Ok, this blog is seriously SERIOUSLY neglected. To the point that I forgot it existed. Sorry!
My children have grown up to be talented, independent girls and dancing has taken over our lives; I still home educate them (for now), we're still naturists and I've even gone back to church! DD1 is now a preteen and wants to become a vlogger herself, so I thought I would start a blog myself before she is old enough to have one, so I can suss things out. In setting one up, I rediscovered this one, so to be fair to the four people that still follow this blog (hello!) here's a link to my new one, as A LOT has happened in the years since I have posted here:
https://musingsmiddleagedmum.blogspot.com/2018/09/a-bit-about-me.html
And I've even joined social media and have a linked page too: https://www.facebook.com/Musings-of-a-Middle-aged-Mum-1013112412206104/
So, I'm ending this blog with a confession, and have started my new one with a confession too.
Happy reading xx
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Sunday, 10 July 2011
Nudefest
Last month we returned to Nudefest, a week long naturist holiday in Cornwall. This was the first year it was a week in length, previously it was a long weekend, and it was our second visit. Somehow I had got roped into organising kid's painting, which meant in the week beforehand I had to buy paint and paper, and all the accessories for a total of £30, so there was enough for an hour's painting a day, for an unknown number of kids. This was also our first time camping with DD2, and our car was FULL!
But we got there alright, and although the weather on that first Sunday wasn't great, we eventually managed to get the tent set up, even with the DDs screaming in the back of the car. It was windy and pouring with rain. Newperran had a new restaurant, but we had missed dinner time, by the time we arrived, so we had a few sausage rolls in our tent and snuggled up for the night.
Over the week there were some new activities, and even though we did have the children with us, DH and I did our best to do what we wanted too. DH had a go at archery, and I had a go at Zumba. I'm sure it was probably because I'm half the age of some of the people there, but it was not as fast paced, or hard work, as I was expecting. I'm sure, if it was a 'normal' Zumba class (rather than one catering to the guests) I would have found it much more hard work! DD1 loved painting everyday, and it was a good thing it was a naturist holiday, because she literally ended up covered head-to-toe with paint! The campsite has really good facilities, so we would head off straight for the shower, and we looked as good as new.
There were also some 'world first' naturist trips. We went to Newquay Aquarium, one evening. Unfortunately there were far too many people there, for the size of the place, which menat lots of waiting around. DD1 was easily bored, and with DD2 in her pushchair meant it wasn't much fun for us either. Not to mention there was lots of press about (and as our family don't know we're naturists, we certainly don't want to appear in any papers!), which meant we were on guard and couldn't enjoy ourselves. And because it was an evening trip, both children got overtired, so we left early.
The following day, they did a trip to the Zoo. Given how the Aquarium visit went, we didn't fancy that - sillily, we had already mentioned it to DD1 and she was looking forward to it. So, we went by ourselves during the day, rather than on the organised trip. It was much better and much more relaxed. Friends who went said the Zoo was much better than the Aquarium trip, but I think we made the right decision.
We also went to Paradise Park ourselves, and have a lovely photo of DD1 with a parrot on her arm collecting money. This was very expensive though, but it did have a soft play (thankfully as it was pi$$ing down with rain!) so we spent a fair amount of time there. They had 'death slides' which took me straight back to my childhood as I was petrified of them (I'm still scared of heights). I did go on the bumpy slide with DD1, but for some reason she prefered to go on with DH than me. That was a shame, because I really enjoyed it, but felt silly going on it on my own - so I didn't.
And we went to Perranporth again. We spent a brief time on the beach, but it was very windy. We bought a windy break, in the hope it would protect our tent - it didn't work. We did have ice cream, which was nice, and spent a fiar amount of time in Newquay too, and bought too much fudge and too many cream teas. Yum!
The wind was atrocious, and by the end of the week, our tent (thanks to only 1 high guy-rope and the poles that are designed to bend) was practically flattened. So much so, that we were tempted to leave a day early, but we stuck it out and our tent did last. We did promise ourselves to get a more wind-resistent tent, though. Our tent wasn't the worst, though. Some actually broke, and another friend had the infamous floating tent - a pop up tent, with not enough pegs to hold it to the ground when the wind blew!
Despite how this probably sounds, we did actually have a good time, and will hopefully be back next year (with hopefully better weather too).
Incidentally, we have now bought a new tent - an 8 berth (our previous was 4-berth) with more wind protection and is large enough that if we are in bad weather again, we don't feel too cramped. We freecycled our old tent, and it was really popular. Despite me saying that it has been collected - twice(!) - I'm still getting emails requesting it. Hmpf. If they continue tomorrow, I may contact the email-group owner.
