed my clothes with the intention of going out for a walk.  But the road was full of nasty drunken youngsters celebrating the wedding with a garden party two doors away and I chickened out of walking past them.  They were still out there at midnight, despite it pouring with rain!  I heard a sound like someone coming through the front door and jumped a mile.  Mum shouted at me for being scared.  "People get drunk.  They don't always cause trouble." she said.  That was never her opinion in the past!  Perhaps SHE would have liked to have joined them and drunk herself silly to celebrate the wedding of two people who, as she pointed out, we didn't even know?!

I had a bath before bed, but didn't dare to wash my hair again.

April 30th 2011

David came early with the intention of going to Denham car boot sale but we overslept, so he just took some rubbish to the refuse centre while we got dressed.  When he got back here, he rolled around the floor for ages telling us how sick he felt, before driving us to Ealing Broadway.  We stayed in the car as it was too hot to be worth battling the crowds in our eyes.  It turned out that the bank was shut on saturday afternoons anyway so it was a waste of time and money to park the car.  He blamed us for not going out earlier (but HE was the one who'd rolled around the floor for ages!), then brought us back to Woodberry in silence.

He spent another few hours in the bathroom, then took us to Uxbridge.  I would have had a nice time walking around the shops, but Mum felt ill.  David bought three G3.5s on a half price offer at The Entertainer for my birthday.  I bought a couple of G3 fakies in Poundland and another nice summer dress in TKMaxx.  It was a size 10 so I was surprise that it fitted, but it did.  Mum told me I needed to wear leggings underneath it if I intended to wear it though as it ended at just above knee length. >.<

She told Emma about my "pretty little dresses" that evening, obviously trying to make her laugh at me, but Emma ignored her.  In fact, Emma wrote to me wishing me a nice holiday as "I deserved it". o_0  Sorry, Emma, it's very kind of you to write nice letters to me...but I don't think I can fit you in my suitcase if that's what you were hoping!


Well, it's now 3am so I really ought to force myself to bed!  Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow with a May 2011 blog... Perhaps we'll finally get up to date in 2015!  Let's hope the world doesn't really end this year or you guys will never know the end of my story!  And I know you're just dying to know all the exciting things that have happened in the last sixteen months!

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx

Monday, 3 September 2012

Big Bank Holiday Boot Sales and Noisy Nephews and Nieces!

I'm trying so hard to write an entry each night, but I just never have time.  ALL my internet time seems to get eaten by e-Bay these days and I still have about 150 items to list this week.

April 25th 2011

We did end up going to the big bank holiday car boot sale at Epsom, but David got us there so late that it was pretty much pointless.  There were still a few odd ponies (mainly fakies) dotted here and there, but it was obvious that a dealer had already been around snapping up anything of value.

I still came home with this cute fake MLP plushie though.


It was so hot outside that David insisted on turning the air conditioner up to its maximum, meaning it was bitterly cold in the car.  It's a wonder we didn't all get chills going from one extreme temperature to another!  Mum had brought some iced buns, thinking we'd be hungry after walking around such a big car boot sale, but refused to eat hers as "it had melted".  It hadn't melted.  How could it have melted in such a cold car?!

We visited my sister and her family in the afternoon.  Emma was in a strangely pleasant mood.  Too pleasant really, considering how long she had been out of touch.  She didn't even mention my braces, even though she must have noticed them.  She did snap something about how lucky I was that David was paying for me to go on holiday to the US but that was the worst that was said all day!

I took a lot of my old toys over there, including my beloved dolls house.  I'm always a bit sad about handing over my things because I was such a careful child and kept everything in lovely condition, but within an afternoon, the kids had managed to lose almost all of the furniture and break various pieces off of the front of the house. *Sighs*  They just don't raise them like they used to, eh?! xD


I didn't manage to get many nice pictures of the kids unfortunately and have none at all of Abigale.  I did take this film of Abigale dancing though.  Please ignore all the wrong notes I hit - I had already spent most of the afternoon singing (when I wasn't building Lego towers, that is!) and was a bit worn out.  Plus it's rather hard to concentrate when other children keep running up in front of you, shouting and pulling your already thinning hair!


April 26th 2011

Mum and I didn't leave the house.  I slept for nine long hours, but was still tired out after the previous day!  I have great respect for anyone who can cope with that many children without going completely crazy.

I spent the day on the usual boring jobs - scanning, washing ponies, saving blog entries, indexing tapes... I was working so hard but getting nowhere fast enough.

David and I assembled another set of shelves in the evening, despite the fact that I could hardly keep my eyes open by that point.  I wish Mum would have more faith in herself and assemble things with me at a sensible time of day.  David isn't very good anyway, and ended up doing everything in the wrong order and having to take the shelves apart and start again.  Even then he put the back on upside down, but luckily it's not too noticeable!

Emma had told us that "Allan" wanted us to play Farmville on Facebook (funny, considering "he" mainly played it when he was at school! >.<), so Mum wanted me to start playing for both of us as she couldn't understand it!  Grr... how did she think I had time for another job, for goodness sake?


Well, these blog entries are getting shorter and shorter.  But I guess I'm at least writing something every day now.  Maybe I'll have more time tomorrow...IF the whole day doesn't get swallowed up by e-Bay chores again!

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Shaking and shivering...

Well, my heart has stopped pounding today but I am SO very, very cold!  I don't know if it's really cold in this house or if it's still my nerves messing me about.  I do wish something nice would happen, but with both of my parents doing everything in their power to ensure I can't do what I want to do with my own life, it doesn't seem very likely.

