Well I've been 10 mins trying to remember my password, it's been that long since I was on here. I've had a bad cold which is now on my chest, so I'm struggling to breathe. I've had a week off work, apart from a couple of hours when I thought I felt better but obviously wasn't and went home feeling a right wimp.
So I've little to talk about, having been inactive all week. Seen a lot of TV, slept here and there and done virtually no housework. How boring. I'm going back to work tomorrow, I'm still not right, but I can't do with the boredom and inactivity, or that I'll be dropping in the league tables. Seen little of Chloe, Rob has been at work or asleep, and hasn't helped with housework which has really pigged me off.
We've been discussing next years holiday. We've booked time off in July for our Austrian trip. Damn me if we didn't forget that the holiday is booked during Chloe's birthday. And I'm not kidding, it didn't occur to either of us. I wish I had thought of it !! We asked Chloe to stay here for the fortnight and look after dogs and cat, and then she can have a birthday party here. Sounds cool to me, but she didn't seem keen. We'll have to keep working on her. Steve and I had loads of parties when mum and dad were away. Part of my evil side wants her to stay here for the fortnight, have a party and have a few things go wrong so that I can get annoyed with her, but mainly I'd like it if she could take on the responsibility and look after the house and the dogs and have no major problems just enjoy the experience
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Wednesday 18 November
Well it's over a week since my last rant, and I've little to add. Having said that, my minor moans are always worth venting. If you get bored, please just skip ahead.
Last time I left you, I was explaining that because Chloe hadn't done her own washing up I'd moved it up to her bedroom. Suprise, suprise, all the glasses are still up there, although she has moved them, to make some space for her lap top. We've barely seen her this week, because she stayed at her mums or at Matt's. Fine by me, but I do need to know how many people I'm cooking tea for. So she bobbed round for Sunday lunch, this follows on from last week asking us to cook a roast dinner and me saying we'd do it the following weekend. So she arrived just in time for tea, but luckily we were running late, so Rob got her to mash the potatoes and I got her to lay the table. We had tea, which was pleasant, little to comment on, then sat and watched a bit of TV, until Rob could collect Matt for her at 8.00pm when he finished work. Rob and Chloe bickered and winged at each other all the time. Very annoying, don't they know how to be friends with each other? No obviously not.
Rob collected Matt, for whom we had plated up a dinner, we watched more TV and they went to bed a few mins before us. So what am I annoyed about? Despite cooking her the meal she wanted, collecting Matt from Macca D's and preparing his tea as well, they didn't offer to do any washing up. The bomb that had hit our kitchen exploded in a way as to cause maximum washing up, debris everywhere and had left food on Matt's plate that hadn't even been scraped off. Our house is small, with two usuable bedrooms, but no facilities for providing a hotel service and no space to house a live in maid. I think Chloe was a Princess in a former life.
I've invited my friend Jayne over for Saturday night, it's our turn to cook for Steve and Donna, so I'm adding an extra guest. Jayne lives in Chesterfield, we're extremely good friends, yet see each other rarely, only talking on the phone once in a blue moon. I explained to Chloe that I was inviting Jane over and that she would need to tidy her room out - it's not her weekend to stay, she'll be at her mums. Chloe of course wont do anything about it. As I am no longer fooled by her attempts to consider helping out, I've come up with two cunning plans. Firstly I suggested to Jayne that she and I stop over in the caravan, this makes it far more girly and means we wont bore Rob with our incessant chatter. Obviously I wont need Chloe's bedroom by doing it this way. Secondly I will threaten Chloe that as she hasn't cleared her room, I will be putting everything in black bin liners so that I can tidy her room, and so that Jayne can stay over, and I will hide the bags in the little box room. There is no way that I will do this, Jayne and I in the caravan will be much more fun, but Chloe doesn't need to know this, having said that a number of items put into half a dozen carrier bags might be quite therapeutic for me, and then I can say, that I ran out of time to finish off, so we stayed in the caravan, but she will now have to sort out the mess I left in her room.
