Help Request (by sarah)

The builder has just left and we now have a tinsy winsy little problem - the floor has probably got to come up, the plaster striped from the walls and all the kitchen units ripped out - so no working sink etc... This is all going to take a long time.

What we could really do with is some storage space - we have books, kitchen stuff, Jean toys etc... you know all that small stuff you have on shelves etc...

Just to be really cheeky and impose ourselves on our friends I am asking if people could store like one box each of our stuff? This is mainly so that we can get a useful bedroom back for Jean 🙁

When I say the floor needs to come up - I mean they need to drill out concrete as the sealent was in shreds and its sucked up nasty water.

Wish I hadn't almost finished unpacking yet 🙁

Of Gravel and Bogs (by sarah)

I've had two falls in two days - the first was on Wednesday Al was mucking about with the spring and I felt we needed to get on with tidying the house up so I decided to go back the longer but slightly easier way across the field rather than through the barb wired fence.

this turned out to have been a bit of a mistake as half way across the filed there is normally a little boggy patch - said patch was now a little stream which me being me, still tried to get across - whilst wearing sandles. As predicted I sank up to my knee in filthy cow juice water and fell over in the bog. Sigh.

Then today I was out in the stable rotating the luandary when I hard a loud crash from the house - fearing that somehting horrible had happened to Al I ran out of the stable only to go skidding on the gravel landing hard on my right hand and hip, somehow I also managed to highly graze my left knee - not entirely sure how I managed this nor how comes I ended up laying on my back in the pouring rain with Al standing above me asking if I was all right looking a bit panicky.

Grrr... and ouch is all I'm gonna say and that this is going to make waxing my legs for the weekend interesting :/

Possibly Officially an Artist? (by sarah)

Yesturday at the Scouting Sunrise Ceromony which I'm hoping to do a more indepth post about over on the scout blog I found out that my painting of cricket gear has finially come back from the framers and has been hung in the Village cricket club 🙂 I will take a photo of it on the Feast Weekend so you know what I am talking about!

I donated it to them but was too shy so actually just pounced one of the people I knew and said, 'do you think they'd like this?' They've had it framed and basically put straight up and I painted the thing when I still 14 right at the very beginning of GCSE's!

I am amazed that its gone up and was wondering if now that I have artwork out there in the * cough * big wide world, weather I count as an artist or something 🙂

The Bowser Song (by sarah)

Sung to the Badger Badger Badger tune in an annoyingly enthusiastic way normally by me.

Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bucket,bucket,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser, Arg! A peeing Teenager, no a peeing teenager Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,Bowser,....... (loops)

There is a Bowser dance that goes with this too which involves dipping at the knees and bobbing staight back up again whilst holding a bucket or container of chioce!

Missing Our Baby (by sarah)

I keep forgetting she's not here and going to check on her in the dead of night, I think Al is taking her continued abscense harder than me. We've phoned mum and dad so much to check up and try to speak to her that I'm starting to dread the phone bill!

Not that she actaully seems to have noticed we are missing from her life - apparently she's been asking for Meeeme (Minni/any cat) but not for us!

She's also been ill again though they did tests and its definatly the chicken pox, wish we could be with her 🙁