April 20th 2011

Mum and I decided to walk to West Ealing.  It was noon by the time we got there and very hot.  Of course, Mum blamed me for making us so late to leave, despite the fact that she was the one who had spent ages chatting after breakfast.  It was hardly worth it anyway.  Our main reason for going was to find unusual Easter presents for Emma's kids (they always have far too many chocolate eggs from Nick's family), but she was feeling too mean to spend any money anyway

It wasn't a total waste of time though, as I managed to get some new underwear and two pairs of pretty shoes.  Then I found a 1980s Care Bears egg cup for 49p in one of the charity shops.   The best was yet to come when I finally found the dress I had fallen in love with in Peacocks!  They only had one on the shelf (I presume somebody had returned it), but it just happened to be in my size.  And so, for the price of £20, I came home with my first ever dress.  Mum tried to put me off, saying it looked like an "old lady's dress with its lace and floral pattern" but I was sick of wearing leggings and just wanted something nice to wear for once.


And here's an (awful) photo of me wearing the dress...  Ugh!


As an added bonus, the above photo shows how my pony shelves looked at this point.  In fact, it was on this day that I filled the final shelf...with 37 adult ponies still remaining! >.<  It looked as though I would have to rearrange them all again, cramming more ponies into a smaller space (if that was even possible).

While we were in West Ealing, Vesna (my grandparents' old neighbour who we had bumped into on the way to Sparkle Dental Boutique a few days previously) had put an Easter card through the front door.  Do you remember how she told us that she kept "peeping through the windows hoping to see us in the house"?  Well, funnily enough, when we arrived back at Woodberry, the sheet of polystyrene that Mum had put at the front room window as a temporary curtain had fallen down!  I can't help but wonder if Vesna also rattled the windows to get any obstacles out of her way and give herself a clearer view!

I was getting increasingly frustrated by the so-called "bronies" all over Youtube.  A few weeks earlier I hadn't even heard of the surge of young boys fawning over the new My Little Pony cartoon, now I had them attacking me over comments I had written on G1-G3 MLP videos before FiM was even created.  Yes, I like the previous generation cartoons, especially Tales and G3, for the voice acting.  And yes, I prefer Tales and G3 over FiM (although this was obviously not stated in the comments on which they were replying, considering they were written before FiM even existed!).  Does this mean I deserve to be "killed with fire" or to "die of cancer"?  I think not.

April 21st 2011

David took a day off work.  We went to the curtain shop, but the women who worked in there all seemed a little doolally!  I wasn't sure I really trusted them to make our curtains!  Then again, everyone seemed a bit addled that day...

Our next stop was Grottsville to pick up our passports.  David went in the bathroom for ages and then started cleaning Mum's toilet-shaped plantholder which had been hanging on the kitchen wall since before I was born.  After all the toilet dealings, he managed to forget the passports.  We were halfway back to Woodberry before we realised this and had to turn round for them!

Next my parents went to see the lawyer about writing their wills.  I was asked to come along to jog their memories about things, but I really wish I hadn't as I have been blamed ever since for causing them to make mistakes (even though I was quiet almost the whole time and only spoke once to remind Mum about something she'd wanted to ask).  The real reason that things went wrong was due to the two men in the room.  The lawyer himself had very strange ideas, and David seemed drunk!  He began talking complete gibberish.  The lawyer offered him water and David kept pouring more and more for himself, his voice becoming more slurred the more he drank! o_0  It was a very hot day so that might have been the cause of everybody's madness, but it was quite disturbing at the time!

On the way back to the car, we passed the clothing shop where I had seen the black rose patterned dress.  It was still in the window but not in stock.  I was beginning to doubt it would ever arrive now...  Oh well, at least I'd got the Peacocks dress, and that one was a lot nicer really.

April 22nd 2011

Good Friday, and my goodness, was it a hot one!  I've rarely known such a hot April.  I overslept and found the bed drenched in sweat.  I really needed something thinner than a winter duvet for nights like those!

David arrived before I'd even finished my breakfast so I had to gulp down the remainder of my cereal as fast as I could.  Then we went to John Lewis in Brent Cross to look at curtains and order some samples.  I was so hot and tired that I had to sit on the floor in the middle of the shop, and was actually hallucinating that I had sat on a chair!  I couldn't even go in New Look as it was so unbearably hot. >.<

Next we went to Laura Ashley and Home Sense at the retail park across the road.  My parents ordered some more curtain samples at LA, while I spent the time glaring at a man who wouldn't stop leering at me wherever I walked.  We were looking for photo frames in Home Sense, but there weren't any there.  I did find the Welcome to Ponyville MLP book complete with placemat and figurines though.  I'd wanted those little figures for a long while and couldn't resist buying it even though I had nowhere to keep the book!

David wanted to go to Grottsville after that to wash some old toys I had put aside for Emma's kids (we were to visit them on Easter Monday as usual), but Mum was starving by this point and made us come straight home.

David went to work in the evening, supposedly to "do things for us". (Although I have no idea what things he was doing!)  I had a bath, but was finding it increasingly hard and stressful to try and wash my hair with no shower attachment.  Pouring buckets of water over my head just wasn't cutting it with my hair loss problem.

Some Canadian records were made free on Ancestry.co.uk for the day so Mum was able to research her grandma's sister Lou who emigrated to Quebec and lost touch with this side of the family a few years later.  It soon transpired that Lou had met a man, got married and had three children over there, despite being in her 30s when she moved (quite old to be starting a new life back then, I think).  Unfortunately, she died as a result of complications following childbirth so she didn't get to enjoy living in her new country for very long; the kids grew up without a mum and my great grandma died thinking her late sister just didn't want to know her anymore.  A very sad story indeed.

