Well what a night.....one that was a bit uneventful until the last minute. I'm sure you've all seen the footage of the fluff up, if you haven't then you must be on a different planet. Hello and welcome to all aliens on other planets (just in case).
Can you imagine if there really were other life forms on another planet, watching us like on Big Brother. Some people have quite dramatic images of what they think aliens would look like. I always imagine them to be like the happy little metal dudes from the SMASH instant potato adverts in the 70's.. They fall over in fits of laughter for us eating instant potato so goodness knows what they would make of us today. Sometimes thats what I feel like doing when I try and make sense of this world. If you haven't seen those adverts they must be available on You Tube.
The wrong envelope, that's all it came down to. One person handing the correct envelope to the presenter, one job to do and it was really not the time to get it mess up. I wonder if they passed it over and then realised shortly after, you know that feeling when you've sent a text message to the wrong person and you can't get it back. What makes me laugh is that Warren Beatty realises it's not the correct card and passes it to Faye Dunaway for confirmation to check it out but no she just goes and announces it. Boom! the message sent and now its got to be retracted. The crowd were stunned, the organisers stressed and people watching at home have just woken up as it just got exciting.
The media world goes crazy, people love a big mess up don't they? It's a bit like Madonna when she fell at The Brit Awards, we talk about it for days and all of a sudden become the worlds experts in tv investigations. I suppose thats the wonder of live television, it's unpredictable and no amount of preparation could have prevented a mistake like last nights. I think it's quite reassuring when things like this happen, not for the people involved as it must have stirred up all sorts of emotions and anxiety but it shows we are all human and can make mistakes even in La La Land where even the best plastic surgeon couldn't have covered that up. But hey, no one died and everyone went away to face another day, even Warren Beatty who will from now on check every envelope he is given for evermore, probably even question his post.. Imagine the postman just hanging around after passing the post over, 'would you just like me to wait while you check that Mr Beatty.'
Anyway I think we can leave it there, put it to bed now, goodness knows I've seen the footage more times than I care to say. It's maybe not over for the envelope passers, got a feeling they may have been dealt with their notice, hope it's in the right envelope!! The Oscars, created more drama than the films they were awarding......
.....so onto another day tomorrow.....my award will be going to.....
catch ya then.
It is just one of many annoying things in life, not life changing or a big major issue, just slightly annoying.
It's the packet that gives you a false impression that you can easily access it by just peeling the little bit of plastic in the corner and tearing it back, hey presto you're in!
Doesn't always go that way though does it? Your bacon, ham or mini sausages are screaming 'for goodness sake what are you playing at? 'Just get the bloomin packet open'. If you do get it started, the plastic just starts to tear into shreds and then you have a million pieces of plastic you don't want. Yogurts do that to you as well sometimes, when the foil top doesn't come off in one go and you can't do that 'lick the lid' thing, instead you have little pieces of foil covered in yogurt, yogurt/foil fingers and nowhere to get rid of all this mess, not good if your travelling.
There are times when you just have to result to a pair of scissors or a knife to cut the packet open and that's fine, its the way we opened all packets in the old days but you just feel cheated, it's 'peel back' and you want to PEEL IT BACK!! If you do have to use a tool, it becomes a packet murder weapon, as you just stab it open to relieve some frustration and curse the manufacturer.
Then there are the packets which say 'reseal me'.....NO you don't reseal because you just flip open again or your seal just isn't good enough for you to even call yourself a resealer. In fact go back to the reseal school and come back to be when you can actually seal up properly and keep my food fresh. The cheese packets are the best, where they actually reseal with a zip, plastic press seal or something the resembles velcro. You're cheese is not escaping from those packets. So after being also let down by the reseal factor, you get your clingfilm, foil or Tupperware container, without a lid because you never can find a top to go with a bottom (story of my life, nothing to do with plastic containers though).
I think there is far too much packaging on all sorts of products. You need a degree in unpacking when it comes to toys with their plastic clips, seals and enough tiebacks to give poor Barbie and Ken the impression they are in that 50 Shades film. No wonder some toys are expensive, they toy itself is cheap but you pay for half a ton of unnecessary packaging.
