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So what’s happening?

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So I deactivated Facebook before I went on holiday as an experiment. (the deactivation was the experiment, not the holiday)

It turns out that you do not need to know what your old 1980’s school pals are having for their lunch or what they did at the weekend.  You haven’t known for over 30 years and you survived and thrived perfectly well.

I have found it strangely liberating and a giant stride towards mental health equilibrium.

Speaking of… not sure E4 E-sting of a couple of cartoon heifers dancing about in front of a sign-post about ‘Mad Cows’ was deliberate or an awkward coincidence during Mental Health Awareness Week (and just before a message about mental health).

I am still signed off sick from work from being nutty as fruitcake ‘anxiety issues’ and for the first time in my life, since that one year in the 90’s when combat trousers and tight tops were all the rage courtesy of ‘All Saints’, I appear to actually be on trend.
It’s ok these days to be a bit barking apparently.  Even the Royal Family say it’s alright.


Have begun to feel considerably less anxious and dippy about everything than I was before, but then I am at home most of the time so I have no cause to be anxious.  (I do also have a prescription which I avoided for a very long time, that’s probably helping more than I’d like to admit).  I tell you what though. Do not ever read the contra-indications on your meds.  YOU WILL DIE!  it doesn’t say that really. BUT YOU MIGHT DIE!  it pretty much did say that.  I forget whether it was as a result of taking the tablets at all or if you stopped taking them without telling your GP – either way, I decided to ignore that and just threw them in the bin (the contra-indication notes, not the pills).

So what else have I learned while I have been at home with my thumb up my arse?
    * My husband is nicer than I thought
    * Daytime TV is mostly shit
    * I have watched about 8600 hrs of various Most Haunted type shows
    * Most of them are exactly the same but I watch them anyway
    * Several of my friends actually don’t really give a shit that I’m off & why
    * I am ok with that
    * It’s ok to be ok with sometimes not being ok


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Breakdowns and birthdays

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After a poor mental start to the week with a minor breakdown in the shed and then the following night a rather more vocal one in the house…


… I deleted Facebook and the BBC News app from my Kindle, to make access to the World Wide Web of shame, shenanegins & shite, a lot harder. I will have to put much more effort into reading about what my friends are drinking/eating/watching/feeling and whatever hideousness has gone on in the world.



I am feeling a lot less like a loonbag today after channeling my inner Esther Williams at yet another local pool.  Think I will systematically work my way around all the pools in the region to try and find my favourite.

We almost didn’t get in at all when the receptionist mistook my youngest for a boy and almost refused her entry to the women’s and girls only session.  Poor Al.  AKA Sonny Jim.


Was showing my youngest and her friend a dive and seeing if I could make it all the way to the other end under water. When I surfaced (I was short by about 3 metres) the lifeguard lady gave me a big thumbs up and shouted “Hey, do you want a job?”


I do.

That would be awesome.



It’s my eldest girl’s birthday today.  This time 12 years ago I was sat in LGI, literally holding the baby and wondering “WTF!  How am I supposed to look after this tiny thing?”  A dozen years later and I haven’t managed to completely break her, traumatize her or psychologically damage her beyond repair yet.   So far so good.

I don’t know what happened to the little girl who wanted everything Moshi Monster?  This year she wanted a windows smart phone (that I could happily have hurled out of the window this morning when trying to set the fucker up!)  Bloody technology.  The more it seems to evolve, the more I seem to hate it.  The only reason I continue to write this blog is because it’s like talking to myself without actually having to open my mouth.

I’m sure I’d be much happier if I was a dolphin. Just swimming about, eating fish and laughing away all day long.


That was the week that was (bit crap really despite the weather being sunny)

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This time last week we were still at the Alton Towers resort. 

It hasn’t been open since Tuesday. 

What’s that phrase?  ‘There but for the grace of god go I’.  After raving about The Smiler & my eldest buying herself a Smiler T-Shirt & Bag, that particular ride looks set to not reopen for some time!  I do hope whatever problem caused the accident gets sorted soon and I hope they don’t scrap it completely.  It is awesome!  Feel bad for those most seriously injured though.  Fun day out turned utterly rotten and all that.


I was only thinking last weekend how in younger days I would have had butterflies and been a bag of nerves about going on big rides.  As I flew round on the Big Six and didn’t hold on as we plummeted down the Oblivion, I felt no fear, not even any real excitement. It was fun, don’t get me wrong.  I just seemed to have lost the ability to really FEEL. When did that happen?
I don’t think I can really remember the last time I got really excited or thrilled about anything. Like you did as a kid when you felt it in your belly and your chest. I’m just a shell of a woman these days drifting through life in a daze.

