Mr S the builder has had his second interview and was coming over to help us, but fell down his staircase and slipped a disc. I want to feel empathy but just want the room to be finished as the carpets are being fitted on Tuesday the 1st December. Husband and I are back to DIY.
Aupair is worried about our current 'credit crunch', she feels tried with all her extra jobs and wants things to go back to how they were (told to me tearfully). Currently wondered whether 'stressed out' means the same in Spanish as it does in English, but have told her everything is fine and not to worry!
I worked in the vintage shop on Saturday, aupair looked after children, whilst husband sold 'hot lurch' at another local market. Bottles sold-20, vintage clothes sold-1 belt, DIY-none, rain- lots and red wine drunk -one bottle between us!
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Monday, 23 November 2009
Credit five
The family have made it to Monday by the skin of our teeth. I was selling 'Hot Lurch'(our chili sauce) at the local market last Thursday. I had taken two weeks off due to loosing my voice, and husband having to pick up his metal and not being able to pick up the bottles in time for production.
It all seemed to start well a friend arrived by a stroke of luck and sorted out the stall, bought me a coffee, I parked the car, and she even stayed for a chat. Spoke to a nice woman who was selling her brothers animal prints(the racing hare was wonderful) and she kindly agreed to get him to sign one of his cards. This can be one of the husbands Christmas presents at a grand total of £2. After that things went down hill - the guy next door to me bought me a donut (felt sorry for me with my veg soup in a thermos), the antique man then rushed over and said was I expecting another child, the discount book man was quick to follow with - 'why do woman (looking at me) wear their hair with know style, hanging down lankly?' I privately thought do I have ugly cow written on my forward today! I sat eating the donut, licking my lips (antique man giving me a knowing smile from across the market) feeling a little sorry for myself. Only sold eleven bottles so might give next week a miss and go to the gym.
Worked in the shop on Friday selling about £1,050 worth of stock, ate a discount couscous for lunch which was quite tasty. Woman came in for a garter, tried on a number of vintage dresses and left with a 'white fascinater'. I am constantly wondering do any of us shop logically or just get into a frenzy to spend money, and then can not remember anything until we are outside the shop with the bag in our hot little hands floating down the street. I am enjoying the wave of others buying without having to spend a penny myself.
The cousins arrived on Saturday and I spent allot of time filling the recycling bin out of their eye line with all the discount brand packaging. In a moment of safety I cleared my brother in laws computer off the kitchen table, placed it on the single bed/sofa (one day we will have a wild party again and the bed could be used!) onto a cushion, out the the five children's reach. He later discovers I had placed the computer directly on top of 'Silvo's' sh**, which went over his hands, computer bag and into the computer through the bottom grate. His time was spent taking the computer apart and clearing up sh**. Never the less the whole family enjoyed Sunday lunch greatly and were none the wiser to the higher sugar and salt contents no doubt!
It all seemed to start well a friend arrived by a stroke of luck and sorted out the stall, bought me a coffee, I parked the car, and she even stayed for a chat. Spoke to a nice woman who was selling her brothers animal prints(the racing hare was wonderful) and she kindly agreed to get him to sign one of his cards. This can be one of the husbands Christmas presents at a grand total of £2. After that things went down hill - the guy next door to me bought me a donut (felt sorry for me with my veg soup in a thermos), the antique man then rushed over and said was I expecting another child, the discount book man was quick to follow with - 'why do woman (looking at me) wear their hair with know style, hanging down lankly?' I privately thought do I have ugly cow written on my forward today! I sat eating the donut, licking my lips (antique man giving me a knowing smile from across the market) feeling a little sorry for myself. Only sold eleven bottles so might give next week a miss and go to the gym.
Worked in the shop on Friday selling about £1,050 worth of stock, ate a discount couscous for lunch which was quite tasty. Woman came in for a garter, tried on a number of vintage dresses and left with a 'white fascinater'. I am constantly wondering do any of us shop logically or just get into a frenzy to spend money, and then can not remember anything until we are outside the shop with the bag in our hot little hands floating down the street. I am enjoying the wave of others buying without having to spend a penny myself.
