Thursday, December 23, 2004

Bad blogger, bad bad blogger...

[hits head against wall]

I'm sorry. I've been a very bad blogger and it shan't happen again. Excuses are as follows:

a) had a run of lots of births/overnighters
b) was ill with really nasty pukey high temperature bug
c) had my 3000 word essay to finish, already had an extension, couldn't get another one without going to a board and having a really good excuse ('I was tired' wouldn't cut it I'd wager)
d) I had to write, direct, buy the props and star in our Christmas review at work (it was very very good though I say it myself)
e) Christmas i.e. present shopping and numerous get-togethers
f) basically lazy

Sorry.

To make up for it, here are some photos which illustrate the above points.


A Charlotte's Christmas Carol: Dr Edmondeezer Scrooge (our Clinical Director is called Mr Edmonds) tells Babs Crotchsniff she has to have an induction of labour on Christmas Day. By the way, the bump isn't real, for those who get excited about these things... Posted by Hello


Never a truer word... Posted by Hello


Elliot 'Ginger' Woods and his beautiful mummy Zoe Posted by Hello


Tudor and his lovely wife Richard relax in the comfort of their beautiful seaside retreat Posted by Hello

And please go and have a look/laugh at the stupid Irish people. Ha ha.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

The Birthmeister chucks up

Oh I'm so very sorry I haven't posted for ages. I have a good excuse.

A very very busy week (three 24 hour shifts in 7 days) with lots of births was followed by a nasty bug. I was on call last weekend, driving back from my friend Debs' 40th birthday party and got a phone call from one of my girls saying her waters had broken. I said lovely, call me when you're in labour. I was feeling just a little bit sick at this point (2.20am) but put it down to too many sausage rolls. Got home and went to bed, at which point I started shaking uncontrollably and feeling REALLY sick. At 4.45am the girl called back to say she was contracting every couple of minutes and I realised that I couldn't go. Called my lovely lovely colleague Suzie (who was supposed to be going off call the following morning) and started crying so she took pity on me and went out to see the girl for me. Good thing too as shortly after I ran to the loo and didn't really leave its cool and comforting side till Sunday afternoon... I haven't been ill for nearly 3 years (very healthy me) and I'd forgotten just how unpleasant it can be. Incidentally, the girl went on to have a lovely waterbirth with Suzie at 9.30am and has forgiven me for not being there!

Tudor seemed to enjoy the party...

Beer Monster Posted by Hello


Thursday, December 02, 2004

Sorry for delay

Hello,

I've been trying to get round to posting the story/photos of our fab Moonfleet trip last weekend but so far I've done two 24 hour shifts this week and am pretty tired. I'll try to do it very soon. In the meantime, learn all about the power of Christ and the evil of those dirty Muslims from a very scary man in a bowtie and an eyepatch for no obvious reason here. Would you trust your little girls with him? And who'd have thought salvation can be promised through use of a tickbox. Don't accidentally tick the wrong one now, will you?

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Ice Skating Smelling of Lemons

Before heading out last night, I thought I'd put on a little bit of my new perfume oil from the Body Shop, Lemon Tea. It's very fresh and citrussy, as the name suggests, and I thought I'd gently dab a little on my wrists to make me smell nice... unfortunately as I was doing so I managed to tip half the bottle over me, my jeans and my bed cover.

Last night I went ice skating at Kew Gardens with my friends Ellie and Gemma, and a bunch of Kew Gardens employees Ellie works with. Because they all work there we got in free (hurrah!) and it was very pretty, twinkly & Christmassy (oh dear). I'd wrapped up very warm indeed, jumper, thick coat, scarf, hat & gloves only to remember too late that a) it was 12 degrees and b) ice skating is hard work. I was therefore absolutely sweltering and throwing off bits of clothes as I went round and round.