But we got there alright, and although the weather on that first Sunday wasn't great, we eventually managed to get the tent set up, even with the DDs screaming in the back of the car. It was windy and pouring with rain. Newperran had a new restaurant, but we had missed dinner time, by the time we arrived, so we had a few sausage rolls in our tent and snuggled up for the night.
Over the week there were some new activities, and even though we did have the children with us, DH and I did our best to do what we wanted too. DH had a go at archery, and I had a go at Zumba. I'm sure it was probably because I'm half the age of some of the people there, but it was not as fast paced, or hard work, as I was expecting. I'm sure, if it was a 'normal' Zumba class (rather than one catering to the guests) I would have found it much more hard work! DD1 loved painting everyday, and it was a good thing it was a naturist holiday, because she literally ended up covered head-to-toe with paint! The campsite has really good facilities, so we would head off straight for the shower, and we looked as good as new.
There were also some 'world first' naturist trips. We went to Newquay Aquarium, one evening. Unfortunately there were far too many people there, for the size of the place, which menat lots of waiting around. DD1 was easily bored, and with DD2 in her pushchair meant it wasn't much fun for us either. Not to mention there was lots of press about (and as our family don't know we're naturists, we certainly don't want to appear in any papers!), which meant we were on guard and couldn't enjoy ourselves. And because it was an evening trip, both children got overtired, so we left early.
The following day, they did a trip to the Zoo. Given how the Aquarium visit went, we didn't fancy that - sillily, we had already mentioned it to DD1 and she was looking forward to it. So, we went by ourselves during the day, rather than on the organised trip. It was much better and much more relaxed. Friends who went said the Zoo was much better than the Aquarium trip, but I think we made the right decision.
We also went to Paradise Park ourselves, and have a lovely photo of DD1 with a parrot on her arm collecting money. This was very expensive though, but it did have a soft play (thankfully as it was pi$$ing down with rain!) so we spent a fair amount of time there. They had 'death slides' which took me straight back to my childhood as I was petrified of them (I'm still scared of heights). I did go on the bumpy slide with DD1, but for some reason she prefered to go on with DH than me. That was a shame, because I really enjoyed it, but felt silly going on it on my own - so I didn't.
And we went to Perranporth again. We spent a brief time on the beach, but it was very windy. We bought a windy break, in the hope it would protect our tent - it didn't work. We did have ice cream, which was nice, and spent a fiar amount of time in Newquay too, and bought too much fudge and too many cream teas. Yum!
The wind was atrocious, and by the end of the week, our tent (thanks to only 1 high guy-rope and the poles that are designed to bend) was practically flattened. So much so, that we were tempted to leave a day early, but we stuck it out and our tent did last. We did promise ourselves to get a more wind-resistent tent, though. Our tent wasn't the worst, though. Some actually broke, and another friend had the infamous floating tent - a pop up tent, with not enough pegs to hold it to the ground when the wind blew!
Despite how this probably sounds, we did actually have a good time, and will hopefully be back next year (with hopefully better weather too).
Incidentally, we have now bought a new tent - an 8 berth (our previous was 4-berth) with more wind protection and is large enough that if we are in bad weather again, we don't feel too cramped. We freecycled our old tent, and it was really popular. Despite me saying that it has been collected - twice(!) - I'm still getting emails requesting it. Hmpf. If they continue tomorrow, I may contact the email-group owner.
Tuesday, 5 July 2011
My Sister's Hen Night
This seems like ages ago now, as it was the start of June. There was a bit of stress about me getting there, in the first place, as we didn't have anyone to babysit DDs 1&2. My mum was invited, My dad, and FIL were both on holiday (separately), which left MIL who refused to come here on her own, as her husband was working. DH couldn't take the day off work, because he didn't have many holidays left and the few days he did have, he had to keep spare for my upcoming hospital appointments.
In the end, this was resolved by me going on the train to MILs with the children alone, when DH was in work, staying overnight, and the next day (Friday) I would then go back to Bristol, to my grandparent's house to pick up all my stuff and get a lift with my sister's best friend up to Manchester, whilst DH goes to work on Friday and after work, he'll drive to his mum's to look after the girls.
I was also *really* nervous about taking the pushchair on the train by myself. I had DD2 in the wrap, and DD1 is more than capable of walking, but MIL was adament that she wanted the pushchair too. My mum said MIL should buy a cheap one (like my mum has done). The Thursday came, and typically, DD1 (who never sleeps during the day) was asleep at 11am! So, I had no choice, but to load her into the pushchair asleep, with DD2 attached to me, and go on the bus to the train station. And walking to the trainstation was the next bit of stress because there were a million coaches outside, and i had no idea what I was menat to do if there was rail replacement. Fortunately, it didn't affect our service.
