Day 12 Clean and Tidy

A few weeks ago I thought I was going mad, until a discussion with a couple of female friends over dinner one night informed me that no, I was in fact quite normal they too had experienced manic and stress over a disorganised home.

Let me set the scene for you:

  • One bedroom flat
  • It had been snowing
  • ‘The Boy’ was visiting
  • We had come back from sledging
  • We were cooking Indian food from scratch

There had been washing hanging up from the previous night drying- 2 airers worth which was taking up half the lounge. The boy had brought his overnight bag with him which was on the floor of the bedroom. We had wet clothes and waterproofs hanging up on doors and over the back of chairs trying to dry them out. The Boy isn’t the tidiest of people when he cooks; we were both working on the different dishes we were going to be eating in my kitchen (it’s a small gallery one) and he was getting flour all over the sides and on the floor. There wasn’t enough room to put everything, the window sill was also being used and the sink piled high with dirty pots and pans.

By this point when I took in the full scale of this chaos I flipped. Now reading this you may be thinking I started shouting and getting red with rage. Nope, I became silent and was now brewing like a cup of tea. The boy noticed that I had gone silent- it’s a warning sign that I’ve lost the plot slightly. He innocently asks me if I’m ok, to which I reply in the most female way possible ‘I’m fine,’ he knows I’m lying. He’s watching me closely now wondering what my next step of action is going to be. I quietly mutter, ‘this place is a mess,’ the panic in his eyes as he realises that I’m now looking at the flour that is on the floor where he’s standing. He is fully aware of what’s coming, I’m going to clean and sort the flat before actually sitting down to eat.

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Arghhhhh. (not my house)

From my point of view, I was full on having a panic attack about the mess and state of the flat. My heart was racing fast, was shaking and I felt completely out of control. I couldn’t sit down and eat until order had been restored and my panic had subsided. Where did I start? With the washing, I took down the airers, folded up all the washing and put away, put anything I could away! Then came sorting the kitchen, the boy was already onto this and had cleared up the flour that he had knocked everywhere. I started washing up, he kept telling me to sit down and eat. He was right.

I hate being disorganised and chaotic, I feel out of control and that I don’t have a grip on the situation. My life has been invaded! This is made worse because it’s been 8 hours since I’ve eaten, I’m a moody person due to low sugar, ratty like a child that needs to sleep and my sense of logic is lost. Had I already eaten, yes the chaos would have got to me, but I would have dealt with it in a more calming way and not gone into a full scale panic.

What did I learn from this venture?

  • Always eat little and often
  • Never try cooking 5 different dishes in a small kitchen
  • Always have washing away before boy comes round
  • Make sure boy has a compartment in wardrobe where his stuff can be hidden away.

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Day 11- The Olympics

News out this week that Wrestling will not be in the Olympics from 2020, it needs to be voted back in with a list of new Olympic sports that are bidding for a place, but this isn’t until September. Whilst I’m not a fan of wrestling and can’t claim to follow it, it is an Olympic tradition: one of the very few sports that have been around since the start of the modern Olympics in Athens 1896.

The IOC has said this is down to popularity, but I’m not sure if I truly believe this. My doubt is because the fiasco of tickets at last summer’s Olympics really showed that it was about sponsorship and money. I am a big sports fan and in particular gymnastics, I’ve been to European and World Championships at home and abroad and could I get a ticket to watch any at last summer’s games? No! Yet if you looked around the arena the lower tiers looked empty, why was this? Because those tickets were given to corporate sponsors who held the seats despite not wanting to watch any of the action. This creates a lack of atmosphere for anyone taking part and also made it look like the people of Great Britain didn’t give two hoots.

The Olympics should be the pinnacle of an athlete’s career, so why on earth is football and golf in there? Surely for a golfer winning the PGA World Tour is what they want to do (with all the additional money and sponsorship this brings). Footballers want to win the World Cup and have lifestyles that any other Olympian could only dream of.  Here lies the point/ problem, by allowing these sports in, they think that it will create more sponsorship and attract a new audience, but it doesn’t. Again this was seen in London, the event in which people didn’t want tickets for was football. Why? It isn’t the pinnacle of a footballers career and quite frankly why would you want to watch some over paid man with a big ego roll around the pitch, when you can watch Kate Walsh get her jaw smashed with a hockey stick only to come back on and play for the bronze medal? That’s an athlete who represents their country and team with pride. Footballers take note!

The pinnacle of a Wrestler’s career is the Olympics, this is when they get the most media coverage and when an athlete can represent their country with full pride. The fact that this is a historic sport just adds more weight to its case that it should stay. I hope all members of the IOC panel vote in favour for this sport in September and no one is swayed by the promise of lucrative sponsorship deals.

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Day 10 28DW Communication

Having been inspired by the Resident Weeble’s post from earlier, I wanted to expand more on communication.