Torvill & Dean (were not there) Posted by Hello

I'm not actually too bad at skating - was a pretty hot rollerskater in my heyday (i.e. when I was 10) - and managed to get 50 minutes into the hour without a single fall. Then, as I was chatting to one of the people Ellie works with, he said he was going to 'go and smash into someone'. Clearly I had earlier been hypnotised and 'smash' had been the trigger word, as the very moment he said it, I fell smack on my arse for absolutely no reason. All his fault.

So the Kew Gardens employees will probably forever more remember me as the girl on the scooter who has a sore arse and smells of lemons.

Monday, November 22, 2004

The Tour Manager's Guide to Arco's World Tour

Before I begin telling you about Barca, I just wanted to say today was my first day co-ordinating the team and, despite a rocky start, involving not one but two premature births and only two midwives on today, I think we got through it. Thanks Katie and Sally!

So, Barca. Don't forget to hover your mouse over the piccies for captions. We started by picking up Chris at 4am and driving to Luton. Then we picked up the Tour Bus (some might call it a shuttle bus from the mid-term car park to the airport terminal but they're just jealous) and tried to look lively. We failed.


We flew over the beautiful Pyrenees on the way to Spain (at least I think it was the Pyrenees. Seeing as both Tudor & I failed geography, it could have been Kilimanjaro for all we know)

Our hostel, the Gat Xino, was lovely - more like a hotel really, small but neat and very clean, all white and lime green. We spent the afternoon of our arrival wandering down La (Las? Los?) Ramblas, which is the main shopping street with lots of stalls and street performers. Our favourites were a) the two blokes painted grey on bicycles with a skeleton who clapped hands and cycled frantically when you put money in their tins:

and b) the man who looked like Tony Curtis, dressed in a dirty mac, making clucky noises and winking at the young boys walking by. Yes, his street performance was as a GAY! Hilarious! And if you put money in his pot he did this:


We couldn't stay long however, as we had to go and set up for the gig. It was in a place called Mercat de les Flors (flower market) and, apart from the minor hiccup of Chris being electrocuted during the sound check, it all went very well.

and Tudor did very well indeed, I thought.


When the gig was over, we stayed in the bar whilst Juanra (the guy who'd organised our trip, which incidentally was sponsored by our very good friends at San Miguel - the refreshing taste of latin culture, mmmmmm.) did a DJ set. Eventually at about 1.30am it was all finished and I thought it was time to go home to bed but No! We may have got up at 3am the previous day but this was arco's World Tour and we had to push on through. The decision was made to go and find a bar to have another drink or two. Although Dave (bass player) and I really wanted to go to bed (not together, you filthy-minded people, it wasn't THAT kind of tour) we decided we had to go because whatever the funniest thing to happen that weekend was to be, it would surely happen that night if we weren't there. And the others would never shut up about it. So we limped along like zombies to the only bar we could find that was open. Inevitably, it was a gay bar. Full of drag queens to boot.

I just knew it. Anyway, off to bed around 3am (yawn!).

Up late the next day to have a bit of shop and wander round town. Started off the day with brunch at an outside cafe and the boys had a very small beer each to start the day off.


There's some very nice architecture old Barca way:

And some a rather impressive food market too:

The boys were delighted to be dragged shopping, natch.


In the evening, we'd booked a table at a restaurant called PLA, which was a tip off from John, who works at my friend's Sarah's company, who apparently had the best meal of his life there. Damn good it was too. They even served shot glasses of onion soup as pre-starter starter. Yum!


Then off to another bar (phew!) via some more extraordinary architecture,

and home by 2am. Lightweights...

The next day, over brunch, we debated where to go and ended up choosing the Gaudi park which is a mad park designed by...well, you can guess.

It was excellent and we took the opportunity to take some promo shots of the band whilst we were there:

Maybe we got a little carried away.

The view from the top of the park was good, well worth the climb.


To the airport at five and flew home (well what did you expect us to do at the airport?). What a jolly good trip.


Sunday, November 21, 2004

Barcelona there we went! Impeach Blair!

Just got back from Barca last night, had a tip top 3 days with arco. I will put together a little summary of our trip, along with photos natch, for your delight and pleasure.