April 23rd 2011

I always go to a car boot sale on Easter weekend but Mum had announced we couldn't go to the usual one at Epsom on Monday as it would make her too tired to see Emma & co. in the afternoon so we'd agreed to go to Denham on saturday instead.  But it didn't happen as she was too hot and didn't want to waste the day.  Nothing else got done anyway though really.

We went in the car to Laura Ashley but didn't bother to get out the other end when David went to order the curtains.  Mum was in a terrible state for most of the journey, convinced that she was going to throw up.  "Stop laughing at the wireless!  I said I feel sick!  Didn't you hear me?  I'm going to be sick!"  She wasn't sick thankfully, but still insisted we came straight home "in case she felt sick again".

It was still very hot but a much-needed thunderstorm came suddenly in the middle of the afternoon and cooled us all down a bit.  After that, Mum felt well enough to hang a few things on the walls and David reluctantly agreed to do so.  He was in such a bad mood though that it's a miracle something didn't get broken!  He very nearly dropped a mirror on the floor (not that it could have made our luck much worse for the next seven years anyway!) and managed to bend a nail in his anger.


I managed to rearrange my ponies in such a way that they would all fit on the shelves.  Sure, you couldn't see the back rows of ponies very clearly anymore as I'd had to put a second row of ponies standing sideways on in front of them, but at least they were all there.


April 24th 2011

It was a very boring, lonely Easter.  Isn't it always?  Almost everything is shut, the weather is usually miserable one way or another, and we're not the "happy families visit each other for Easter dinner" types!

David wasted most of his day in the bathroom, then we went to Grottsville to wash the toys for the kids and to iron Mum's trousers in preparation for the great day out.  On the way we had passed through Ealing Broadway and seen that Holland & Barratt was open so David stopped and bought a vegetarian cottage pie for dinner.  It was nice, but very dry compared to the Quorn one.

In the evening, I heard David listening to Disney's "Enchanted" on his computer.  I'd wanted to see the movie for ages but it wasn't available on the likes of Youtube, of course.  It turned out it had been on TV and was on the BBC i-player for a week.  It didn't occur to David to tell me about this though...apparently he had no idea I wanted to see it, even though he must know I have a mini-fixation with the song "True Love's Kiss" and sing it frequently!


Well, I was hoping to get a bit further than that, but again my bed is calling me away!  Thanks for reading, guys, and please tune in tomorrow for another installment!

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx

Saturday, 1 September 2012

I think I'm going to have a heart attack...

I'm not kidding.  I've had a terrible pain in my chest all day long, I'm struggling to catch my breath, can hear my heart pounding and pounding and keep going dizzy and light-headed as though I could just drift away.  I am under EXTREME stress right now so I'm sure that's the cause but my parents are not helping.  I had chest pains when I was talking to a certain someone on Skype last night and he took it upon himself to risk getting his head bitten off and e-mail Mum to tell her just how ill I looked and that he was worried about me.  She wrote him a short, sharp response apparently and told him she will make sure I go to a doctor if I really need one.  Then ALL day long she has been "secretly" discussing with David every time I leave the room (do they really think I'm that hard of hearing?!) how they can get rid of this guy as he is getting too close to me - we've never even met, for God's sake! - and she fears me escaping to Canada or doing something as "stupid" as she did and becoming a "filthy breeder".  Apparently I should "get my story straight" as I've always said I didn't want to emigrate and only wanted to go to Canada for two years to study.  I've also repeatedly said that I hate "dribbly children" and so she thought I was "sensible".

Huh?  I've always made it quite clear that I want to emigrate, haven't I?  I said that I would like the chance to study overseas so that I got a taste of living in the country BEFORE taking the leap and moving there permanently. I've also always said I wanted a couple of children if I escaped to a decent country and ended up with a certain someone (I swear I shall never feel for anyone else the way I feel for him) but apparently she has control over what I do with my body and I am EVIL to even contemplate leaving her, much less having kids.  So they are quietly plotting how they can introduce me to "nice young people in this country" so that I will no longer feel the need to talk to a guy I consider to have been one of my closest friends the last five and a half years...and who also appears to be the only one who picks up or even CARES when I am potentially seriously ill.  Thank you very much, parents!

That being said, I guess I should get on with catch up blogging.  Even if my heart doesn't pack up and I don't drop dead on the spot, I only have a few days before my prison sentence begins.  Don't worry, it's not at a real prison (I have comitted no crime!) but it may as well be the way I'm feeling right now...

April 17th 2011

I didn't leave the house...wow, you can just feel the excitement oozing out of this blog entry already, can't you?!  David was in an awful mood and wasted most of his day in the bathroom.  He didn't want to do "anythink" useful and flew off the handle when Mum brought a couple of pictures up the stairs to be hung on the wall.  He shouted and swore and actually jumped up and down on the spot in his anger!  (Yes, seriously.  I wish I'd managed to film him!)  Apparently, he didn't think that "putting things on the wall was more important than..."  He trailed off.  More important than what, we asked.  "Why does it matter???" he snapped at nobody in particular.  Sometimes I wonder why we even bother with men!

Later, I was browsing Youtube for newly uploaded MLP commercials and stumbled across this little gem...


I almost didn't find it amongst all the Friendship is Magic nonsense, but I was so glad that I did.  I love old commercials!  They make me feel nostalgic somehow...even if they do date from a time before I remember and come from a different country to the one where I am stuck!

