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    November 23

    Christmas and Naughty Dog

    Nothing in the fridge, not a great deal in the freezer and pay day isn't until next Friday.
    Add to that the fact that the mad dog has just eaten four, yes four, Christmas presents and things aren't looking too good for this week!
    I haven't got Hannah and Louis' presents yet, I know what I want to get them but it's never straight forward. For one, the kids are always with me when I go shopping. For another, one of the shops I want to use is TK Maxx, and we all know that once they sell out of something they don't get it back in. Fingers crossed that no one notices the bits I want to buy and they're still there next weekend. Rating my chances?
    Archy has been up to his tricks in the night. As well as the Christmas prezzies he has eaten another dummy, my changing bag (to get to the dummy) and the baby wipe packet. I should probably check on him actually, he's been very quiet outside all morning...
    Hannah said this morning that we'll have to take Archy back, I really don't want to but we need to stop this behaviour. Christmas doesn't bear thinking about at the moment, especially as the Hubs wants a real tree this year. And the tree always goes in the corner that Archy now sleeps in.
    Neither Mehitabel nor Archy has seen Christmas before, Archy has always lived outside and Hettie is only a baby. And of course, it's Theo's first Christmas. I'm sure it will be an event to remember!
    November 22

    What am I?

    They call me a man, but I'll never have a wife.
    I was given a body, but not a life.
    They made me a mouth but didn't give me breath.
    Water gives me life but the sun brings me death.
    What am I?

    Ooh Er!

    Went out last night. Have a headache. Was driving, only drank coke. Think it's a caffeine overdose. Why was I dancing to the Macarena? Sober?
    First couple of pubs were very quiet, was accused of being a bouncer. Good job he didn't hang around long...
    Jumped back in car, took off to a different ale house. Busier, louder music, Elvis died a death. Scrtached CD's, useless DJ. How come everyone was either really young or really old? Or really old trying to be really young?
    Puffball skirts and leopard print corsets, not good. Men falling out of the toilets, not good. Very entertaining.
    Long night, very tired, Hubs and baby crashed out on sofa.
    Text messages and phone calls, next summer we're going to Skeggy for a weekend...

    November 21

    Finish the Quote -Answers

    Well, I suppose I should say well done to those who answered my quiz, and I understand some of you didn't because your answers were the same as those already put down.
    PF, mostly right. Karen, Ronnie and Jayne, all answers right. Or they would be, if any of those were actually quotes...
    What nobody noticed was that every single one of those was a mis-quote. Some were a sort of summary of the original quote while others were never said at all.
     
    1. 'Beam me up, Scotty' was never uttered on a Star Trek episode.
    2. Sherlock Holmes never said 'Elementary, my dear watson'.
    3. The actual quote is 'play it once, Sam'.
    4. Why don't you come up sometime and see me? was the actual line in the film.
    5. Michael Caine's real utterance was 'not many people know this...'
    6. 'Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned'. Easier with the misquote, aint it?
    7. So to Shakespeare. Often misquoted. In this case, ' Alas poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio'.
    8. 'Lay on McDuff, and damned be him who first cries ‘Hold! enough!' was provocation from MacBeth to begin fighting.
    9. Spock really said 'no life as we know it', although the misquote was used in the lyrics of 'Star Trekkin'.
    10. 'The better part of valour is discretion'.  So using my discretion, I'll let you all off, and say that your answers weren't half bad!
    November 20

    Rocky Horrible

    Is it just me, or is anyone else seeing the similarities here?
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    November 19

    Complete the quote

    Answers in the comments box or PM me, no cheating! I'll tell you who wins tomorrow (Thursday) or Friday, depending on how many answers I get!
     
    1. Beam me ____ Scotty.
    2. Elementary, my dear _______.
    3. Play it _____, Sam.
    4. Why don't you ______ ___ and see me sometime?
    5. And not a lot of people ______ ______.
    6. Hell hath __ _____ like a woman scorned.
    7. Alas poor Yorick, I _____ ___ well.
    8. ____ on, McDuff.
    9. It's life Jim, but not as __ ____ it.
    10. Discretion is the better part of _____.