We were an hour early, though, because we had to get a specified train, but to be fair, both girls were really good, even though they were bored, and didn't run off or anything. And even though we were early, it was good that we had to catch that train - the train before was an hour late, and the train before that was delayed by 2 hours (!) so they all arrived within 15mins of each other. Our train was still busy, but somehow I managed to get on without losing anything. (I have a fear of losing things under the train, and between the platform edge.)
Anyway, we arrived and everything was all hunky dory. That night, DD2 was ina room with me, in the travel cot and DD1 was in MIL's room, as usual. Unfortunately, our room was ridiculously hot, so DD2 ended up in the single bed with me, so she could have loads of BFs. She still woke up drenched in sweat and really hot, so I had to wet the muslin square to keep her cool and get her body temperature down. It worked, thankfully, as I had no calpol with me - DH was bringing that with him in the car.
The next day, I left and caught the train to my grandparent's house. It was meant to take 3 hours, but we hit traffic as soon as we got of the sliproad onto the motorway, so ended up taking 4 hours. Nevermind, we were there at last.
The Chief Bridesmaid laid on this buffet, which was fantastic. She's Argentinian, and there was a host of various foods and flavours. My favourite was the chorizo (which I really should get the recipe for); it was cooked with white wine and sugar, and absolutely to die for! And the chief bridesmaid gave everybody a Hen Party champagne flute, so we can remember the weekend, which was a lovely touch.
My sister, being a teacher, had made badges for everyone, haha, and planned the first game which was an icebreaker. Each of us had to come up with 3 sentences of what we had done with my sister: 2 false and 1 true. The rest of us had to guess which was true, and 'bet' our drink whether we were right or wrong. My sentences were: Sister and I used to eat worms in the garden. Sister and I used to watch ET everynight before bed. Sister and I used to float down the stairs. Well, sister and I used to rescue worms from the garden, and put them in the composter. I've never seen ET all the way through, because my sister was terrified of it growing up. But we both have the memory of floating downstairs, without touching any of the steps, in our old house - so that was the true one.
After that game, it was my turn. In helping prepare for the night, I had done 2 things: Mr & Mrs, and also party bags for everyone, but they weren't coming out until the Saturday night. For my Mr & Mrs game, I had already asked my sister's fiance 15 questions about them/their relationship from where did they meet, to what was my sister's fantasy - admittedly a couple of questions were TMI for my liking! haha. I did ask "would you go on an all expenses paid naturist holiday?" to which both my sister and her fiance answered "no", so I won't be telling the family that we're naturist yet! Finally, I ended with 5 "what am I?" questions. Eg. a. I'm wet. b. I smell fishy. c. Men like to plunge into me. What am I?
The sea, of course! Tut, tut, tut, all you with naughty minds. Hehe. And as with the previous game, eveyone else had to place bets as to whether my sister would know the answer or not. My sister, depending on whether she got the answer right or not, got a 'nice' present (eg chocolates, smellies etc) or a 'naughty' present (dressing up stuff for the saturday, and a few things for her and her fiance). After more drinks, shots, and chat we played I have Never, though, tbh I found that a bit boring because nothing particularly juicy came up.
The next day, we had a Bridesmaid dress fitting - all because I have lost weight. I got down to 64kg, and my sister has banned me from losing any more weight now until the wedding, as there's no time for another fitting. We also saw my sister in her dress and she looks beautiful, of course.
The we went to the spa. I had hot stone massage for my treatment, which was really nice, but not as long as I was expecting/hoping for, as it was only 30mins. As I was having the same treatment as my mum, we went in together. We had to take pull our swimsuits down to our waist, and lay front-down on the table. My mum commented that she was glad to share a treatment room with me because she didn't mind me seeing her boobs, and she didn't mind seeing mine either. Yep, more proof that my family are not yet in a place to know we're naturists, haha. The other thing, is that because I still breastfeed, being away from DD2 this whole weekend, I needed to express fairly regularly, one of these times was in the spa itself. I went to the ladies' changing room and sat on the seat, and expressed. A lady was in there, and asked me to help with the zip of her dress, and then we had a brief conversation about expressing. She left, and my mum came in (this was just before our treatment, as I needed to empty my boobs before I could lie on my front!). My mum basically said [I can't remember her exact words now] that should I be doing that in here? I just said yes, but where the hell else am I meant to be. I was in the women's changing room ffs! Although I was tempted to express on the side of the pool (it was only our group there), #I wasn't going to because I know my mum's reaction. And then, she went on to say what if other people had come in? Well, one person had come in and talked about it, and a few other people came in briefly to change their clothes and either didn't notice, but didn't comment in any place, so clearly nobody - except my mum - minds. Argh. I find my mum's attitude to me BFing so bloomin' frustrating.