In the meantime I wanted to share with you some correspondence passed on to me by my friend Guy. He recently wrote to his (conservative) MP in support of the 'Impeach Tony Blair' campaign. His letter went as follows:

Sir John,

I moved into Tonbridge this time last year, and must confess I know nothing about you or your policies other than you are Conservative. Having duly confessed, I feel I must write to you now, of a matter of great importance.

I suspect you must have a stock answer for this subject, since it concerns the campaign to impeach Tony Blair. I realise most MPs think this campaign is crackers, and I do understand why. However, on balance it seems to me that the preservation of democracy is more important than the seemingly-cheeky exploitation of old laws and loopholes. And I realise that sounds terribly melodramatic, but please allow me a few words to explain why I chose those words.

I don't know what your opinion of the Iraq war was / is, but it seems to be beyond question that there are enough concerns surrounding it for a proper parliamentary process to begin. The tired Blair refrain of "four enquires already" simply doesn't wash, since none have been independent AND had a frame of reference to ask the questions that need to be asked. I think those questions are included in the report prepared by the impeachment campaigners, called "A Case To Answer", of which you are no doubt at least aware. There is no possibility of these questions ever being answered with current parliamentary procedures, which exclude the possibility of debating a possible untruth. If a person is not compelled to resign following a misdemeanour, then democracy must perish, since there is no accountability other than the ballot box. This to us is wholly unsatisfactory, not least because there would be no inquiry into the matter whatever the outcome, and the public would never be formally informed of the alleged crimes.

I would very much like you to read this report. About half the country now require answers at the last count, and parliament appears to be arrogantly dismissing us. If you do not support the campaign to impeach, I would be very interested to hear your reasons why, but I do hope "it's such an old procedure" isn't one of them!

Finally, I should add I have never been within a million miles of voting Conservative in my whole life. But if your party had the guts to at least examine what has amounted to an extraordinary collection of lies, it could sway not only my own heartfelt prejudices, but those of a great deal more.

Adam Curtis' BBC documentary The Power Of Nightmares, has suggested the world is currently "imagining the worst consequences of an enemy that doesn't exist". There are a lot of us who would rather like someone to look into this.

Yours Sincerely,

GUY ROWLAND


To his surprise, the reply went as follows:

May I welcome you to Tonbridge and Malling. I hope you are pleased with your move here.

I share your concerns about many aspects of the war in Iraq and you may like to have a copy of the Hansard of my latest speech in the House of Commons on November 4 on this subject in which I argued as to why I believe the invasion of Iraq has made the world less safe.

As a member of the House of Commons Foreign Affairs Committee, I have necessarily had to spend a very great deal of time scrutinising the Government's policy towards Iraq both before the invasion and since. As you mention Mr Blair's refrain of "four inquiries already" and as one of those was the Foreign Affairs Committee's inquiry, I should like to state something that Mr Blair always omits which is that I and my two other Conservative colleagues on the Committee voted against the Foreign Affairs Committee's inquiry report which reflects the views of the Labour majority on the Committee.

Following the war, as it became increasingly and then conclusively, apparent that Britain had been taken to war on the basis of a totally false prospectus. I have made several calls in the House of Commons for the Prime Minister to consider resignation.

I am putting your impeachment proposal directly to Mr Blair and I will write to you again when I receive his reply.

Yours sincerely,

John Stanley


Well, how about that then. Imagine - a Conservative MP with a conscience who seeks to serve the people. Whatever next?

So off you go to http://www.impeachblair.org to join in the fun...

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Granny Bea, Promotion and Ocado

Tudor & Andy arrived back from Wales last night, on the occasion of Granny Bea's birthday. As you will see, they had organised a sponge cake to celebrate, 2 slices of which made their way back down south for me and Sarah. Yummy. Is there really ANYTHING better than cake? If there is, I have not yet discovered it...