    Go for it, have fun, but NO CHEATING!

     
    November 18

    Quick Catch Up

    No, it hasn't just been my birthday, that was in September but I was a bit busy that month...so I've only just got around to updating my age. Which, PF, I really did change from 25 to 26!

    I also thought I'd be brave and actually put up a picture of me, sorry if it caused anyone's computer to give up the ghost!

     
    This afternoon was baby clinic. Theo was due his first set of immunisations so we sorted that and then took him in for weighing. He now weighs 13lb 7oz, and is in the 91st centile. Not bad going! The health visitor doesn't want to see him until he has his next lot of jabs because he is doing so well. Which is good, because I hate waiting at these drop in centres. It took an hour and ten minutes just for that simple task today.
     

    Near Miss

    I nearly got wiped out on the roads this morning. Lady, you know who you are. Not surprised your Peugot has some dents...
    I was driving along, at a legal and responsible speed I hasten to add, and I noticed this other car approaching the junction to join the road I was already travelling along. She didn't stop, but I (stupidly) assumed she was just pulling across the first lane of traffic so she could pull all the way out as I passed. But no. She kept going. And going. And just before she hit the driver's side rear door (where Hannah sits) there was a squeal of brakes and we were past her.
    I looked in the mirror, as you do when someone nearly wipes you out, and this is something like what I saw...
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    I think she had scared herself. I hope she had clean undercrackers.
    Then realisation really hit and this is what appeared in the mirror...
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    She's going to hit more cars if she doesn't look what she's doing.
    And I didn't even swear at her! I don't think the kids noticed anything was wrong. I know that if I had got out of the car and confronted her the poor woman would probably never drive again. So I left it. It's all good fun...
    November 17

    Baby P

    I sat and cried last night, holding my beautiful baby boy in my arms. After reading yesterday's paper I just couldn't sleep. How anyone could treat another human being, especially a child, the way Baby P was treated is absolutely beyond my understanding.
    Children are precious, they deserve so much more than we can give. But we all do our best. Except in this case, it doesn't seem like anyone did their best.
    That poor boy had to endure so much in his short life, why didn't anyone notice? Did the neighbours not hear the screams? Did the relatives not notice something amiss? No child deserves what Baby P got.
    I am so proud of my children, they are my world. I would lay my life on the line for them. Theo lay sleeping in my bed this morning when I got up, and what I saw was perfection. A life created by us, his parents. And we have a responsibility to protect that life. Now it seems that we all have a responsibility to protect other little lives too, because the people that should be doing it just aren't.
    Please have a look at this link, I won't ask you to sign if you don't agree, but please just look.
    AND PLEASE.. if you ever think a child is in danger, try to make sure something is done about it.
    Baby P's ordeal is over now, and he has all the care he needs on the other side. But it should never have come to that. A whole life, and all the potential that goes with it has been wasted.
    November 15

    Fancy Dress

    Friday went well, most of the kids dressed up, and if fancy dress couldn't be found (or was refused by the little 'un) it was pyjamas instead.
    Louis went as a racing driver, and I was Little Red Riding Hood. The ladies that run the toddler group were Tinkerbell, Bo Peep and a cowboy (or girl). I am told that the photos of them MUST NOT be put on the internet, and unfortunately, as I was behind the camera, I don't have pictures of me either Open-mouthed
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    Hannah told me she liked her hair short, but still wanted more cutting off, like Louis'. I looked up some pictures of 'pixie cuts', found one we agreed on, and set about shortening her hair again. I have to say, it looks gorgeous, but very grown up for a little girl. I will post pictures as soon as I get new batteries for the camera.
     I'm off to scalp a dog tomorrow, wish me luck, she's an evil little thing!
    November 13

    Busy, busy!