Anyway, I managed to get 30 lengths of the swimming pool swum, and had a shower first, so I could get some more expressing in, before our evening. We got the taxi back to my sister's house, and the taxi driver drove down a road that was blocked, so attempted to do a 3 point turn, but hit a bollard, showering my sister in glass! He didn't even stop to ask if everyone was ok, but continued driving! Needless to say, pictures went straight up on facebook! The three people in the back row, moved forward (we were in a 16seater minibus, but with only 10 of us in), which was a good thing too, because throughout the rest of the journey, glass kept splintering off, and shattering on the ground.
We got to my sister's in one piece, and got dressed quickly. I handed out a sash for everyone (green with pandas on) and a party bag each. The 'Hen Night Survival Pack' contained:
That's all there is really to say. We went back for yet more drinks. Had a good night sleep, and had breafast before getting a lift back to my grandparent's house in Bristol, where DH picked me up in the car (with DD1 and DD2, of course) and I drove home. Very tired, but had a good weekend.
In the end, this was resolved by me going on the train to MILs with the children alone, when DH was in work, staying overnight, and the next day (Friday) I would then go back to Bristol, to my grandparent's house to pick up all my stuff and get a lift with my sister's best friend up to Manchester, whilst DH goes to work on Friday and after work, he'll drive to his mum's to look after the girls.
I was also *really* nervous about taking the pushchair on the train by myself. I had DD2 in the wrap, and DD1 is more than capable of walking, but MIL was adament that she wanted the pushchair too. My mum said MIL should buy a cheap one (like my mum has done). The Thursday came, and typically, DD1 (who never sleeps during the day) was asleep at 11am! So, I had no choice, but to load her into the pushchair asleep, with DD2 attached to me, and go on the bus to the train station. And walking to the trainstation was the next bit of stress because there were a million coaches outside, and i had no idea what I was menat to do if there was rail replacement. Fortunately, it didn't affect our service.
We were an hour early, though, because we had to get a specified train, but to be fair, both girls were really good, even though they were bored, and didn't run off or anything. And even though we were early, it was good that we had to catch that train - the train before was an hour late, and the train before that was delayed by 2 hours (!) so they all arrived within 15mins of each other. Our train was still busy, but somehow I managed to get on without losing anything. (I have a fear of losing things under the train, and between the platform edge.)
Anyway, we arrived and everything was all hunky dory. That night, DD2 was ina room with me, in the travel cot and DD1 was in MIL's room, as usual. Unfortunately, our room was ridiculously hot, so DD2 ended up in the single bed with me, so she could have loads of BFs. She still woke up drenched in sweat and really hot, so I had to wet the muslin square to keep her cool and get her body temperature down. It worked, thankfully, as I had no calpol with me - DH was bringing that with him in the car.
The next day, I left and caught the train to my grandparent's house. It was meant to take 3 hours, but we hit traffic as soon as we got of the sliproad onto the motorway, so ended up taking 4 hours. Nevermind, we were there at last.
The Chief Bridesmaid laid on this buffet, which was fantastic. She's Argentinian, and there was a host of various foods and flavours. My favourite was the chorizo (which I really should get the recipe for); it was cooked with white wine and sugar, and absolutely to die for! And the chief bridesmaid gave everybody a Hen Party champagne flute, so we can remember the weekend, which was a lovely touch.
My sister, being a teacher, had made badges for everyone, haha, and planned the first game which was an icebreaker. Each of us had to come up with 3 sentences of what we had done with my sister: 2 false and 1 true. The rest of us had to guess which was true, and 'bet' our drink whether we were right or wrong. My sentences were: Sister and I used to eat worms in the garden. Sister and I used to watch ET everynight before bed. Sister and I used to float down the stairs. Well, sister and I used to rescue worms from the garden, and put them in the composter. I've never seen ET all the way through, because my sister was terrified of it growing up. But we both have the memory of floating downstairs, without touching any of the steps, in our old house - so that was the true one.