Since the departure of Mike Nolan, the remaining members of Bucks Fizz have never again reached the dizzying heights of their post-Eurovision success Posted by Hello


In other news, it is now confirmed that from the end of next week, I will be taking over from Cindy as Team Leader - as an acting G-Grade (for non-NHS readers this just basically means a promotion) at first until it is advertised, at which point I will apply for the permanent post. As I'll already be doing the job I'll have a distinct advantage at interview (in theory at least)...

I must admit, I'm rather daunted. Firstly and most importantly because it signals the departure of the utterly wonderful Cindy, who we will miss hugely, and whose shoes I cannot hope to fill adequately. She has done so much for the team and takes on so many extra tasks that I don't think I even realise half of what I'm taking on! But I'll do my best and my team are so great I'm sure they'll forgive the inevitable cock-ups I'll make. It's also rather early in my midwifery career for me to be taking on this kind of responsibility and I hope I'm up to it. However, my friends and colleagues seem to think I am so I'll do my best not to let them down. Go easy on me guys!

I'm glad my comments server seems to be working for you - unfortunately for some unknown reason I'm not able to post on it myself (any ideas? Lisa?) so until that's sorted I'll have to reply here. My Ocado shopping turned up yesterday one hour early (they did call and ask if that was okay and if not they'd come back during the original time slot. These guys are professionals) and complete with every last thing I'd ordered. They delivery driver, Paul, was very polite and brought my shopping into the kitchen for me, explained about the colour coded bags (purple for cupboard stuff, red for fridge stuff and yellow for freezer stuff. These guys are professionals) and even commented that the purple bags complimented my purple dressing gown... Brilliant stuff. I'm going to use them every week from now on.

Righto, I'm off to yoga (missed last week as I was at one of the numerous births!) and then to meet Sarah at Lifespa in Ealing for a massage, followed by a girly viewing of some 80s classics on DVD. What a perfect day.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

What a week

Been a very busy week this week. Had two births on Saturday, postnatal visits and a labourer on Sunday (handed over care to my excellent colleague Katie and she had her baby on Monday morning), college Monday (last day - better start on that bloomin' essay now), visits all day Tuesday then took over from my partner Sally looking after someone who had just had a baby and was waiting for a placenta, visits all day wednesday and finally had a bit of a break this morning. I probably should be out doing visits right now but hey ho. Instead I've just lost my Ocado virginity, which is very exciting, should get my first delivery tomorrow between 1 & 2pm. I'll let you know how it all goes, naturally. Seeing as I haven't had the time (or the car) to go shopping properly for serveral weeks, it will be a bit of shock to have so much food in the house I reckon. Tudor won't know what has hit him when he returns from Wales!

Yes, he's in Wales visiting Granny Bea with our friend Andy. I couldn't get the time off work just now, in case you think he's abandoned me the poor dote.

I'm trying out a new comments server, please let me know if you have any problems. You shouldn't have to register or anything now to leave me compliments/insults/insightful summats & nuttins...

Saturday, November 06, 2004

Why the election result might - just might - work out okay in the long run

I wanted to share with you an email I received from my friend Guy in response to my vitriolic outburst on the blog the other day. This is why I love this man:

Cheer up... just a bit.
Here are 17 reasons, and at least number 17 is good. And I have number 18, which IMHO is way way better than any of them.

This week was an amazing deja vu for me. Not for 2000 Gore/Bush, but for 1992 Kinnock/Major. When I saw Kerry punching the air earlier in the week I just thought "oooooohhh no..... sheffield arena a week before the election... Kinnock going "alllllriiiighht!!!" over and over again like a lunatic... oooohhh NOOOOOOO!!!!!" everything was heading their way and the result was a horrible nightmarish surprise.

And I think the reason is the same then as now - fear. In 1992 people read the Sun that morning, and were told how much they'd lose under Labour, depending on their income. We're selfish bastards, were afraid we wouldn't get our new tellys and voted Tory, even though we knew they were a bunch of bastards. This time, same thing except they are afraid of getting attacked again. This is stupid and wrong, but we know it. Even they know that Bush is a twat (well, not all of them know this but probably around half who voted Bush do), but in the words of their placard he "makes them feel safe". Poor deluded idiots, but there we are.

