HE'S BACK!

Well, I was doing the washing up, sporting my sexy yellow rubber gloves and I felt the tap on my shoulder - no, not the sink tap.

So, a gentle tap and a sexy "hi" and I turned round and there he was. Four weeks of not seeing him and there he was. Oddly, he appears to have grown taller (or maybe I shrunk), but he is still sweet, kind, fantastically handsome and a God in bed, so it's definitely my Kat.

In two weeks time we are off to South Africa for a four week holiday with Jas.

Aren't I the lucky one?

Woo Yay! It's Done!!!

Thursday 16th November - 3 days to go!

Today has been a really hard one.

It started pretty badly. Got up and staggered down to computer (like I usually do). No sooner had I sat in the chair when all the lights went out, the elec went off and then all came back on again. And with its return Kat's computer started SCREEEEEEEAMMMMMMING.

The noise was deafening. So I panicked and tried to contact Kat. He was out of reach, so I switched it all off at the wall. God knows what was wrong, but I suspect the poor soul will spend most of Sunday night and Monday trying to sort it out.

Me, I spent today sorting out the shed. To start with all the panels needed finishing and then all the roof in the smaller room needed insulated with polystyrene and then hardboard - that was hard work. Claire was a great help.

Once we'd done that, we needed to clean everything before we could start painting.

Had a spot of lunch and then started the mammoth task. It took 10 litres of magnolia (that's a lot of paint) and nearly 3 coats. Claire and I started at 4 and I finished at 10.30pm. But it's done. Now all we need to do is sort out the rails and bring down the costumes. Ha bloody ha.

Friends, Lovers and Chocolate

13th November - OH MY GOD - ONLY 5 DAYS TO GO!!!

I have just finished the latest Isabel Dalhousie book - titled as above - they are so well written! I love her character (not least because she is of a similar age to me) but I equally despise it, because she won't act upon her love for Jamie (15 years her junior - ring any bells?). To be fair, I think Jamie only sees her as a close friend..but I live in hope that this friendship will develop into something greater. Why shouldn't I want everyone to be as happy as me?

FRIENDS

So my dear friends, Bruce and Trev, invited me for dinner on Saturday. How nice to have friends to look after you when you need it. The meal was brilliant (Trev is an excellent cook) with lasagne and Florida Lime Pie - the latter being gorgeous, but looking a lot like all the "pies" thrown on tv!

Of course, the evening started off with red wine. Then we hit the gin - yes, that is the amount of gin (BEFORE TONIC) in each glass. The meal would not be right without a decent port passed to the left and had to be finished with a nice cuppa South African tea. All of which meant I got substantially merry and managed to text Kat a drunken I love you, without remembering it the next day.
A while ago I gave Nim (one of our kittens) to B & T as she was not fitting in with our busy houshold and needed some individual tlc. Turned out she'd been getting more than her share of tlc from the local Toms - but that's another story. They always make out that she's this friendly little pussy and butter wouldn't melt...please see family shot. However, I would like to draw your attention to a more insightful photograph, capturing the evil one's true nature...
We obviously had to play a few games. Sadly, the Pictionary Clinic could not open due to a lack of partner, so we played Rummicub and Verbositi - both of which were great fun. I seem to recall that I won both, but this may just be the happy drunk talking. We came up with some classic phrases, but Trev's "Blind Cinderella's ejaculating yetis' incest tortured her," must surely win the day. I can't wait to play them with Kat - I know he would really like them.

Not sure when we got out the underwear - these lovely items appear to belong to Bruce, who refused to model them! Trev told me the black zipped ones were never worn as they are for a medium sized gentleman...so I took them for my medium sized gentleman (nb we are not talking meat and two veg - that would need to be XXL!)



So a good night had by all - but the sight that met us on the table next morning was a little alarming and certainly open to misinterpretation!!!



LOVERS

So we only have a few more days apart.

It's been a struggle, particularly at the start when I seriously wondered if I would cope at all. I am sure Kat misses me, but he is in a new and exciting place with many interesting distractions. I found that as the weeks went on it got easier and, weirdly, I now feel like I did before I met him, but not a day goes by that I don't think of him and wish him here.

