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Hello to you all, my life has been far too busy and complicated to actually formulate it into anything worth writing here.... so sod it... I will give up on that one before I even start!!!  Sufice it to say, that I am still alive, and just every now and again I actually manage to find 30 secs to look at the computer... which due to my infrequent online activity is quite frankly a nightmare of unattended mail and  pending requests.   HEEEEeeeeelllllp me I'm drowning in them!

 

Sooooooo, instead how about something to make you laugh... nabbed from facebook, it had me in giggles so I figure , lets share

Have fun all

Caz x

 

 

 

Proof of what can happen if a wife or girlfriend drags her husband or
boyfriend along shopping.......

This letter was recently sent by Tesco's Head Office to a customer in
Oxford :
Dear Mrs. Murray,
While we thank you for your valued custom and use of the Tesco Loyalty
Card, the Manager of our store in Banbury is considering banning you and
your family from shopping with us, unless your husband stops his antics.
Below is a list of offences over the past few months all verified by our
surveillance cameras:
1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's
trolleys when they weren't looking.
2. July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in House wares to go off at 5-minute
intervals.
3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to feminine
products aisle.
4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official tone,
'Code 3' in house wares..... And watched what happened.
5. August 14: Moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
6. September 15: Set up a tent in the outdoor clothing department and
told shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring sausages and a
Calor gas stove.
7. September 23: When the Deputy Manager asked if she could help him, he
began to cry and asked, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
8. October 4: Looked right into the security camera; used it as a
mirror, picked his nose, and ate it.
9. November 10: While appearing to be choosing kitchen knives in the
House wares aisle asked an assistant if he knew where the
antidepressants were.
10. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the
Mission Impossible' theme.
11. December 6: In the kitchenware aisle, practised the 'Madonna look'
using different size funnels.
12. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed, yelled
'PICK ME!' 'PICK ME!'
13. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker,
assumed the foetal position and screamed 'NO! NO! It's those voices
again.'
And; last, but not least:
14. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited a
while; then yelled, very loudly, 'There is no toilet paper in here.'
Yours sincerely,
Charles Brown
Store Manager

Hi

Wel It's true what the say, bad luck comes in threes, lol well as there are three members of my household I suppose it could just be coincedence. Really I'm feeling we are having a hard time here though!!!

OK first there was my foot... still fairly bruised, still painful periodically (ie when i use it lol)... but that is becoming insignificant now.   My poor little Luke has got a really nasty infection to his finger (right hand, ring finger) .  I first saw something was wrong on friday afternoon, the end of his finger was generally swollen and it had a yellow swelling that started on the finger and headed under the nail (I guess it was about 3mms wide and 7mms long)  not terribly major but on his tiny little fingers it looked like it was time for a visit to the walk in medical centre.  2 hours wait, nurses lanced his finger to ease the puss out and dressed it for him - sounds easy except he's only little and so screamed blue murder and took my full strength to restrain him while they did their job.  Things didn't improve over the weekend, more puss released and more dressings at the walk in centre saturday.  Tuesday things deteriorated further the infection has become significant enough now to require visits to see the paediatrician at casualty.  So we went yesterday, The Paediatrician told me to return today and now every other day for the next few days for checking, dousing in iodine and re-dressing.  To be honest when it hasn't a bandage, I find it hard to look at his tiny little finger just looks a mangled mess of gunk.  My pooooooor baby.  So it was a pretty hard shitty day today, and then to top things off, Joe,  my elder chid is now clearly unwell too having vomited all over himself and the car.  That was a lovely cleaning job for me!  So three in the household all suffering from something lol... it's going to be fun in the house tomorrow! LOL  

Caz x

 

Hello Everyone

 

I would like to thank all who have sent comments about my injured foot and wishing me well.  It would appear that all the good vibes coming my way are having a positive effect, as I find it's healing fast... The hospital estimated 3-6 weeks recovery, well today it is a week since the injury and I am walking without crutches in the house and only one crutch outside, I have also been driving the car (yes safely lol) ok I still have some pain and discomfort, braking hard is not comfortable, but I find that driving slower than my usual girl racer style helps to reduce the need for hard braking... as well as being better for petrol consumption, my wallet and the environment!!!! Me thinks I ought to be a good girl and permanently adopt a more sedate approach to driving.