Dinner for Saturday night, I intend to do fish, I'm wanting something healthy, easy to cook and prepare, but I've not really experimented with fish much. I've choses Seared Scallops with roasted tomato salsa as a starter and from Jamie Oliver, roasted white fish wrapped in smoked bacon with lemon mayo and asparagus, served with a rosti. I'm going to get Rob to make pudding and if anything goes wrong I'll nip to the chippy
Last time I left you, I was explaining that because Chloe hadn't done her own washing up I'd moved it up to her bedroom. Suprise, suprise, all the glasses are still up there, although she has moved them, to make some space for her lap top. We've barely seen her this week, because she stayed at her mums or at Matt's. Fine by me, but I do need to know how many people I'm cooking tea for. So she bobbed round for Sunday lunch, this follows on from last week asking us to cook a roast dinner and me saying we'd do it the following weekend. So she arrived just in time for tea, but luckily we were running late, so Rob got her to mash the potatoes and I got her to lay the table. We had tea, which was pleasant, little to comment on, then sat and watched a bit of TV, until Rob could collect Matt for her at 8.00pm when he finished work. Rob and Chloe bickered and winged at each other all the time. Very annoying, don't they know how to be friends with each other? No obviously not.
Rob collected Matt, for whom we had plated up a dinner, we watched more TV and they went to bed a few mins before us. So what am I annoyed about? Despite cooking her the meal she wanted, collecting Matt from Macca D's and preparing his tea as well, they didn't offer to do any washing up. The bomb that had hit our kitchen exploded in a way as to cause maximum washing up, debris everywhere and had left food on Matt's plate that hadn't even been scraped off. Our house is small, with two usuable bedrooms, but no facilities for providing a hotel service and no space to house a live in maid. I think Chloe was a Princess in a former life.
I've invited my friend Jayne over for Saturday night, it's our turn to cook for Steve and Donna, so I'm adding an extra guest. Jayne lives in Chesterfield, we're extremely good friends, yet see each other rarely, only talking on the phone once in a blue moon. I explained to Chloe that I was inviting Jane over and that she would need to tidy her room out - it's not her weekend to stay, she'll be at her mums. Chloe of course wont do anything about it. As I am no longer fooled by her attempts to consider helping out, I've come up with two cunning plans. Firstly I suggested to Jayne that she and I stop over in the caravan, this makes it far more girly and means we wont bore Rob with our incessant chatter. Obviously I wont need Chloe's bedroom by doing it this way. Secondly I will threaten Chloe that as she hasn't cleared her room, I will be putting everything in black bin liners so that I can tidy her room, and so that Jayne can stay over, and I will hide the bags in the little box room. There is no way that I will do this, Jayne and I in the caravan will be much more fun, but Chloe doesn't need to know this, having said that a number of items put into half a dozen carrier bags might be quite therapeutic for me, and then I can say, that I ran out of time to finish off, so we stayed in the caravan, but she will now have to sort out the mess I left in her room.
Dinner for Saturday night, I intend to do fish, I'm wanting something healthy, easy to cook and prepare, but I've not really experimented with fish much. I've choses Seared Scallops with roasted tomato salsa as a starter and from Jamie Oliver, roasted white fish wrapped in smoked bacon with lemon mayo and asparagus, served with a rosti. I'm going to get Rob to make pudding and if anything goes wrong I'll nip to the chippy
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Tuesday 10 November
I'm in a rant mood, you'll be pleased to hear.
This weekend Chloe was supposed to move into the caravan, but she had a busy week and didn't get sorted so it's been put back. I thought I'd have loads to talk about there, but no sorry, nothing. However she's made up for it in other ways.
On Sunday I didn't feel brill, nothing much, just tired and feeling as though a cold was starting, headache and a bit dizzy. So I spent much of the day in bed, but forced myself to get up and do the shopping, clear dog much (no-one else will do it) and vaccuum (ditto). Chloe decided to come with Rob and I to Tesco as she needed somethings (hairspray for herself and biscuits for her younger brother). mm perhaps needed is too strong a word.
