woodland wonderland

Taken by Catster.

I love trees.

david gest

I wish I had the time to tell you how great he is doing in I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here but I only get the internet for a bit at bro's.

Still no moving in date yet and it has really started to hurt. To fight off anxiety I am buying myself some bits and bobs for the new place. I really cheered myself up last weekend by buying an outside yard brush. That's how sad life is.

Please let me be in for Christmas.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING SHARKY. XXXX

valencia

This time last week.

Ahhhhhh.

living room

Pah, you know I’m only fed up because I’m not in my dream home yet. So, here’s more diversions:::::


I’m going to keep the floor as it is, although I may change the shade to something darker after living with it for a while. The mirror is going and I may replace the shelving with something a little more modern and practical (lots of books). But colours. Shall I go white or is there something a little more exciting. I went to the WB’s? home and he has all the walls painted grey with red! carpet.

been feeling sorry for myself again

I don’t know if anyone else does this but sometimes when I’m having a smelly old time of it, I have a little peek at what I was doing at the same time the year before (or further back in emergencies), wondering why I’m in the same old mess as ever, why (w)don’t I learn etc?

I’m feeling very blue at the moment, so I poured over November 2005 today (previous year’s memories being locked away in storage). Happily, it turned out to be just the diversion or thought provocation that I needed. It just made me laugh to see that the things I enjoyed the most last year is exactly the thing that I am enjoying the most this year. Once again I have found that to be nature. Of course I love summer the bestest but I love all the other seasons too and there’s a lot to be said for Autumn. Although it’s always icy cold at first, we also enjoy the crystal clear blue skies that inspired catster to do this. We have wonderful crisp cold air, pretty icy mornings, clear night skies, long shadows, colourful skies and gorgeous sunsets.

At last I have found a jogging route here that at least attempts to rival the one above. And there are no dogs. There are millions of little parks around here (it used to be the middle of nowhere after all) but no one jogs, so dogs tended to view me as a burglar and chase me while barking very menacingly. However, my newly discovered route takes me down to the River Thames at Islewoth and to Syon Park which is lovely. Orion and tomorrow’s full moon will be once more visible. Plus there are the colourful sunets although on the downside, I don’t get to see them on weekdays as I’m at work, where it feels like bedtime by 5pm it’s so dark!!!!! Suppose I’ll get used to it. Course early dark nights also mean that blazing sunlight wakes me up every morning, which I especially love at the weekends. Early morning is once again my absolute favourite time.

genuine appeal

I've run out of books to read and need some suggestions badly.

Come on people, help me with my reading list.....please. x

taxi

I’ve been exploring all other available options in order to avoid the hell that is the Piccadilly Line followed by the Hammersmith and Shitty line and the bus. Plus I love over ground trains. Having been very pleased with the service from Waterloo to Isleworth (1 min from the house) I decided to try the grandly named Silver Link last weekend. It turned out to be full of drunks, empty bottles and cans of beer rolling from one end of the carriage to another, MacDonalds wrappers, discarded Metros/London Lites/London Papers and a selection of deranged looking characters. I was relieved that I managed to avoid direct eye contact with anyone by the time I arrived at Richmond. Richmond is a gorgeous place with great shops, greenery, ‘the’ Park, fresh air and loads of space, but turn up there at 10.30pm on Friday night and you’re faced with spotty adolescents drinking Cava and cheap cider while looking to score themselves an Asbo. I decided not to wait for the bus as intended and jumped into a black taxi that turned out to smell of vomit. Nice. Maybe he saw the disgusted look on my face or maybe he was just intrigued at the sudden appearance of a non chav. Either way the driver made an attempt at conversation and asked me “have you been to the town?”. “What town?” “The London town.” “Hmmm, sort of. Does the Harrow Road count?”