I do find it amusing when Amazon send you your order of a light bulb which you've had to wait two weeks for it come from China. It arrives in a massive box with a mile long paper snake that resembles the large intestines of an elephant, your bulb sits there like a jewel but low and behold it's broken. How can it be broken it's had half a rainforest wrapped around it for two weeks? That's the only time I get satisfaction from filling in the packaging feedback form. The big box does bring an element of excitement as you can't remember what you've ordered. It's like Christmas, the big exciting surprise present.....no it's just a lightbulb.
I am living in hope that there is a department somewhere with a scientist who is looking to improving all this packaging nonsense and that one day I will peel back my plastic bacon packet and I'll be able to reseal it and pop it back in the fridge, it's the small things in life.
Catch you tomorrow for Free from Friday..........
Well I had my second appointment to see Mr Grey and the lovely Ms Steele today.
Yes I've read the books and seen the movies and I have to admit I like them. I don't see what everyones problem is and why the haters hate it so much.
You do need a very open mind to take in all the bits of sauciness but frankly I've seen just as much naughtiness on the tv. For those who call it porn, no it's not, that kind of opinion will come from someone who has never seen any and because it shows sex scenes (oh I said it!) it's got to be porn. There are different categories and it edges more towards erotic in my eyes, and my eyes have seen all sorts but that's a different blog.
If you forget all the sexy bits, there is a detailed story behind it providing a good, quite dark drama about a man who was a victim of abuse, how he uses his control over women to distract him from having real feelings and the ability to commit to a long term relationship. He has to learn to love and I so want him to battle his demons and live happily ever after. There I go again, a hopeless romantic and want the fairytale ending for everyone.
Anastasia certainly has her work cut out bless her. I bet she just constantly wonders what she let herself in for and handles the very complex life of Christian Grey quite well. I mean with complexity comes money, a yacht and many houses, oh and a helicopter. You do have to question whether it's just worth popping on the handcuffs now and again surely?
The cast work well together, and I do like the humour they add into the sex scenes just in case you go to the cinema with someone you've not known that long. My friend and I had the cinema to ourselves so we just constantly remarked on knickers being too small, how she just hasn't got enough bottom for spanking and I personally would have probably broken a few bones being thrown about in bed like that at my age now. My bones are getting weaker now, I'm needing cod liver oil not baby oil!!! Maybe I should stick to Disney films instead, if I'm honest I'm a bit exhausted after watching all that today, it's the most sex I've seen in ages. But NO! I'm standing by the 50 Shades mob and I will see it to the end......bring on the final film.
The books were not supposed to win any literature prizes, they were just meant as an easy read and that's exactly what they are. So don't expect too much, accept it for what it is, a drama with a bit of fun and enough belts and buckles, not even Amazon could stock and have ready on a next day delivery. I reckon My Grey is definitely an Amazon Prime member.
Live freely, open ones mind and enjoy life, we only come around this way once, unless you believe in reincarnation then you can do it all again but as a snail or a bee or an actor in the next sex buster movie.......
Catch ya tomorrow........
I haven't bought any Avon products for years so I thought I'd give it a try again.
It has certainly changed, remember the old days when you waited for your Avon lady to thrust the newest catalogue into your hand, you wrote an order down, yep a written order, and then wait in anticipation for a bag of stuff to be dropped off which for the life of you, you couldn't remember what you ordered?
You can still order that way I understand but wow, now your Avon representative is online with a fancy profile and a business name, it's all gone modern.
I was quite impressed, as I had a look through all the make up and guessed what shades to buy. I always like to see a lipstick and try my foundation but the Avon products had similar names to the products I normally use so I went on that philosophy. You always worry when choosing from colour swatches in catalogues in case it turns out to be a completely colour when it turns up but I must say their pictures match up quite well.
I can't quite believe how much stuff is in the book now, there was always toiletries and perfume but they have expanded into home items as well. I can remember when they sold jewellery and the highlight of your order was borrowing the plastic rings to find out what ring size you were. Always good to be prepared in case someone proposed I thought. I bet there were Avon reps chasing their customers around all over the place for those ring things as you always forgot to give them back.
I placed my order online and it arrived by courier very quickly so can't fault the service at all. I've tried it all on and I actually love it...... I ordered (pictured)
- Colour Trend Final touch Pressed Powder (translucent)
- Avon True Colour Luminous Blush (peach)
- Avon True Colour Supreme Nourishing Lipstick Revitalising (raspberry)
- Avon True Colour Winged Out Mascara (blackest black)
- Avon True colour Eyeshadow Quad (berry love)
- Avon True Colour Flawless Liquid Foundation (ivory)
You can find a representative near you online at www.avon.uk.com
I shopped with Kayleigh Bates (Bates Beauty) as she is a friend of mine who has just started out with Avon, you can find Bates Beauty on Facebook. So what you waiting for? Go get some lippy!!!