Stood in Tesco we discussed what we were having that night for tea, bearing in mind this was gone 1.00pm, Chloe suggested Sunday roast. No way says I, I feel crap and I aint spending ages cooking a big dinner at this time of the day, I'll do that next week. More suggestions, finally Chloe suggests pork stir fry and she'll cook it. Not an opportunity to miss even though Rob isn't enamoured with a stir fry. We got pork out of freezer, 4 large pieces that just needed trimming down. From the butcher, nice quality. Unfortunately by the time we were ready for the tea to be cooked the pork wasn't defrosted. Me, still feeling crap, decides a Chinese might cure me instead. Chloe says, lovely, I'll cook tomorrow night instead.
Monday, I go to a Keep Fat class with sister in law Donna. So I dash in from work, change and go back out. As I'm leaving I check with Chloe that she's still OK to cook tea. Yes no problem, I've had mine already, she replies, but I didn't fancy a stir fry, so had something out of a tin instead. In other words, something to heat up in a pan, not something that needed cooking. Oh well, get it prepared, says I, and you can start cooking the stir fry when I get back.
Leap forward just over an hour. I walk in to find, she's only cut up the pork. Nothing else, has been done. Now in fairness with a stir fry, it all goes in the pan, there is very little else to prepare. However, as we'd all including Matt had a takeaway the night before and she'd already had her tea, there were no pots washed and no cutlery. I dash off for my shower and leave her to organise, shredding the carrots for the stir fry and mentioning lack of plates.
10 mins later Rob arrives home and argues with Chloe about her preparation of shredding the carrots. She had grated them, which Rob said would turn to mush in the pan, they needed to be made into Juliennes instead. Huge argument over something so petty, she walks off in a strop as does Rob, and I then at about 8.30 have to wash up and then cook tea. As you can imagine I'm not happy.
Later I ask her to wash up her pots from her tea and the dozen or so glasses she has accumulated over the last couple of weeks or more, and not washed up. "Can I do it in the morning, as I don't start college till around 11." Again, I'm disappointed as the mess is still sat there and she doesn't have a good track record of doing what she offers to do. I say fine, so long as she also makes sure any rubbish in her room, gets put in the bin, as it's bin day Wednesday morning and I'll be putting the bins out. I've come home tonight and nothing has been done. Nor will it be, I shall put all those glasses in her room and the dead flowers that have been in her room for a couple of months can stay there as well. And everything can be mouldy in her room.
Rant over. I'm off
This weekend Chloe was supposed to move into the caravan, but she had a busy week and didn't get sorted so it's been put back. I thought I'd have loads to talk about there, but no sorry, nothing. However she's made up for it in other ways.
On Sunday I didn't feel brill, nothing much, just tired and feeling as though a cold was starting, headache and a bit dizzy. So I spent much of the day in bed, but forced myself to get up and do the shopping, clear dog much (no-one else will do it) and vaccuum (ditto). Chloe decided to come with Rob and I to Tesco as she needed somethings (hairspray for herself and biscuits for her younger brother). mm perhaps needed is too strong a word.
Stood in Tesco we discussed what we were having that night for tea, bearing in mind this was gone 1.00pm, Chloe suggested Sunday roast. No way says I, I feel crap and I aint spending ages cooking a big dinner at this time of the day, I'll do that next week. More suggestions, finally Chloe suggests pork stir fry and she'll cook it. Not an opportunity to miss even though Rob isn't enamoured with a stir fry. We got pork out of freezer, 4 large pieces that just needed trimming down. From the butcher, nice quality. Unfortunately by the time we were ready for the tea to be cooked the pork wasn't defrosted. Me, still feeling crap, decides a Chinese might cure me instead. Chloe says, lovely, I'll cook tomorrow night instead.
