These are a few of my pet peeves.

I come from a family who are good at pet peeves, in fact almost everything can be a pet peeve, bee-in-your-bonnet, a subject to really get under my skin; if you just try hard enough.  We are good at it.  In fact, if we are not careful that is all we are about.

Anyway, I thought I would blog a few for the few readers I get.  Blogs are often 'pink and fluffy' and a kind of ethereal world that may or may not really exist (you could say that is a pet peeve of mine).  So for you dear readers an insight into the things that 'get my goat.'  (As an aside:  What on earth does that mean?  Perhaps, I could have that as another blog - "The sayings which you hear that don't mean anything at all")

• People asking me how am I and then not listening.
• People who are passive-aggressive and don't tell me straight what on earth I have done wrong.
• Idiots who ride around on motorbikes without their helmets on, and for good measure have their very young children on the bike with them.
• People starting sentences "I am not racist but ....".
• Prayerful concern.  If I can't help the situation of another person don't tell me.  I don't want to know.
• Busyness competitions.  The sooner you all realise that no-one is busier than me the better.  Got that.  Good.
• Christian tradition being confused with Christian theology.  Lets sort out together on the things that are really important and allow differences in the rest.
• Amateur Counsellors, especially people who are just plain weird themselves.  If you can't look me in the eye when you talk to me why should I refer others with problems to you?
• Having a sense of humour that puts others down.
• 'Uriah Heep' type humility.

Oh, the list is obviously endless and I could go on but I think that will suffice.  Maybe, one day I will post a few of my favourite things.

Photo which made my youngest daughter laugh most of the week.

OK, so only Harry Hill fans will get the joke.  It is a slot on a TV programme we watch.  We think it is funny anyway.

I sometimes use my phone camera just because I can.  I am like a kid messing around with it.  So today I needed a pair of shoes that weren't going to make my feet get to hot so I put on some white canvas lace-up boots I bought ages ago and have never worn.  My husband says they are very (David Tennant) Dr Who.  No folks, I am not digressing I am giving you background to the photo.  We were driving to the Church Club and for some reason (and if I don't know what it is nobody else will) I decided to put my feet up on the dashboard and take a photo.  I showed my girls and the youngest howled with laughter. 

It is good to know that I can still have that effect on my girls.  Long my it continue.  Although, maybe she was just laughing at the complete silliness of her mummy.  Perhaps, we should explore our daft sides together. 

I got rhythm

Well actually I haven't got much at all.  The girls should be at their swimming lesson tonight but for 2 reasons they are not.  1) Our youngest got a rather nasty whack on the head on Saturday which required glue and tape to fix and we have to keep it dry until tomorrow and 2) the girls got an opportunity to go and make music with a Symphony Orchestra.  They were both excited about it so we let them go (can't go wrong for £1.50!) 

They are learning instruments.  We are paying for them to have lessons through the school and this is a trial year to see how well they practice.  Well the practising just isn't happening.  I devised a scheme where by they both did about 10 minutes a day which worked for a bit until the sun started to shine; and then they wanted to play in the garden.  Fair play to them it could rain for the next 6 months here.

The thought went through my mind about all us girlies joining the local town band but unfortunately it clashes with the church club.  I don't think it would go down well if we left the latter and the band aren't going to move for us, so that idea is out.  Bummer, I say I was really looking forward to that.



Edited to add:  The girls loved it so much they have asked to sign up for regular music 'jamming' sessions.  So after half-term they will attend them every Thursday after school for 2 hours.

Indecisions abound

So we voted yesterday (unless of course, you were the several hundred who were turned away because it was too late!).  As a country we have given a clear indication of what we don't want but can't really tell anyone what we do want.  Most of the seats across Great Britain have been counted, their results declared and it is official: we are to have a hung Parliament.  What is not clear is the type of coalition we will have.  The Conservatives are going to have talks with the Liberal Democrats later today to see what they can come up with.  Our current Prime Minister has not told us what he is going to do, eg whether he is going to try and hang on or resign.  We will wait and see but please don't hold your breath as they can take as long as they like to decide.  As long as it is by the 25th May.

In other news:  I just don't know what to do with myself.  I resigned my job and it made perfect sense at the time but not so much now.  I now need to know where I go next.  Do I stay where I am as a sort of Supply Nursery Nurse?  Do I apply to another Nursery where a little bird as told me there may be jobs with less hours?  Do I volunteer at the school and see where that leads?  Perhaps, like certain political parties, I need to be taken out and put out of my misery.




Ho hum. However, I am pleased to report that the sun is shining and that bodes well for Flora Day tomorrow.  If I get a chance I will post about that then.

An over-developed knee muscle

I think I will get one.  At the moment in my driving lessons I am learning Clutch Control.  I have discovered it may be a little easier if I don't have my foot on the floor whilst trying to use the Clutch.  You have to understand I have to master this in the area I live which is full of hills, small lanes, tight corners etc.  So today the muscles around my left knee got a good work out.  I may walk a little lopsided but the theory of Clutch Control is becoming a little more real. 

I will master driving, pass my test and then I will have the difficult task of deciding which type of Beetle to buy.  New

 Or Classic.

Which one will suit my surfing-type lifestyle?  I can imagine packing up the suit and boards in the back, tootling along the road to the beach for a quick ride of the waves and finish off with a long leisurely Barbecue on the beach.

Or maybe not but a girl can dream, can she?