Just Jo!

My mobile is dead! It needs charging. I have lost my charger. And in the excitement of my new ‘puter, I neglected certain things like….ooh…the telephone bill(!), so I can only receive calls on the landline at the moment. It’s New Year’s Eve. Oh whoop-di-doo!!!
In the next day or so, I will get a guilt-trip call from my mum, “So you’re not talking to me then?”
Others will just think I am a totally miserable and ignorant cow! Oh well, that’s life!
And our cupboards really are bare now, popping to the local shops for bread will no longer suffice, so joy of joys(!!), we got to go into town! Hoo-bleedin’-ray!!
We had to stop off at my friend’s to give back a few DVDs. She’d asked for some educational websites that we use, her son’s got SATs coming up, so we were going to give her those as well. Easy enough I thought, she livesthisclose to the town centre. She wasn’t in, but we were prepared for such an eventuality….everything was already in an envelope to pop through the letterbox. Again, easy enough I thought, except she has no letterbox!!
So we trudged up to the high street, stopping off at the Works, ‘just to have a look’.
We came out with girly Geomags, a kids knit-your-own hat and scarf kit, a dragon pencil (for her), a frog pencil (for me!), an ocarina and a thumb piano. We were slightly more self-controlled in Smiths, just a Klutz Bead Rings book, so any girly birthday presents are also now taken care of!
Then it was Holland and Barrett’s and Sainsbury’s to get what we actually went into town for. Supplies aplenty for a huge fry-up tomorrow breakfast and some snacky things tonight, I’m not going to attempt cooking when I fully intend to see how much alcohol I can safely consume!
We bumped into Jackie in Sainsbury’s, hurrah! So we chatted (yes, we were those annoying people, “Why have they *got* to talk in the middle of the aisle?!”), handed over DVDs, and arranged to go and see them on Tuesday. Olivia desperately wanted to go back to their’s right then. But I desperately wanted to track down some tomato juice for my Bloody Mary tomorrow morning. It’s another of my ‘Things’, birthday and Christmas mornings = Buck’s Fizz, New Year morning = Bloody Mary’s.
We headed home so Olivia could make her Islamic prayer mat. She’s designed it, and painted the background in watercolours, when it’s dry, she’ll use pens to add all the fine detail. Looking good so far though.
Then she got out her new Geomag. I have resisted getting any until now because she has so much K’nex and Lego, handed down from Adam and greatly added to, that I resented buying any more construction like stuff. But, hey ho, it’s her Christmas money, and she’s wanted some for ages because a lot of her friends already have it.
Blonde Alert!
Getting it out of the box, she was muttering to herself, “Cor, the trouble with this Geomag is it all sticks to itself.”
Oh where’s the wine????
Adam is heading off down to Exmouth with some of his friends for the night. They’re getting dressed up as gangsters….again! They all did for his 18th down in Newquay. I’m beginning to think that he likes getting dressed up almost as much as Olivia! (Although I haven’t had to make any costumes for almost a year now.)
We’ll be heading up to my bed later to watch a few films and Jools’ Hootenanny with some bubbly for the chimes. I might even let her have some of her indoor sparklers up there too. Well, it’ll be one way to fill my bedroom with a bunch of firemen for the night!!!
And I had a Lush bath last night. I love Lush. I love Lush so much in fact, that I really do not mind all the detritus that is so often left behind after such a bath. Last night it was a Chelsea Garden bath ballistic.
‘Rose, jasmine and lavender, plus masses of flower petals turn your bath into a herbaceous border. Drop into a warm bath for fizz and floral fragrance.’
Hmmm…..’masses of flower petals’? I think my ballistic must have got the entire batch’s allowance of petals. Let’s just say that 24 hours later, I am still picking petals out of my….. no, I think I’ll leave it there and let you all ponder!!!!
Night night!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
And as my stepdad always says “The party doesn’t even start ’til midnight!” (He’s Scottish!)