Baby Number 2 Arrives

Sarah had a baby boy!!!

So now we have Isabelle (from Alice) and Jack (from Sarah). Amazing isn’t it – and pictures of them show that they both have lots of hair :-)

I cleaned out the second hand fish tank today, and also spent some time at mums preparing for Trevor the Gas Man who is coming tomorrow to start the install of the new boiler (gulp). He’s also adding in two radiators, as the flat is huge and only has four. There are none in the kitchen or bathroom – v. cold in winter. I successfully removed the horrible, horrible sliding door from the bathroom today, as I’m putting a bifold door in and adding a towel rail where the door used to go, and Trevor needs access to fit the pipes.

No door on the bathroom for a while, but mum is usually on her own, so this shouldn’t be too much of problem til I can fit the new one.

The flat needs lots of love. Whoever was there before that did all the work and decorating was a total idiot.

In The Garden

I have had the weirdest arm affliction this week. On Wednesday, after spending a couple of hours at the PC, my right arm started to ache. By Thursday it was so bad I could barely move my arm away from my body. Every time I tried to use it, I got a severe, lightning fast, shooting pain all down my arm and then my upper arm ached for ages afterwards.

On Friday it was starting to feel better. I did a run on Saturday, which seemed to help a lot, and today it’s just twinging badly if I move my arm out from my body at about a 45 degree angle. I think I must have crushed or twisted or trapped a nerve or something. I’m glad it’s subsiding, because for 2 days it was so bad I couldn’t even use the computer!

I ran 5km yesterday in 39mins 26 seconds. Steve is running about the same time/distance, so it’s nice to workout at the gym together, even though we’re not breaking any speed records here.

This morning mum and I went to the car boot sale hunting for a bargain. I wasn’t actually going to buy anything, but ended up with a new aquarium for the fish – Bert especially is starting to get a little on the large side for the improved tank we bought earlier this year, so a new home was on the cards at some point.

This was looking to be in the region of £60+, so getting a new tank for £10 was a bargain. The seals are good, and it’s going to be big enough to house them for a few years at least. I’ve also ordered a new hood from an ebay seller, as the one it came with had nowhere to fit a light. We should have it all set up and ready to go within the next 6 weeks or so.

Mum came over this afternoon for some BBQ food, and we showed her our latest neighbours.

Here’s Steve preparing the fire:


Mum eagerly awaiting her lunch:


Neighbour number 1 – he lives on the outside of our patio doors and likes to catch flies in the evening when they are drawn to the kitchen light. He’s beautifully patterned.


Neighbour number 2 – this big guy has taken up residence next door to the compost bin, and trust me – he is soooo much bigger than the picture shows. Steve found a dying housefly and put him in his web. He scampered over and grabbed it as fast as you could blink. Here he is wrapping him up for dinner. As Steve said, if spiders were as big as we are, we wouldn’t stand a chance.

(photo lost in transit)

A Planner or a Doer?

After much thought over the last few days I think I have finally realised what my current limitation is.

I am a planner, not a doer.

I am very good at making lists, starting new projects, envisaging new things… but seeing them through to completion is another thing altogether. Sometimes I don’t even want to start doing something because I know I won’t be able to finish it quickly. So it just sits on my list of personal goals for years and years. I’m really good with imagination, but really poor with commitment. It’s not time management that’s my problem, it’s the fact that after the first flush of excitement I don’t have the discipline to see things through.

Why am I like this? Why does long term commitment to completing a goal or project seem like too much hard work??

I have no idea what the cause is, but I need to find the cure, or I am going to get worse and worse and eventually stop achieving anything at all and end up living in a pigsty and never washing my hair (ok, slight exaggeration there).

Strangely, I don’t suffer the same problem at work. Maybe that’s something to do with the enforced time commitment, but work stuff nearly always gets done.

I’m wondering if my personal goals aren’t SMART enough (Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic, Tangible). I hardly ever break big goals down, I just add them to the ever increasing list and then get disheartened when I don’t know where to start, or start and get disheartened because there is just too much to do.

Maybe I should SMARTise all my goals. Although again, that’s planning, which I like doing.


Rewards don’t work either, because I am the kind of person that indulges as and when, regardless of what I have been doing. Knowing I can eat a pile of ice cream or buy a new pair of shoes whenever I want means I don’t think about it that much and only ever do it occassionally. I don’t really do the guilt thing.

I need to work out a way around this – I love the feeling of finishing something and I need to finish more things.

An aside: I’m missing Steve. I am used to seeing him all day every day :-( .

Hair Removal

Today, my second official day at home, I decided to tackle the subject of HAIR REMOVAL.

Us ladies have hair all over the place that we like to pretend doesn’t exist, and there are many different methods of getting rid of the damn stuff. I have been a razor girl for as long as I can remember, briefly dabbling in depilatory cream as a teenager, except for my bikini line, which I always, always use an epilator on. Bikini bush is never a good look, and after discovering that shaving this area makes you look like a badly plucked chicken (and the regrowth – ouch!), I first turned to sugaring, and finally resorted to electricity and the pain of 1000 tweezers.

I have been doing this for so long now, that it really isn’t that painful anymore, and I am always really pleased with the results. but I have never managed to successfully apply the same technique to my underarms and legs, on which I have always wimped out and used a razor.

I hate the fact that it regrows on my legs in 48 hours, all stubbly and scratchy, and have been meaning to attempt some more sophisticated method for some time.

Yesterday I bought some home wax strips. The instructions are:

1) Make sure your legs are clean and dry
2) Dust lightly with talc
3) Apply strip
4) Don’t hesitate. Pull strip off really fast

The theory being all the hair goes with the strip, leaving behind a nice smooth leg.


I stuck them on my leg, ripped them off… and most of the hairs hadn’t budged. I wondered if using talc was stopping it gripping the hairs, so I tried the other leg without the talc. This time it hurt more, and left a sticky residue on my leg… but still didn’t take many hairs.

I used about 10 strips, and my legs were still only half plucked. It wasn’t really hurting, but I guess that’s because it wasn’t pulling out many hairs. Fed up, I resorted to tweezers and pulled the rest of the hair out by hand.

45 minutes later, I examined under my arms. Not looking too sexy there, so I slapped a wax strip on.

This time when I pulled the strip off, it was AGONIZING.

I looked at the strip – there didn’t seem to be much hair. I looked in the mirror and all the hair was still attached to my armpit. Ah no, not quite – there was a tiny blob of blood where one hair had been successfully extracted. I tried again.


Wax strip still empty.

I tried the other underarm, this time dusting liberally with talc.


Two hairs came out.

Realising this was futile, I dug out the trusty epilator, thus far only used in the experienced area of the bikini bush, and never tested on the uncharted underarm region.

I tried using the epilator, but the hair under my arms is obviously so well attached after 15 years of shaving, it felt like I was being chewed up by a large dog. Not only that but blobs of blood were appearing all over the place and I was starting to worry that electricity might be conducted through my blood from the appliance, a very embarrassing cause of death to be associated with.

My temples were starting to throb, so I gave up with the epilator, wiped the blood away and resorted to the tweezers again.

I spent 15 minutes pulling out all the remaining little bastards, and then smugly admired the reflection of my sore, red, but completely hair free underarms in the mirror.


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