The MLP commercial (for Secret Surprise Ponies) is at 22:16 and it is a rather strange one really.  I'd never heard that advert jingle before and find the combination of BAD animation (heck, if ever the term "hippo ponies" was deserved, it's here!) and a clip from the original My Little Pony TV Special's theme tune...which dates from seven years before this advert was shown!

Other noteworthy points of this video (to me at least!) are the My Pretty Mermaids commercials at 17:02 and 34:08, which both use the MLP theme tune! (No wonder Hasbro had changed the MLP advert jingle by this point!)  Then we have the Care Bears advert at 03:44.  I had no idea they were even still making Care Bears in 1991...and those bears look so little like the Care Bears I know and love that I probably would have thought they were fakes had I seen them at a car boot sale!  Does anybody know if these were ever sold in the UK?  And finally the Bucky O'Hare bumper at 04:21 featuring a certain actor by the name of Shane Meier...  I never thought I'd have the chance to hear that bumper.  Now I want to see the "welcome back" one they played at the END of advertisement breaks!

I loved hearing that North Western accent on the weatherview forecasts too!  Thank you, Youtube user Thepasswordisfail, for brightening an otherwise sad and gloomy afternoon sixteen months ago!

Unlike David, our next door neighbour Mark was in the mood to be busy (as usual) and was pottering around his garden for most of the day.  While we were eating our dinner, he decided to wander into the back alley (along the end of our garden) to trim some of the ivy in the alley and throw his rubbish out.  But then he just stood and stared at us eating.  It was horrible.  The one thing I hate about this house is the lack of privacy from the neighbours.  It comes as a nasty shock after living in a house with high fences all round the garden and a huge tall garage across the bottom of it!

David finally cheered up when it was time to go "home" to sleep in Grottsville.  Well, he would do, wouldn't he?  He had successfully got through another weekend without having to lift a finger towards clearing either house up.

April 18th 2011

Having wasted the weekend, David took it upon himself to book a carpenter to hang some shelves on the walls.  Mum quickly pointed out that the shelves couldn't go up until the windows were measured for curtains (some shelves were going near to the window frames, and we needed to know where the curtains would hang to see if they would fit), so David had to cancel the carpenter and book a guy to come and measure the windows instead.

I tried to scan some more of Mum's photos, but the scanner wasn't working.  It turned out that David hadn't connected the cable to the right point after using his laptop up in the loft the night before, but as he had never showed me where the cable was supposed to be connected, I didn't realise this and couldn't get on with the scanning.  I washed some more ponies, but there was no hot water, and saved a few more of my old blog entries.

There was another big argument about wills.  Mum seemed convinced that Emma and I were just waiting for her to die so that we could get the inheritance.  I told her I'd like my half to go to an animal charity if I pre-deceased her and she went wild, saying that she couldn't afford to change it and that it stated that if either of us pre-deceased her, the money would go to our children.  (Wow, this is rather interesting, bearing today's argument, mentioned in the introduction to this entry, in mind).  I pointed out that I don't HAVE any children and she told me I would have by the time she died.  This angered me, considering that minutes before she'd been telling me how I would not get the education I needed to emigrate...proving she obviously still believed I would bear ENGLISH grandchildren for her. Ugh.  No thanks.  Not after my terrible upbringing.  This country has gone to the dogs in my eyes - the only thing I ever liked about it was the traditional British seaside and we've even let that go now.  The health system sucks, the educational system sucks, the government sucks, the general publics' lack of intelligence and direction in life sucks...  I could go on, but I'm probably better leaving it there!

David and I went to Tesco in the evening.  He was surprised that I wanted to go (apparently he thinks I want to stay indoors all the time!), and Mum tried to put me off by telling me that I'd "get lost and be surrounded by young men" (?!)  When I went anyway, she came running out into the road afterwards, SCREAMING to get our attention, holding my mobile phone out to me "in case we got seperated".  Crikey, anybody would think we were going to explore a war zone rather than walking into a shop to buy a load of bread!

Mum went through her jewellery drawer and offloaded another ton of her unwanted jewellery on me.  Mainly earrings, which I'm not sure about wearing.  I don't even have pierced ears at the moment so it doesn't really effect me but I do want to get them done eventually.  What are your thoughts on second hand earrings?  They did only belong to my mum who hasn't worn them for well over twenty years.  I know she always kept her piercings clean too and never had any problems with infections and so on.  Still, it seems a bit weird to have used earrings in my drawer...but there are some really pretty ones which I couldn't stand to throw away!


April 19th 2011

Mum and I went for a stroll in the park which wasn't very pleasant as the weather was hot and the park was full of screaming children.  David had his ECG which was all clear.  I did the usual, scanning photographs, washing ponies, indexing tapes, saving blog entries etc., but was still shouted at that I wasn't doing enough.  I took a quick break and got myself some dinner in the form of a tin of Tesco ravioli which turned out to be about 1/2 foul-tasting, watery tomato sauce!  Yuck.  I won't be having that as an alternative to Heinz again in a hurry!

I was very stressed about my lack of education and didn't know where to start looking for advice.  I asked Mum to help me but my question was met by stony silence followed by her telling me to think of something else.  Looking at the local university websites didn't give me any information about the courses available, only on the nearby pubs and night clubs!  What sort of mad place is this?!

A nice old Indian man came to measure the windows for curtains and told us that my second hand MLP curtains were (miraculously) just the right size for the window!  He didn't even charge David as "they are neighbours and both of them are old men"!  Charming.  This man is about 80, by the way, and helps out at his daughter's shop sometimes.  Nice to know he thinks my father is of a similar age, isn't it?!