When was the last time you picked up the phone to a friend and had a long conversation? A while possibly? I spent my teenage years on the phone to my best friend every night for at least an hour, despite the fact we spent the day together at school. Do teenage girls still do this, or is it BBM, iMessage and Whatsapp all the way?

I was the first generation that had a phone at school and this was end of school/ 6th form college. Internet on phones hadn’t been thought of; writing a text took serious time and was clunky; ringing your friend was the only answer. These days, my best friend and I have different jobs, live in different areas and have different responsibilities, but we still make time to chat once a week on the phone and will then arrange to go round to one another’s for dinner on another night. We have a great relationship and can act as each other’s sounding boards when needed; equally we can sit in silence with each other sipping tea and breaking wind. It takes years to perfect that sort of relationship and something that can never happen without face to face communication to feel at complete at ease with one another.

When I’m served by a human and not a machine in the supermarket, I always make sure I’m not on my phone, it’s incredibly rude and if you are reading this and do such a thing- Stop It! I always make sure I say hello, thanking said human and wish them a good day. They might hate their job and feel miserable because no one is speaking to them and the people they serve are so bloody miserable too!

Staying silent through your day with no communication makes you fester more, your mind is allowed to wonder and invent situations to build up the fear of communicating, don’t let it. We live in reality not a virtual world embrace all things around you in the here and now.

When the Olympics were in London last summer, the whole city changed. People spoke to each other on the tube, in queues and whoever they were sat next to at their events. There was a real positive vibe and buzz about the place, it motivated people and this was all down to effective communication, human contact in reality and not in a virtual world.

Talk, have a cup of tea with a friend, set the world to rights together and if you need to break wind bloody do it! Bet you feel a lot better afterwards.

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Day 9 28DW- Alcohol and The Hangover

I went out on Friday with colleagues, friends and himself for a celebration meal and drinks. I don’t often drink; Friday night however was an exception. I got absolutely Fucked. Now I had permission from him to let my hair down, I’m taking this as he’ll make sure I get home in my obliterated state and be there to hold my hair back when I throw my guts up when I get in, so I go forth and conquer the Rose and some amazing Cava/ Brut.

By André Karwath aka Aka (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5)], via Wikimedia Commons

In the above paragraph I have stated I have gone out for a meal too, this was true, however something happens to me when I drink where I no longer have my ‘must eat everything in sight’. So I’m there sharing a starter with him encouraging him to eat more of it then me. Then the main meal arrives, I knock a glass of fizz over as am so pissed and very expressive with my hands, thankfully I have some wonderful friends who mop up such mess and ensure my glass is promptly topped up. I’m now full after eating half of this, if I was sober I can guarantee I would have eaten the lot so I offer my food to one of my friends who hasn’t liked the dish she ordered (I also told her to order that dish so it is partly my fault), she gratefully receives my plate of food. Now this is where the problem is, I’ve had no stoge to absorb my consumption of booze. This increases the likelihood of throwing up later.

We move onto another pub, I have some water but the damage is already done. I’m talking shit like I’m the oracle of everything, a glass of rose is put down in front of me, I’m still game. People are now leaving to go home, I’m saying my goodbyes. Now this is another problem, I too need to get a train home and he is too very pissed. I’ve checked train times, we need to leave by 11 if we’re going to make it to the station for the last train. I and one of my friends feel the need to do a whole dance routine to Beegees- ‘You should be dancing’- yeah! We are the dogs bollocks.

We leave, he’s on his bike with my bags hanging off the handles I’m running alongside like a dog, veering to the left. My sensor is walk diagonally left, well why not? It’s amusing.

We make the train. I’m sure the other drunken revellers can hear our loud conversation on the train, I’m loud normally and I’m now a fog horn, he too is loud.

We get off the train at the right stop, this is an achievement. We can hear a domestic going on through the housing estate that the station is in. What do I do? Work out which house it’s coming from and walk up to the door, I want to knock on it and tell the bloke to shut the fuck up and I will call the police. I wait a bit longer to see what I can hear and if it requires a phone call to the police. Anyway the bathroom light all of a sudden comes on, there is no crying it appears to have been resolved. I walk away across their front garden and we begin our decent home.

I get in and am so trashed I’m lying on the floor fully clothed half asleep; him wants to carry on and decides to drink whiskey. We watch some shit that I recorded on TV whilst having a very loud discussion, no doubt pissing off my neighbours. I have the need to hurl, I go to the toilet and nothing is coming up and I’m now feeling really ill. We got to bed and I’m like curled up moaning how ill I feel and that I’m going to be sick- although I don’t. He’s out for the count.

I get up the next day and after drinking several glasses of water, feel quite normal. I text people from the previous night and say thanks and am amazed how good I feel all things considered.

