Thursday, 3 January 2008
I've moved. Not to the same sort of 'house'. Some changes, amongst others it's in a different area. Different front door. Different flooring. Different atmosphere. Only one neighbour as yet. Get the metaphor? Email me if you want to visit :).
Wednesday, 28 November 2007
Sunday, 18 November 2007
Thursday, 18 October 2007
Daughters - John Mayer
I'm in love with this song at the moment.
Only a handful of songs make me cry. This one does.
Monday, 15 October 2007
Friday, 28 September 2007
My son's off school today and there are a few things that needed to be done. Get the holiday tickets from the travel agents, get him (another) new tie - the first one was nicked at school....also get Hubs some shitty ready meals (yeah...he likes to have them occasionally at work, even though they are rather crappy and expensive!! Whatever....).
Thanks for anyone/everyone who has commented, I don't always reply, but I'll make more of an effort. Digger - you monkey!!! :) Seriously thank you.
Anyway, Hubs has been superb at being happy recently. Probably just becuase we fucked a couple of times in the last week, after a two month (almost) dry spell - which was so peaceful and heavenly to me. Needless to say I didn't get any orgasms from sex with him at all. None. I am quite a selfless (yeah, believe that if you can!) person and would feel guilty if he didn't come just because I didn't come - but I know that's what I must do to get my 'reward'. I know it, but practising it is a whole lot harder to do. I can come sooo easily by my own hand....it's such a bloody frustrating time having sex and not feeling satisfied everytime. It really is. I challenge any man to go 15 years without coming during sex with their partner, then and only then (?) will they know what I am feeling on this matter.
The wedding on Sunday was lovely. The traffic (we drove - Hub's idea! - to Kensington, in London) was dreadful because parts of the city were closed to traffic - it was 'freewheeling' Sunday, only cyclists were allowed. Pah. The bride looked glowing in a cream dress, with a short train and lots of pearls attached, plus long lacy sleeves. She actually wasn't 'tangoed' thank heavens and had barely any make up on, which I much prefer to the tango skin, bleached white hair and pink lipstick style so often seen at weddings. My daughter looked pretty in a brown, velvet halter neck dress - I'd tonged her hair in ringlets. Hubs wore a beige suit and my sons both were shirts and trousers - quite smart. I wore a long spaghetti strap, pale flowered dress and my sister-in-law said I looked 'stunning' !! What a load of bollocks. Hmm. I took 10 minutes to get ready and wore only mascara, lipstick and hadn't had anytime to do anything with my hair. I told her I didn't have any figure and she said she knew many women who'd love to have my figure. Wtf. Takes alsorts. I wish I could have rosetinted glasses too!! It was the poshest wedding I've ever been to, thus far, with a saxophonist and guitarist playing gently in the background. The food was gorgeous and I'd love to get the recipe for the cheesecakes we had for dessert. The bride, groom and father of the bride had short but sweet speeches (how I like 'em) - but the bestman made a complete pig's ear of his speech, talking about lactating and porn mags!! lol It was funny, though.
Thanks for anyone/everyone who has commented, I don't always reply, but I'll make more of an effort. Digger - you monkey!!! :) Seriously thank you.
Anyway, Hubs has been superb at being happy recently. Probably just becuase we fucked a couple of times in the last week, after a two month (almost) dry spell - which was so peaceful and heavenly to me. Needless to say I didn't get any orgasms from sex with him at all. None. I am quite a selfless (yeah, believe that if you can!) person and would feel guilty if he didn't come just because I didn't come - but I know that's what I must do to get my 'reward'. I know it, but practising it is a whole lot harder to do. I can come sooo easily by my own hand....it's such a bloody frustrating time having sex and not feeling satisfied everytime. It really is. I challenge any man to go 15 years without coming during sex with their partner, then and only then (?) will they know what I am feeling on this matter.
The wedding on Sunday was lovely. The traffic (we drove - Hub's idea! - to Kensington, in London) was dreadful because parts of the city were closed to traffic - it was 'freewheeling' Sunday, only cyclists were allowed. Pah. The bride looked glowing in a cream dress, with a short train and lots of pearls attached, plus long lacy sleeves. She actually wasn't 'tangoed' thank heavens and had barely any make up on, which I much prefer to the tango skin, bleached white hair and pink lipstick style so often seen at weddings. My daughter looked pretty in a brown, velvet halter neck dress - I'd tonged her hair in ringlets. Hubs wore a beige suit and my sons both were shirts and trousers - quite smart. I wore a long spaghetti strap, pale flowered dress and my sister-in-law said I looked 'stunning' !! What a load of bollocks. Hmm. I took 10 minutes to get ready and wore only mascara, lipstick and hadn't had anytime to do anything with my hair. I told her I didn't have any figure and she said she knew many women who'd love to have my figure. Wtf. Takes alsorts. I wish I could have rosetinted glasses too!! It was the poshest wedding I've ever been to, thus far, with a saxophonist and guitarist playing gently in the background. The food was gorgeous and I'd love to get the recipe for the cheesecakes we had for dessert. The bride, groom and father of the bride had short but sweet speeches (how I like 'em) - but the bestman made a complete pig's ear of his speech, talking about lactating and porn mags!! lol It was funny, though.
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