Saturday, 17 January 2015

Eat The Meekington, Huh?

I see that somebody is mocking my mum's eBay account on Facebook now.  Very funny, guys...not.  I'm just surprised that you have nothing better to do with your time.

October 26th 2011

Another exciting day spent locked inside these four walls.  It rained all day and Mum didn't fancy walking through it.  (Apparently it still hadn't occurred to me at this point that I wouldn't drop dead if I went for a walk on my own!)  David did offer me the chance of a wonderful trip to Tesco that night but I was feeling too self conscious about my hair again.

Ah yes, my hair.  I refused to spray it with dry hair shampoo for fear that it might make it worse, but the greasier it got, the more I lost.  For goodness sake, just wash it!

I was bitterly cold and kept putting it down to the fact that I'd lost so much hair and didn't have enough to keep my back warm any more (!), especially as Mum kept saying how hot she was.  She was being nasty to me about wigs and hair pieces again, right at a time when I feared I was going to have to get one.  I wasn't even supposed to mention the dreaded subject.  "Even the word 'wig' sounds ugly," Mum said.  "You can't go out in the wind in a wig, and they all look FAKE."  Nice.

Some kind soul hacked my Twitter account and sent very personal rude virus-ridden emails to my followers.  Looking back, I wonder who could possibly have been behind that?

I sold fifteen things on eBay while Mum only sold two, prompting another lot of jealous ranting from her about how unfair it was.  Well, she had a lot less items listed in the first place.  One of her items had only sold for £5.75, while somebody else had the same item on there currently at £18.50 so she was upset.  I don't know why hers sold so cheaply...maybe because she was relatively new to eBay and didn't have much feedback compared to the other person?

I was so depressed that I couldn't even be bothered with watching the fireworks from my bedroom window that evening.  Apparently that meant a very depressed Desirée in those days.  Nowadays, I don't even think about looking unless it's Bonfire Night or New Year's Eve.  Does that mean I'm even more depressed...or I just grew up in the last three years?!

October 27th 2011

The hair loss stress continued to get me down.  I didn't even want to get out of bed, much less go out into the real world.

We did eventually go to Ealing Broadway at lunch time to buy Christmas gifts for my nephews and nieces.  I kept the hood of my coat up the entire time that we were out though, and was convinced that people were looking at me.  Well, they were probably looking at me wondering why I had my hood up when it wasn't raining!

David had to go to the bank and asked what shops we were going to and where he should meet us.  I was so distressed that I couldn't think where I wanted to go on the spot, so Mum siezed the opportunity to be nasty to me again.  "She doesn't want to go anywhere.  All she wants to do is cry."  For the record, I wasn't crying.  But I felt like it by the time she'd finished humiliating me!

When we got home, we ate ice cream and strawberry trifle before packing up the eBay parcels.  We had no dinner because it got too late after Ealing Broadway and waiting for our "dessert" to go down!  So we ended up at McDonalds that evening for fries and a Caramel McFlurry.

I suddenly became aware of just how fat I was getting.  No wonder I was finding it hard to move around and got so tired whenever I did so!  I needed more exercise and to eat less junk food, but that lifestyle seemed impossible while I was living with my parents.

I washed my old My Beautiful Horses playsets but there was no way to get all of the dust off of them after all these years.  With my dust allergies in mind, I considered selling them off along with the duplicate horses, but I couldn't bear to get rid of the stable that I remembered my grandad so proudly giving me one Christmas after he had searched high and low for it!

We went to Grottsville late that night to collect another box of ponies, and I was distraught to see that the permanent marker on one of them had rubbed off onto the ponies that had been touching her in the box.  This is why I don't believe in keeping things that you have nowhere to display.  The longer something is kept in storage, the more damage it seems to sustain.

October 28th 2011

I went to Ealing Hospital to see a dermatologist about my hair loss.  The stupid woman was no use whatsoever.  She couldn't see my scalp through all the "dandruff" (apparently she had never seen dry hair shampoo before!), had not been forwarded the blood test results from my doctor (so I had to wait 40 minutes and endure another test - great for a hemophobic like myself!), and agreed with Mum that a wig would "look ugly and be very expensive" (very kind if I did end up losing all my hair and having no choice other than to wear one!)

Mum yelled at me all through my dinner (she refused to eat any as she had worked herself up into a bad temper for reasons best known to herself) about how I mustn't bring any more ponies from Grottsville until all of the My Beautiful Horses had been washed - still don't see the connection, to be honest - and about how I "wouldn't be emigrating for a very long time".  She also decided to pick on me about wigs again.  If I didn't like being stared at, then I didn't want a wig.  "Oh, you'll get plenty of stares in a wig..."