After that game, it was my turn. In helping prepare for the night, I had done 2 things: Mr & Mrs, and also party bags for everyone, but they weren't coming out until the Saturday night. For my Mr & Mrs game, I had already asked my sister's fiance 15 questions about them/their relationship from where did they meet, to what was my sister's fantasy - admittedly a couple of questions were TMI for my liking! haha. I did ask "would you go on an all expenses paid naturist holiday?" to which both my sister and her fiance answered "no", so I won't be telling the family that we're naturist yet! Finally, I ended with 5 "what am I?" questions. Eg. a. I'm wet. b. I smell fishy. c. Men like to plunge into me. What am I?
The sea, of course! Tut, tut, tut, all you with naughty minds. Hehe. And as with the previous game, eveyone else had to place bets as to whether my sister would know the answer or not. My sister, depending on whether she got the answer right or not, got a 'nice' present (eg chocolates, smellies etc) or a 'naughty' present (dressing up stuff for the saturday, and a few things for her and her fiance). After more drinks, shots, and chat we played I have Never, though, tbh I found that a bit boring because nothing particularly juicy came up.
The next day, we had a Bridesmaid dress fitting - all because I have lost weight. I got down to 64kg, and my sister has banned me from losing any more weight now until the wedding, as there's no time for another fitting. We also saw my sister in her dress and she looks beautiful, of course.
The we went to the spa. I had hot stone massage for my treatment, which was really nice, but not as long as I was expecting/hoping for, as it was only 30mins. As I was having the same treatment as my mum, we went in together. We had to take pull our swimsuits down to our waist, and lay front-down on the table. My mum commented that she was glad to share a treatment room with me because she didn't mind me seeing her boobs, and she didn't mind seeing mine either. Yep, more proof that my family are not yet in a place to know we're naturists, haha. The other thing, is that because I still breastfeed, being away from DD2 this whole weekend, I needed to express fairly regularly, one of these times was in the spa itself. I went to the ladies' changing room and sat on the seat, and expressed. A lady was in there, and asked me to help with the zip of her dress, and then we had a brief conversation about expressing. She left, and my mum came in (this was just before our treatment, as I needed to empty my boobs before I could lie on my front!). My mum basically said [I can't remember her exact words now] that should I be doing that in here? I just said yes, but where the hell else am I meant to be. I was in the women's changing room ffs! Although I was tempted to express on the side of the pool (it was only our group there), #I wasn't going to because I know my mum's reaction. And then, she went on to say what if other people had come in? Well, one person had come in and talked about it, and a few other people came in briefly to change their clothes and either didn't notice, but didn't comment in any place, so clearly nobody - except my mum - minds. Argh. I find my mum's attitude to me BFing so bloomin' frustrating.
Anyway, I managed to get 30 lengths of the swimming pool swum, and had a shower first, so I could get some more expressing in, before our evening. We got the taxi back to my sister's house, and the taxi driver drove down a road that was blocked, so attempted to do a 3 point turn, but hit a bollard, showering my sister in glass! He didn't even stop to ask if everyone was ok, but continued driving! Needless to say, pictures went straight up on facebook! The three people in the back row, moved forward (we were in a 16seater minibus, but with only 10 of us in), which was a good thing too, because throughout the rest of the journey, glass kept splintering off, and shattering on the ground.
We got to my sister's in one piece, and got dressed quickly. I handed out a sash for everyone (green with pandas on) and a party bag each. The 'Hen Night Survival Pack' contained:
For a good night out:And everyone seemed to appreciate the time, and humour, of the bags, which was good. (If you haven't guessed yet, my sister is obsessed with pandas, which is why there was a big panda theme throughout.) We then went to the salsa night. For one price, we had champagne on arrival, a salsa lesson, tapas meal, and free entry to the club all night. And it was a proper dancing club, rather than a meat market, so people were up and dancing all night. I had a good time, even though I stopped drinking fairly early, but I do regret not asking anyone to dance. I do Ceroc dancing, and though the beat is slightly different, many of the moves are similar to salsa. That said, I did get one dance and he was awful. He couldn't dance and couldn't lead. I know everyone has to start somewhere, but he was friends with the best dancer in the place, and I wish I had the chance to dance with him instead. Admittedly it was not helped that I was wearing a white dress, the club had UV lights (so I was the brightest thing there, lol), and I started leaking milk. I couldn't wear breast pads, as they showed through the dress, so from that point on, I was wary about going to the main dance floor. Again, with hindsight, I wish I just didn't care - it's not as if I'd see any of these people again.
Panda Mask
Badge
Cocktail Can
Party Poppers
Sweets
Stickers
Nail File
In case you get lucky:
Toothbrush
Clean pair of pants
Condoms
For the morning after:
Can of Full-fat Coke
Alka Seltzer
Chewing Gum
Hair bands
That's all there is really to say. We went back for yet more drinks. Had a good night sleep, and had breafast before getting a lift back to my grandparent's house in Bristol, where DH picked me up in the car (with DD1 and DD2, of course) and I drove home. Very tired, but had a good weekend.