Monday, I go to a Keep Fat class with sister in law Donna. So I dash in from work, change and go back out. As I'm leaving I check with Chloe that she's still OK to cook tea. Yes no problem, I've had mine already, she replies, but I didn't fancy a stir fry, so had something out of a tin instead. In other words, something to heat up in a pan, not something that needed cooking. Oh well, get it prepared, says I, and you can start cooking the stir fry when I get back.
Leap forward just over an hour. I walk in to find, she's only cut up the pork. Nothing else, has been done. Now in fairness with a stir fry, it all goes in the pan, there is very little else to prepare. However, as we'd all including Matt had a takeaway the night before and she'd already had her tea, there were no pots washed and no cutlery. I dash off for my shower and leave her to organise, shredding the carrots for the stir fry and mentioning lack of plates.
10 mins later Rob arrives home and argues with Chloe about her preparation of shredding the carrots. She had grated them, which Rob said would turn to mush in the pan, they needed to be made into Juliennes instead. Huge argument over something so petty, she walks off in a strop as does Rob, and I then at about 8.30 have to wash up and then cook tea. As you can imagine I'm not happy.
Later I ask her to wash up her pots from her tea and the dozen or so glasses she has accumulated over the last couple of weeks or more, and not washed up. "Can I do it in the morning, as I don't start college till around 11." Again, I'm disappointed as the mess is still sat there and she doesn't have a good track record of doing what she offers to do. I say fine, so long as she also makes sure any rubbish in her room, gets put in the bin, as it's bin day Wednesday morning and I'll be putting the bins out. I've come home tonight and nothing has been done. Nor will it be, I shall put all those glasses in her room and the dead flowers that have been in her room for a couple of months can stay there as well. And everything can be mouldy in her room.
Rant over. I'm off
Friday, 6 November 2009
Friday 6 Nov
I'm going to retell the Nolan story that I tried to type up last night but then lost the whole bally thing before I saved it. Doh.
Joanne T, at work, is a huge fan of The Nolan's. So 10 of us went on Wednesday night, to see them in concert. It was a great night, starting with Coleen and Shane Ritchie's sons, Shane and Jake as the warm up act, short intermission, then the 4 sisters with a group of male dancers. The whole show was a success, they can all still sing well, and move around. They all took a turn at a solo, and their harmonies were lovely. But the most entertaining part was people watching. Sally and I laughed all night, mainly at cavorting to the music with so much gusto. Then there was the lady who worked for Doncaster Dome showing people to their seats, which she regularly got wrong. Sally had 3 different people sat next to her as this lady moved people around. Then she told people off for dancing and taking photo's, and to cap it all, whilst showing someone to their seat, and walking along an isle using her torch, she tripped up and went flying face down. What a laugh. Well we thought it was.
We didn't have Chloe last week, it was half term and she spent it with Matt at her grandparents in Rotherham. Chloe is a mixed up kid and struggles with her feelings for her family and herself. Whilst at Rotherham, she sat and wrote her dad a letter about her feelings us all and how she fits in. She struggles to talk face to face preferring to text us, but this was something that was longer than 10 texts.
Basically, she is unhappy with her life, and is suffering depression. She started with me, the house is always a tip. True, I can't argue with that. I'm too sarcastic to her. Yes I am, but I hold a load back and bite my tongue, and when I know she's upset I'm nice to her. And perhaps if she were to show that she wanted to be part of the family, and do things, and join in, I'm sure I'd be a lot nicer to her. Wouldn't I?
Then she laid into her mother, Helen, and her partner Gary. I got off mildly. Helen and Gary drink, then they argue and then they turn it around to being about Chloe or it's her fault. Well this is how it's been explained to me. Gary swears and turns nasty. I do agree that she is a pain, but his language is atrocious and not suitable for a 20 year old, never mind a 16 year old and all the years up to now. Helen, unfortunately sides with Gary, so Chloe feels that no one wants her around.
I'm more than happy to have her around. She's not a bad kid, I just don't understand her much of the time, and I feel as though I've been explaining the same things to her for years and she still doesn't listen.