By the evening, I was in a terribly state and (ironically) ended up on the floor in the family history room with Mum just because I wanted the comfort of being near to another human being.  Sad that the very person who'd worked me up into such a state was the only person I had to turn to really.

October 29th 2011

David got up late and spent the day in an utterly fowl mood.  We went to Grottsville to post the eBay stuff and weigh Mum's board games with an eye to selling them on eBay.  I was still not feeling very well and had a funny turn coming down the stairs with all the heavy boxes.  David didn't see it that way though and shouted at me when he got back from the post office.  "Haven't you done ANYTHING while I was down the road?"  I'm not quite sure what I was supposed to have done now that Mum had banned me from bringing anything else back to Woodberry, but even if I'd known what to do, I wasn't in any state for hard work.

He was angry with me for spending my few minutes near a television trying to catch the MLP adverts.  I managed to get a Princess Celestia one on tape so at least my efforts weren't completely in vain!

After that, we went to an electrical shop in Harrow to look at lighting.  David claimed that the shop was "too busy to ask any questions" though and that Mum "wasn't in the right mood for it anyway".  Why did he even take us there if he had no intention of getting anything done?

Then to the storage depot to collect the Christmas gifts so that they could be sorted out and wrapped up.  There was a spider hanging from the ceiling and I gently blew on it, hoping to make it climb up and out of David's way before he saw it.  (David is scared of spiders)  But it just dropped down on top of the box of Christmas gifts.  You can imagine his reaction!

Finally to McDonalds for yet more fries and Caramel McFlurries.  No wonder I was putting on weight!

My parents argued practically all day until I was in tears again.  If stress played a part in my hair loss, I would be completely bald in no time!

October 30th 2011

Didn't leave the house again.  I was sick of being indoors.  I had even risked lightly spraying my hair the night before!  If my hair continued to get worse, I wouldn't be going out at all for much longer so I didn't want to waste these days.

The hour went back, so we hoped that David might get up an hour earlier and actually get something done.  Instead, he spent the extra hour in the bathroom.  He did do some gardening, but then went straight back in the loo before going out alone at dinnertime.

I helped Mum to list some more eBay stuff, and she was pleasantly surprised when watchers began appearing on one of her old games.  She'd originally listed it at £5, but got me to raise the price to £10, and then £25, as the watchers increased...

I won some MLP comics that had been auctioned on the Arena.  I don't know where I got all my money from back then!

Mum was getting on my nerves.  She couldn't seem to understand my need for education and would instead laugh it off.  (That or she pretended not to understand because she wanted me tied down in this house forever...)  When I said something about needing a direction in life, she rudely commented, "Need a direction?  I'll give you some signs!  Left, right, round the bl**dy bend..."  Apparently I didn't need good education or a real job because her cousin Paul had "done all right for himself" by selling books from home.  Well, that might be all right for Paul.  But I wanted to get out into the real world.  I wanted to meet people!  I couldn't stand being trapped with no social interaction for much longer!

October 31st 2011

Mum and I walked to Lammas Park.  We decided to bring some leaves back and try to identify the trees.  (Sadly, I must admit that my knowledge in flora is lacking!)  We identified some of the trees in the park as London Planes.  If we could just teach ourselves about one tree species each time we walked there, we'd soon be experts.  Okay, maybe not experts, but at least we'd be more knowledgeable than we were before.

Mum's game now had 12 watchers.  Far from being pleased that there was interest, she began fretting that the price was too low.  *Sighs*  Some people are never happy!

I washed some more My Beautiful Horses and began recalling more happy memories of my grandad and how he searched everywhere for individual horses to help me complete my set.  I remembered a specific case of a horse named Romany who he had travelled everywhere to look for.  Eventually he found it in a little toy shop on the other side of London.  That would have been sweet enough in itself even if you didn't know that my grandad was crippled with Rheumatoid Arthritis at the time and found it near impossible to get on and off of public transport.  I will never forget the little things he did for all of us when I was young.

We were pestered all evening by trick or treaters.  They really set my already frayed nerves on edge, especially when fireworks kept going off in the local area.  I thought they were "tricking" us for not going to the door!

I've also noted that a "RG Mitchell Stingray ride" was listed on eBay.  Considering such a ride doesn't even exist and I no longer have the photographs of the rides that were listed around that time, I can't begin to hazard a guess at what I was talking about!  Apparently I thought I was more knowledgeable in the kiddie ride subject back then than I really was!

Oh, and remember those useless workmen I spoke about a couple of entries ago?  One of the jobs they did apart from the terrible wallpapering was to hang a towel rail on the shower room wall.  A few days later, this is how it looked:


See, I wasn't kidding when I said they were awful at their job!  Where do you find decent workmen in this day and age?