Thursday, 9 June 2011
Quote from Newquay Zoo about Naturism
Exclusive group visits are a big part of what we offer to the public and had no hesitation in agreeing to a visit from Nudefest guests - the majority of living creatures at Newquay Zoo never think of wearing clothes...it is about time some of our visitors did the same!Carl Lamb at Newquay Zoo
Nudefest
Nudefest Press Release
Saturday, 9 April 2011
Dear Diary,
Lots have been going on that I really need to update with you. On Mother's Day, we had the worst takeaway [customer service] in the world, on Monday we went to the library as usual, but I haven't noted which books we got out, I put on weight, DD1 made an HE friend, the weather has been gorgeous and I've had a busy Saturday in the garden today!
So, on Mother's Day, for a change we thought we'd try the only Italian takeaway (excluding the likes of Pizza Hut etc) in our town. We looked at the menu, and though it seemed pricey (more than double what we would normally pay for a takeaway, DH and I decided it would be a nice change. We ordered online, and only after we had paid, did it say "allow 90mins for delivery"! We were hoping to feed DD1 (and 2) some of ours for dinner, but that wait seemed ridiculous, so she had beans on toast - which she probably enjoyed more anyway. Soon, DD1 was in bed, and DD2 was asleep downstairs, but still no food. After nearly 2 hours from whe we ordered we phoned up to ask where our food was, to be told that ours was next in line (so they hadn't even started it!) and to apologise they'd throw in a bottle of wine. Did we want white or red? Red. DH nor I like white wine, so even though we decided it was too late to open the bottle that night, it would keep. We had to wait another 45minutes (!!!) before the food arrived. DH went to the door, took the food, but no bottle of wine. The delivery driver said he would return with it, which to be fair, he did very promptly, but it was white. Typical - and just sums up the customer service that they couldn't even get the colour of wine right. By this point, it was nearly 3 hours after we first ordered, and we were well into the food, so didn't bother saying anything. At least we now have a bottle of white for if we have visitors. The food itself was actually lovely, though massive. If we were ever to order from there again (which we're not going to), we'd order 1 starter and 1 main between us. At least that way, it would be the right amount of food for a decent price. I ordered White Bait starter (which was enough for about 4 people) and Duck breast for main. I was given the option of chips or vegetables, I opted for veg, but ordered a side order of chips anyway. When it arrived, the duck breast was about 6inches long, and 2 inches thick, though very tasty. The side order of chips was humungous, and the vegetables had roasted potatoes included so I didn't need the chips anyway. DH ordered prawns for starter and seafood spaghetti for main; the latter was definitely enough for two. As I say, the food was very nice, but we're not going to bother ordering from there again. I would Name and Shame, but then that takes away one part of my anonymity, if you know where I'm located.
Current weight: 71kg
Goal weight: 10st
Weight lost this week: -2kg (ie put on 2kg)
Total weight loss: 7kg
I put on 2kg this week. Probably because of the takeaways, and visit to my grandparents, but I'm hoping it is just a normal fluctuation and I haven't put myself back that much. Today I saw somebody who hadn't seen me in a few weeks, and with the warmer weather, I'm wearing thinner/lighter/tighter clothes. Anyway, she commented about how much weight I've lost, around my waist and around my face, so I hope that means I haven't done too much damage to my goals.
On Monday we went to the library as usual. I got out some books for DD1 and one for me. (I'll update this post, when I've got them to hand.) Then, on Tuesday, we went to a different library for Storytime and also to meet up with a fellow HEer, and her children. She has two girls, the elder one is 5 and the younger is 1. The elder daughter, apparently, went to preschool and didn't hate it, but didn't enjoy it that much either. So, off she went to school like most other children, but changed overnight and hated it. So, she was taken out of school and is now being HEed. Anyway, DD1 and her got on like a house on fire, so I'm hoping they will become good friends, as we start to develop more friendships in the HE world. :-D
And today I have done much in the garden. The weather is still lovely, so I wanted to make the most of it. I cut the grass, and filled up one compost bin, and started filling the second one. I repotted my house plant (a rubber plant, that I've had since university), I sowed the tomato seeds in the grow bags, and I sowed rows of carrots and onions in the ground. I've never attempted to grow anything from seed before, but hopefully that if nothing has grown in a month's time, I will still be able to buy some baby-plants from the gardening shop to replace the dead-seeds and nobody will be any the wiser. Ssssssh!
