Wednesday, October 03, 2012

So it goes

Right then, I am checking in here to say, I really don't have time to update this anymore.  What a pity, but there you are.  Motherhood is by turns wonderful and exhausting, and having time to myself is rare.  Blogging really is the last thing on my mind.

My daughter turns one at the end of the week, and I return to work shortly afterwards.  Thanks to anyone out there who might still be reading.  TTFN.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Back in a bit

I suppose this is it. I'm aware that my updating of this blog has been pretty sporadic this year, and this will continue for the forseeable future. I am now heavily pregnant: all I want to do is sleep. It's like my body is shutting itself down in advance of the main event. Fair enough too. We are as ready as we'll ever be for our new arrival, as far as it's possible to be ready for a new human's bewildering but it's also an adventure.

Giving up work was wonderful. Since then I've seen Lol and Baby Freya, Bee, DL, The Wandering Ms Doyle (all the way from the Antipodes) and Lucy. We are due to see TL and his lovely girlfriend tomorrow. I've been doing a lot of laundry.

While I'll still be functioning on Twitter and email until the birth, I'll be back to this once D-Day has been and gone.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen

We have moved. I was very sad to leave the flat, but I am adjusting to our new home pretty quickly and all seems to be well. There is plenty of DIY to be getting on with, none of which I can actually do, so poor old JJ has his work cut out.

In the meantime, London appears to have gone back in time to 1981. I am not very coherent on social and political matters at the best of times (echoing what The Man Who Fell Asleep just said on Twitter: "I am swinging violently between knee-jerk right-wing anger and wet-blanket, liberal empathy. I will probably settle somewhere in the middle"). However, talk of rioters being "feral rats" makes me uncomfortable.

I think we are probably reaping the whirlwind of underfunding youth services for years. A contributing factor is surely the consumer revolution that has taken place in the last fifteen years or so: we are seemingly obsessed with designer goods and gadgetry. Hence, seeing a shop, kicking the windows in and and taking the fancy stuff you want for free seems in some way justifiable.

Having said the above, I am keen not to excuse the actions of the people who have been smashing up our towns and cities (and lest we forget, killing people). Let's not forget that the riots began when a peaceful demonstration about a man's death in Tottenham was highjacked on Saturday. I was furious to see some of our town's finest heading into Kingston on the 371 with empty holdalls on Tuesday night, hoping, I suppose, for a bumper haul. I suspect the only thing they came back from town with was a thick ear, given the heavy police presence. Some of those kids couldn't have even been 13.

Where was it said that we are generally 20 years behind America? It's getting on for 20 years since the LA riots, which at least seemed to be actually about something rather than just wholesale smash and grab.

That's enough of that. Like I said, rarely coherent.


Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Honey, let my ghost linger

More time off. This is because I didn't want to swamp the blog with talk of the pregnancy. But we've been through all this before, of course. I have been genuinely busy - I've far too much to do for someone so slow and large, in fact.

I will say this, on the pregnancy front. The baby goes mental for sugar. It had a rave in there when I ate some Reeses Peanut Butter Cups a few days ago. I imagined it was like Bez, lolloping about with a pair of tiny maracas and a blissed-out look on. Anyway.

We are moving in a week and a half. We've been living in this flat for almost ten years, so I have mixed feelings about going. This was our first home, and it is a lovely place. We have good neighbours, it's accessible (but not so accessible that it is expensive) and I get to use the PC while looking out onto trees.

However, it's just no longer practical. It's not a great spot for a small human. The rooms are bitterly cold in the winter, unbearably hot in summer. We are two flights up, which is killing me when I get home every evening, and I have ten weeks (maybe more) to go of lugging my peanut butter'n'chocolate-loving hitcher about.

We are moving to a house. It has a couple more rooms than we are used to. It's less than a mile away, a bit closer to the Thames. I'm looking forward to it, but not, all at the same time. Possibly this is because it's all happening when I am so slow and large.

Life meanders along, heavily and deliberately. My Mum's birthday came and went, and while there was a moment or two of sadness, I treated it as a day like any other. I was spared the weeping and wailing, which was appreciated. We went to a family BBQ. We attended a glamorous wedding reception in Chelsea at which we danced to our favourite Northern number ever. We saw Bridesmaids, which was funny but also sweetly sad.

So there you have it. [And not a word about the hacking scandal either. Oops!]

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Beyond the sea

Another gap.

We've returned from a week in Dorset. It was utterly peaceful, with nothing to fill the days but eating cakes and scones from Leakers Bakery and watching the brilliant Homes Under the Hammer (I mean that sincerely: it's addictive viewing). We even got to see The World's Greatest Dog (and her accompanying human), which was a special treat. We laughed our arses off when a wave splashed her, which was rather cruel of us...she spent the rest of the walk casting a wary eye at the sea.

I also filled my head with many things Fey: her autobiography, Baby Mama and 30 Rock season 4. While we're on the subject, I happened upon this today: someone has transcribed every single line that Tracy Jordan has ever said in the series (eg, “Frank, for all your hard work, please accept this set of solid gold nunchuks.”)

Other stuff is happening. There's a move on the cards (subject to contracts), and a heck of a pile of attendant paperwork to complete. On the baby front, I'm growing steadily larger and each morning brings another frustrating rifle through the one drawer of clothes I fit into. My back pain seems to have gone, which may be because of the acupuncture I've been having, or maybe not. I'm hanging in there.

The next few weeks are busy. More electronic music/Jarvis, another wedding reception, a weekend away, a couple of catch-ups with some notables, and GEORGE CLINTON speaking at the British Library. No, I didn't dream that. It really is happening.

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Thursday, May 12, 2011

I see your picture, it's the same old frame...we meet again

This evening, I'm going to type a few words about my mother.

It's a year ago today since she died, and tomorrow is the official anniversary. It's not been a great week. But you know - I don't want to feel sad all the time. I'd like to remember my mum at her sarcastic, witty best, and not be weeping and wailing. That does nobody any good, after all. Letting misery define you is not the best idea (I wish I could go back in time and tell the 17 year old me this) .

Anyway, I'm sure she would be pleased to hear that the baby is doing well (my 20 week scan was this afternoon), and that I don't intend to lie face down on the carpet all day tomorrow, weeping. The first anniversary was always going to be the toughest. But life continues on, as well it should.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

You've taken the fun out of everything

I'm aware it's been a little while. Thing is, I don't want to do that whole "I'm pregnant, this is what's happening to me in minute detail" thing. Just as the wedding happened largely offstage, I think that the whole baby thing shall too. No-one really wants to hear about my physiological curiosities, how large I'm getting, and how often my sleep gets interrupted by weird dreams/shooting pains. That's what Twitter is for. [Joke.]

The hayfever has been plaguing me again, and I can't take anything for it (apart from a nasal spray). This has been a pain, and it has also stopped me from doing stuff.

However, we did spend last weekend with the family in Devon. We had a lovely time. It was nice to see everyone, but it was bloody exhausting, and I came back needing more time off to recover from the time off.

Dog bulletin: Bella has taken to jealously guarding the tortoise (little Daphne) on her first trips into the garden. The footage of the dog snapping and snarling at anyone who approached the tortoise pen was both funny and faintly disturbing - as was the video of her trying to pick Daphne up in her mouth. Not ideal for Daphne. Yet again, Bella is confused about what puppies actually look like. I can't quite believe that she thinks hard shells are regular attire for canines, but hey ho.

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