Three years ago, I was waiting for a car to turn up outside of my parents, staring at the sky wondering if the rain was going to stop at any given point.

Three months ago, I was insecure in my new job so Girlpants took me out for dinner to celebrate and up the confidence.

Three days ago, in wild panic, I went out to buy a very special card with lovely golden pattern on the top.

Three hours ago, I gave Girlpants the very special card.

Three minutes ago, he pointed out that the lovely golden pattern on the very special card wasn't really a nice pattern as I had first believed whilst quickly perusing in a rush. It was a lovely golden flowerly script which you can only read at a certain angle. A golden flowerly script that said "To my wife on our anniversary"
Opps! Well...the thought was there I suppose.

Happy anniversary Girlpants.
Mwah!

I know this due to the fact that it has been glorious all week and even this weekend. You can always tell when Devon is tottering on the edge of spring, as the sun shines as you plod in the office, and then the heavens open on the weekend.

But now the sun is out, the sky is a deep clear blue and the Pimms has been dusted out from it's winter hidey hole in the cupboard. The birds are swooping in kamakaze style into the garden to get garden waste to build nests with, the cats are moulting left and right, and I have a nose like Rudolf, as the hay fever has kicked in far far worse than any year yet, right in the middle of tidying up the garden for the move. There's a pile of tissues mounting up in the bin next to me as I occassionally blow my nose like a ferry leaving port, and a cold flannel at the ready to stop me gouging out my itchy eyeballs.

But I do love spring!
And I do love this garden

I shall miss it when we leave

A little less than a year ago, I blogged about one of Girlpants colleagues who was trying to encourage us to have mini-me's. 

Professor Lovely has his own business, works for a living and also consults in the uni. I met him in the first few months when Girlpants & I got together and basically we were cocky (via conversation) to each other. This has continued to this day - we're both part of the furniture however we jokingly rant, take the piss and basically have a go at each other in a friendly kinda way.

But I do love the guy, to the point tonight that I slurringly asked him to be Godfather of my unborn babies in my drunken haze. And in all seriousness, he looked at me and said:

"You do realise I will drag both you and them to church..."

Catholicism. You can run but you can't really hide from it

Happy 2007 Everybody!!!

The fireworks are still popping off to the front, right and back of the house, the cats were cowering in the bedroom but seemed to have been revamped by a new toy in the shape of a champagne cork. Girlpants is currently drawing pictures of a potential house to build this year, FIL is critiquing the bands on Jools Annual Hootenanny and I have had the laptop on in the background all night. Earilier this evening, we were round the parents, bullying father not to put a £4.99 mirror special in the new delux bathroom we're currently putting together, whilst enjoying a roast lamb with Christmas trimmings, foillowed by a brandy drenched M&S special crimbo pub and a toast to absent family, friends I know and have known and new friends whom I have never met.

What a wonderful evening.

Markos!

At 2.8kilos (thats 7.5lbs to us!) - 2.55 this morning and without epidural at that!!

Well done Maria!

that about 6 months ago, I mentioned to a friend that I had never received a dozen red roses

And all I got him was chocolates of the non spreadable kind...

He may wear Girlpants, but I love him

Lately, there's been an advertising campaign telling women to kick their men out of bed. It's known nas the lenor complex - the duvet and sheets smell so good, that you find excuses to get the bed alone. Strange knickers in the glove box, claiming that the postmans at the door or even accidently kicking the door closed when they go out for the milk.

This time, I've won the the war of the duvet. The bed is mine and only the cats with the smelly bums are there to contend. For Girlpants has gone away to places exotic. Another jolly. Only this time, he gets to shiver his skinny arse in Guernsey...

There is a God :o)

An island in the channel. With half a tanker visable offshore. And wind chill. The hotel does sound wonderful, and he gets to teach in the local Christian Centre. He didn't sound impressed but personally, I think it sounds wonderful. I think that he making a big deal of it and his complaining, but it's only because how he's feeling. Despite the meal, university expenses and the big queen size bed, he still misses me.

I may really really miss him.

But I don't miss the cold feet.

And I love the fact I have all of the duvet...

Am playing catch up now... So much to type and so little time.. Firstly, Adam left us last Thursday. We went to wave him off and Lyd’s cried. We didn’t even dare to tell Issy as she would have been a bit hysterical.. We were right..

However, on a higher note... He might be back next year, working for a year in the UK

;o)

Watch this space...!!!