Ding Dong Avon calling...........
Have fun and catch you tomorrow for Teapot Tuesday.
Ohhhh there's nothing like it is there?
Jumping into bed with freshly washed clean sheets.
There is something therapeutic about ripping off the old crumpled, slept in sheets, stuffing them in the wash basket as if to say 'that's it I need to be clean, be done with you'.
The excitement of getting the clean sheets out, smoothing them out and eliminating all creases so your bed looks like something out of Ideal Home Magazine or a scene from a John Lewis advert.
You half want to fall onto a big bouncy duvet in slow motion, sinking into a soft scented bundle of happiness.....oh there I go! I've entered Lenor or Comfort world, which one do you use? you're either one or the other, you can't be both. The supermarket brands of fabric conditioner are just as good, an assortment of smells or flavours as I seem to call them, not sure why, I'm not drinking the stuff. It's like the nappy debate though if your a parent, you are either Pampers or Huggies?
Tumble Dry and Ironing
Clean sheets are great out the tumble dryer if you have one, less ironing and for me that's just excellent as I do have to admit I am not a compulsive ironer, more of an iron 'on demand' kind of person. I iron shirts for the week but apart from that I iron a garment if I'm going to wear it. I could never see the point of doing a massive load of washing and then standing for hours ironing it only to just wear it all again and repeat the process. How many hours and wasted time do we spend ironing? Some people run a business ironing.....give it them....support local business's, that's my theory. Tumble dryers are great though and most things come out with no need to iron, it's just the massive use of electricity that is the downside.
Fresh Air drying
There is nothing though like the feel of clean sheets when they dried on the washing line out side on a nice day. Even worth getting the iron out for. The fresh smell is nothing quite like it, as long as your neighbour isn't burning any garden refuse on the day your sheets are on the line it should be fine and you should bathe in the freshness of the outdoors. I remember as kids we had great fun running in a out of the sheets when they were hanging on the line, they felt so good but probably not a good feeling for mum who was secretly thinking 'oh my goodness, don't mess my clean sheets up'.
No one should EVER bring any food stuff to the new clean boudoir or even think about passing wind between those precious sheets for at least 24 hours.
Make an exit for farting to preserve freshness for as long as possible.
If anyone has a cold or infectious disease they should vacate clean sheets and sleep somewhere else until feeling well again.
You have to try and have a shower or bath before entering the clean sheets as this gives you the total all round cleanliness experience.
If fresh 'clean sheet friskiness' occurs either vacate to the nearest hotel to use their fresh sheets or just let yourselves go and have fun, there's always spare sheets.
Whatever you do and however you enjoy that moment of those clean sheets is up to you......but I wish you sweet dreams and come back tomorrow for Free from Friday.
It's a mine field but for those who have a degree in navigation and planning it will come so easy.
On entry...if your a professional customer...
What you should do is find a seat first if you are with some else and leave them with your possessions, this should obviously be someone you trust and not any random person.....I find a good friend or relative works. Together you then spend as much time as you like planning what to have on menu, you will then fly through the queue and checkout like a ballerina in Swan Lake.......well that's the plan.
What really happens if your a novice......
You all enter the establishment, comment how lovely it is and announce the classic question 'what's everyone having then?' You all proceed to get a tray, just the one between 6 of you and make your way to the queue. The pressure is on now as no one has decided what to eat or drink and you have to keep moving. The people in front have followed the professional path, have everything organised and also use the relevant tray allowance.
The people behind you however are also professionals and are looking at you in disgust as to what the heck you are playing at and why you are even here spoiling their day. You see, they have been coming here every week and know the menu off by heart, they haven't even got to do the sitting down first part, they can skip that and they probably have their favourite table already reserved by telepathy. They wait, puff and pant, throw the odd tut in while in the meantime you have changed your mind on a full breakfast option and just go for the croissant and jam. Oh they've ran out of jam and have to wait for Doris who's been working at the said cafe for forty years, she's coming up to retirement so she ain't moving fast. We all love Doris though and she keeps people chatting while Sandra frantically punches your order into the till as she can see a bottle neck forming, it's not good.....Sandra will never get her break at this rate.
