Pete and Dud and Neil and Katy..

So I have fettled the house and walked the Toast and now is time for a little more amusement to chase the screaming meanies away.  I love Neil Gaiman’s books and I found this courtesy of my friend Katy’s blog, hope you enjoy..

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Almost the first thing I saw when I opened my lap top this morning was a link sent to me by a friend the contents of which purported to be horribly hilarious . Now, normally that would go straight in the bin but as this particular friend and I share a similar sense of humour I thought I would check it out.

I couldn’t even read the whole thing because I was seriously worried I was going to do myself an injury by laughing too hard and too long.  I waited till I got home from work to read a little more – still couldn’t finish it.

So here is the link for you my friends – hope you haven’t read it before but if so, it’s still funny a second time..think of it as a Solstice present to you all.

The 25 Funniest AutoCorrects of 2012

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one more sleep..

The Grubby Wurzel..

On Friday we went to Hereford so I could rustle through the charity shops and Mr T could walk the Toast along the river bank. So far, so usual.. until that is Toastie discovered something buried in the mud at the side of the river..


She just knew that the Saxon Hoard was buried in there somewhere..

 

What a little darlin..

Oh well - better luck next time..

chain reaction..

I came across Mark Steel when we moved to the UK the first time in 2003.  He was on the radio with a series called The Mark Steel Lectures where he argued for the importance of particular historical figures, fascinating AND funny. I loved it.

I would have posted a video of one of the  lectures  from the t.v. version off You Tube but it won’t let me embed for some reason, so you will have to check them out for yourself.

Today we tuned in to listen to Chain Reaction on BBC Radio Four and were pleased to discover that Mark Steel was being interviewed by the equally brilliant Kevin Eldon – if you are in need of a laugh you can find it here for the next 6 days.

Oh and a photo of me wearing my latest creation 🙂

My neighbour who obligingly took the photo had just said "Nice tits"

@£@%^$^$$%£$@*&*(**!@$!!!!

So..

Outside it is doing its darndest to snow and inside I am hiding away from the world – for its own sake I might add.

I awoke this morning psychopathically  hormonial (my word).  I discovered the psychopathic part when I attempted to cash a NZ fifty dollar note firstly at the post office and then at the bank.  Mr T had unthinkingly buggered off to work with all the finances and as it is market day I thought to exchange my Christmas money for real money and buy some necessaries and maybe the odd unnecessary. It had taken quite a lot of effort to get myself out the door and I had promised myself an almond croissant from the french bakers stall for being a good girl.

Blood arose in front of my eyes as the pleasant lady behind the counter told me that there is nowhere in Hay that will cash the note and that I would need to go to Hereford – an hours bus trip away……….  FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!  FUCKETY, FUCKETY FUCK!!

So I went home

For tea and cake and crochet

And not to deal with this, which is difficult in a room this small..

And then a very kind person sent me this

and this

Until next time – aint life grand?

How Not to Have a Sex Life and Other Stories..

I have had a long day but thought to blog about some of the things I missed out yesterday.  No photos this time though.. (well, maybe one).

Firstly , and astoundingly,  I am mentally well for the first time in ages – this is wonderful and I am trying to enjoy every moment.  I had been having a go with a new antidepressant called Sertraline (a SSRI also called Zoloft), which seemed to work well for me.  After a while however I ran into a wee problem that is apparently common for many of us poor bastards on SSRIs, and is also responsible for large amounts of people not completing their course of treatment. Which is what has happened to me, except I have stayed well – long may it last!!

I had been meaning to  write about this problem for some time but could never get my head around exactly what I was going to say without giving too much information.  Then when I was paying a visit to one of my favourite bloggers  I came across her post on the same subject – and here it is. .  Why reinvent the wheel huh? And she says it so much better than I could.  It is really interesting reading some of the post comments as well.

I first came across Dooce’s (Heather Armstrong’s) blog when I became aware after four years, that the mystery illness I was suffering from was actually depression.  She had been through the hell of post-partum depression and was so badly affected that she had ended up in a psych unit.

I love her blog for many reasons, not the least being that she shows it is possible to be on  depression meds and still have a lovely life.   Also because she and her husband John strongly remind me that not all Americans are bonkers – Oh and because she takes photos of her dog Chuck with objects balanced on his head.. well maybe she is bonkers, but in a nice way..

Chuck

One of the most helpful things that I came across in my research about depression was information about mindfulness, which is why I go on about it so much.  The book I probably found the most helpful is called The Mindful Way Through Depression,  another is called The Noonday Demon – An Anatomy of Depression by Andrew Solomon.    This weekends Guardian bought an article by Tim Parks who has just had a book published called Teach Us To Sit Still, A Sceptic’s Guide to Health and Healing, which I found really interesting for his discovery of how mindfulness/meditation helped him with his illness.  It is on my Amazon Wish List.

Sunday’s Observer bought a wonderful interview with Christophoer Hitchens which can be read here, for anyone who is a fan of the man..

And last but nowhere near least, is the podcast which features Terry Pratchett and Jacqueline Wilson in conversation on the subject of folklore.  So if you are after a little insight into the writing of the Discworld Novels  and/or just plain fascinated as I am, in how humans seem to really need to invent and tell ourselves stories, go and have a listen.

The Pants of a Clown..

I have been keeping it a little bit quiet, but I have been sewing myself a pair of wide leg trousers.

As you may recall from earlier posts, due to a childhood trauma (caused by my complete crapness at the art), sewing and I do not see eye to eye.  Since those days I have studiously avoided it whilst keeping an envious eye on those who knew how.

Anyhoo  – in the last few months the feeling has crept upon me that it might just be possible that my earlier crapness may have just been callow youthfulness and maybe, just maybe, I might not be quite so ham fisted as I thought.

Queue visit to material shop with Phillipa my birth mother (the adopted mother being far too impatient to teach me).  Cloth purchased, extremely simple pattern chosen, I made a shaky start and have, over the last couple of days, managed to put together a recognizable pair of pant.  The trouble is they are huge – really huge.  I could fit another person in with me without wrestling.   Queue gales of laughter as I tried them on..  (and no, you are not seeing a photo).

Still, better too large than too small huh?  And Phillipa is visiting me tomorrow so a little remedial tutorial may be the order of the day  😉

I will show you a photo when they are presentable.