Liz Going On

I want to be homeless, well more accurately I’m frustrated. 

Why doesn’t anyone want to buy my house?

I guess it’d be helpful if some people had actually viewed it as that is the first step. Surely there must be someone out there who wants to buy a lovely little two bedroomed terrace.

I’m getting a bit fed up as the house has been on the market for three months. And it’ll take forever as these things always do.

I still blame the media. Its all their fault scaring off the first time buyers.

Rubbish! 

Since when has it been socially acceptable to share bodily images with all and sundry. For example sending a picture of your baby ultrasound out with your Christmas card. Or putting pictures of your knee arthroscopy on facebook.

Look at my gallstones!

I don’t want to see inside people. I have to do that at work. I don’t consider it socially acceptable to show images of internal things without someone requesting to see it. Ok, if I was pregnant then I’m sure I’d have a picture from my baby scan. And I’d happily show it to my nearest and dearest, if they wanted to see. But I wouldn’t put it up on facebook for all my 263 friends, work colleagues and acquaintences to see.

Rant over. 

That is the question. But I suspect the answer is fairly obvious at the moment. Not to do wins hands down, that’s why I’m blogging!  I have pleanty to do, but none fills me with excitement or glee, so I am avoiding them.

I’m recieveing lots of post at the moment. Post is ace!  And I’m sending quite a lot too. I’m writing more letters and sending nice things to nice people. And I seem to be getting nice things back, which is most totally excellent. Today’s postal joy was a letter from Rhi, which was almost as long as her dissertation and was wittier than a novel by Paul Merton.  I may reply tonight, or I may save the reply for my train trip north in a couple of weeks.

Its gone dark already and is pretty cold here. I only woke up at half two, but didn’t really surface until almost 5pm oops. And now I’m blogging to waste more time.

This must stop. 

Ok, I’ve shaken myself by the scruff of the neck and remembered that there’s lots of nice things happening in the next few weeks. Liz is going to be very busy, but it’ll be great!

Firstly, Mommie is coming to visit on Tuesday. I miss her and I’ve not seen her for a month!

Next, we’re going to C & D’s housewarming in Londontown next weekend. It’ll be great to see them all, and A too!

Thirdly, the weekend after I’ve got a long weekend, and a visit to Edinburgh. To see Alison and Adam! I love them both and miss them and it’ll be great.

And there’s more. Soon after that its Easter, and my birthday and we’ll all (Andrew, Mum, G & K and me) be in Borth and we’re going to have a bonfire on the beach with fireworks. And chocolate! Wooop!

And more, more. Then its off to Cornwall for a week of singing excellence. Hurrah. And we’ve got a fab Bach concert on 20th March (st Matthew passion) which is a fantastic sing too.

And even more. My bridesmaid frock almost fits and is beautiful. Thought I do need to put more dedication into the diet. My body seems to be shrinking (I bought a pair of size 14 jeans this week! At the start I was struggling to fit into a size 22) but the scales are a little stuck.  

So much to do, so much fun to be had, so little time! 

I’m rather busy today. But also quite bored. I’m working the night shift tonight (and for the rest of the weekend) and I’m desperatly trying to get boring chores done before I leave.  I’m leaving for work at 1.30pm. Why so early, I hear you ask?  Well, I’m visiting a friend who is in hospital and then I’m off to the cinema for more gore and Jonny Depp goodness before heading to work at 8pm.

So far today I’ve been to the dentist. He’s well cute! And I’ve shopped and bought bargains, but forgot to buy any milk. Humph. And now I’m resting in my cleaning spree. The washing machine is working and there’s clean sheets on the bed. I’ve scrubbed the kitchen floor as it’s been a tad dirty since the rabbits moved in. They’re back outside now its warmer. I was really worried about Reggie. He was so cold and didn’t move for hours, even when I warmed him up by the fire. Beryl wasn’t her usual naughty self either, though she did managed to wee on Andrew (and the floor, thankfully not the sofa). The lounge is also rather dirty. I’m sure I only vaccumed and cleaned last week, but now its dirty again, rubbish!

I’m really tired today. I’m not sure why. I’d love a nap, but its not forthcoming. And my left shoulder still hurts. I’m not sure what the osetopath did to it, it didn’t hurt before I went. Hmm, I shall ask him about it when I next see him.  

Guess I should get on with the things on my list.  

In the style of facebook.  I can’t be arsed to write a proper post.

Liz is wearing a new pair of jeans, and they’re a size 14.

Liz is rather cold.

Liz is worried about bunnies with hypothermia.

