iBlogging

I have just discovered I can post a blog from my iPhone.

So I am.

I have taken this week off of work to have a bit of a holiday. My husband Matt has been having some problems with his back and has had to take time off work to rest it, so he has been going bonkers stuck at home all day on his own. So, I thought I would have a week off to keep him company and have a bit of a rest myself, it's hard work looking after a man with backache!

I decided on Monday that I would start painting the boxroom, something I have been meaning to do but haven't got round to it. I was going to do a post about it with before and after pictures. This is it before I started:














This is it after:














I managed to get the ceiling done before lunchtime and was all ready to start on the walls soon after, only when I went to get our Dulux Paintpod out I found that the last time I decorated I threw out the roller attachment because it had been used so many times and wouldn't clean properly.

Ok, I could have just painted the walls with a normal roller and tray using the Paintpod paint, but the paint is made really runny to go through the machine so it would have been splashing all over the place. I decided to just do the cutting in and planned to go out the next day to get a new roller attachment, which I did.

The boxroom now looks like this:














Yes, I know. The same as before. I was right out of the decorating mood by the next day, not to mention the ache in all the muscles I didn't know I had and had not used since the last time I decorated a year ago, painting a ceiling should be used as an interogation technique for suspected criminals, I bet they would talk after less than half an hour! It makes your arms feel like you have been dragging a drunk elephant up a hill for a day and a half.

So, this is not the post it was supposed to be, but I will finish operation boxroom very soon.

And I am supposed to be on holiday!

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Doggles

While I was out yesterday morning I saw something quite out of the ordinary.

I was in a taxi travelling across London and as the taxi stopped at some lights I happened to look to my left at a motorbike that had just pulled up beside us. I always feel a bit nervous at traffic lights, whether I'm driving or not. Anyway, I had to look twice just to believe what I was seeing, for on the back of the bike, tucked up in a rucksack, was a small (ish) brown dog.

Yes, a dog riding pillion!

He looked really relaxed and not at all frightened (I would have been!) he looked like it was an everyday thing for him. The thing was he looked really vulnerable, I mean his owner was wearing full leathers and a great big helmet to protect his head but the dog had nothing. Fine he looked happy, but what if they had an accident? Motorbikes are a risky mode of transport on the busy streets of London.

The lights changed and the bike sped off up the street and round the next corner, the dogs little ears flapping in the wind. And that was that. I forgot about it, until I got home later on and remembered the dog on the motorbike and I did what most people would probably do these days...

I Googled "Dog Helmets".

And yes you can get helmets for dogs. And here is proof:

Here is one being modeled:

Although I think he prefers four wheels rather than two.

And to keep the wind out of their delicate doggy eyes there are.....

Doggles!!!

I hope the dog from yesterday has many more exciting rides around the city, and that goes for his owner too wherever they may be.

Starting Out

Hello internet, this is my first post!

I hope it will be one of many but we will have to wait and see. I have been thinking about starting this blog for quite a while now and although I have always had plenty to say, there has been something blocking me from writing it down and actually posting it. Maybe its the human in me fearing rejection or ridicule even, I don't know? Anyway I'll see how I go. I'll see where it takes me. I haven't paid for this, I owe nothing for it and I don't really have to write it, so what should stop me?

I find writing quite therapeutic, when I was a teenager I wrote constantly, filling notebooks from cover to cover with whatever I was feeling. It was all complete nonsense I realise now, but at the time it made me feel like I was actually doing something with all the fuzzy stuff that was spinning round in my mind. I wish I had the time to sit and write like that now but life starts getting even more complicated as you get older, I thought it was complicated enough being a teenager! But even with the complications that adult life brings I would still rather be the adult I am now than the teenager I used to be. Although you have work to go to and bills to pay you have more years behind you as an adult to cope with the crap that life continues to chuck at you, than when you are in your teens and dealing with raging hormones, peer pressure, body image etc.

Its a cliche but if I knew then what I know now I would have had a far better time. Life is still hard but the things that bothered me then seem to be dampened down to almost nothing now and I hope that will continue through life. I even feel more comfortable with who I am now in the last year, of my twenties than I did in the first, even though now I probably have more to deal with. I feel like the years I have already lived have been preparing me for the years I have to come.

Well I hope so anyway!