Why is this good news? Because of one glorious number...1997. Let's just forget for a moment the whole ugly Blair/War thing. That victory was so cataclysmic that the Tories are still totally unelectable, all these years later. And there are 2 reasons - 1, Labour got their act together, and 2, the Tories were in power at the wrong time. All their policies for the previous 14 years came home to roost, the NHS started to fall apart etc, and finally people noticed. Hell, we EVEN stopped thinking about new tellys, even though it has taken Labour another 5 years to realise this.

Now, we all have to hope and pray that the Democracts can now get their act together. But meanwhile number 2 is a dead cert. Their economy is utterly fucked. Have you seen their deficeit figures? There is no way that they can carry on as they are for four more years, and even republicans will begin to notice eventually. And here's the really great bit... this would have been KERRY's fault! Now there is nowhere to run. And though its a horrible thought, it seems inevitable that someone else will attack America directly, and Bush voters claimed that the fact they HADN'T been attacked since 9/11 was a reason to say Bush knew what he was doing.

So it comes to this - four more years. And they will be AWFUL. Maybe he'll attack North Korea and we're all gonners, in which case we need to have somemore discussions on what faith used to be before the fundmentalists fucked it over, because natually I'm not that pessimistic even then. But believe it or not, there is actually quite a good chance that we'll all survive. And in four years time, there is every chance that the republicans will not be allowed back in the White House for the next 20 years, they will have corrupted it so much.

And another cheery thought on all this... remember the teleevangelist mania of the early 80's? It seemed unstoppable. Until they were all caught embezzoling funds and shagging each other. Any group that sets themselves up as being holy holy has been ultimately shown to be the hypocritical lying bastards that they are in the end, in this case the results will be devastating. You just know that killing 100,000 Iraqis is not perceived as immoral, but getting a blow job from a secretary is, and with "moral issues" scoring higher than even security in this election, this is where it will really hurt.

Now, meanwhile we really must do something about Tony Blair. Channel that anger and point it here

Download and read their report. It is excellent. They have 25 MPs at the moment, it is time to really start lobbying. Half of us in this country agree with this report - if we all get on our MPs backs, we could really get somewhere.

And reason 19, we will always ALWAYS have chocolate...

Guy xx


Thursday, November 04, 2004

Dear America...

And so George Bush has been returned by the American people to the White House.

You totally idiotic, gullible, moronic, imbecilic, cretinous bunch of f**k-wits.

What the f**k were you thinking? Oh, sorry, you WEREN'T thinking, were you? You clearly aren't CAPABLE of thinking. Well, have fun continuing to f**k things up for the next four years, sinking yourselves and - let's not forget they exist - the rest of the world deeper and deeper in to the quagmire that is this 'state of terror' you have almost single-handedly created. And while you're about it, why not continue driving the world further and further towards a state of total environmental collapse in pursuit of your sick, misguided and xenophobic 'American Dream'. American Dream? Too right it's a dream, because it has absolutely no basis - and no place - in reality. YOU ARE NOT THE WORLD. So go on, blow up anyone who disagrees with you, has more oil than you, or who has the temerity to have a different religious belief to you. Drill for oil in the North Pole, South Pole, Kalahari Desert and anywhere else you fancy turning into swiss cheese. Wipe out any endangered species you feel like in order to supply your people with enough electricity to watch Jerry Springer 24/7 and enough processed shit to eat that you become morbidly obese and can't get your fat arses off the sofa. Act like the biggest bully in the playground and tell everyone else 'I know WE'VE got catapults but that's because WE'RE responsible. But YOU can't have one and if I so much as SUSPECT you might have one then we're going to kill you. Because WE'RE the good guys'. Nice attitude. Bet Jesus and his dad are dead proud of you all.

Anyone know a good planet I can emigrate to?