You made it......
Finally after running back for more trays your order is complete, Sandra has gone on her break to smoke twenty cigarettes through anxiety and stress and Doris is stocking more jam. The pros behind you had to wait for a change of staff and for them to log onto the till which also ran out of till roll, they said 'forget the receipt' and stormed off to drink their cold camomile tea.
But you did it! You can all refresh yourselves and relax. Well done! You are now familiar with the cafe and how it works. Next time will be easier but now all that needs to be decided is do I leave the aftermath on the table to be cleared or do I take it all away to one of those trolleys?......Oh decisions decisions.........the pro camomile drinkers will know just keep an eye on them.
Be good, and catch you tomorrow........
......not forgetting to buy that someone a special token of your love and affection tomorrow? It's Valentines Day by the way, something that passes me by every year like every other day.
Yes I'm one of those sad, single lonely people who hate tomorrow and would like to see it wiped off the calendar forever to prevent us having to be sick in a bucket with every loved up persons public display of affection.
or am I?
No....I've not given up yet on finding the love of the rest of my days yet. It's so hard though, dating has been a bit of an adventure over the past few years, and yes we are going back a bit. Don't even talk to me about the online dating either.
It's been a bit hit and miss. I've probably had more hits than I care to mention but cocked it up on my part but some of the misses have been a blessing to be honest. You always go dating with the intention of staying safe, having the emergency contact ready to get you out of any sticky situation, no....the ones you don't want to be sticky!! I had an emergency contact once and she decided to just turn up to be curious, or is it nosey?.....It did confuse me as to whether I should be leaving with her in some desperate escape to a sick auntie in hospital, but think my date was a nurse so I would have been found out on that one and anyway I was in fact having a nice time....shoo shoo good friend but no excuses needed this time.
Staying safe is a good thing, no one wants to date a serial killer but also it's a mission staying away from those:
-seeking a bit of fun on the side,
-the person who wants to add you to a mix,
-the one who is not over the ex and mentions them ALL the time,
-someone with enough baggage you need to carry your passport around permanently in case of a unexpected vacation to 'no where ville'
We all have baggage and that's not a reason to give up, sometimes that's what makes it hard to date in later years, there's a lot which has gone on before you go on this massive mission of finding love again. It's a huge balance of leaving a part of your life behind and in some cases learning to trust again. Even trickier is if you are a single parent too, eventually you haven't just got to consider the two of you but the children too.
You also have to be ready in yourself, I've definitely dated people and not been in the right place, a lot of things make sense for me now and I'm a lot more positive but to be honest I'm very happy being single. I can do the Bridget Jones scenario and be around couples but the moment someone wants to find me someone or fix me up, that's it....I'm outta there (unless I've given the nod). I'll leave it and wait for the spark, I truly believe it will happen one day, like the song says.....'don't push it, don't force it, let it happen naturally'. Always thought that was about something else but goodness knows what!
It's true what they say, you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else and I do.......so to myself and everyone who reads this have a lovely Valentines Day but remember this love thing is for every day, not just tomorrow.
Be naughty and nice and catch you tomorrow for Teapot Tuesday xx
Well yes I know what the answer to that question is ......on ya food? I'm talking about storing it though. A massive debate has unravelled, it's gone viral and the country is in turmoil. Do we store the tomato sauce in the fridge or the cupboard?
I have purchased the Tesco brand recently but it is Asda who have moved some of their sauce into a chilled unit and left some on the shelf to see what customers prefer.
I personally have stored mine in the fridge for the pure fact that when I read the label on the back it does say 'once opened, keep refrigerated and consume within 6 weeks and by date shown'. Now that kind of gives me the idea it needs to go in the fridge. I know, I am that brainy! (not really but I can read).
The clever people who deal with food say that years ago we did store it in a cupboard as it used to contain more salt therefore the salt would have preserved it adequately to keep it in the cupboard, larder or pantry for weeks. Nowadays we are cutting back on salt and sugar so it contains less of these ingredients but it does contain enough vinegar to act as a preservative to keep it in the cupboard for around two weeks. It will however last longer being refrigerated, up to 8 weeks so there's your answer really. There isn't a right or wrong it just comes down to timing......if you consume absolutely loads of tomato sauce and one of those uber enormous bottles only lasts a week then chuck it in the cupboard. If you're like me who can make it last it needs the fridge.