The cousins arrived on Saturday and I spent allot of time filling the recycling bin out of their eye line with all the discount brand packaging. In a moment of safety I cleared my brother in laws computer off the kitchen table, placed it on the single bed/sofa (one day we will have a wild party again and the bed could be used!) onto a cushion, out the the five children's reach. He later discovers I had placed the computer directly on top of 'Silvo's' sh**, which went over his hands, computer bag and into the computer through the bottom grate. His time was spent taking the computer apart and clearing up sh**. Never the less the whole family enjoyed Sunday lunch greatly and were none the wiser to the higher sugar and salt contents no doubt!
Monday, 16 November 2009
Credit four
Husband and I spent all of Saturday painting, leak has been stopped. Then in the evening we both drank far too much wine. Mother arrived with Pickel, my father and a friend from London, at 11am the next day for lunch. The friend went to the loo and could not flush it, husband had to run upstairs with Ru on his back to rush to her aid! We managed a walk in brief winter sunshine which was uplifting for all of us.
Chilli production is once again underway, although husband has been shortlisted from 20 down to the last 3 for a big art project in London, understandably his mind is elsewhere and Saturday night after dinner, we were in bed and he had to rush down to the aga to rescue the onions from over roasting. The apples last night where only remembered in the middle of the night when husband jumped up and ran down stairs shouting 'On S**t'(black) so have been put to rest in the piggy bin today!
Found some wrapping paper for 15p a roll so only hope it can survive my wrapping of presents in December. Tried to make Pickel part with an old white bear to give to the children in Africa that her nursery are collecting for. We had bought it in the car boot sale in the summer. She was not having any of it saying she loved its pink nose. I tried all my adult persuasion and in the end gave up she had given a yellow duck in a pink raincoat after all!
Chilli production is once again underway, although husband has been shortlisted from 20 down to the last 3 for a big art project in London, understandably his mind is elsewhere and Saturday night after dinner, we were in bed and he had to rush down to the aga to rescue the onions from over roasting. The apples last night where only remembered in the middle of the night when husband jumped up and ran down stairs shouting 'On S**t'(black) so have been put to rest in the piggy bin today!
Found some wrapping paper for 15p a roll so only hope it can survive my wrapping of presents in December. Tried to make Pickel part with an old white bear to give to the children in Africa that her nursery are collecting for. We had bought it in the car boot sale in the summer. She was not having any of it saying she loved its pink nose. I tried all my adult persuasion and in the end gave up she had given a yellow duck in a pink raincoat after all!
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Credit three
Mr S has been working on the skirting boards for two days and we have run out of money ( he also has been looking into the electrics and the numerous leaks that have suddenly sprouted from the ceiling.) It looks like it is now a case of our DIY. Husband and I start painting tomorrow, then pulling up old carpet, a bit of plastering and a check of our no existent bank balance.....
I left a message for Mr S ( far too long and emotional) , he rang back and husband had to speak to him and explain we would have to save up for another day to pay him! Mother rang to ask how it was going, I felt bad that nothing seemed to have happened and the money had run out! She mentioned it was irresponsible for us to be planning to go on a holiday next year. I felt upset and snapped. The husband had to ring back and sort things out. Going to watch the end of Knight Rider with husband and call it a night.
I left a message for Mr S ( far too long and emotional) , he rang back and husband had to speak to him and explain we would have to save up for another day to pay him! Mother rang to ask how it was going, I felt bad that nothing seemed to have happened and the money had run out! She mentioned it was irresponsible for us to be planning to go on a holiday next year. I felt upset and snapped. The husband had to ring back and sort things out. Going to watch the end of Knight Rider with husband and call it a night.
