BT bill

So BT have been 'policeing" me and discovered Im using more gigs or something than I was paying for on my Broadband option plan! Bollocks, I have to pay a huge bill before I move. When I asked what would happen if I just didn't pay because it was unfair; the horrid Indian man told me they would cut me off and take me to court, in his drole voice read straight from a manuscript, this was after I had hurled abuse at him and his tone never failed to alter, thus making me even more angry at him. Poor man just doing his job!!! Go and be a debt collector, a traffic warden, you would enjoy that!!!
In 15 minutes Im getting my 3 piece suite collected by a charity helping poor people, because its too cottagey for my new home, now I'M poor maybe they can supply me with a nice leather sofa! So no sofa, no TV, as my ariel lead was cut by the lawnmower and Im not forking out more money to repair it when I'm leaving in 2 weeks, hmmmm my evenings will be interesting. Bring on the wine I say!!

druids

everyone seems to accept my reasons for moving, forget the impulse, the boredom of the same layout for TWO years, its normal, cough cough.
Feel abit guilty to my lovely neighbours, the druids.
They appear in shrouds climbing down the moorland in their bare feet and eating lettuce, and I am serious, I look after their cat when they go to tree conventions, sneak a look in the fridge, hoping they havn't laid the stray hair trap, and all they eat is dried stuff,
wrinkly stuff, houmos, beans, it isn't normal, yet she has the figure to die for even in her tie die, so it must work.
I will miss them, they are lovely natural people but elderberry wine doesn't compensate for the fun I will have in town.

on the move again

so the thatched dream cottage lasted 2 years exactly, no chickens, no apron, got the wellies though! just damp walls, slugs in the biscuit tin, a broken trampoline, and no social life and a debt similar to the 3rd world. So I am now moving into town, near all my lovely new friends and school, to a Cath Kidston style decor, all the horse brasses, gold guilt frames and rugs have been banished to the charity shop and the ikea search is on at the Red Cross shop! Cant wait for my new lifestyle, again!!
Been turbulant year, my dear mother lost her life to cancer suddenly, I had cervical cancer, now ok, and my 25 year friendship, to my dear friend, partner in crime, soulmate came to abrupt end last week when she killed herself.
On the plus I have been to Corfu with sis and visited my bro In New York where he lives and was treated like a queen.
I shall be taking Charlie the cat with me, obviously, he will be the only party who will shed a tear when we wave goodbye.

the lost cat

I have a stupid confession to make, I got a cat because it's a rural thing to do, and I got him a nice basket and a knitted blanket and he was going to be fed on dry complete food and be all healthy, and he ran off after 2 hrs here. He sneaked past me at the open door and legged it, and ran away with my dreams of becoming a smallholder!!! I can't even advertise that he is lost because the landlord doesn't allow pets!!!! I know some might think it's dead irrisponsible of me, but I grew up with cats, and was brought up in the country so I know what's involved, but it wasn't my fault he left, and coz he left so early on in the relationship, he doesn's know this is his home. I leave food out for him nightly, and he is microchipped to me, so I expect I just wait a month for a phone call from the local vets who have traced him to me through microchip, and I pay a £300 vet bill for emaciation!!! Baby is gutted, he thought it wa shis cat and he just keeps asking for him so I say he has gone for a really longwalk. If he doesn't come back I swear no pets ever again!!!

IM HERE< IN MY DREAM HOUSE

Oh my god, it has been so long, coz all sorts have happened. I moved into the dream thatched cottage!!!!! I DID IT, all single handedly, all myself!!! No man required!!! It is my ultimate dream house and still can't believe it's mine. I have grown veggy's, Ive bought all new stuff, like paintings, and persian rugs and cushiones, it's all cottagy things rather than suburban house decor. My daughter had a spinal operation the same week I was booked for moving, and it was awful, went through hell waiting for the operation and her recovery, but she has done so well and now a month on is virtually back to normal, amazing considering the gravity of the operation. Whata brave litttle soul she was, It was heartbreaking seeing her in such pain. All wired up and high on morphine, it was terrible. I am so proud of her. But now we are all happy here, I'm meeting up with old old friends and it seems like all the bad I've been through is worth it now. Odly enough skinny Malinky seemed genuinly sad to see me move, maybe I was wrong about her. I certainly wouldn't hesitiate to invite her down for holidays anyway.

holiday in Dorset and preschool

Havn't been online for ages, what with the house going through slowly and a holiday in Dorset by the sea, I've been tied up. My sister and I rented a cottage with 2 of her friends, and I took baby, leaving the other two with their dad, and enjoyed alcohol free cider and wine with no hangovers. Had a great time, first holiday not drinking. Well done to me. I've been persuading the letting agency what a perfect tenant I would make and clearing out my house and garage ready to move. I am finally getting rid of 70 plus shoes, so they can be sold at the bootsale on Sunday, along with half the house, even though the cottage is bigger than my house now, I want a new start with no clutter.
Baby had his first day at preschool today, and wandered off to school with his docter who bag on his back, looking way too old to go to school. He said he liked it but when I asked if he wanted to go again tomorow he said no!!!

40 days and 40 nights, and a new rural life

40 days sans alcohol!!!!! I'm so proud. I have found a gorgeous big thatched cottage in the village I grew up in, it's all I've ever wanted. I'm viewing it on Wednesday and hopefully noone else will show interest in the meantime, ( I was considering learning how to hack into their website and changing the TO LET to TAKEN, so noone looks at it), and I can move in once my notice is served here, which I think will be 14 days. I hope so much it'll be mine. It's the last cottage at the end of the village, surrounded by moors, ladies collecting eggs in baskets I bet, riding stables, and close to the beach, and has a veggie patch, and little fire places and nooks and crannies. Oh I'm so excited! Please please let it be mine, I'd even sell all my shoes (120) if it meant it could be mine. oh and let me find 2k in 2 weeks, that's another 'small' problem!!
I've started filling in the numerous holes in the walls here, which were caused by my indecisiveness; always moving pictures and shelving around. I've minimised junk, I'm all ready to leave horrible suburbia for a more self sufficient rural life, and there's still plenty of shops in the local town. I can wear big chunky knit cardies and flowery wellies, and buy a spade, and collect wild flowers on the moors, and meet Hugh Fernley Whittingstall, maybe he will fall in love with the new rural me and I can be married to a famous farmer, I'd definately wear wellies then, and wear an apron most of the time, and alcohol wouldn't fit in in a place like that, I'll be drinking homemade elderberry crush no doubt, and reading books on keeping goats. PERFECT.