Stuck in the Mud

Well, as the dissertation is handed in and I have officially pitched my first design to a real life client I finally have the time to catch up on my blogging...

About a week ago James's Dad rang up to say he was stuck in a field.

We mocked him continuously after we rescued him only to have the same thing happen to us a couple of days after... ahem...

We were investigating Sandon Hall and took a wrong turn onto a single track road which led to a rather intimidating farm. When we realised we were heading for the farm we panicked. After reversing for about half a mile and almost running over 3 pheasants we decided to just turn around on the frosty grass.

James took us onto the grass and unfortunately we hadn't realised there was a giant marsh type thing there.

Yep, James had to run up to the farm and beg for help whilst I sat and tried to become invisible in the car.

A few minutes later James comes sprinting down the lane (I immediately presume the farmer is chasing him and start to try and frantically free the car) and he informs me the farmer is following with a tractor.

An hour later we were home and trying to wash our shame and embarassment, which had taken the form of thick orange mud, from our recently valetted car.


On a new note, I seem to have worked so hard I have given myself an illness.. Having spent the last fortnight in pure stressville I have now got some sort of thyroid problem which feels like it is choking me.. Got to go for blood tests on Friday. (James is making me laugh as he keeps asking if it was his fault - over Christmas I accidentally got elbowed in the neck)

The Twilight Zone

Yesterday evening James and I went on a family outing to the cinema to see Miss Potter (very bizarre I know!).

Amy was nearly half an hour late and so we arrived at the cinema with a second to spare before the trailers ended and the film began. As we stood in the queue the girl at the desk began ripping lengths of paper out of her desk. She picked up a telephone and dialed a number..

The phone at the empty desk next to her began to ring.

Eventually a rather lanky young man arrived to her aid and stood pointing at things whilst she continued to pull all of the paper roll from her printer. I supressed the urge to shout "just open the other bloody desk"

Finally the girl sorted it out and we purchased our tickets.

As we walked into the screen we were about 10 minutes into the film.

As the film drew to an end and James and I sensed that the credits were about to roll, we started to prepare to leave.

Credits are now at "Cheif Auditor" and "Legal Advisers" and nobody has left the cinema.

We sit stunned, not knowing what to do in this scenario we sit and try to find the most amusing name on the credits.

The images at the side of the credits have now gone and still nobody moves!

James tells me that he is quite desperate for thee toilet but he can't get out of the screen until everyone moves.

A fit of the giggles begins to set in. Why is no-one leaving!!!

As the credits stop and the lights come on the collection of people around us (mostly in their latter years) begin to walk down to the bottom of the stairs. At this point they then begin to make friends with each other and discuss the film!

So strange! At this point James rushes out of the screen to the bathroom and i dissolve into laughter...

The staff holding the door open looked as confused as we were.




(also - I changed the printer to fast draught today and it scared the hell out of me! It was practically launching paper at my face and I'm pretty sure the whole room was shaking...)

TOW kitty goes to the vet

Oh deary me..

Today Kitty went to the vets for her claws to be trimmed and to have an injection of antibiotics.

She was not amused when I removed her from her breakfast and placed her inside a cage. She was also quite upset when I took her up the road to Amy's house in said cage in below freezing temperatures. By the time she got to the vets in Solihull she must have been quite p'd off.

According to Amy my cat managed to turn into a psychopath screaming and hissing and, when detained by two nurses, promptly began to bite everyone. The tried to hold her down with a towel but to no avail.

In the end they put her into a "feisty cat bag." Yes, that is indeed a cat version of those bags that they use on swans..

Who just finished a dissertation? Oh yes, that's right - ME!!!

Wahay!

Dissertation done (well, first draft.. getting read by James tomorrow..)

I feel liberated!

Tinged with sadness at cat going to vets tomorrow.. Once again she has managed to produce copious amounts of puss (hehe.. pardon the pun!) in her paws..

Also cat has managed to remove a menu from 3d max and am desperately seeking for a way to bring it back..

Hmm..

(must also use this opportunity to admit that I am an awful person. I was going to enter the cat in a competition to use her as the "new face of purina one" and then pulled out as I got afraid that her original owners would recognise her and want her back. Ahem)

My new years resolutions always begin late..

essay word count: 2780 (good as I restarted essay this morning - long story)
Amount of 5 a day fruit and veg consumed: 2 (and a quarter) not very good..