Liz is thinking she should clean the kitchen, as there’s saw dust everywhere.

Liz is happy when out walking with friends in nature.

Liz is liking recieving a lot of post.

Liz is really liking early finishes at work.

Liz is glad she found Liverpool, but expected more culture.

Liz is still happy singing, but a bit fed up with choir.

Liz is slightly overhwhelmed with the impending busy-ness at weekends for the next 10 weekends.

Liz is a bit stressed and doesn’t always say things nicely.

Liz is worried about her Mum.

Liz is still ignoring things on the to-do list.

Liz is very good at writing lists. 

I’ve hated Valentines day for many years. When I was single it rubbed my nose in it and made me feel broken and unloved.  Now I’m in a relationship I still hate it.  It is overly commercial and goes on forever.

If you love someone, tell them.

If you want to buy a present for the one you love, just do it. But don’t bother with overpriced tacky pink and red rubbish gifts.  I love recieving presents and flowers, who doesn’t. But the only people who profit from Valentines day are resturants, card shops and interflora. Talking of which, a bouquet of 100 red roses from them is £500. What a waste of money!  Ok, so they’re pretty but certainly not worth five hundred quid.

If you want to go out for a romantic meal for two, then just do it! Don’t bother trying to get a table on this overinflated day.

I’ve sent two cards this year. One is to my Mum, as I love her very much, and as St Valentine is the patron saint of love, I made her a nice card. If I’d have been a bit more organised I’d have sent a couple of cards more, to others that I love.

So, in my opinion Valentines day is rubbish, and I won’t be celebrating it. (and that’s not just cos I’m on call!). 

I’ve been to town today.  I love shopping, but only when town is quiet.  I bought a nice shirt and some underwear and an umbrella.  I went to Fopp and wrote a letter while drinking coffee. Bliss.

I was meant to be getting some fancy dress for Andrew (involving nipple tassles and a leotard….) but I failed in my challenge. Anyone out there got some he could borrow? 

Yet again I’ve got jetlag without having been anywhere nice. Night shifts. They mess with your head.  It should be 11am. But its 5pm. ConfusedLiz.

I made the most of the weekend, despite being busy at work. On Saturday Andrew and I went for a morning walk around Daisy Nook, a nice nature resereve type thing near his house. It had seemed ages since we’d spent some nice time together. And on Saturday we went for a walk in Lyme Park, in the late afternoon. It was fab. I love Lyme park. At the end of our walk it was getting dark (and close to closing time).

And today I’ve done more sorting and tidying. Its all I seem to do. I’ve thrown out more clothes (some to jumble and some to give away, Alison, its your lucky day!) and I’m about to sort out my shoes too. Then tomorrow I need to go shopping for shoes and clothes that actually fit! 

I have a nice feeling today, as I’ve got the day off. But its always a little bittersweet as yet again I’m working nights. Sigh. Anyway, its nice to have a day free to get things done.

Last night I saw Sweeney Todd at the cinema. It seems like ages since I’d been to the cinema, but I guess the last time was between Christmas and New Year with Rhiannon, Andrew and Mum in the cute little old Market cinema in Shrewsbury. Atonement was on the bill then, and it was rather good, but nothing compared to Sweeney Todd. It was gory and beautiful and I went knowing very little about it, except that it was good, so it was nice to find out it was a musical and directed by Tim Burton.  I want to see it again! But I also want to see St Trinians as that looks marvelous fun too.

No one wants to buy my house. This is most annoying. I wish the media would stop forecasting doom and gloom as it seems to be a self forefilling prophecy. Rubbish!  Hopefully things will pick up soon.  Andrew is doing very well with his DIY tasks, so soon his house should be on the market too.

I seem to be a bit of a letter writing demon at the moment.  I’ve written six in the past week, and will probably pen another one tonight. Some people won’t reply, some people can’t reply and others will reply when the mood takes.  I really missed writing letters when I was studying, and I’m just enjoying wiritng now, so I’m not really that bothered if people don’t reply. Although recieveing post is always a good thing!

Friday has become weigh day.  I feel thin this week, but I’m being weighed at lunchtime and I think I’ve chosen heavy clothes so I really hope the scales agree.  Some of you might laugh at the heavy clothes bit, but evey ounce makes a difference, especially if I was wearing light clothes last week. Fingers crossed its good news. I am trying to be really really good as I want to get to my goal weight/size soon as I miss eating and things. And i’ve got two fantastic pieces of clothing that I want to fit into, one skirt and a bridesmaid frock.

Enough random waffle from me. Time for a cup of tea.