Back at work after my two weeks of lazing around. Finished packing well kind of. Have started getting out my summer clothes again!.
Over and over im saying to myself "Dont give up, dont give up". I think it was a month ago i was due to move in and now 4 weeks on those damned contracts are still way outta sight. Ive chased solicitors, moaned at agents, threatened on both sides to pull out and still like a push me pull ya im still stuck in the middle. I have to drive by the damned house everyday to work. I even know their living patterns. Moving house is indeed a nightmare. Is there anyone out there who can give me some encouragement. Ive tried keeping busy, not thinking about it, getting drunk, moaning, shouting, sleeping.  Im more ready than ready.

God when i read this back i sound a right depressed twat. Perhaps just a good kick up the arse would surfice. Mmmm and I suppose it was my decision to move after all. Could do with a good laugh..... i think ill go look in the meeroar in my beehd room  LOL -  that made me laugh!!
    Happy Days!! xx

"Hello?", "Hi honey. This is Daddy. Is Mummy near the phone?"

Waiter walks up to a table of old ladies eating their lunch and asks, "Is anything OK?"

A bus stops and 2 men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.

The lady sitting next to them ignores them at first, but her
attention is galvanized when she hears one of them say the following:

"Emma come first.
Den I come.
Den two asses come together.
I come once-a-more! .
Two asses, they come together again.
I come again and pee twice.
Then I come one lasta time."

The lady can't take this any more, "You foul-mouthed sex obsessed pig," she retorted indignantly. "In this country. we don't speak aloud in Public places about our sex lives."

"Hey, coola down lady," said the man.

"Who talkin'abouta sex? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spell 'Mississippi'."

;

XXXX   Bye for now   XXXX

All in all not a bad week-end. Went with a crowd to Greatstone Beach on Saturday with a lorry and two trailer load of horses.  15 of us in all.  It was soooo cold and windy. My daughter took her pony and was off like a rocket galloping across the sands into the distance with a group of her friends. next thing i see is her walking back along the beach .... on foot !!! No pony!!.... pony hoofed it into the distance travelling at speed and on its way to the next beach St Marys Bay.  She had apparently tipped over in some sinky sand.  Poor lass had been trampled on luckily everything ok. So there we were one child covered in wet sand and bruises and no pony. Off we marched down the beach in the direction of the disappearing pony. Some time later riders appeared with pony thankfully in one piece and minus any irrate passers by she may have run over in her flight!. Once attached to pony again my daughter obviously made of strong stuff was off down the beach at speed again. True grit thats what i say must take ofter her mother lol!!. 
Now proudly sporting a blue hoofprint on her back she's back at school showing it off to all  her mates. However I have heard her say "Not keen to go down the beach again". Thank God thats what I say..........