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Credit two
Mr S has come to help us sort out some of our DIY problems. He is in between jobs at the moment , well his second interview is next week! Mother has given him a list, taken Pickel to London and left me the cash to pay him with. He has fixed all the skirting boards in the sitting room, turned three live sockets off, been electrocuted once, fused the house making a cup of coffee, found another leak in the our ceiling and all in a days work!
I went to my work and hours later returned home in needling rain wondering how many of us have someone else in the middle of our relationship - is it Mother or our dog Mali? Note to self must not let Mali sleep in between us tonight...........
I went to my work and hours later returned home in needling rain wondering how many of us have someone else in the middle of our relationship - is it Mother or our dog Mali? Note to self must not let Mali sleep in between us tonight...........
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Credit one
I am a housewife with two children, a daughter who is a spirited three year old known as Pickel and a boy who is a big eater of bananas at one years old, known to us as Ru, a dog Mali, a cat Silvo and last but by no means least a husband, a very talented artist.
To keep the home fires burning I am currently doing three part time jobs, couple work two nights a week, selling home made chili sauce (made by the husband at night) and working in a vintage clothes shop. We have a lovely aupair who has now become our lodger and I am trying to find her extra jobs as every one's income is low on the ground.
Last night we had the neighbours around for nibbles and wine, the man wants Spanish conversation with my aupair. We all drank allot of wine and once the neighbours had left we flagged it up with the aupair that she should make sure it was only Spanish conversation that he wanted!
The chili sauce production has ground to a hault due to the health and safety petrol in our local market. I don't feel our kitchen is up to scratch with Silvo the kitten's cat litter, Mali the dog giving it a good clean and the children's helping hands at meal times scattering food like snowflakes daily.
The house is like an ice box, something keeps fusing the fuse box and we all take it in turns in darkness trying to get light onto the situation. I just managed to laugh, returning from couples work ( although tonight was slim on the ground with two no shows and a one and a half hour break to make tea, contemplate my diary, chat to a work mate about her baking a cake for her childs first time of the month as a celebration and a quick pee before driving home to our house which had descended into darkness. My mother and the aupair where almost frozen sitting in coats, my husband miles away on an art job, mobile light in hand I braved the switch board of electrics and the boiler controls, he said just press boost and the heating will come on! I am now heated nicely after a double whisky and the boost button! Mother had just informed me the bathroom lights are not working but the hot water is on and she has just finished brushing her teeth with Pickels paintbrush, I shall brave my nightime activites with cauction.
To keep the home fires burning I am currently doing three part time jobs, couple work two nights a week, selling home made chili sauce (made by the husband at night) and working in a vintage clothes shop. We have a lovely aupair who has now become our lodger and I am trying to find her extra jobs as every one's income is low on the ground.
Last night we had the neighbours around for nibbles and wine, the man wants Spanish conversation with my aupair. We all drank allot of wine and once the neighbours had left we flagged it up with the aupair that she should make sure it was only Spanish conversation that he wanted!
The chili sauce production has ground to a hault due to the health and safety petrol in our local market. I don't feel our kitchen is up to scratch with Silvo the kitten's cat litter, Mali the dog giving it a good clean and the children's helping hands at meal times scattering food like snowflakes daily.
The house is like an ice box, something keeps fusing the fuse box and we all take it in turns in darkness trying to get light onto the situation. I just managed to laugh, returning from couples work ( although tonight was slim on the ground with two no shows and a one and a half hour break to make tea, contemplate my diary, chat to a work mate about her baking a cake for her childs first time of the month as a celebration and a quick pee before driving home to our house which had descended into darkness. My mother and the aupair where almost frozen sitting in coats, my husband miles away on an art job, mobile light in hand I braved the switch board of electrics and the boiler controls, he said just press boost and the heating will come on! I am now heated nicely after a double whisky and the boost button! Mother had just informed me the bathroom lights are not working but the hot water is on and she has just finished brushing her teeth with Pickels paintbrush, I shall brave my nightime activites with cauction.
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