    Archy is improving, things seem to occur to him from time to time and he cottons on to what we want him to do. Last night I allowed the dogs to sleep in the living room, and didn't hear a peep from either of them all night. No accidents either. But now I have to clean the muddy paw prints off the white leather sofa. Again. Oh well, worth it for a night's sleep.
    The Hubs and I enjoy concocting in the kitchen, and I have had a couple of particularly successful sauces turn out lately. The Hubs asked if I could remember what I put in them so I decided we should start writing our own recipe book. The problem is, it's always a splash of this, a dash of that and a twist of something else! We just don't do measuring, which means even with a recipe to follow the end result is never the same twice! It is fun though and the end product is nearly always edible!
    Tomorrow, being Children in Need night, toddler group is going all fancy dress. I was told of this yesterday (Wednesday) so not much time to prepare! Out comes my lovely red cloak again, and I can get away with Little Red Riding Hood. I will be joined by Little Bo Peep and Belle (Beauty and the Beast). Which remainds me, I must get off the computer and get that sewing machine going...
    November 11

    Remember

    11th November 1919
    The First Two Minute Silence in London:

    The first stroke of eleven produced a magical effect.

    The tram cars glided into stillness, motors ceased to cough and fume, and stopped dead, and the mighty-limbed dray horses hunched back upon their loads and stopped also, seeming to do it of their own volition.

    Someone took off his hat, and with a nervous hesitancy the rest of the men bowed their heads also. Here and there an old soldier could be detected slipping unconsciously into the posture of 'attention'. An elderly woman, not far away, wiped her eyes, and the man beside her looked white and stern. Everyone stood very still ... The hush deepened. It had spread over the whole city and become so pronounced as to impress one with a sense of audibility. It was a silence which was almost pain ... And the spirit of memory brooded over it all.

    ~~From the Manchester Guardian, 12th November 1919.~~

    Oh! sleep in peace where poppies grow;
    The torch your falling hands let go
    Was caught by us, again held high,
    A beacon light in Flanders sky
    That dims the stars to those below.
    You are our dead, you held the foe,
    And ere the poppies cease to blow,
    We'll prove our faith in you who lie
    In Flanders Fields.

    Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go
    To you who bravely died, and know
    In other fields was heard the cry,
    For freedom's cause, of you who lie,
    So still asleep where poppies grow,
    In Flanders Fields.

    As in rumbling sound, to and fro,
    The lightning flashes, sky aglow,
    The mighty hosts appear, and high
    Above the din of battle cry,
    Scarces heard amidst the guns below,
    Are fearless hearts who fight the foe,
    And guard the place where poppies grow.
    Oh! sleep in peace, all you who lie
    In Flanders Fields.

    And still the poppies gently blow,
    Between the crosses, row by row.
    The larks, still bravely soaring high,
    Are singing now their lullaby
    To you who sleep where poppies grow
    In Flanders Fields.

    ~~By John Mitchell.~~

    Tough Cookies

    Can you get Ritalin for dogs? Archy is proving to be a tough cookie. This morning, while I took Hannah to school, he attempted to commit suicide by chewing on a packet of paracetamol. Luckily he didn't actually get any, just scattered them all over the kitchen floor. It's not even as if they were within easy reach! He must have climbed up on the kitchen side to get them. However, this almost-brush-with-death didn't upset his appetite, and he set about eating my breakfast the instant I turned my back. Now he is in disgrace in the back garden with only Jasper for company. Which isn't much, because Jasper is intent on catching those pesky magpies!
    I woke up this morning with an eye infection, so have been avoiding all eye contact with humanity for fear of causing mass panic. My eye is swollen and sore, but the chemist keeps odd hours so I haven't got anything for it yet.
    I have a grooming job this weekend, Evil Polly. Other people have groomed her, but they also have to look after her occasionally. Polly holds a grudge against anyone who even suggests she gets a hair cut, so it becomes difficult for people to care for her. As I don't have  to look after her anytime, I can groom her (with her firmly muzzled) and fear no repercussions from this slightly demonic dog. Spaniels, eh?
    Speaking of haircuts, Hannah has been growing her hair for some time now. She wanted it long so she can have nice hairstyles. However, I regularly threatened that if she didn't brush/comb/wash/stop pulling at her hair I would cut it off. She was adamant that she wanted to grow it. Until I cut Louis' hair. When I had finished with him, Han plonked herself down in his chair and announced, "cut it!".
    After a lot of "are you sure?", we compromised. I would cut some off, then she could see how it looked and choose to leave it or cut it shorter. First of all I trimmed it, and layered it around her face, but she wasn't satisfied. "Cut it all off", is what she said. So I set about cutting it short but Han stopped me again. "No, cut it ALL off! With the clippers!". No chance! She wanted her hair like Louis'. Not happening. Now she has a lovely chin length bob, and is happy with it. As she came out of school yesterday she told me that no one had pulled her short hair. I asked if this meant someone had been pulling her long hair but she denied it. It was a very strange turn-around though, having it all cut off. Oh well, it looks pretty, and Hannah is happy too.
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    November 08