That night we went to McDonalds for Creme Egg McFlurries and Mum got in a panic that she was choking on the sauce.  I think she just swallowed some down rather too quickly.  That sickly sweet sauce does have a tendency to sting the back of your throat sometimes... But you know my mum.  She began clasping her throat and acting as though she was dying.  Stress, stress and more stress...


Well, I did hope to get a bit further than that, but I really need some sleep now.  Maybe I'll find time to write an extra long entry tomorrow.  Even this amount is better than nothing, I guess.  Funnily enough, my chest isn't hurting now.  I wonder if that's due to me calmly writing a blog entry or the fact that I have been talking to that oh-so-terrible person who my parents are sneakily, quietly plotting to dispose of.  As Mum said earlier, "he has become like part of the furniture around here" and we can't have someone who cares about Desirée or brings her any joy around for long, can we?  Well, I know the guy in question will be reading this so let me take this opportunity to once again thank you for being there for me and making me laugh when I need it most.  Even if we do lose touch before we even have the chance to meet, you have made a lasting impact on my life and got me through some difficult times.  Whatever happens, I feel sure our lives will improve in the not too distant future.  Keep wishing and hoping...

To the rest of my readers, thank you for continuing to tune in despite the long gaps between entries!  I love you all!

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx

Sunday, 19 August 2012

Wow, I'm a "professional" writer/film maker now?!

I'm being paid at least...even if it is only a pittance!  Apparently I've made over £42 from Google Adsense via my blog and Youtube account.  Of course, this is over the course of a year or more.  But maybe this is the push I need to write daily blog entries...even if it is already 1am!  Thanks for remaining my loyal readers, guys, and if you see an interesting advert on the page, you are more than welcome to take a look! xD

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April 15th 2011

Mum and I walked to Sparkle Dental Boutique again, this time to see the orthodontist about the broken brace.  On our way we met Vesna, my grandparents' old neighbour.  She was desperate to know if we had moved to Woodberry yet and told us that she "keeps peeping through the windows to see if there's anyone in there".  Nice to know you're being watched, huh? o_0  We lied and said we were still in Grottsville as there was no way that Woodberry was ready for such nosy, judgemental visitors yet!

She questioned me about my education too, and I came out with the age old lie.  "I'm hoping to go to university this year!"  Funny how it's become university now, when I never even went to school or college!

Our little chat made us late so Mum and I literally ran the rest of the way.  We needn't have bothered as it turned out, as the orthodontist was running late.  When I did get to see her, she just popped the bottom wire back in and told me (in a matter of fact kind of way) that I had indeed swallowed a piece of the top wire.  She didn't replace the wire though, saying there was no point doing so before my next appointment on May 13th when I would be getting a thicker wire fitted anyway.  She didn't replace/add any more resin onto the dreaded "block" either, thank goodness!

I don't remember all the details now, and can't stand to watch through a video of my ugly face tonight, but if anybody else feels like doing so, here's what I had to say at the time!


After leaving Sparkle Dental Boutique, Mum and I went for a walk in Boston Manor Park to feed the ducks...and the pigeons.  Yes, I know some people call them "Flying Rats" but I love pigeons.  The ones at Boston are really friendly and eat from your hand, but there aren't enough of them to be as overpowering as the pigeons used to be at Trafalgar Square.


We were supposed to meet David at the park, but Mum was so tired that she couldn't walk to the bench where we usually met him and ended up sitting down on the other (nearer) side of the park.  Then she was surprised that we didn't find each other until it was time for him to go back to work!

When I came home, I made the above orthodontic v-log, and did all the mundane daily chores which had become so familiar to me by this point; washing ponies, scanning photographs, indexing cassette tapes...

I wanted to have a nice relaxing bath as a reward to myself that evening, but David came in really late and went "home" to Grottsville even later, so I ended up staying up until 2am again.

April 16th 2011

David didn't turn up until noon again, which gave me a chance to watch the latest episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.  I'm not sure of the name of the episode (despite forcing myself to watch it each week for the voice acting/simple fact it's part of the MLP franchise, I can honestly say I've never felt the urge to watch an episode twice!), but I think it must have been the one that showed flashbacks to when the main characters were kids.  Honestly, kill me now if you wish, bronies, but the show grates on me from start to end.  Especially the name Pinkamena Diane Pie.  Mum was on the other side of the room when the name got mentioned - we looked at each other and half laughed/half groaned simultaneously.  Ponies do NOT have human names.  I always thought that about the Best Friends Baby Ponies - I hated having a pony named "Katie" in my collection.  Somehow it didn't seem magical enough for my pony universe.  Plus Pinkie Pie has been around for years...sorry, but I'm not suddenly going to start calling my G3 Pinkies "Diane"!

(Also, thanks to certain members of the FiM fanbase, the name "Pinkamena" now holds a mixture of hate, disgust and fear for me that I never would have thought possible at the time of writing those blog notes...but that's another story for a future entry!)