Well let me tell you, several hours later after eating and trying to do a few things in the home I feel like shit! I’ve got alcohol shits, feel tired, ratty and can’t function. To top this I have to be somewhere late afternoon, I turn up but am so not with it my hangover has almost ruined the remainder of my weekend. I go home, he cooks a really nice dinner and he felt worse than I did that morning, but so he should he drank far more than me!

We go to bed and here I am today, a day behind with my blog due to being hung over and having no brain power. What I can’t understand is how do people do this each weekend? This is me done for a long long time! Getting pissed ruins the rest of my weekend:

  • I can’t get much if anything done
  • My sleeping pattern is destroyed
  • My glucose levels are erratic, making me feel worse
  • It sets me up badly for the following week

Even today although I feel a lot better, I’m still not right bowel wise. Is there a cure for a hangover other than ‘Say No to Booze’?

Day 8 of 28DW It Couldn’t Be Done

For some inspiration today I have chosen this poem by Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;
”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

It’s Friday go forth and conquer!

By Ben Dauphinee (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons


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Day 7 of 28DW- Equal Opportunities and Gay Marriage

In December I had conversation with a colleague of mine about gay marriage. I was very confused about the fact that a civil partnership wasn’t actually a marriage, (some of you reading this will be thinking ‘thick shit’) I will tell you why.

I’m not religious, I’m also not bothered whether I do or don’t get married, indifferent you could say. If I was to get married it would be a civil ceremony to my man (I’m a woman), which I thought was the same as a gay couple. Neither couple is getting married in a religious place, it’s a civil ceremony. But why would I come out having a civil wedding and being ‘married,’ when 2 people of the same sex are committing themselves to each other, there’s would be a ‘civil partnership’? Something doesn’t seem right or very fair to me!

What hacks me off even more was that when researching the difference online, I discover that 2 catholic countries in Europe, Spain and Portugal allow same sex marriage as well as a handful of other European countries. How did the UK become so backward?

After doing some online research, it appears that if you are married or in a civil partnership, you have the same legal rights (this is good and equal). The difference is religious groups/ organisations are not permitted to perform same sex marriages (although MP’s have now voted in favour). To really add confusion, a man and a woman who wish to be together aren’t allowed to have a civil partnership, still needs to be a civil marriage.

What I find sad in all of this is that it just doesn’t appear equal to anyone. If you happen to believe in a particular religion and are gay, why on earth should you not allowed to be married by your chosen religion and it be legally recognised? Equally, why on earth because I’m not religious can’t I have a civil partnership instead of a marriage?

Marriage rates in the UK are decreasing along with divorce rates; you could argue this is due to a recession, lack of money. Although, could it be one of the following?

  • People aren’t marrying their child hood sweet heart, like they did 20 / 30 years ago
  • People are realising what they want and value their own self worth
  • People now entering into relationships as equals

In fact why should a piece of paper state how much you love someone? It’s about working as a team and an equal partnership, both bringing something to the relationship helping the other person grow, supporting one another.

If some religious organisation or an out dated institution can’t recognise the love you have for each other, then quite frankly Fuck them, you are better off without them (although I get it’s the principle). As part of my protest, until they re-write the constitution and take out all the sexism, oppression and it’s the same set of rules for all, I have no intention of getting married.

If you want to find out more about what the different reactions to the recent vote in Parliament from the figure heads in the different churches and religious groups in the UK, please take a visit to the Guardian’s website.


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Day 6 of 28DW Childish Moments

Good day readers and fellow bloggers, what have I got for you today? Childish humour!

I am what can only be described as big kid, this also goes for my sense of humour, I can be sniggering and double up crying with laughter at the most childish things and yet other items of humour go right over my head, mainly sarcasm and any one liners. By the time the person has had to explain this to me the joke, it is destroyed and I’ve come up with a list of reasons as to why that isn’t funny or accurate.

Around a year ago The Resident Weebler and SudoOne were playing a game; I asked if I could join in and I was allowed. The game itself is naming your poo after a film title; I was in my element and doubled up laughing.
Tropic Thunder
The Rocky horror show
Splash
Ghost
Phantom

You can see where this is going…

I then went to lunch the following day with 2 female friends and explained the game to them, both were doubled up laughing and we continued this game over group text well into the next day.

Greece
Rocky
Mrs Brown
Big
Curse of the Black Pearl

Now some of you might be reading this thinking ‘that’s appalling and disgusting why would want to play such a stupid game?’ I tell you why because it’s fun!

Laughter is a good medicine, everyone should be encouraged to laugh each day and even better if you’re in a group all sharing the same giggle, it is infectious, reduces stress and releases endorphins.

My challenge for you today is to play the Poo game, have a good snigger and see how much more uplifted you feel. I’ve started you off with a few film titles, go forth spread your wings and laugh like a fool. I want to hear about the film titles you and your friends come up with.

By Ton Zijlstra [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons


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