Photo Challenge Day 5

Seven days. 

Seven black and white photos of your life, no people no explanations. Everyday challenge someone new. 

Day 5 of 7.

Bring on the Ginger One

Ten years ago today I went on an Oxford pub crawl, I invited GO along and the rest, as they say, is history.

Photo Challenge Day 4

Seven days. Seven black and white photos of your life, no people no explanations. Everyday challenge someone new. 

Day 4 of 7.

Photo Challenge Day Three

Seven days. 

Seven black and white photos of your life, no people no explanations. 

Everyday challenge someone new. 

Day 3 of 7.

My Spirit Booth Selfie

Photo Challenge Day Two

Seven days. 

Seven black and white photos of your life, no people no explanations.  

Day 2 of 7.

Photo Challenge Day one

Seven days. 

Seven black and white photos of your life, no people no explanations.  

Day 1 of 7.

It’s Beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Well it is at the Manchester Christmas Fair at least.  Not to be confused with the Christmas market.

Worth a repost

I am a Soldiers daughter, and a Soldiers daughter is someone, who at one point in their life, left their family and friends to move around the country and abroad to support their father as he served his country. Regardless of personal political views, it is an honour to support those who serve their country, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer remember that fact. I am so proud of my papichen and all of the people he served with.

In honour of couples week

In honor of couples week, here’s our story

           Met  👫 27th October 2007

           Dating ❤️ 5th December 2007

            Engaged 💍 2nd August 2011

              Married 💝 5th April 2013

Happy Birthday Papichen

Happy Birthday to the best dad a girl could ask for.  

You are my hero and the first person I ask for help.  

Have a wonderful day, even though you hate birthdays.

From your favourite financial burden. 

Time for a Birthday Treat

I wanted to treat him, I wanted to whisk him away to an “it” restaurant, to sped the night in a hot tub on a rooftop terrace overlooking.  This isn’t us though, I’m not a fan of pretty food that doesn’t fill you up, I need grub, good grub.  We do dress up but we dress to impress each other, our clothes make us look nice they don’t make a statement.  On top of this it was Friday and I wasn’t in the mood to spend the whole night travelling.  With this in mind I booked a table at a little trattoria in Hebden Bridge.  

Happy Birthday Ginger One

Happy Birthday to the best husband a girl could ask for.

This place is a vipers nest

I have worked in some tough places with some difficult people but this place takes the biscuit.  I have recently found out that my line manager had been bad mouthing me behind my back.  We had a weeks break and I was sick as a dog, but I still managed to haul myself in and help sort out the learning environments (I did claim for that day and also the planning day I needed).  There had been a kafuffle over the data (I hate data, they’re children not numbers) and I had been asked to reassess them and update the data.  I had no access to the system the school uses,  I was on holiday and sick.  My line manager then had the audacity to say I missed deadlines for the data (which I hadn’t been given) to two people that I don’t work with.  

I bumped into the head and offloaded a bit more than I had intended to but it all needed to be said.  The staff are struggling they have lost their zest for the job.  His response “What are you going to do about it?”  My response “cheer them on and chivvy them along, which is quite difficult when you feel like pants.”

Not to standard

Jay Kay Okay

What to give the boy who has everything?  Well just more toot for him to play with (hello fruity tablet), what does he buy himself?  Tickets to see his favourite band, and to make matters better they were playing in Birmingham so we got a trip out of it too.We planned the trip for weeks, months even and had our outfits sorted, we’d spend the day at the cake fair and then check into the our hotel before going out for a meal and attending the concert.

The first glitch was half way down the M6 when I asked GO where he’d put the outfits, “I thought you had them!”  I thought he had them, turns out they were hanging on the back of the kitchen door.  Panic station, we only had the clothes we were wearing.  Idea!  We found a Sainsbury’s (they have great clothes) and bought a couple of outfits.  I could only find a dungaree dress and stripey top, so decided to wear my travelling outfit to the concert and in the middle of the car park changed my outfits.

Budding Artist? Maybe Not

As well as all of the cake GO and I took part in an art class.  Using acrylics we painted a landscape, it was a step by step approach.  While I enjoyed myself, GO panicked and worried that it wouldn’t look right.  As much as I reassured him that he should relax and go with the flow he got moodier.  Finally he relaxed and his picture turned out to be quite lovely.  Will he do it again?  I’m not sure but I will give it a go.

Not to standard

When I explained to GO what the cake show was all about, cake making and an international cake decorating competition, he was not too impressed.  When we arrived however and he saw the standard of the cakes he was blown away.  

The show itself was a combination of people selling  or showing their cake related wares.

It’s taken ten years

It’s taken ten year but GO now wears pjs/grubby bums.  For years he’d just sit around like the dad in the Goldbergs just in his undercrackers. Now he has a selection of lounger wear that he pulls on.  It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy when he’s wearing them because it means he is home and won’t be leaving anytime soon.  It’s the little things. 

Here come the birthdays

Hello November