    Gentle Ben

    Last night, as I relaxed in a hot bath, there was a crash against the door and I looked up into deep brown eyes. Archie was peering at me over the side of the bath. It's been so long since I saw this, and the brown eyes last night were very different from the liquid pools of burnt umber that used to regard me, but the memories flooded back.
    Gentle Ben was our border collie, the runt of the litter from working stock who grew to be of above average size. He was beautiful, with a gleaming, medium length coat. Unfortunately, he was not quite right in his head.
    Ben was bought as a six month old pup when it looked like our cross collie Barney, didn't have very long to live. But he is another story. Ben was a typical pup, he chewed shoes, he messed in the house and generally had no manners. He had lots of nicknames, half of which are unprintable. The list was regularly added to: Fluff Monster, Jammin', Benjamin Disraeli of the Orange Squeaky Ball (said ball was lost in action, and mourned ever after).
    Ben was a lovable rogue, but his temperament let him down time after time. His pearly whites were on show too often, and most people would probably say he was unpredictable but there was always a change in his eyes before he snapped. Certain words set him off, 'back' (as in 'back of the car'), pretty, 'smile', but mostly it was just because he was a grouch.
    Ben hated fireworks and storms, to the extent that he had to be sedated on Valium around bonfire night and sometimes New Year.
    When we finally did lose Barney, Ben pined. He wouldn't eat and was beginning to fade. It took a diet of Morrison's sausage rolls, fresh chicken breast and other treats to get him back on track. By which time he was hugely overweight. And even grumpier.
    Despite Ben's problems, the one thing he could be trusted with was children. He loved them. He recognised that a tug on his tail or a poke in the eye was an accident coming from a toddler.
    At just ten years old, it was obvious that Ben was becoming very ill. One night I got a call just after midnight. Ben's mouth was bleeding and it wouldn't stop. I drove over to my Mum's house and picked him up to drive him to the emergency vet. The last time I saw my beloved dog I was putting a muzzle on him before the vet could get anywhere near him. I knew he wasn't going to make it. Ben died of liver failure. He was cremated and his ashes scattered around his favourite apple tree.
    Despite all his problems he was a wonderful dog, and there will never be another Ben in this world. I always said I would not own another border collie, and then I met Archy. I would say that the rest is history, but it's still in the future. There has been none of the sudden change in the light of his eyes, but then he is a cross collie.
    This small piece of writing will never get across the love everyone had for our mad mutt, or the worry when the police knocked on the door after complaints against Ben, but those of you that own or have owned dogs will know what I'm talking about. Those of you that don't have dogs, you don't know what you are missing.
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    November 07