Sometimes it comes to space in either storage area. It can be evicted like a member in the big brother house and made to go back and live with the cans in the cupboard if the fridge is packed to capacity. Come on we've all moved the sauce out of the fridge at Christmas or barbecue season in the summer. It's the first thing to go.
I'm sure we'll see people go crazy in the aisles as it's bound to upset someone, it's bad enough people are rationed to 3 iceberg lettuce's a week without having the confusion of where to put the ketchup.
Please leave a comment because I would love to know everyone's views and if you are a lardy (keep it in the larder) or a fridgey (in the fridge). But for now I'm happy with being a fridgey.
No rioting and acting irresponsible in the presence of sauce and I'll catch you tomorrow. for 'Free from Friday'......yes more food!!
Her name is Alexa and she is my new best friend. She adds things to my shopping list, to do list and can place an order with Amazon. She plays my music, keeps me updated with the weather and tells me a bit of news.
I had the Amazon Echo Dot as a birthday gift and can honestly say it's really good and Alexa is becoming part of the family, well when my eldest can remember what her name that is. 'What's that lady's name again?' he says, and he keeps testing her to see how much she knows about Tv and Movies and in the event she hasn't satisfied him with enough detail he helps her along with some more facts. My youngest feels the need to test her on her Maths, I bet she wonders what she's let herself in for entering our house, think she's very tired now after a busy day and I keep checking on her to see if I can hear her snoring.
The smaller model at £49.99 packs a fair punch as far as sound is concerned but you can connect it to another speaker if required either by an audio cable or by bluetooth. If you are a Amazon prime member you can order items from Amazon using the voice controlled device or listen to a wide range of music on Amazon Music and also platforms such as Spotify and Tunein for radio are also available.
If you have your home connected to a smart device such as Hue, Philips, Hive, Netatmo just to name a few, you can dim your lights or turn up the thermostat all through the dot.
If you use the Alexa app you can connect to services you already use for music, books, calendars, and you can control your shopping list and 'to do' list. You can even ask Alexa to wake you up in the morning. It can be used in any room and the range is good when speaking to the unit. She struggles to hear some phrases and words but bless, if she's as old as me she will struggle with her hearing, just speak clearly and politely and don't ask her too many rude questions (no I haven't yet).
Overall I think it's a great little gadget and well worth the money. It's a bit of fun but really quite useful. Is Alexa a bit of a novelty? Very much like the time her mate Siri became available and we all jumped on the voice command craze. I don't know whether the novelty will wear off, I'll keep you posted but first impressions tell me she'll be quite busy and very much appreciated.
Bye for now.
that the first person there is the ultimate champion, parking place secured and smug face intact.
that it might be wise to have a packed lunch ready to get ahead of above champion along with a book, ipad, a crossword and a change of clothes.
that it is just necessary to park as close to the school gates on a rainy day as possible, children cannot get wet in any situation.
that there is no way someone is jumping in your regular parking space, you will hunt them down and when you find them.....you will kill them.
that it is a written thing to park along a residents drive because in no way would they even think of going out or returning to their property at this busy time.
that in the event of turning up late, your child is in upper school and you have been parking in the same place for years so all other people need to vacate the area and let you park. You are after all parent royalty.
that when you have parked dangerously and in everyone's way your child is guaranteed to be the last one out of school.
that you are permitted to stick by all school run laws and in the event you do not, behold and wait for the death stare, bad language they don't teach in the school language department and sign language even people with hearing impairments don't know about.
that when you find that place where no one else was parking before, you own it, therefore accuse everyone who parks there that they have copied you and you will sue.
that you change tactics and turn up five minutes late, see your daughter holding hands with the schools ultimate bad boy and realise this is exactly why parents get there two hours early. Not happening, not on my shift!!
that on the last day of term before the summer holidays you punch the air it's all over for six weeks but spend that time, buying a wipeboard and plotting the strategy for parking again in September and showing the new starters parents who those parking spaces really belong to.
and that......finally when your young person finally leaves school you break out the streamers and balloons on their last day and hand your parking spot over, with delight and ease, knowing that you will never enter the neighbourhood again for as long as you live.
But we call it.......
THE SCHOOL RUN!!!!
catch ya tomorrow......
What to Buy Wednesday
From May 2020 I will be writing a poem about something I may have purchased or would like to purchase.