Blackberry Picking

Blackberry picking Sunday at 7pm .....

N joins in reluctantly but with a smile .

Shopping

Ive got my life back and now , as ever , Im a bit manic , as evidenced by working on and almost completing three reports ( which normally take a day each ) by starting at the crack of dawn , working till 4pm when my back ached so much at the pc I had to stop , then Nat and me heading for the metro centre and though we went t for two things only ( one of which we found , the other , the important thing , for D's birthday , not ) acquiring this pile of goodies on the way . Chocolate from a posh shop . We used to have this chocolate delivered once a month but its not good for us or the finances so we stopped , but Oh Bliss to indulge just once more ( as presents , not for us of course ... oh well maybe the £11 slab might be for us ? ) . Face cleansers , called cashmere silk , who could resist that , and some of that Boots No 7 Protect and Survive ( or wa sthat the name of the government campaign to get us all to use condoms a few years back , characterised by gravestones that out the fear of God into me though no one else seemed remotely bothered ) which Ive been psyching ,myself up to for months . A bikini for N some posh deodorant and what more could we want .

We drove home giggling at my attempts to sing Metromission and my pointing of of a womans hairstyle in the car in front of us " look do you see that hair-sticking-out-in-a- pointy-spike" Nat wetting herself "Mum thats called a ponytail " ... pre-senile-dementia again . Oh well . It was fun .

Returning home at seven N announces that I have two nights to sew on her school badge onto the new posh jacket masquerading as school blazer, and to turn up the too long new school trousers , so I set to with the needle and thread though she has to thread for me as my eyes won't do that any more , not even with the new Bargain specs ( the points acquired on my Boots loyalty card having funded the new face creams no less , can't be bad ) . As I sew I plot the next blog , which I write whilst also making a blackberry crumble ( we collected blackberries last night outside the cottage where D used to live before we got him ) . Disaster strikes as I rush to make the entire crumble in three minutes flat before a tv " Silent Witness" begins , and spill blackberry juice all over the surface which stains , horribly and bloodily . N insists on showing D , who is not keen on stains .

Soon my manic post migraine phase will be over . As I keep saying Normal Service will be resumed . But Today has been so much fun .

Kitty " I dont do sharing "

Kitty last night as we watch the Queen , not the Queen the Queen , but " The Queen " the film , in commemoration no doubt of Diana .

As Nat and I watch , happily bingeing on crisps , cheese and biscuits and avocado , a spider the size of a donkey flashes across the carpet right in front of us , heading towards Nat . I yell at her to warn her and she lets out a scream , one of those proper girly screams that Ive never myself been capable of . We shout for D in unison, and he comes from his room at a rate of knots , thinking some disaster has befallen us both ( and all the neighbours too ) . The spider is scooped into the crisp packet , though not before it teeters scarily near his finger .... I turn back to my crisps and say to N... "If we hadn't got D I'd have had to deal with that .." and then we stare at each other , aghast .

MeWars, or is it DWars?

Today I have got my life back . Its been someone or something else' s since almost last Monday .

Kitty ( I don't do sharing ), this morning , watching D trying to explain something to me , whilst holding the telephone receiver in his hand ready to make a call as soon as our conversation was over .
Kitty watches , her head turning from one to the other as she follows the conversation like cats don't . Her fury mounts as she realises that she does not have his full attention and furthermore that after talking to me , he will be on the phone for several minutes and will not be where she wants him , at his desk , working , with her sitting in front of him , head on keyboard doing her thing ( re formatting his documents , mostly ) . As we talk she turns her back purposefully to D , and does a sharp backwards kick at his legs ... Whap! Like a small hare , she has a powerful kick and I giggle as he tells her she cannot get away with this , that he will speak to me if he wants . It takes me a few minutes to work out that the war is not over me , but over Him and his time and attention .
Cats !