So that's what I've been up to lately. I am planning on writing a post entitled "How the Hell can I call myself a Christian?" but it's another thing that I haven't got around to. Tomorrow the weather is still meant to be high so we're planning to go to the beach for the day with the children. Studland beach in Dorset is a sandy, accessible naturist beach. But it is a fair few hours drive away, so it does depend on how much sleep we get tonight and how early we wake tomorrow. Otherwise, we'll still be at home, and hopefully will be as productive as we have been today.
Speak again soon,
LBP
So, on Mother's Day, for a change we thought we'd try the only Italian takeaway (excluding the likes of Pizza Hut etc) in our town. We looked at the menu, and though it seemed pricey (more than double what we would normally pay for a takeaway, DH and I decided it would be a nice change. We ordered online, and only after we had paid, did it say "allow 90mins for delivery"! We were hoping to feed DD1 (and 2) some of ours for dinner, but that wait seemed ridiculous, so she had beans on toast - which she probably enjoyed more anyway. Soon, DD1 was in bed, and DD2 was asleep downstairs, but still no food. After nearly 2 hours from whe we ordered we phoned up to ask where our food was, to be told that ours was next in line (so they hadn't even started it!) and to apologise they'd throw in a bottle of wine. Did we want white or red? Red. DH nor I like white wine, so even though we decided it was too late to open the bottle that night, it would keep. We had to wait another 45minutes (!!!) before the food arrived. DH went to the door, took the food, but no bottle of wine. The delivery driver said he would return with it, which to be fair, he did very promptly, but it was white. Typical - and just sums up the customer service that they couldn't even get the colour of wine right. By this point, it was nearly 3 hours after we first ordered, and we were well into the food, so didn't bother saying anything. At least we now have a bottle of white for if we have visitors. The food itself was actually lovely, though massive. If we were ever to order from there again (which we're not going to), we'd order 1 starter and 1 main between us. At least that way, it would be the right amount of food for a decent price. I ordered White Bait starter (which was enough for about 4 people) and Duck breast for main. I was given the option of chips or vegetables, I opted for veg, but ordered a side order of chips anyway. When it arrived, the duck breast was about 6inches long, and 2 inches thick, though very tasty. The side order of chips was humungous, and the vegetables had roasted potatoes included so I didn't need the chips anyway. DH ordered prawns for starter and seafood spaghetti for main; the latter was definitely enough for two. As I say, the food was very nice, but we're not going to bother ordering from there again. I would Name and Shame, but then that takes away one part of my anonymity, if you know where I'm located.
Current weight: 71kg
Goal weight: 10st
Weight lost this week: -2kg (ie put on 2kg)
Total weight loss: 7kg
I put on 2kg this week. Probably because of the takeaways, and visit to my grandparents, but I'm hoping it is just a normal fluctuation and I haven't put myself back that much. Today I saw somebody who hadn't seen me in a few weeks, and with the warmer weather, I'm wearing thinner/lighter/tighter clothes. Anyway, she commented about how much weight I've lost, around my waist and around my face, so I hope that means I haven't done too much damage to my goals.
On Monday we went to the library as usual. I got out some books for DD1 and one for me. (I'll update this post, when I've got them to hand.) Then, on Tuesday, we went to a different library for Storytime and also to meet up with a fellow HEer, and her children. She has two girls, the elder one is 5 and the younger is 1. The elder daughter, apparently, went to preschool and didn't hate it, but didn't enjoy it that much either. So, off she went to school like most other children, but changed overnight and hated it. So, she was taken out of school and is now being HEed. Anyway, DD1 and her got on like a house on fire, so I'm hoping they will become good friends, as we start to develop more friendships in the HE world. :-D
And today I have done much in the garden. The weather is still lovely, so I wanted to make the most of it. I cut the grass, and filled up one compost bin, and started filling the second one. I repotted my house plant (a rubber plant, that I've had since university), I sowed the tomato seeds in the grow bags, and I sowed rows of carrots and onions in the ground. I've never attempted to grow anything from seed before, but hopefully that if nothing has grown in a month's time, I will still be able to buy some baby-plants from the gardening shop to replace the dead-seeds and nobody will be any the wiser. Ssssssh!
So that's what I've been up to lately. I am planning on writing a post entitled "How the Hell can I call myself a Christian?" but it's another thing that I haven't got around to. Tomorrow the weather is still meant to be high so we're planning to go to the beach for the day with the children. Studland beach in Dorset is a sandy, accessible naturist beach. But it is a fair few hours drive away, so it does depend on how much sleep we get tonight and how early we wake tomorrow. Otherwise, we'll still be at home, and hopefully will be as productive as we have been today.
