Oh the weather outside is frightful… Yes, a bit early for Christmas songs but an apt description of the incessant, unrelenting rain that Wellington has decided to model for January. Not cold, just WET. Continue reading →

I am in Chester. My car is due its MOT and poking through the sales seems marginally preferable to sitting in the Kwikfit waiting room. It is the last day of my thirties <doomy music> and I am hoping to find something to wear to my party that makes me look a. slim (tricky, this close to Christmas) and b. young (tricky, see above). The sales are full of tat and I am exacting, as while it must fulfil criteria a and b, it must not look as though it is trying to – nothing that screams “skimming over problem areas” thankyouverymuch. Continue reading →

I’m writing this post at the end of a day that has been spent delving into the archives of the Victoria and Albert Museum. I’m currently studying MA History and Culture of Fashion part time at London College of Fashion, and today’s visits were part of the unit I’m studying this term. If you’re wondering where the Cyberman comes in… I’ll get to him later. Continue reading →

I am on a bus.

I spend a lot of time on buses. For various reasons (mostly financial) I get buses to work rather than the faster train journey. It’s three buses each way, one very short, one reasonably short, and then the long one which I’m on from the very beginning to one stop from the end. On a good day this means spending about 3.5 hours on the bus, on a less good day, closer to 4.5 or even 5. Although this means less sleep, and less free time, it has its up sides: I always get a seat (very unlike the train), I get through a lot of books and/or podcasts, when I get to work from home it practically feels like the weekend.

But when I day dream about promotions, one of the first things on my list is a train ticket.

I’m in Tesco in Milton Keynes, gobsmacked. Utterly gobsmacked.

It’s January 8th, and yes – there’s Easter Eggs on the shelf. Motherf……..

Easter Eggs in January, FFS

It’s going to be a LONG damn year…

Sorry about the pic. Bad lighting, bad time of day, bad background, etc. Continue reading →

Feeling Nebraska-ish

The blues usually hit me in February, but winter weather came early and so I am ahead of schedule.
One of my knees has been waiting for surgery since last year. Three-month wait to see specialist, then told during appointment that it would be at least six months to get the operation. Now,at the seven month mark, I call his office to see what’s what.
“Oh you’re down for a reminder call in June”
WTF?
D and I are out grabbing a few groceries– it’s too cold for much else. I turn and see the baby ski hill. Not a chance. My life is on hold. I’m furious.