    Pony Mad

    *RING RING* *RING RING*
    And there it was. The phone call that has only happened once since Apollo died.
    Hello, umm, where are your ponies? Only, there's two on my drive...
    I asked for the description, having not long since left my ponies happily settled in the field.
    One black and one chestnut, with a light mane and tail.
    Fits the description of Winston and Alfie. Also fits the description of Charlie and Roscoe from a neighbouring field.
    I assured the lady in question that I would be up to deal with the problem, even if the ponies weren't mine.
    Kids back in the car, me on mobile, calling for help. Help arrived in the form of Danny, a lad that can run a sight faster than me, and has stood his ground to the tank that is Charlie once before. We found the two culprits, who were indeed Roscoe and Charlie, wandering dangerously close to the road. We headed them off, back in the direction of their field. Mud and sods of grass flew as Charlie went wild, and Danny charged after them. The ponies took a detour towards our old field and disappeared down the hill. As they were herded back up, I opened the gate for them to go in. At least it was safe and away from the road. The ponies had other ideas. Full speed ahead, and back up the path. Galloping down the grass verge, they headed for our new field, and a path used by many dog walkers.
    Danny gave chase once more, and I followed in the car, having three children in tow. More help was on the scene, a lady who regularly rescued Winston and Apollo, but is scared of Charlie. She took charge of the children, keeping them well out of the way and feeding some other horses.
    After a huge effort on Danny's part, the two escapees were eventually rounded up and convinced not to trample anyone. I opened the gate to our new field and guided them into there to have a munch on some grass and catch up with their old pals Winston and Alfie.
    I had called the owner at the start of the chase and got the answerphone, and called him again after the ponies were captured, once again getting the answerphone. The whole kerfaffle took an hour, although apparently the ponies had been out for half an hour before that.
    And the reason these ponies had escaped? Kids had removed half the fence to use on their bonfire...

    November 05

    5th November

    Today was our 6 week check at the doctors. I can't believe Theo is already 6 weeks old.
    We were both given a clean bill of health, Theo has everything in the right place and I am displaying no signs of depression or misery. She should have seen me on Saturday night when I had the mother of all headaches, and no, it was not self inflicted!
    I did get into a bit of bother with the doctor when she asked about my exercise regime, and I told her that I had already been back on Winston. I was frowned at an told: 0-3 months, be DO NOT undertake this sort of exercise, 3-6 months, be VERY careful, 6 months+, carry on as normal. Think I'm waiting that long? Ha! I smiled nicely at her and nodded.
    And so. It's THAT date again. I hate the 5th November. It is a date that people literally send ridiculous amounts of money up in smoke, and don't even think about why. Jasper will be frightened and shaking in a corner, the ponies will have rockets landing in their field all night and the cat will have to be kept inside. The ferrets are the only ones that enjoy it, they love the cold weather and usually come out of their snug bed to watch the fireworks! Mind you, ferrets have notoriously bad hearing, so it's probably quite pleasant to them!
    So wherever you are tonight, and whatever you are doing, be careful, and spare a thought for all the frightened animals out there.
    And on that note I must be off, as the dogs are arguing over a knuckle bone, and I'm not too sure who is winning...
    Silly really, as they have one each!


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    November 03

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    My name is ARCHY. I have been rescued and now I live in the Nuthouse. I went to a home a couple of other times, but I was always brought back because people can't cope with me. It looks like I might be staying here though because even though I have had accidents on the floor and had a few arguments with Jasper I have been forgiven.

    Mum says I'm a nightmare though, because now that I've settled down I'm actually acting like a young dog. I am around 18 months old, but I have never been allowed to live in a house before, so I'm not too sure how to behave. I want to be around people, it gives me reassurance, but I can't settle and people get cross with me when my nails keep clicking across the laminate floor. I like to sleep on something of Mum's if I can't be near her, and my paws are usually muddy.

    I found the world of UPSTAIRS the other day, it's so exciting up there! I managed to get into a bag of rubbish and eat some dirty nappies, but they didn't taste too good so I ate a bar of soap and some toothpaste. I was in soooo much trouble!

    Mum laughs at me when I'm tired, because I won't sleep. I sit down swaying as my eyes close but I always wake myself back up. Mum doesn't understand why I do this but it's because I have never been able to trust anyone. I steal food too, because I'm not used to being fed regularly. Mum says I need to put some weight on, but nothing she feeds me on seems to work. I have been here for over 2 months now, and I am still too thin to even get microchipped. Mum says she had a thin foster dog once, and she fed him porridge for breakfast to fatten him up. Maybe I'll get porridge too...

    I don't do mornings, I like to stay in bed because I'm always worried that if I go out I might not be allowed back inside. Mum hopes that I will follow Jasper's example and be a good boy soon. I need to do some training, because although I know how to sit, that's about as far as it goes! And I can be very naughty if someone opens the door, sometimes I run away. I always come back though.

    I need lots of love, but one day I will be a good pet. And I might even stop trying to eat the postman...