Friday 30 May 2014

30.5.14

Oooh get me!
My pulse is not so tachy any more!
Its been between 80 and 88. The drugs doooo work.
So today i decided to be normal Jilly Bean (not that i ever was normal).
Linda and I went to one of our regular haunts. Mollies Den. A warehouse full of crap!
Whats some peoples crap is another persons treasure. Second hand, clothes, books, furniture, ornament, records, jewellery, in fact everything. Some overpriced tat, but you can get a bargain now and again.
When i moved into my new house 1st june 2013 - very nearly a year ago, i was very interested in making my house a home. I suppose i like to think I'm into design, my own personal taste which if others don't like it, then they don't have taste! Well, since I've been incapacitated with a tachycardia, and even before that when i had the indigestion, sore mouth, and so on and so forth, i haven't been interested in the least bit of going to Mollies.
So today, the prodigal returned!
I didn't know how long i was gonna be able to cope, but i did well. I bought a few candlesticks, my 'antique' of choice.
Obviously i still need to get candles and fiddle about. Maybe add something or take something away. But overall, I'm happy.
So anyway, i ambled round Mollies, had a cuppa and shared a piece of cherry and coconut cake with Linda. We had such a lovely time. I almost felt back to normal. It was so nice to go out and do something rather than stay in and moan! Thank goodness for Linda.
Then home again, home again, jiggity jig. That line comes from a poem, but i can't remember for the life of me which one.
Thank goodness for Google. 

To market, to market to buy a fat pig 
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. 
To market, to market to buy a fat hog 
Home again, home again, jiggety jog. 
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun, 
Home again, home again, market is done. 

It's a childrens rhyme from The Classic Mother Goose, edited by Armand Eisen.

Im definitely feeling more normal. It seems a shame to ruin it on wednesday and pump me full of that toxic rubbish. Hands up who thinks i should stop chemo now! 
4 more days till dd day - don't do it day!
I was hoping tomorrow my son was gonna move house, and i was gonna go and help. When i say help, i was gonna sit and supervise and drink cups of tea. But now, as normal, the solicitors have taken too long, and so has the building society and their mortgage, that its been put back a week, so needless to say, next week i will be incapacitated and unable to boss people about.
You'd think Halifax building society would be able to organise a mortgage without any problems these days, wouldn't you? I mean, its not like its something alien to them. A few years ago, they were throwing mortgages around like nobodies business. Now they agree you can have one, but they make you sweat about it, and don't deliver it in time. 
And the solicitors complain about the vendors solicitors, and the vendors, vendors solicitors. They bitch and say, 'I've been emailing but they just don't get back to me!' 
In reality, they all meet up socially and have a good laugh. 
'I purchased a brand new TT the other day because business is so good.'
'I had a 4 week holiday in Malaysia. 5* hotel, all water sports thrown in, business is booming.'
'We brought a 4 bedroom house in Sandbanks! I should be able to retire by the time I'm 32!'
I think this attitude is why the receptionists are such miserable buggers. They're jealous. They're the ones that do the work and they get paid a pittance and don't even have their own office.
'We're off to Sheffield for half term to stay with Uncle Stan and Aunty Jean. The kids love it there.'
'That'll be nice, a change is as good as a rest! We're off to the static caravan at Sandy Balls. The kids love it there.'
'We're having a 'staycation'. The park on monday, the dentist on tuesday, park on wednesday, school uniform shop on thursday, park on friday and then having a rest on saturday and sunday.'
Im sorry for my ramblings. If i didn't know better id say id had a tipple.
Anyway, its way past my bedtime, even if i did snooze all through Come dine with me!
See you in the morning.



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