Speak again soon,
LBP
Monday, 28 March 2011
Dear Diary,
Other than my weekly notes (weigh-in and the library visit) I haven't written anything for ages. Part of that is that I've been really busy, part is that I didn't know what to say.
For ages I've been thinking that I should write up something about my gaudy. I finally was about to get around to it this morning, and then I noticed I've already written a brief bit. Boy, I must've been hungover to not notice that. LoL. I don't really have much more to add. DH and I did get into a bit of a discussion about HE with a couple of people from our course. I had to laugh because one person who is against HE said that his reasons for being against it, is that young people these days always get to do what they want, and behave/act/work appallingly, so what we really need is for education to start earlier and be more full time, and not allow people to opt out if they want. (Or words to that effect, you get the gist.) I had to laugh, because I guarrantee that pretty much 100% of all the people he was referring to have been through the school system, so in fact all his reasons are actually pro-HE.
I have also signed DD1 up for gymnastics. She has her first trial session tomorrow, and she's really excited so I hope she enjoys it. She will be in a class without me (good, because DD2 will be with me) but I'll be in a viewing gallery. I have two worries, but not necessarily what you'd expect: 1. That DD1 won't let me put her hair in a ponytail (a requirement as she has long hair), and we battle everyday about brushing her hair; and 2. That she will need the toilet, but not say anything, and wee everywhere. She's only just potty trained, and whilst she hasn't (yet) had an accident in public, if she is somewhere new, where she doesn't feel comfortable, I worry that she'd get embarrassed. Totally me pushing my fears on her, as I said she is really excited and looking forward to making new friends.
I'm starting to get the bug again to start organising/planning. I'm helping organise my sister's hen night in June, and have given a few suggestions to the chief bridesmaid - she works full time so I've offered that I take on a bit more responsibility. I actually can't say too much more about this here. There are only two people in RL who know who I am and know I have this blog, and one of them is my sister.
Finally, I think I've had this blog long enough to notice (especially when I look at the labels I've given various posts) that my family are the most important things (people!) in my life. Then there is a whole host of things, including library books and me losing weight, which are just interesting to me personally and I'm sure don't mean anything to anybody who happens to be reading this blog. And after that, there are things which again are important to me, but I haven't really written about, such as being a Christian, or being a naturist. So, whilst I don't have much to say about these at the moment, hopefully I'll try to readdress the balance slightly. Maybe.
Yours,
LBP
For ages I've been thinking that I should write up something about my gaudy. I finally was about to get around to it this morning, and then I noticed I've already written a brief bit. Boy, I must've been hungover to not notice that. LoL. I don't really have much more to add. DH and I did get into a bit of a discussion about HE with a couple of people from our course. I had to laugh because one person who is against HE said that his reasons for being against it, is that young people these days always get to do what they want, and behave/act/work appallingly, so what we really need is for education to start earlier and be more full time, and not allow people to opt out if they want. (Or words to that effect, you get the gist.) I had to laugh, because I guarrantee that pretty much 100% of all the people he was referring to have been through the school system, so in fact all his reasons are actually pro-HE.
I have also signed DD1 up for gymnastics. She has her first trial session tomorrow, and she's really excited so I hope she enjoys it. She will be in a class without me (good, because DD2 will be with me) but I'll be in a viewing gallery. I have two worries, but not necessarily what you'd expect: 1. That DD1 won't let me put her hair in a ponytail (a requirement as she has long hair), and we battle everyday about brushing her hair; and 2. That she will need the toilet, but not say anything, and wee everywhere. She's only just potty trained, and whilst she hasn't (yet) had an accident in public, if she is somewhere new, where she doesn't feel comfortable, I worry that she'd get embarrassed. Totally me pushing my fears on her, as I said she is really excited and looking forward to making new friends.
I'm starting to get the bug again to start organising/planning. I'm helping organise my sister's hen night in June, and have given a few suggestions to the chief bridesmaid - she works full time so I've offered that I take on a bit more responsibility. I actually can't say too much more about this here. There are only two people in RL who know who I am and know I have this blog, and one of them is my sister.
Finally, I think I've had this blog long enough to notice (especially when I look at the labels I've given various posts) that my family are the most important things (people!) in my life. Then there is a whole host of things, including library books and me losing weight, which are just interesting to me personally and I'm sure don't mean anything to anybody who happens to be reading this blog. And after that, there are things which again are important to me, but I haven't really written about, such as being a Christian, or being a naturist. So, whilst I don't have much to say about these at the moment, hopefully I'll try to readdress the balance slightly. Maybe.
Yours,
LBP
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