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Death Warmed Up

Sorry I've been so slack and not posted for a while, for once this is because we've actually been quite busy - and not just working! Friday night we went to the Old Packhorse in Chiswick with Andy & Sarah for their annual Hallowe'en do. Tudor & I dressed up - well Tudor's was pretty subtle but not bad for him:


That's two Bloody Marys please Posted by Hello

I was on call by the way. Fortunately I didn't get called out, although walking on the labour ward splattered in blood probably wouldn't get a second look... Incidentally, walking down Chiswick High Road with a severed head and a machete didn't get so much as a quizzical glance from those passing by so if you're thinking of a career in psychopathic killing that's probably the best place to do your groundwork.

Saturday we went into London in the evening to see Metallica: Some Kind of Monster, which was absolutely excellent. Extraordinary to see the guys who literally invented thrash metal hiring a therapist and explore their feelings. They even go as far as writing a Metallica Mission Statement! You don't have to like or even know Metallica to love this film.

Then today was spent in the ever delightful company of our friends Phillip and Zoe, who were having a Hallowe'en party. Boys will be boys, and these boys take their gadgets very seriously. Phillip dressed up as (a bit of a camp) Grim Reaper:


Ooh Death you are awful Posted by Hello

And Tudor had rigged up a load of sound effects, so when Trick or Treaters came near, we had scary music, lightening/thunder effects, witches cackles and wolves howling. Phillip had a radio mic under his mask and Tudor had rigged up a load of echo on his voice so he could scare the children. I had reprised my 'psycho killer' outfit and also joined in, then Ellie and Morag, the two witches, handed round the sweets. Actually, most of the children seemed none-too-peturbed by us but alot of the parents were terrified! All in all it was apparent that we were having far more fun than any of the kids were...

Even little Elliot - Phillip & Zoe's little baby - joined in with all the fun by dressing as a pumpkin:


One MILLION dollars muah muah muah... Posted by Hello

So a good time was had by all. Back to work tomorrow...

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Tex Mex is great

Here is my tiny namesake (taken on my camera so excuse the terrible quality):

Mia & Ella Mia! Posted by Hello

Just spent a delightful evening with my friends Guy, Chris & Jonathan (as well as m'dear hubbie of course), woolfing down tex mex, ranting about how crap football is and despairing at the merest thought that Dubya might get elected again. Surely not? Guy reckons this election is unwinnable and that it will be legal suit followed by counter-suit until about 2007. He's probably right. And by the way, jalepeno poppers are the greatest foodstuff ever invented.

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

RIP John Peel

I have been shocked and deeply saddened today by news of the death of John Peel. Known for his acerbic wit, musical insight and "everyone's favourite uncle" like qualities, the radio, television and indeed the world will never be quite the same without him.

John - we will miss you greatly.

Monday, October 25, 2004

The End Result & Soggy Fireworks

Just thought I'd post a picture of the results of my hard night's labour (pun intended - though technically it wasn't my hard labour but otherwise the pun didn't really work and so...oh forget it):

Baby Kairan & me -you can probably tell we've had a long night... Posted by Hello

I got back at about 9.30am Sunday morning, had about 4 hours sleep and then got up to go to my dad's house for food and fireworks. Basically, every year we have a fireworks in memory of my step-brother Nick, who died 5 years ago this year. The food was fantastic, as it always is at dad & Jackie's (next time you hear we're going over there I thoroughly recommend you invite yourself along). However, this year, just as we started with a few taster fireworks, the heavens opened and the subsequent monsoon conditions meant we had to abandon play. Was Nick trying to tell us something, we wondered? A few hours later when we decided to head off I looked around for my handbag containing all my worldly goods including my iPod, only to discover it still outside on the patio, as wet as an otter's pocket. Bugger.

Quite tired still now...

