Sunday, 26 October 2014

The cold edition - a week on

Hello folks. I'm still with us! The cold did not finish me off - and thank you lovely Bloggy chums for your lovely comments x

The remnants of the cold remain. It's The. Cough. Still non productive. And it's a bit like Pringles. Once you start, you just can't stop. It's gone beyond Tena on the cough scale. . It's now a more worrying Prolapse Inducing Strength. One has to now cross one's legs to stop one's undercarriage bursting forth like a scene out of Alien.

Soooo what's new? I dragged my sorry carcass back to work last Wednesday. The weekend whirled by most quickly due to the fact I spent the whole of Saturday with the Teen, in that there London. We travelled down on the 'Crack of Dawn' train. I snored. On the train! I was tired from not sleeping the night before due that thing where you wake up on the hour every hour because you know you cannot sleep in AND probably because of my Deathscalator angst. You may remember my phobia - posted here thought that I'd just shut my eyes till we get to Crewe and I was at that halfy halfy point of dropping off, when at EXACTLY the same time I was thinking "What IS that noise?" The Teen elbowed me and hissed,
 "Wake up, you are snoring!"
Oh the shame! I asked him how many snores I'd done. He said two!! I think it was rather more a low down snort than a snore because I'd been dreaming about wild boar! ( I'm re watching Lost from the beginning - there's wild boar in that! ) I asked him why he'd  not stopped me at ONE snore??
He said - and this is where I cringed - 'WE', WE( ???? ) didn't know where the noise was coming from!'  With it being dark outside ( another reason why I hate dark mornings ) the train windows effectively become mirrors and you can easily see all your surrounding travellers. I think I must have snored/boar snorted once and everyone was looking at themselves saying what was that???? Before all their eyes settled on me!

Oh the shame!
Anyway we were in London to look at the IFS University College. There were thousands more people than usual because there were Trade Union protests about Low Wages. I nearly had my eye on on several occasions due to their flags on sticks.  I thought I was very brave and professional on the Deathscalators and the Tube. We got to Leicester Square and stopped in a cafe for Brunch. It was here that the crime of the century happened. We chose a bacon and sausage muffin for £3.50 each. Not bad, you might think, for London prices. The ONE slice of value bacon I didn't mind,  the teeny button mushroom sized muffin I didn't mind, the rusk filled, possibly contained some piggy eyelids and nostrils at most,  nasty value sausage I didn't mind. What I did mind was the £3.50 charge for this...
glass of apple juice. Most definitely from concentrate. Most definitely from a value carton. Three pounds bloody fifty. But we were sat in London, it was really warm and we people watched to our heart's content.

Then we made our way to find Lovat Lane. Which is where the University building is. Nowt to do with Sweeny Todd actually. But years and years ago, back whent cobbles were fresh ( it really is cobbled ) it was a lane where the night ladies would ply their trade and it was known as Lovers Lane. We first saw an IFS sign on a giant red building. I tried unsuccessfully to gain entry through the glass revolving door. The smiley security guard came  to speak to us and pointed us in the right direction just across the road to Lovat Lane.  Once we found the correct building I tried unsuccessfully to gain entry through the glass door. ( MUM YOU ARE SOOOOOO EMBARRASSINGGGGGUH ) and a kindly student ambassador showed us where we should be!! We were early. It's only a four minute walk away from The Tower Of London. I'm glad I had the chance to go see The Poppies. Every single walkway around the Tower was jam packed with people. It was a very moving monument and I saw people crying. It was a little crowded for me and we didn't have much time. I took some photos

and vowed to buy one for my Great Grandad who died fighting in WW1 (much to my dismay they
are all sold ). The visit was informative and only served to put the cherry on the top for the Teen, who really wants to go there. This is the view from the top of that red building were were eventually allowed to go in.
That's called the Walkie Talkie!

The train journey home was fun in inverted commas fun. I was sat next  to a right little I'm better than
Most people type. Yawn. He went on and on and on. I daren't go to sleep in case I snored/snorted. It was hot. I'd worn boots. My feet were hot. It was bliss when we finally got home and I could just relax! ( X factor + Twitter = fab Sat night! )

This is turning out to be yet another long waffley post but I've not seen you in ages so I've much to say!
The last week of half term ( an 8 weeker for us staff ) is assessment week for the children. Remember Eyebrows child? Well he has been replaced. My newest most favourite thing a child at school said ever is  this.
Teacher - what is 8x8?
Child - oh man, that's way too hard for me to do. It's like sheep having to do a hundred homeworks. It's un doable!!!!!
SHEEP DOING A HUNDRED HOMEWORKS!!!! That has made me laugh and laugh and laugh this week! I do love my job!

Then. Wednesday night. I did something I've never EVER done before. My friend indoctrined me. It was a bit scary.
I. Went. To. Bingo.
Proper Professional Standard Bingo.
It was  a bright, glitzy, attractive entrance way staffed with jolly smiley faced friendly beings who didn't have to work that hard at taking my money from me! We walked past all the slot machines, to the main hall. A vast, and I mean VAST cavern FULL of people across all the decades. There were family groups, people on their own, couples dating, young and old. We went to the bar and already mesmerised and fully brainwashed by this strange cult, I bought a dabber pen. Turquoise. We chose a seat ( though I did check first whether seats were silently unspoken for - I did not want to upset any
Bingo Mafia Triad types ) and waited for our games to begin.
At the tables there's a machine that you can put money in to participate in extra games and the big Link Up NATIONAL game. I watched people in a feeding frenzy with these games. Shovelling money in as fast as they could. We only played it once. We didn't win, but two lucky beings elsewhere in the UK won £9000 each!

As we settled ( settled is the wrong word here - it's tense stuff concentrating on listening and dabbing ) in for the games I quickly realised that whilst it all seems light n frothy on the top, there's a palpable undercurrent of seething hatred going on for people who were winning! People were very vocal in their disappointment of not getting the line for £10 or the  £100house!! I was genuinely pleased for them!
Anyway. It was a cheap night out for a midweek. I was back by 9.30pm and I cannot wait to go back!!

So it's now the weekend again. The Uni one us back home at the Hotel of Mum and Dad. She's brought her young man too. I made a Cinammon and Coconut beef curry with pea and saffron rice out of this months Sainsbury's magazine. It took ages. As always when trying out a recipe first time, I stick to it. Next time I'll add more of the spices. It was tasty and flavourful but needed a little bit more 'oomph' I thought.
I finally relented ( only because we had a visitor ) and we enjoyed the First Fire Of The Season last night.

Knitting update - the back is almost done.
But I've had my eyes swerved to Entrelac knitting and I'm dying to have a go. That's something I'm going to try this Half Term. I'm stealing my friend's baby for a walk to town with a pram, I'm meeting up with friends, I'm putting off doing the HG Tax return, I'm catching up on all the housework that needs doing and I'm going to be baking with something I found in my cupboard that I forgot I had! And that, will be my next blog post!

Phew, we made it to the end! Thanks for reading if you made it here! What will you be doing with your half term?

Rachel *will probably be going to Bingo again* Radiostar xx


  1. I'm knackered after reading all this!
    Jane x

  2. I made it, phew!
    Glad to hear that you are feeling better. I love seeing all the pictures of the poppies in London and wish that they weren't being dismantled.
    Bingo, I hate bingo. I was once taken to a bingo hall and it was probably the worst night out ever, it was torture. Sorry to all bingo lovers but I just hate it.
    This half term we have a few things that need to be done and the rest of the week will be dependent on the weather Sunshire/rain and teen's effort (everything is "effort" for her at the moment)


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