Seemingly though, I am ‘awful’ and have ‘no maternal instincts’ if the Facebook comments of the natives are to be believed. 

Everyone’s entitled to their own opinion. 
    I did spend a few hours questioning my mothering skills and admitting that I had done and said awful things in my time. Then I thought about all the good things I have done and said, which far outweighed the bad and decided not to beat myself up anymore.  Why care about what someone who means nothing to you thinks of you?  No point.

This week Bman has been at his mother’s, doing odd jobs and clearing out her cellar.  He’s due back shortly.  No doubt  with a hunchback from stooping and a rant or two up his sleeve about his week.

Had the bed all to myself all week. Will have to share it again now with a snory man.





Prize for crappest harvest donation goes to…. oh shit, it’s me!

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Annual Harvest time troll round the ghetto, delivering out of date cans of beans and veg on the turn to the decrepit and deceased of the neighbourhood.

No dead ‘uns this year on my route and it didn’t rain.  Hurrah!

Did, however spot a box of Redbush tea that Bman tried to palm off on us for a donation – already opened and half-used.  Somebody down the road is now the proud owner of that quality item! 
       I had said I would take them to work and just stick them in the tea & coffee cupboard.  I hadn’t realised he’d stuck them in the donation bag.  FFS!


And despite not being able to post nipple pics up on Facebook (why would you?) It is now okay to post actual footage of beheadings as long as people re-posting them are condemning them”.


FOIS leader, Stephen Balkam, said: “I would have expected a heads-up on this.

“I’m very unhappy that these have gone back up and that they have gone up without any warning. First thing tomorrow morning I intend to raise this with Facebook.”


Unfortunate turn of phrase there Mr Balkam, given the subject matter of the video in question.


Still feel woolly headed – like aftermath of all-weekender of class A proportions (like the ones my husband claims I never had).  He forgets I did once have an existence before him.  🙂
  Once upon a time kids, long long ago, in a galaxy far far away, Mummy used to have a very busy social life…



Mardy Monday

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Attempted to update my FarceBook status at lunchtime to:-

  “Why is everything rubbish?  :-(“

The irony of the 4 successive alerts I got at each attempt, advising that; “Facebook was unable to update my status at this time due to technical difficulties” was not lost on me!

Going to bed.  The world is a happier place all round when I am asleep.  #miseryguts


Did go bowling & to cinema yesterday though… which was nice


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Typo times

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My friend’s FB status actually made me cry with laughter this morning so I thought I’d share.  I am sure she won’t mind.  I suspect there may be more comments to follow once people log on and see it!

Even funnier than that time another friend went to see the movie ‘The Road’ and came out very confused that she couldn’t recall Jack Kerouac actually resorting to cannibalism on his jaunt across America with his mates in the 1960’s Beatnink era.






A fantastic opportunity to see massive attack & Ian Curtis in Manchester at a special venue…tickets have sold out however I have two to sell for 70quid…

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Pete:   It is a fantastic opportunity Crin, not least because, Ian Curtis died in 1980. It’s Adam Curtis the film maker who they are working with. More here


Massive Attack v Adam Curtis

MIF’s flagship show is a tantalising team-up between moody musical pioneers Mass…ive Attack and The Power of Nightmares’ Adam Curtis. The band’s Robert Del Naja tells us about venturing into the unknown. Find out more about the festival in the free guide, with the Guardian on 25 May • Massive Attack’…See More

Sam:   Hahahahahaha! Brilliant.

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Jay:   Is MJ supporting too??

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Jay:  When is it Crin? You off?

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Corin:  Whoops a daisy……haaaa just like my freat north swim error!!!!! Yes adam curtis v massive attack …’s early-but I guess it will inspire inerest in the tickets Pete Massey! I also forgot to say it’s this Friday! Good job I got you wathin’ my back Pete. No I can’t go Jay Betton x

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Jay:  No can do either but ta for the heads up spazoid x

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Corin:  And that was watching my back too! Arggh

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Gaby:  Ian Curtis is dead hon! Sure it’ll be great tho 🙂 xxx

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Matthew:  Hello Crin, which venue?

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Corin: See above post Gaby!!! X

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Corin:  I think it’s an old bit of Piccadilly station Bud xx

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Lucy:  I’m already going babe – tho you did make me chuckle with the Ian Curtis thing. LOL

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Lucy:  Am still laughing – I may have to share this entire thread