My saviour came in the form of a skype phone, which allows us to talk nearly every day and better than this, lets me see him too.

CHOCOLATE

I've asked best beloved to bring me back some American sweeties - or candy, as they like to refer to it.

You can actually buy all these on a British website for just under £23 (+ P&P), so I am hoping these will be substantially cheaper in the US of A. Sound good, don't they?

Here is my list!

1 pack of Reese's Cups
(Milk chocolate with a peanut centre)

1 bar of Hersheys Milk Chocolate
(Creamy, rich tasting Hershey milk chocolate)

1 pack of Hersheys Milk Duds 141g
(Caramel nuggets covered in a generous helping of Hershey milk chocolate)

1 pack of Hot Tamales
(Chewy cinnamon flavoured jelly beans)

1 bar of Hersheys Mr Goodbar
(Delicious creamy Hersheys milk chocolate with peanuts)

1 bar of Hersheys Milk Chocolate: Cookies 'n' Chocolate
(Lots of dark chocolate cookie pieces in every bite of Hershey milk chocolate)

1 bar of 3 Musketeers
(Smooth chocolate with a fluffy nougat centre. Similar to how a Milky Way used to be)

1 bar of Hersheys Whatchamacallit
(Similar to a Toffee Crisp but with peanut butter and subtle toffee caramel)

1 Hersheys kisses Bar
(Smooth creamy Hershey milk chocolate with chocolate cookie pieces)

1 bar of Hersheys S'mores
(A marshmallow and graham cracker centre smothered in Hersheys Milk Chocolate)

1 pack of Atomic Fireblast Candy
(Rich cinnamon flavour sugar candy)

Wasting away

7th November - 11 days to go!

Have just got off the scales. I am horrified. I've lost half a stone. I knew I wasn't interested in food and that I was looking really gaunt, but this is really bad. If I don't do something I will have lost a stone by the time Kat gets back.

Am currently chomping my way through a Christmas family box of maltesers.

On a lighter note (ha!) I have finally mastered the wretched myspace layouts. I'm not really happy with the one I have, but I know Kat will be able to adjust the html so that it looks better.

Getting closer!

NOVEMBER 6TH - 12 DAYS TO GO!!

Spent today in a state of misery. Had hospital appointment and basically told there is nothing to be done, it's hopeless, piss off. Wept all the way to the car.

Decided to brave it and put on stiff upper lip for rest of day. This partially succeeded, but felt like bursting by end of it. I am so sorry. I can't begin to describe the pain.

Had best fiend round tonight - so drank copious amounts of red wine and am now feeling decidedly better. Unfortunately this happy state will be one of repentance by tomorrow morning. Spent evening chatting about holidays and looking at internet.

Nb have just signed up for myspace (will put link here when beloved tells me how) which is less than exciting.

Beloved told me that he was interested in it, having chatted to a girl in a bar (you could actually see my hackles rise as he said that). Of course, I'm sure, she was very nice. It's just that I feel quite distanced from him and I think he is so gorgeous that ALL women must surely fall in love with him straight away.

I'm not sure he if would be bothered if I mentioned the blokes I've chatted to (though not drinking in a bar, it has to be said). I suppose it's all about trust. I trust him absolutely and totally, but I would still be angry if someone tried to chat him up. Not with him, but with the audacity of that someone. I guess that's still allowed - it seems fair. I suspect he feels the same. I have such fond and wonderful memories of Kat beating up (or trying to) some poor Italian who thought that I was fair game (or possibly on the game - it was a very short skirt). No one has EVER fought for me, before or since, and (although I was absolutely terrified he would be hurt at the time) I have never felt so loved or cared for.

So back to myspace. Asked kids if they had a myspace and they all said no because it's shit. Youngest daughter did then sign up for it, but I don't suppose she will ever use it again. SODIL said that she was signed up on something similar but better and then spent an hour trying to persuade me to join up. Myspace was quite enough thank you.

How cool is this?

Old friend Gwyneth sent me this and it's wonderful - took a few seconds to work it out though!

The dark camels are shadows - the photo was taken from above - the little white line/shape below them is the actual camel.

And tonight's televisual treats were..

