It seems there’s a fairly nasty virus doing the rounds lately. Most people I know came down with it late December and my mother came down with it early last week.
Of course naturally, I’ve been quietly gloating that I’d avoided it.
So I guess it’s my own stupid fault.
Can I come out now?
Honestly that month, the *cough* festive *cough* period gets worse every year.
I just don’t do holidays, I just like to hibernate for a few weeks until it’s all over.
Between all the doom and gloom on the news, and the same set of christmas songs playing everywhere you go if you leave the house… It’s just not worth it.
I must be looking better than I thought.
I went to the grocery store yesterday after a trip to the Doctors with both parents… It felt like a family outing…
The woman on the checkout asked if we’d had a good day.
It’s half term for the schools this week, and it would seem she obviously thought we’d had a day out for the family while I was off school.
So it seems it’s that time of year again…
Yep that’s right, it’s time for another barrage of weeping, wailing, begging and sob stories, collectively known as the X-Factor, Britain’s equivalent of American Idol for those that don’t know.
For anyone who doesn’t know, the X-Factor has 4 judges and 4 categories, over 25′s groups, under 25 boys and and under 25 girls. After they narrow it down at boot camp, each judge gets a category to mentor.
They’re currently showing the final episode before the live shows were we get to see who gets through, and I’ve just figured out what’s missing.
They need a fifth judge
Yes, it’s true, there really is life after internet… One of these days I might even get to take part in it 
There seems to be a general blogging strike going on the past few months. Hardly anybody seems to be writing much of anything, and I have to say I’ve been one of them. I don’t know if it’s the weather, the time of year, or just one of those things…
But whatever it is I’ve just had no great urge to write anything, and there’s been nothing interesting going on to spark any interest.
Well I feel like a right numpty this morning.
I was paddling around the various community sites yesterday when a profile popped up, joined 22nd August, looking to meet new people and make new friends…
I looked, and not even a welcome comment, so being nice I thought I’d say hi and welcome.
I saw a baby Sparrowhawk earlier.
I’d never even seen an adult one until last year, now we have fairly regular visits.
There was a bit of hopping around in the tree in the garden, and I thought I saw a curved beak in there. A few minutes later we saw an adult Sparrowhawk leaping out of the tree and flying off.
Then a second or two later there’s a little mini Sparrowhawk hopping out of the tree and onto the fence to look into the garden, then it too flew off.
I’d swear it was being shown around.
Now here’s where you get your fresh meat…
And here’s the bread and milk aisle…
Naturally they were here and gone before I had a chance to get the camera to take a photo.
*pouts*
It seems I’m bag hunting again…
I don’t know what it is with me and bags, but I can never seem to find the right bag for my needs.
Part of the problem is I’ve never quite worked out how to travel light, so even if I didn’t mind stuffing all my junk in my pockets (which I hate) there’s just more junk than the pockets have a hope of holding, so I require a bag.
Well I survived my car driving trip, and more importantly so did the car and everyone else on or near a road…
A fact I should really probably have posted weeks ago, you know, straight after it happened… Still better late than never
It seems the nose job went well. Daddy Dearest arrived home yesterday.
We were expecting him to call to say he was on his way around lunch time, mid morning at the earliest…
But no, 7am the phone rings to say he’s on his way.
What kind of a time is that to be kicking sick people out of a hospital?