My biggest gripe, is her lack of hygiene. I've known her for almost 6 years now, and I still struggle to get her to have a shower every day and brush her teeth. And yet she makes me feel as though I'm asking her to clear the dog muck every day instead. One day I came in from work around 6.45 ish, she was sat watching the TV. Fine, but I had tea to prepare and cook , and wash up, she never once offered to help me just continued to watch the TV. Now why would that be. I was still busy cooking and washing when her dad got home at 8.15ish and I had to ask him to help me, so that I could get changed out of my uniform. At 8.30 she had the cheek to ask how long tea would be. Then she wonders why I'm sarcastic.
A few years ago, Rob was away at the time. she stayed with me for about a week, and she went out one day with her friend Emily. It poured it down and when she got home, she stripped off her wet clothes and left them at the bottom of the stairs. Literally. I had to step over them to climb the stairs when I got in. The clothes were still sat there four days later. In the end I asked her about them. What did she intend to do about her wet trousers. She had no idea what I was talking about, which I got annoyed with her about, because she also had had to step over them. How on earth could she not know what I meant about wet trousers. For goodness sake.
Anyway back to the letter, which from reading, I realised she is struggling with depression. One of her suggestions would be that she move out to Matt's house, but that would never happen. After a week she'd be pining to come home. So after we had all talked to her about her letter, I suggested to Rob that we let her move into the caravan for the next few months. Well at least while it's cold weather. She'll have plenty of storage and hanging space. and she can cook her own tea and do her own washing up. Then she can see what it's like to run her own place. She wouldn't be stopped from coming into the house of course, as she would need us for the toilet and the shower. She can come in and watch TV with us or in the caravan and please herself. She can even have friends stop over with her. Obvioulsy Matt is included in all this. I'm hoping she will learn to be more independent this way. She's trying to grow up far quicker than myself and my peers ever did, so this fits in nicely for her.
Our task for this weekend then, is to prepare the caravan for her. We've plastic plates and cups in the van, so I'll be buying her, her own set of crockery.
I think the next few weeks are going to be very interesting, so please keep on reading. I'm sure you'll enjoy it
Joanne T, at work, is a huge fan of The Nolan's. So 10 of us went on Wednesday night, to see them in concert. It was a great night, starting with Coleen and Shane Ritchie's sons, Shane and Jake as the warm up act, short intermission, then the 4 sisters with a group of male dancers. The whole show was a success, they can all still sing well, and move around. They all took a turn at a solo, and their harmonies were lovely. But the most entertaining part was people watching. Sally and I laughed all night, mainly at cavorting to the music with so much gusto. Then there was the lady who worked for Doncaster Dome showing people to their seats, which she regularly got wrong. Sally had 3 different people sat next to her as this lady moved people around. Then she told people off for dancing and taking photo's, and to cap it all, whilst showing someone to their seat, and walking along an isle using her torch, she tripped up and went flying face down. What a laugh. Well we thought it was.
We didn't have Chloe last week, it was half term and she spent it with Matt at her grandparents in Rotherham. Chloe is a mixed up kid and struggles with her feelings for her family and herself. Whilst at Rotherham, she sat and wrote her dad a letter about her feelings us all and how she fits in. She struggles to talk face to face preferring to text us, but this was something that was longer than 10 texts.
Basically, she is unhappy with her life, and is suffering depression. She started with me, the house is always a tip. True, I can't argue with that. I'm too sarcastic to her. Yes I am, but I hold a load back and bite my tongue, and when I know she's upset I'm nice to her. And perhaps if she were to show that she wanted to be part of the family, and do things, and join in, I'm sure I'd be a lot nicer to her. Wouldn't I?
Then she laid into her mother, Helen, and her partner Gary. I got off mildly. Helen and Gary drink, then they argue and then they turn it around to being about Chloe or it's her fault. Well this is how it's been explained to me. Gary swears and turns nasty. I do agree that she is a pain, but his language is atrocious and not suitable for a 20 year old, never mind a 16 year old and all the years up to now. Helen, unfortunately sides with Gary, so Chloe feels that no one wants her around.