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx

Friday, 16 January 2015

Heavy Catalogues, UK Ponycon and "The N Company"!

I am very tired and tearful after another argument with Mum, but I WILL keep blogging every day!

October 21st 2011

Mum and I went to Ealing Broadway while David got his annual flu jab.  I went to the Nationwide to withdraw £200 and the cashier practically accused me of money laundering!  "This is strange...you've had money coming in and then going straight out..."  Yes, because I transfer the money from my Paypal to my bank account, and then sometimes withdraw the same sum as cash.  I'm old fashioned.  I prefer using cash to cards.  It's easy to overspend with a bit of plastic!

Our trip was fascinating for blog readers everywhere.  We went in Savers to buy facial wipes and anti perspirent, then to Poundland for headphones and Weetaflakes (except they didn't have any Weetaflakes).  Then we walked around the charity shops...but there was nothing of value to be found.  Then around the card shop in search of a birthday card for my nephew, but the shops were all full of Christmas cards by that point, of course, so no luck there either.

I did find these in H&M.  Only one of each though which meant I couldn't make the money back by selling duplicates on eBay!


Mum wanted me to pick up copies of all the heavy Christmas catalogues.  She refused to take an Argos catalogue that somebody had dumped at Boots (which would have meant carrying it a shorter way) because she wanted a "clean one".  How dirty could it have got being carried from Argos to Boots?!

David was late coming back for us, so we had to stand out in the cold for ages...with the heavy catalogues!  There was an oak tree nearby so I eventually decided to walk over to it and try to collect some more acorns for Peter.  No sooner had I walked away from my position than I heard David yelling my name from the car!

He was so broke that he borrowed £6000 from Mum, announcing that he would "pay her back when he won on the premium bonds".  Sounds like a great idea to lend money to him then!

His comments were getting more and more stupid actually.  He "now knows why he's cold at night".  When asked why, he held his fingers up and said that it was "the gap under the door" that's to blame.  No, I still have no idea what gap under which door or what the heck it had to do with his fingers!

I spent the evening bathing and trying to make myself feel good for the Ponycon the next day.  Not that it did any good!  I'd tried to get everything packed and ready to go, but I just knew I was bound to forget something...

October 22nd 2011

I got up at 6am, but my parents refused to do anything or even stir from their slumbers before it got light.

If I was feeling even slightly better about myself from all the pampering of the night before, my happiness was soon eliminated.  When it came time to comb my hair (which Mum kindly agreed to do because I was in such a panic again, I had what she described as "big tangles like dreadlocks" and ended up losing a massive hairball.  I still don't know what caused it to this day.  I guess somebody just wanted to make me feel like rubbish for Ponycon.

We drove to Sunbury-on-Thames first to collect my niece Abigale who I had promised to take with me this year.  Miraculously, despite all my parents' delays, we still got there before it opened.  However, most of the best ponies had sold before we reached the front of the queue.  While there had been an agreement that nothing would be sold before 10am, the stallholders had been able to walk around earlier and see what they wanted to buy from others' tables.  So, as soon as 10am came, they made a beeline for their favourite items, of course.  Those at the front of the queue didn't stand a chance, much less those of us further back.

I still managed to get a nice selection of stuff though surprisingly.  I thought I had so many ponies now that I wouldn't be able to find anything I hadn't got!  But I managed to find 21 new ponies as well as lots of merchandise.  I messed up and bought two Watercolour Baby Seawinkles, not realising that they were the same pony in two different states of colour changing!  I spent £329 in total (seriously, looking back, what was I thinking?), and Mum treated me to my most expensive pony ever in the auction - the very rare limited edition Breast Cancer Pony.  The pony cost a whopping great £52.  (I'll say it again - what WERE we thinking of?!)  This pony was never actually officially released but a few escaped from the factory in China, hence the rarity and value.  She's very pretty but I don't think I'd allow Mum to waste that much money these days!


I spent £10 on Abigale too, which sounds mean in the scheme of things.  But, being a non-fussy child as opposed to a collector, who didn't have many ponies, she was able to get a big bag full of ponies for that price.  Quite a few people gave her stuff for free as well which was really kind of them.  I'll never forget her face when SoSilver gave her a Breezie.  She still has that Breezie to this day!

Sebby6 was equally kind to me and gave me a free MLP comic for my collection.  Sadly, I didn't get much chance to speak to Sebby, or to anybody really, as Abigale ran everywhere and stopped me talking to anyone much.  I think I offended a few people and want to extend my (very late) apologies again if this was the case.

A selection of photos from the day, as well as a couple of films...



David really seemed to be losing it.  The Ponycon took place less than five minutes from Brighton seafront but he drove us straight home without so much as going along the prom!  He knows how much I love the seaside, and who takes a 7-year-old child that near the sea without letting them see it?  Mum and I had planned to take Abigale to Palace Pier before heading home but we didn't get to do that either, of course.