Tonight we mostly watched..




Torchwood

The scripts are getting better. I'm not sure the characterisation is improving and I am still in mourning for the wonderful persona of Dr Who's Captain Jack - where did our frivolous, devil may care, swash buckling hero go?

Tonight's episode was still full of flaws. If a cybergirl was heading toward me with an intent to kill and I'm holding a gun and I can see the cybergirl has got a big fleshy belly and a pretty face with "target" written all over it, I might just aim for that. I know that one of the team eventually stuck a pointy sticky thing into said cybergirl and it survived, but a well aimed bullet might have sorted it out from the start.

And how the hell did it ever manage to transfer its brain from one body to another all by itself? I mean, HOW?

And why, oh why did the ubercybergirl have heels, and Madonna breasts, and a shapely arse? Would these have been useful in cyberland? Were they intending to make lots of little cyber babies? And if they did, would they need a can opener to deliver them?

And - oh, what's the use?

The Welsh tart's boyfriend is still alive - but his days must surely be numbered. Although, having said that, he does act as a nice foil to her relationship with Jack. And none of us want Jack to get off with her - we need him to remain aloof, alone and AVAILABLE.

Celebrity Scissorhands


So here we have yet another celebrity based reality tv show. This time it's a salon academy, with the many celebs (not) learning the necessary skills to groom somebody in time for Children In Need.

Ah. This could explain why I actually have heard of at least 4 of the celebrities - 2 of whom are one hit wonders (Fade to Grey and I'm too sexy for my blouse) and 2 actors who have faded to grey themselves.

The presenter is in desperate need of a square meal and appears to have stolen Pete Dougherty's 2005 wardrobe. Spooky. Actually, on second thoughts I can see a tiny Russell Bland trying to squeeze out of those skin tight jeans.

It is clearly based on the previous (and only slightly less awful) series, The Salon. Maybe it's just me, but I find it extraordinarily insulting to all beauticians/hairdressers - in that the premise of learning all the skills necessary to prepare the hair/makeup of guests of Children In Need in TWO WEEKS, suggests that it ain't that difficult to learn. I sincerely hope that someone in the business points this out. Nickie Clarke should tong the lot of them (hmmmmm...but only if I can watch).

One has to ask how far can these programmes go. If the professions are now at the mercy of celebrity, it's only a short walk to open heart surgery performed by Abi Titmouse or the constantly revolting John McCriririck taking cervical smears.

I did find it strangely fascinating to watch the poor Lisa left to the mercy of the trembling (q. for what reason? nervousness? lack of alcohol/drugs?) Steve Strangler. At what point would she tell him to piss off? How much does she understand of the set up? Has she heard of New Romanticism? The questions just pile up. And yet still he cuts. Her sweet face looks in the mirror in anguish. I can hardly bear to look.

All real characters mentioned are entirely fictional and a part of my sick imagination

Bonfire Night

We had a very nice bonfire night. Went round to my parents and had a lovely firework display, followed by the usual excellent food. I took along my lemon roulade and Trev made a pavlova. Guests were somewhat restricted this year, as dad is obviously not well and no one wanted the evening to go on too long.




Adrian and Pam had made a guy, which was a nice touch.





Reminded me of my childhood, when so much of the evening's fun was down to making the guy. I seem to recall that at one time it was just me who made it, but then as sibling rivalry took hold, my brother made one too. I also remember the absolute terror of the jumping jack - it made me extremely scared of fireworks altogether. One of my earliest memories dates from Purbrook (so I must have been under 7) and standing crying in the doorway, being shouted at by my mother, because I didn't want to go and see the fireworks at the bottom of the garden!











After the party Bruce and Trev came back to ours for a game of Trivial Pursuit, which went on till 3am - at which point James and Bruce declared themselves the winners! So we all trundled down to the shed to see what a mess I've made of it ..not really.

Katwoman!

4th November - only 14 days to go!!!!!

This is just a funny thing I spotted when chatting with my beloved on Skype. He appears to have the body of a woman - well, it's actually Gaiman's Coraline on my desk top (I adore that man - almost as much as Dave Mckean) (but not nearly as much as Kat).