I'm more than happy to have her around. She's not a bad kid, I just don't understand her much of the time, and I feel as though I've been explaining the same things to her for years and she still doesn't listen.
My biggest gripe, is her lack of hygiene. I've known her for almost 6 years now, and I still struggle to get her to have a shower every day and brush her teeth. And yet she makes me feel as though I'm asking her to clear the dog muck every day instead. One day I came in from work around 6.45 ish, she was sat watching the TV. Fine, but I had tea to prepare and cook , and wash up, she never once offered to help me just continued to watch the TV. Now why would that be. I was still busy cooking and washing when her dad got home at 8.15ish and I had to ask him to help me, so that I could get changed out of my uniform. At 8.30 she had the cheek to ask how long tea would be. Then she wonders why I'm sarcastic.
A few years ago, Rob was away at the time. she stayed with me for about a week, and she went out one day with her friend Emily. It poured it down and when she got home, she stripped off her wet clothes and left them at the bottom of the stairs. Literally. I had to step over them to climb the stairs when I got in. The clothes were still sat there four days later. In the end I asked her about them. What did she intend to do about her wet trousers. She had no idea what I was talking about, which I got annoyed with her about, because she also had had to step over them. How on earth could she not know what I meant about wet trousers. For goodness sake.
Anyway back to the letter, which from reading, I realised she is struggling with depression. One of her suggestions would be that she move out to Matt's house, but that would never happen. After a week she'd be pining to come home. So after we had all talked to her about her letter, I suggested to Rob that we let her move into the caravan for the next few months. Well at least while it's cold weather. She'll have plenty of storage and hanging space. and she can cook her own tea and do her own washing up. Then she can see what it's like to run her own place. She wouldn't be stopped from coming into the house of course, as she would need us for the toilet and the shower. She can come in and watch TV with us or in the caravan and please herself. She can even have friends stop over with her. Obvioulsy Matt is included in all this. I'm hoping she will learn to be more independent this way. She's trying to grow up far quicker than myself and my peers ever did, so this fits in nicely for her.
Our task for this weekend then, is to prepare the caravan for her. We've plastic plates and cups in the van, so I'll be buying her, her own set of crockery.
I think the next few weeks are going to be very interesting, so please keep on reading. I'm sure you'll enjoy it
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Thursday 5 November
Spent the last 40 mins telling you all about The Nolan sisters at the Doncaster Dome and I've lost it. It's time to sort tea out now. I'm not impressed. No idea when I'll get back on here, but I've so much to tell you
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Thurs 29 Oct
Sat listening to Chris Evans whilst tapping away, but he's distracting, I can't do both at the same time. I've decided to come clean with real names. For those of you who know me, it will come as no suprise that Cindy is Chloe and Ben is Rob. Miss Gulch, well she was the wicked witch in Wizard of Oz, make you're own mind up about that. and yes I work for the Halifax.
I went to visit my friend Chris last night, he lives round the corner from me, but it was the first time I'd been to his house, and the last as he's moving to Halifax next week. He's still working with us, but it wont be customer facing, just technology testing. Halifax is taking on the Lloyds counter system next February, he told me, so he's testing the system to make sure it will work. I wasn't impressed with what he told me, the Lloyds system is acknowledged as not being as good as ours, but instead of putting them onto our system, they need to rush the whole thing through and put ours onto theirs so that the European Monopolies Commission (i'm not sure I've got the right title there) can't break our new bank up. It's all political and not good news for the staff, who work at the coal face.
My other friend Chris, probably my best friend, is going on holiday with Caroline on Monday to the Dominican Republic. One week of fantastic weather, and beautiful beaches. I'm only slightly jealous. I've had plenty of holidays this year, and he deserves it.
We went to Austria this year, I know I'm beginning to become like Jackie and Andy. Same old place, over and over again. But at least we stop at different towns, not the same hotel every year. This years trip was a debacle. We took Chloe and her friend Lauren and my brother and his partner, Steve and Donna.