 

Anyway, I really tested myself today by walking a bit round the town, and while it is sore after my efforts, I managed it so I am feeling very positive.  This postive feeling being boosted with buying myself a few treats  mmmm dresses, perfume, shoes  oooops there goes my bank balance    I am, in theory, going out on Saturday night...boohooo killler heels are not going to be an option... Does anyone have any tips on how best to cover brusing?  It has to be said that my foot really doesn't look pretty .

 

Take Care all and Have fun

Caz  xxx

Hi

Sorry it's been a while again, and I know some of you are wondering where I've been... well I am still here, just about LOL.   Life has been non-stop the last few weeks and I just haven't had the time to sit down some days.   However, now I am forced to slow down and sit down... cos I got a sore paw   sniff sniff, boohoo.  Thursday I was with my friend and all our kids in the car and we stopped at the shops for various bits and bobs.  Unfortunately on my way back to the car I somehow found a damaged bit of kerb to fall off.  Trust me!  I know you are all thinking - "yeah how many had she had to drink?"   the answer is zero!  Stone cold sober as it was almost 4pm and I had just picked my eldest up from school.  Anyway, the pain was excrutiating, and as there was no one actually on hand to help I somehow got up and hopped back to the car, trying my best not to cry.  I flopped into the driver seat and totally sobbed my heart out while trying to explain to Kel what had happened.  Then came the hard bit, my car is filled with kids, I am the only driver and there is no way I can walk home.  So I had to grit my teeth and put my foot to the pedals.   F**K, F**K,  F**K !  Trust it to be my right foot.  I alternated between crying, and yelling all the way home, stalled the car several times as I couldn't put my foot down enought to keep the revs up.  Got home and bless Kel, she literally picked me up and carried me out of the car.  Then she had a look at my foot (thankfully she is a first aider), my foot did not look right at all, but then I am a stubborn cow sometimes, she's saying it's broke, and I'm sayin it's tissue damage I'll strap it up and be fine.  She's calling amublance and I'm trying to stop her LMAO.  Really I did need it looked at, and no other way to get there with so many kids and no driver, so amublance it was - I knew the ambulance guys wouldnt be happy, which they weren't.  Anyway, it was 4 hours at A&E, and unfortunately I have to say very poor service.  I have spent a lot of my life working in the NHS (admin) and both my parents too, so I'm generally pro-NHS  and aware of the working conditions the staff are under.  I was generally forgotten about and left without pain relief til 10 mins before I left, the doc I saw was dismissive and almost rude.  The radiographer was great said he could see damage at base of little toe (where all the brusing and the worst pain is!), but the doc just said tissue damage.  I was discharged with a set of crutches and a little piece of card with generalised advice and sent to get a taxi home.  Sound like I'm whinging?  Well, not really cos I can compare it to another patient's treatment.   A guy came in, with an identical injury, nearly two hours after me, he left two minutes before me with painkillers prescribed to take home.  It was only when the guy's mum said it was wrong that I waited so long and she went to talk to the staff, that they even bothered to look at me. 

 

Anyway, enough of my ranting! LOL  3-6 weeks to recover, I'm far to impatient for all that, plus I'm Mum I can't afford to be ill.  So I am already pushing myself to walk on it.  Luckily I have some good friends close at hand and family willing to help.  Last night I had to have help getting in and out of the bath ,  thanks Kel lol.  I'm determined to be driving with in the week, and no more help in and out of the bath I'm far too stubborn and proud!

 

That's enough now lol, take care all

Caz x

Ok I guess it must be time for another blog...  

Caz x