Sunday, October 24, 2004

Hard Day's Night

I'm sitting here on the labour ward at 2am with someone in labour. It's an induction that started on Thursday so it's been a long haul for us both (no I haven't been here all that time!) but hopefully we're on the home straight now though. I'm pretty tired now, I must admit, and the thought of going through till at least 8am...well it's not a pretty one. That said, the woman I'm with is a delightful 17 year old and her lovely boyfriend so could be much much worse I suppose. We've also got a top team on the labour ward tonight. Good doctors, good midwives and good anaethestists - how often does that happen? (For those of you who don't work in the NHS the answer is: not very often at all)

In other news, I've just finished Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban today for probably the, I don't know, eight time? What a brilliant book. Now I can start on my favourite, Goblet of Fire, before JK Rowling's grip on me is released and I can read some of the other books I have stacked up by my bed. Currently there is The Five People You Meet in Heaven which I think looks brilliant, as well as Dude Where's My Country. I've also just bought The Da Vinci Code, which my brother-in-law Mick tipped me off about. Ooh and I think I'm going to have to put this one on my Christmas list. Any other suggestions? I love books me. Sometimes I daren't go into Waterstones, it's like a pharmacist to a drug addict...

Thursday, October 21, 2004

Yawn...

Last night we had chilli for the first time in absolutely ages. I had forgotten how delicious it could be. As is my wont, I made enough for sixteen people, so Tudor & I had to eat extra portions - it's a hard life - and still had loads to put in the freezer.

Sadly, the above missive demonstrates just how uninteresting my life is at the moment. Work work work, getting home in time to eat and go to sleep and back to work again. Sorry.

However, I have today off (well, I'm still on call but no visits planned) so I will endeavour to find something amusing and interesting with which to astonish you all.

I'm not hopeful.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

Parking Tickets, Torture & Dubya

Firstly I want to rant a the fact I got ANOTHER parking ticket on Friday. Despite that fact that I was on the scooter, I was for some reason best known to Kensington and Chelsea expected to pay and display, even thought there is nothing to secure the ticket to the bike and therefore nothing to prevent any Tom, Dick or Harry from picking the (very soggy due to the horrendous rain) parking ticket from the bike and placing it in their own vehicle. No other local borough expects you to do so, realising of course that it is bloody ridiculous to expect it, and that you might as well insist that every car displays a live ostrich on the dashboard. 50 bloody quid. That's £250 that various London boroughs have had out of me over the past 8 months or so. Naturally I will contest it so keep your fingers crossed and if any, say, trainee lawyers (like, for example, my sister Jenny or my friend Rosie) would like to fight my case, I'd be delighted to let them do it for practice...

Secondly, you'll be pleased to know I made it to yoga yesterday. You might be pleased to know it, but I on the other hand am not, seeing as I'm in AGONY today. Clearly I hadn't realised how flexible I had become and having 6 weeks off has sent me sliding back down the snake to square 1. Muscles I had no idea existed are hurting like never before.

So yesterday we set off for deepest darkest Kent to attend our friend's Fahrenheit 9/11 Anti-George Bush evening. I had arranged for us to stay in an Oast house as a surprise for Tudor, who played along spectacularly by complimenting every Oast house we passed on the way down and saying how much he liked them... This is where we stayed:

A Little Bit of Oast Posted by Hello

We had a top evening, even if the film, which Tudor & I'd seen before when it first came out, is a little depressing. Everyone should see it to make sure we all know a twat Dubya is. Guy & Sue, who's do it was, were the consummate hosts, providing lots of food for us to hoover and their kids were absolutely gorgeous as usual. For some reason I didn't get a picture of Sam (age 3), who is very lovely indeed but I did get one of Connor (age 5), who we have always referred to as Two Buttons. This is because he isn't just as cute as A button...



Finally today, after a lovely breakfast in the Oast house cooked by Marianne who had FIVE homebirths (count 'em!) we headed over to Jan & Barry's for the day. We visited the Bursledon Windmill and then headed over to Hamble to look at the sea. On the way, Barry urged Tudor to slow down on a particular stretch of road where the police always hide on a Sunday to with their hairdryers waiting to catch drivers over the speed limit of 30mph. At this point, Tudor realised that this was the stretch of road that, on the way to Barry & Jan's, he had put his foot down to overtake all the ridiculously slow Sunday drivers who were ambling along at 30mph...oops. Only time will tell whether Tudes got away with it. We'll keep you posted.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Just came across this which is just fantastic. Now I want you all to go out and create your own...