I never like to decide on a resolution without proper thought. I have decided that my new years resolutions are as follows:

1. Must always put full effort into degree work
2. Must not put off degree work in order to sleep on couch
3. Must get up earlier and make an effort with breakfast
4. Must attempt to have 5 fruit or veg portions a day


Well, my will power is lasting out today, I have managed to do half of my essay this morning - meaning I have broken through the mental block barrier! Hurrah!

V. nice tutor woman helped me - I never realised how much help explaining my essay would be in actually writing it! (sounds silly but it had never occured to me..)

Am also on a healthy new year mission. I am so fed up with eating junk, so have decided to try and keep to the 5-a-day campaign. Also, am starting to have home made bagels with philadelphia, watercress and chicken for lunch next week instead of my usual stress food of kinder egg, cherry lips, peanut chunky kitkat and a rather dubious packaged sandwich.

Oooh - on the subject of "the great gale of 2007" - Noticed through blown over fence panel that neighbours wooden summer house was sat upside down on its roof!

On a lighter note, success of essay is a direct result of buying James his nintendo wii. All praise the Wii.. Have been able to sit and work without any form of interruption :)

I've never seen him get so much exercise playing a game..

Finished by Wednesday? It'd have to be a bloody miracle..

word count 1900 (ish)


Sat down to do work at 7.

word count is now 1870...


HOW?!?

It seems I can only delete things or replace gibberish with shorter sentances and, as a result, am never ever going to finish this bloody essay.

Following from a previous blog topic elsewhere..

The curse of the computer

Someone (namely James) once told me that it is nigh on impossible to crash a mac.

I feel that today I have aquired enough proof to eradicate that theory.

Am cursed. Macs hate me. Am mac devil.


I was writing dissertation on James's (far prettier and more slender) laptop today - he stole mine to watch a million Rocky films - gahhhh - and realised had not saved work for a while.

Pressed the cute little floppy disc icon (why are we still so backward with icons? surely cd or memory stick image is more relevant now?) and the little pinwheel came u.

Stared at it for 5 minutes.

Pinwheel keeps turning and turning. Quite hypnotic actually...

Once I had pulled my gaze away it occured to me that i needed to restart.

This would mean losing a whole page of work. (!)

Luckily had viewed the whole page before saving and if squinting hard enough could make out writing.. So sat down and hand wrote (shock horror) the whole page.

Now i just have to re-type the whole thing..

Post 100

Wow, 100 posts.. I feel I am growing up.. have managed to actually stick with something and not get bored!

Well, I think everyone now knows about me and James apart from my Brother and Sister. (I was going to tell them at the weekend when it was Nephews Birthday but there were so many people there and I didn't want to steal any of the limelight from the baby..)

Am now suffering from "work crisis"

Have realised that my dissertation is due in 3 weeks along with my pitch to the Birmingham Museum guys and am rather worried I just wont get it done..  To remedy this I have booked an appointment to talk through my dissertation next 
Wednesday just to scare me into getting the bloody thing done!

Tutorial is with new person who is filling in for tutor having mysterious operation. Fill in tutor happens to be called Jane McDonald which keeps making me smirk uncontrollably and am worried I have turned it into a "thing" and now I will not be able to control my thoughts of random outbursts of show shongs..

Anyway, I am going back to my strangly addictive searching for country manor houses....

Sparkle sparkle sparkle

How pretty is that?!? He did a good job on his own! Am amazed.. diamond seems to hover unnattached to anything..

Must explain the presence of the photo below.. Just before he asked me we were sat having a (very windswept) picnic and he managed to distract me by indicating how cold the seagull looked - I then jibbered on for a couple of minutes about how the seagull did indeed look very cold and ways in which we may be able to catch him and take him home.. I wonder if he realises just how odd I am?


Anyway, am off out for a meal tonight to celebrate (never realised just how much I hate attention! Very scary telling parents - and Grandma....)

Well, I'm back from Wales...

Mrs Kate Tildesley

How odd that sounds..

But I suppose that this giant diamond means I had better get used to it :P


I'll bring more details tomorrow, am knackered!