Fortune, Luck and Heels

Today started very well when the postman didn’t bring anything that jumps but did bring a little gift from the premium bond people. Maybe because it's Friday the 13th it seemed a little more exciting. If you have Triskaidekaphobia* it probably isn’t but then the Friday bit will be irrelevant. I’ve always rather liked the number 13. It seemed somehow naughty to not be afraid as a child – as if I was defying someone or something.

I briefly wondered what message I might be sending out with my talk about locusts, scorpions and bearded dragons. I had the thought when I mentioned using a cantrip* to stop slugs eating plants and then I Twittered about the Venus Fly Trap being hungry. If you think I live in a little shop of horrors you could be right. Our plant can only manage flies though. However, I did enjoy Sweeney Todd a lot but that is more to do with Johhny Depp.

The mealie worms are still a little wriggly problem made big by my mind but I managed to feed the lizards a wax worm the other day. Vinnie can manage the mealies and I can’t allow myself to be beaten by a 2 year old. Although to date he is still ahead. My challenge of the beasts begin on Monday.

Lizzie and I are hosting a Soul Weekend in October so please drop by Beyond Bliss (link left) for more information. These are suitable if you have a difficulty to sort, if you are seeking some answers or just for the fun of a weekend away experiencing the equivalent of a Spa for your Soul. Held in the exquisite Voewood House there will be laughter; maybe a few tears but no mud or paper knickers! Unless you bring your own and keep it private.

Mick and I saw Sex and the City in the week at Alton Cinema. It is a very cosy affair like being in a sitting room of giggly women. And, yes Mick was the only man experiencing the pleasure/pain/extreme suffering.


* Triskaidekaphobia – extreme fear of the number 13
* cantrip – little spell (sometimes mischievous) (not me ☺)

A Tall Tale

We went to the land of long-legged lovelies on Friday: London if you’re wondering. I can’t say I’ve really noticed how tall people have got until now.
Is it like when you reach a certain age and you think anyone dressed in a police uniform looks as though they should be in school ... You reach a certain height but then realise you need stilts?!

We went to Camden and while I did my thing at the office of Spirit and Destiny magazine Mick strolled about looking for beautiful things to buy me. That might not have been his original idea but that was the end result. The plan had been to meet up when I’d finished and we’d go to see Sweeny Todd at Leicester Square. However, I had a complete blissful Goth moment in the market so Johnny will have to wait until another day.
It is a fantastic place full of vibrancy and colour. All styles of everything. It is a shame that a lump of it has burnt down. All those livelihoods. It must be very stressful for people.

Vinnie is 20 months old and has quite a repertoire of words. He can ask for most things, sings a lot, can name his body parts, understands yes and no and knows who we all are.
One of his favourite words at the moment is ‘help’. He uses this at times such as having a nappy changed or when it is time to leave somewhere, the ball park for example.

The other day Charlie, Vinnie and I went to the shops. She wandered off to New Look and left me with Vinnie, supermarket trolley and all the bags of shopping. Please note we are good at it. There were lots.
Without warning or provocation Vinnie decided he was in a situation that required immediate aid so he started calling for help. Not in a gentle funny baby chat sort of way. Oh no. In a clear perfectly formed, “Help! Help! Help!” way with each new request being louder than the previous one.

Charlie’s phone was apparently out of signal to receive my screams for help. Yeah right. A likely tale.

Aren’t small children a delight?