Busy busy busy

Been a very busy week at work. My partner Alison is away this week and I've been trying to squeeze a bunch of her work in as well as my own and I've had some pretty tricky things to deal with too. Still the working week is nearly all over for me - because of the way we work i.e. on call every other weekend, we always have three days on our off-call weekend so we can guarantee 3 days off in a fortnight. Does that make sense? Basically I get either Friday or Monday as well as the weekend because the following weekend I might not get any days off depending on what's going on baby-wise... So tomorrow I'm going to have lunch with my ex-brother-in-law (there's a lot of hyphens in that, isn't there?) followed by, oh, who knows, a bit of a shop? Seems rude not to...

By the way, I've just had a baby named Ella Mia after me - this is the girl who was having all the breastfeeding problems (all going fine now thank you). I'm very touched indeed. AND she let me have some Jamaican Ginger Cake whilst I was there today. Does life get any better I ask myself?

With the big election in the States coming up, see who you think has the best moves between Kerry and Bush. No contest as far as I'm concerned...kick redneck ass Kerry!

Monday, October 11, 2004

Dear Diary, today was a GOOD day...

Attended a really really lovely homebirth this morning. The woman was having her third baby and they really couldn't be a more delightful family. Both her other children were there (they are both under 3) and the look of amazement when they saw their baby sister's head come out was fantastic. If there are any of you out there who still think birth is a scary, horrible thing that needs to take place in a hospital, I really wish you could have been there to see how wrong you can be. It was quite quite beautiful.


Job's a good 'un! Posted by Hello

Shortly after I left there, I got a phone call from the woman I was talking about yesterday, who has been having a tough time breastfeeding. My colleague (and friend) Cindy had gone round there after the homebirth and the baby was suckling really well - the woman was as proud as punch!

Went to see Dodgeball this afternoon to recover from all the excitement. It's hardly going to change my life, but it was very amusing nonetheless. Can't beat a good underdog story...

Saturday, October 09, 2004

Breastfeeding, yoga & biker jackets

I've had a very frustrating day - been over to one of my clients house today to help her with a few breastfeeding problems she's having. I find it quite the hardest part of my job. For lots of women breastfeeding is no problem at all, some have a bit of a tricky start but all go after that, and a few (fewer than you'd think...) take quite a lot of input before you can really get it started. This is such a case and I find myself getting SO personally involved...very tricky to handle. Anyway, she's quite my most favourite client, we get on like a house on fire and she's very determined to make it work, so I'm sure it'll all work out okay.

I missed yoga again today though, because I went round to her instead. That's five weeks I've missed now! Two because of our holiday, one because of the bike exhibition, one because of filming last week...bad girl.

In other exciting news, I bought a new bike jacket today (I look a bit nicer in it than the girl in the photo I reckon, not so bulky, but maybe I'm deluding myself) which should keep me safe and warm over the winter...

Friday, October 08, 2004

Gigging


Lead singer Chris Healey dreams of his long awaited rhinoplasty appointment Posted by Hello


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The much anticipated arco (no capitals please!) gig took place on Sunday. Been waiting for photos to come back before I posted about it (I forgot my own camera - duh!) Good do all round, great playlist and Tudor was note perfect. As far as I could tell anyway... Only thing that was a bit of a pity was that they had rehearsed three songs to be played as encores, but when they finished their main set and went off (to what was basically a broom cupboard next to the stage), the rapturous applause died down a little too quickly, despite my best efforts to keep it going, and then the barman put the house music back on, making an encore impossible. Tudor et al. then had to wait in the broom cupboard for what seemed to be an appropriate amount of time before eventually sneaking back out, as though they had been doing something very important, to their awaiting fans...

Spotted a brilliant typo this evening. We went to the Anglers pub in Walton with our friends Sophie & Dan and on the back of the bar menu it said: "Please collect cutlery and condiments yourself. Witch is by the main door." I looked but I couldn't see her...