I got very dizzy and tired on the way back, probably from lack of food and drink.  I still somehow managed to spend two hours with the other kids at Emma's house...I've no idea how I managed not to collapse until I got home!

October 23rd 2011

I still felt really ill - headache, nausea, dizzy, tired...all the usual.  I felt marginally better after eating dinner and ice cream but soon relapsed.  It was obviously something to do with sitting still all the time, meaning I couldn't do anything else now I really needed to work on my fitness if I couldn't even take a day at Ponycon without taking ages to recover!

We went to Grottsville that night to collect more eBay sales items, as well as my Keypers collection and another box of ponies.  David seemed surprised that I wanted to bring stuff back to Woodberry.  Well, why did he think I wanted to go to Grottsville in the first place?  Didn't he want to empty the house?  The truth of it was that he was just in a fowl mood and a hurry to go to work all night, having wasted the day in the loo again!

Mum told me the reason that she had treated me to such an expensive pony.  It was "my 21st birthday present, just in case she died before then".  Great.  Nice cheerful thought.  Apparently her stomach pains were not only unpleasant, but they were going to kill her now!

October 24th 2011

Mum didn't get me up until 10am so as to give me a rest.  Despite being annoyed about having wasted the morning, it did seem to work.  My headache was gone!  However, I had another mysterious scratch on my right arm.  I think the boogie monster came out and attacked me in my bed each night!

My hair loss was disturbingly bad again.  My head was sore and covered in hardened dry hair shampoo.  Lots of hair would fall out along with what Mum referred to as "white biscuit crumbs".  For God's sake, any fool can see that one of my biggest problems was refusing to wash my hair!  But with Mum (the only person I had to talk to) telling me that washing my hair would make me go completely bald, I was too scared to try.

We walked up to the South Ealing charity shops but found nothing, and then to Lammas Park and the entrance of Walpole to look for more acorns for Peter.  Just as well because Peter (and his "girlfriend", who he now brought with him) kept coming to the door to beg for acorns now and we were running low!

Another unusual kiddie ride had been listed on eBay - The Owl and The Pussycat Boat ride, made by the mysterious "N Company".  I had nicknamed this manufacturer as such due to the capital "N" which would always be somehow integrated into their designs, either in the paintwork, or footplates etc.  But I still had no clue who the manufacturer was.  I wrote to the seller to ask if there were any manufacturer's markings and he was very helpful, actually opening the ride up to check all the internal workings.  Alas, there was nothing.  He did tell me that he thought the ride was over 40 years old and that it still had an old Wizard of Oz cassette tape inside though.  The original tune had been "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" apparently!  He also gave me permission to use his photos, but those were some of the others lost on the infamous computer that crashed.

By pure coincidence, I came across these flyers on arcadeflyerarchive.com on the same day...


These pictures were taken from a Universal Visual Audiotronics Corporation leaflet, probably dating from around 1980.  Apparently "N"s rides were distributed by this company within the USA.  I was still certain that the rides were MADE in the UK though, so it didn't help me much in that respect.

October 25th 2011

We "walked the long way" (according to my blog notes!) to Lammas Park.  God knows what the long way was.  I'm pleased to say I no longer consider any route to Lammas Park a long one!  We found that they were expanding the playground there though and had blocked off a lot of the paths, so we couldn't walk all the way around anyway.

Mum told me that the robin had "come through the open back door and sat on the arm of the sofa next to her" before I got up that morning.  Yeah, right.  Isn't it enough to act as Dr Doolittle towards the creatures in the garden?  Why make up crazy, unbelievable lies?

I was still depressed about my thinning hair.  I knew myself that I lost more the greasier it got, yet I still refused to wash it!

David had announced that he wouldn't be coming home from work until "after midnight".  I'm glad I'm not a civil engineer if it means working all those hours for no overtime pay!  But he enjoys it, of course.  Anything to get him out of the house and make him feel useful and part of a team.  What a pity he doesn't feel like that where DIY and housework are concerned!

Two more kiddie rides - a Jolly Roger My Little Pony and Whittaker Bros. Pongo - showed up on eBay.  They were located just up the road from us in Hayes.  Oh, if only I had the space.  What I would have given to own a MLP ride.  From what I remember, they were in badly marked auctions and only ended up selling for about £20 each as well!  Crazy.  And, of course, I even lost the photos on that darn broken computer.  *Sighs*


Time for bed at long last.  Just as well as I keep writing entirely the wrong word.  I have a big, probably painful day tomorrow.  But you'll hear more about that after another three years of catch up blogging!

Best wishes,
Desirée  xxx