And another thing that bugged me: Fluttershy's singing.  No, I'm not putting Andrea Libman down.  Not at all.  I was a huge fan of hers long before FiM and will continue to be a huge fan long after the show ends.  I actually squealed with joy when I saw her name on the cast list (although that was partially due to the show having a predominantly Canadian cast when I had feared the show was going to go all out American!)  Andrea is a lovely person, as well as being a very talented actress and a great singer with a really cute voice.  However, I will never understand how she ended up being cast as two main characters.  Especially THOSE two characters.  Besides the fact that Janyse Jaud will always be the "real" Pinkie Pie to me, the new Pinkie and Fluttershy actually have very similar voices.  The only difference is in their personality.  When they are speaking, Andrea has no trouble making them sound like two totally different people (or ponies!) as Pinkie is "OH MY GOSH HYPER AND FAST!!!" while Fluttershy is "whispering...if you don't mind..."  So the two regular speaking voices can sound quite different due to their nature.  But Fluttershy's voice is just that, a shy, quiet version of Pinkie Pie.  Try yelling or singing as Fluttershy, and suddenly you're yelling and singing as Pinkie Pie.  If you haven't heard it already, listen again to Fluttershy's song from that episode (I just looked it up; it's the Cutie Mark Chronicles) and you'll see what I mean.  Andrea starts well with that airy, whispery voice, but the nature of the song causes her to speak up and start singing in something that sounds far too similar to her Pinkie Pie voice for my ear.  It begins at "Oh, what a MAGICAL PLACE!" and never really gets back on track from there...


We went to Ealing Broadway - it was very crowded and there was some kind of noisy event with live pop music going on in the centre square so it was difficult to think straight.  My parents convinced me to tie most of my savings up for four years, then we went to Fashion4Less in search of that lovely dress.  It was STILL in the window but there was no sign of it at all in the shop.  I began to think that maybe it had come and gone and they weren't going to get another delivery after all.  I did get a nice pink t-shirt with glittery butterflies on it for a fiver though.  Apart from that, we bought vitamin supplements, Weetaflakes and padded envelopes - all very exciting, I'm sure!

David posted my e-Bay parcels for me while Mum and I were in Fashion4Less (and left us standing for ages and ages outside Holland & Barratt after that!).  One of my buyers had announced that they wanted the address on their parcel changed late the night before...well, thank goodness we hadn't already posted it then!  They'd paid two days previously, so if they were only just checking what address they'd left on the invoice, they really would have had nobody to blame except themselves.  But I'm sure I'D have been the one to receive the negative feedback for their error!

David was really nasty by telling Mum that she should walk all the way to Waitrose (a looong way from Woodberry) if she wanted to pick up their free magazine which had a voucher in it for a free eye test.  He might have known she couldn't walk that far, and why should she have to when he had a car?!  He continued to be nasty all the way to Tesco, so she and I stayed in the car while he went in to the pharmacy.  He suddenly remembered to tell me that he had seen some G3.5 MLPs in there for £1 each a few weeks previously.  Grr...why couldn't he have told me that when they were still there?!  There are still a lot of G3.5s I need for my collection...and at £1 each, I might as well have had them from new as struggle to find them at car boot sales in bad condition with no accessories!

We went to Grottsville after that.  There were loads of brand new unsavoury newspapers and magazines stacked up all over the place and Mum complained about the amount of money he was wasting on the filthy things.  "Oh, I shouldn't have anything, should I?!" he sulked, before going to the bathroom and then sleeping on the landing for ages before he finally allowed us to go home.  I brought my MLP t-shirts with me which almost filled my entire wardrobe.  Well, at least now I would be forced to actually wear them!  The quicker they wore out, the quicker I could get some more, different clothes!  They were all coated in dust from hanging on the airing cupboard door for years and my Princess Sparkle hoodie's shoulder had actually faded to white where the sun beamed through the window all day long.

David agreed to stop at Waitrose on the way back, but they no longer had the magazine with the free eye test voucher in it.  Oh well, Mum always loved being parked in Waitrose car park as there seemed to be a never ending supply of interesting people to watch around there.  Today was the case of a woman yelling at a man for being "so vulgar" and then asking a random woman if she was all right.  Neither of us had seen anything happen between any of them, and Mum got cross with me for having been talking which meant she didn't know what was going on.  Ahh...no better way to spend an evening than watching Waitrose Car Park: The Soap Opera through Windowscreen TV!

We had chips for dinner.  David claimed he didn't want any and just got Mum and I one portion between us.  Then he hovered over me like a dog, waiting for left overs and salivating.  He told me to "take some more", then got annoyed that he didn't have enough and asked to have the extra chips I'd taken back!  As it happened, I ended up with all the hard ones (which I couldn't chew with braces) that had dropped to the bottom of the pile on my plate, and he got a whole plate full of soft fluffy chips.  Grr...


Well, I am too tired to continue now, so I will have to leave it there again.  Only two days of blogging done and even that has taken me 90 minutes. o_0  I'll never catch up at this rate!

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Boot Sale Buys, Pinkie Pie's Bathing Adventure, My Grandad: The Superstar and Other Stories!

It's too darn hot, to quote the Kiss Me Kate song.  I can't even think about doing anything active in this weather, so I think I'll just sit here and write a blog entry instead!
April 8th 2011

I awoke determined to make a new start and have a brighter outlook on life.  Ha, one glance at the reflection of my thinning hair in the bathroom mirror and half an hour of Mum talking about "her stomach cancer" put paid to that!

We rang the doctor for our blood test results - mine were clear but the receptionist said that Mum had "a deficiency, but she wasn't allowed to tell her what it was over the phone".  We figured it was probably just B12 as Mum already had a deficiency there but my hypochondriac mother would continue to stress until she saw a doctor.

I washed my bed linen in the evening, then we took it to Grottsville to hang it on the airer (and to pick up some stuff I was selling on e-Bay at the same time).  The place was beginning to stink of decay.  The area was also going downhill.  There were two yobs sitting on the front wall all the time we were there and they watched us leaving with great interest.  In fact, we didn't feel safe leaving the house unoccupied and drove around the block a couple of times to see what the men would do next.  As it happened, they seemed to notice us driving by and moved on.  There was nothing to say they wouldn't return later though.  We needed to clear the house and get rid of it, but David still couldn't seem to see any urgency in giving me time over there to sort my stuff out.