Chloe and Rob bickered, argued and were aggressive to each other, all the time, it ruined the holiday for all of us. Chloe sulked and cried. Rob shouted, swore and smacked her. We just sat back and watched the show. Poor Lauren was so embarrassed, and didn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't take Chloe's side because Chloe was in the wrong, but at the same time, she had to spend her time with her and not look like she was siding with the adults.
Definately my worst holiday ever. I hadn't wanted Chloe to come in the first place, financially we're not in a good position to pay for her and Lauren. I had just wanted Steve and Donna to come with us, but no I'm soft and relented.
I've let it go though, I'm not dwelling on it. But be assured, if there were any funny stories to tell I'd share them. I just don't remember anything funny happening.
We've booked the time off work for next year. All we have to do now is decide were in Austria to go.
I'm going now, not seen Chloe in days, so i've nothing to rant about, so this reads too boring and I need to keep you bought into this blog. I don't want you giving up on this.
I think I'll try and add some photo's
I went to visit my friend Chris last night, he lives round the corner from me, but it was the first time I'd been to his house, and the last as he's moving to Halifax next week. He's still working with us, but it wont be customer facing, just technology testing. Halifax is taking on the Lloyds counter system next February, he told me, so he's testing the system to make sure it will work. I wasn't impressed with what he told me, the Lloyds system is acknowledged as not being as good as ours, but instead of putting them onto our system, they need to rush the whole thing through and put ours onto theirs so that the European Monopolies Commission (i'm not sure I've got the right title there) can't break our new bank up. It's all political and not good news for the staff, who work at the coal face.
My other friend Chris, probably my best friend, is going on holiday with Caroline on Monday to the Dominican Republic. One week of fantastic weather, and beautiful beaches. I'm only slightly jealous. I've had plenty of holidays this year, and he deserves it.
We went to Austria this year, I know I'm beginning to become like Jackie and Andy. Same old place, over and over again. But at least we stop at different towns, not the same hotel every year. This years trip was a debacle. We took Chloe and her friend Lauren and my brother and his partner, Steve and Donna.
Chloe and Rob bickered, argued and were aggressive to each other, all the time, it ruined the holiday for all of us. Chloe sulked and cried. Rob shouted, swore and smacked her. We just sat back and watched the show. Poor Lauren was so embarrassed, and didn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't take Chloe's side because Chloe was in the wrong, but at the same time, she had to spend her time with her and not look like she was siding with the adults.
Definately my worst holiday ever. I hadn't wanted Chloe to come in the first place, financially we're not in a good position to pay for her and Lauren. I had just wanted Steve and Donna to come with us, but no I'm soft and relented.
I've let it go though, I'm not dwelling on it. But be assured, if there were any funny stories to tell I'd share them. I just don't remember anything funny happening.
We've booked the time off work for next year. All we have to do now is decide were in Austria to go.
I'm going now, not seen Chloe in days, so i've nothing to rant about, so this reads too boring and I need to keep you bought into this blog. I don't want you giving up on this.
I think I'll try and add some photo's
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Day 3 part 3
Next time I need to come up with a better title than Day 3 etc. I'll choose a topic instead. Ben has just rung me from work, I'm doing liver, onions, gravy, mash and cabbage for tea, but I've still got washing up from Saturday night to do so I'm putting keyboard aside to do some work, well I will in a minute. Because he is the best cook in the world, or our house at least, he has to tell me how to cook everything, and the order for it, I'm sure that if we could have a video link from our kitchen to his work he would be sat at his desk, doing whatever he does, and instructing me on how to peel the potatoes, which size pan to use, if I've put enough salt in the water etc etc, zzzzz zzzzz zz, yes I fall asleep sometimes listening to him.
Goodnews, Cindy wasn't here last night or tonight, she's at her grandparents, who she loves dearly, but whom I hate with a vengeance.
Goodnews, Cindy wasn't here last night or tonight, she's at her grandparents, who she loves dearly, but whom I hate with a vengeance.
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