A man came to the door to ask why we hadn't completed the census yet.  "Hasn't she (I) done it yet?!" David snapped at Mum, over the top of my head.  Uh, no... A) I'd been rushed off of my feet with all Mum's pre-USA scanning and photographing chores and B) I had no idea what to write down for their qualifications as I really have very little knowledge of what my parents (and particulary David) ever did educationally.

I got a letter from Redwings Horse Sanctuary about my adopted horse, Rusty, who has now been taken off of the adoption scheme as he is getting old and sick.  I wanted to see him just once more, but there was no way that I could get all the way to Norfolk.

April 9th 2011

Denham car boot sale had been discussed earlier that week but, when the subject was raised the previous evening, Mum had yelled at David that he was "ignoring her illness if he thought she could walk around there".  Hence, I didn't dare to set my alarm clock.  I awoke to Mum shouting at me at 8am about oversleeping for the boot sale.

I jumped out of bed, washed and dressed as fast as I could, and waited.  When David arrived, my parents decided to do work around the house, so I changed back out of my good trousers and into the leggings I wear indoors.  Then I got shouted at for not being ready to go out!  Why couldn't they just make up their minds and tell me what I was supposed to be doing?!

Eventually Mum and I went to the car boot sale while David went back to Grottsville to post some e-Bay parcels and pack up some of his books to take to Woodberry.  He let us out of the car on the opposite side of the boot sale to where we usually go in and we had to actually crawl through a wire fence and hop across a little stream to get to the tables!  We thought there would be somebody on the corner to take our admission money but we ended up getting in for free as it happened.  Oops...

It was late and somebody had obviously already been round and bought most of the good stuff but I still managed to find these...


The velvet art picture probably isn't be official MLP merchandise but I couldn't turn it down for £1, and I bought G3.5 Pinkie Pie for 20p in the belief that she was new to my collection.  As it turned out, I was thinking of another version of Pinkie and this one is a duplicate (who is currently looking for a loving new home - *hint-hint*).  The other ponies all came from one dealer who charged £10 for them and threw in the Bow Tie wallet and Lilac the Barbie Swan Lake unicorn for free.  They're obviously somebody's childhood collection and are in beautiful condition apart from one or two tiny pen marks.  Most were upgrades to my collection.  I got a bit of a buzz to find Twilight, a pony who was never officially sold in the UK, at a car boot sale.  If not for the online community/Ponycon, I wouldn't have even seen a Twilight before.

After the boot sale, my parents saw the removal men at Grottsville. (I avoided them by staying at Woodberry, hoovering and singing!)  They brought another cabinet over here and assembled the Argos cabinets while I continued to hide in my bedroom.  The bathroom stank of garlic after they left, even though they hadn't been in the room!

Mum decided that she hated the new cabinets and announced that she wanted one brought downstairs - all the way from the loft - as soon as they'd gone.  Well, there was no way we could move it now that it was fully assembled complete with glass.  As it was, we had to carry all the heavy packaging downstairs ourselves.

My braces broke.  I'd known something was wrong with it a few days previously, but now a sharp piece of wire was sticking into my cheek and, worryingly, ended quite a way in front of the back bracket.  A piece of the wire must have actually broken off, meaning I must have swallowed it. o_0

I had a rather entertaining argument with a silly little Youtube brony in the evening who insisted that G3 Pinkie Pie never sang in the cartoons.  Uh, but Janyse Jaud DID sing...which is more than Andrea Libman does actually.  Oh well, I have to pity some of these little kids really.  It must be sad to not have any life outside of arguing with random strangers on the internet about a cartoon made for little girls.

April 10th 2011

David didn't arrive until the afternoon again and did next to nothing before taking off to work for the night, so I didn't leave the house all day long again.

I wasted most of the day messing around on Facebook, filling in our census forms and washing the ponies I'd bought in Denham.  Mum spent her day dragging furniture around and around the house, a complete waste of time and energy as she ended up putting everything back where it had been to start with!

I did some scanning and indexed a few more cassette tapes.  I found the tape of Alvin & The Chipmunks' music I recorded when I was seven and it brought back a lot of memories of playing it during "guinea pig parties" with Dieselbelle (then known as simply Diesel as we didn't realise "he" was a girl at that point!).  In fact, I started digging around on Youtube and ended up making an entire playlist of old chipmunk music!  Oh, the memories...I always found the voice changing effect fascinating when I was little, as you might imagine!  Feeling bored, I started researching the history of Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Call me an idiot, but I had some kind of idea (based on something David said long ago, which he now swears he never said!) that Alvin and the Chipmunks had started out as a radio show in the 50s.  I'd never actually heard Ross Bagdasarian's original pre-chipmunk 1950s records, or even the first chipmunks' song, "Christmas, Don't Be Late".  I'd like to take a step back in time...  People probably wouldn't buy such "silly" songs now (unless they included music videos of supposedly "attractive" scantily-clad skinny women writhing on the floor!)  It just seems everyone had more innocent fun back then.




I had to report yet another non-payer on e-Bay...who immediately sent payment, along with this little gem of a message!

"Hi I really must apologies for not paying sooner, i did realise that i had won. sent payment today, really am very sorry for the delay janet BOlt"

Well, it was nice of her to apologise.  But if she realised that she had won, why hadn't she paid before now?!

April 11th 2011

We returned to Grottsville to collect my bed linen.  David didn't do his laundry anyway though, so I'm not sure why it was so urgent for me to clear the airer.  Oh well, at least my duvet cover wouldn't rot along with the rest of the house!  I couldn't find the Zoo Balls that I had listed on e-Bay so I had to withdraw the listing...thankfully nobody had placed a bid on them!

I was terrified about my hair which still seemed to be thinning out.  But stressing about it was probably the very thing making it so much worse!

I decided to take a risk and wash my beloved plush Pinkie Pie in the washing machine.  That poor girl has been well loved - she lives on my bed and has endured much hugging since Emma gave her to me for Christmas 2005!  She even came with us on a few of our trips, including Paris!  But all of that love has resulted in her getting rather grubby, and I was suffering with my allergies as a result.

It's hard to see the extent of her grubbiness from these photos, but believe me, she was filthy!


I did as people had recommended and put her in a pillowcase before the hour long torment of her "bath" began...


But, in my panic, I failed to tie the end of the pillowcase!

As soon as the washing machine started, the water filled with soap suds.  For a few minutes, I thought I'd put too much washing liquid in the machine, then I remembered that I had tried to hand wash Pinkie a couple of years before using shampoo and this probably hadn't been properly rinsed from the poor thing.  Shortly afterwards, she fell out of her pillowcase and was bobbing around in the soap suds, looking like a drowned rat.  But, Pinkie is a trooper, and a much cleaner version of herself survived to tell the tale!


In the evening, we went to Alperton McDonalds for Creme Egg McFlurries.  The area seemed to go further downhill each time we visited.  We observed a group of what I can only describe as well dressed gangsters gathering outside the pub next to McDonalds.  A couple of times they looked our way and I quickly looked down at my ice cream, hoping they didn't suspect me of staring, but always keeping watch out of the corner of my eye just in case they were headed towards the car.

April 12th 2011

Mum and I walked to Sparkle Dental Boutique to see Sunita, the dentist and owner of the practise.  She had no idea what had happened to the wire in my mouth though.  "That's a long way for it to have slipped," she mused.  "Are you sure it ever reached the back bracket?"  Yes, it did.  That's why I think the wire must have got severed somehow, meaning I had swallowed the end of it!  She trimmed the bit of wire that was sticking into my cheek but told me that I would have to go and see the orthodontist three days later to get a new wire fixed.

It was a lovely day and it felt good to walk through the park.  However, Mum was worried about her weight loss (obviously caused by cancer, rather than her exercising more frequently!) and I was distressed by my hair loss which rather marred the experience.

I sold ten things on e-Bay and Mum filled the latest cabinet with her costume doll collection...before promptly removing the dolls as she didn't like the way that they were arranged!

David came in from work to hang some pictures...but he just went to the bathroom, before going back out to work at 9pm, ordering Mum to have his laundry done at 1am when he would pick it up on his way back to Grottsville!

April 13th 2011

Mum spent the day waiting for the final Argos cabinet (this one was to hold Beanie Babies), which turned out to be smaller than expected.  The first time she went to the door she was accosted by a man desperately trying to sell her some "fresh fish".  She ended up slamming the door on him, but not before having to kick his foot out of the way which he had jammed in the door to stop her doing so! o_0

My mum bought me a sweet little Cheerilee keyring on e-Bay for 99p as an Easter gift...


I had never seen one like her before - apparently she was supposed to light up (this one doesn't work) and was offered at a Belgian fast food restaurant named Quick a few years ago.  Goodness knows how he ended up on ebay.co.uk!

My hair felt awful and I lost another 30 hairs when it was combed that morning.  I tried to keep busy and felt a lot better for it though, listening to CBC radio for the first time in ages too.  I wasn't sure if I was allowed to listen to it as we have no TV license, but as it is not only radio, but a live stream from overseas, it seems it is okay to do so.  I was struggling to rearrange the pony shelves again, as I just couldn't fit the rest of the G3s onto them!  So much for fitting all of the duplicates on them as well!

Mum and I went for a nice stroll in Lammas Park and I took some photos of the pretty pink blossom on the trees.  I wished I had a camera that I could actually see through though!  It's impossible to use a camera with a cracked screen!


David worked until 2.30am so I didn't get to Grottsville to collect the few things I sold on e-Bay again.

April 14th 2011

Despite working half the night before, David got told off for being late to work that morning.  Was he supposed to survive on no sleep at all then?!  The tender went in that afternoon so he came in at 4pm and took us to Grottsville to collect my e-Bay items and eat chips.

The dreaded orthodontic "block" was causing a lot of pain again and I could hardly close my mouth for the agony in the tooth below it.  Still, I knew it would probably hurt a lot more tomorrow after I'd seen the orthodontist so I should probably make the best of it.

The most exciting part of the day (for me, at least) was a discovery that Mum made on the Pathé News website.  Just take a look at the link below:


Okay, so most of you will just see a bunch of kids gathered at a school war memorial.  But take a closer look at the little blonde boy standing on the end of the front row of children from 00:10-00:19.  At 00:42, the boy appears again, standing in the bottom left of the screen, holding a wreath.  He walks out and lays the wreath at 00:49 and finally stands and salutes the war memorial at 00:52.  Still see nothing special?  Well, that little boy is none other than Rowland Allan Meekins, who grew up to become my grandad. <3  It's sad to think that he probably never saw this clip or even knew of its existance.  I do wish he was still here so that I could show it to him.  I miss him so much...


Well, I think that just about rounds up another week of my life from 16 months ago.  It's only taken me all afternoon to write it out!  I just can't think straight in this heat.

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx