Heard today that one of my good friends, Emma (aka my tall bridesmaid)...


here in the black and white dress

has been accepted onto Warwicks graduate medical course. She’s been working so hard for this and has been going to interviews for months!

Altogether now.. hic hic for Em!!!

Anyone fancy the notion of Queen Camilla..??

I think Paul & myself might start talking about emigrating - once our ears have stopped bleeding that is....

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...!!!

Paul and I spent the weekend in London - we only got back late yesterday. London was fine :o) - the travel up wasn’t so good, as there were children screaming ("are we there yet..?"), and a hangover to die for. So I slept for the majority of the way and then stumbled my way through London and past the rather discrete hotel 6 times... Then ran across town to meet Paul at Victoria, back to the hotel, then over to Shaftsbury Avenue for the theatre and a rather rushed Italian meal.

The next day was a long walk around Kew - can’t believe that I have never been there before. It was absolutley fab! Then onto the aquarium - howevr both Paul & I agreed that Plymouth’s aquarium is miles better. There’s more space for the sharks for one, and to top the day off, my whining about my shoes paid off in a new pair being bought for me.

See - a bit of nagging can go quite some way.

So now we are home - the cats are pleased to see us and have hardly left the house at all... Wonder what they will be like next week when we’re away again. Can we pack them..??

Will give that a good thinksey, right after my feet recover!!!

Does anyone know a cure for a sick and twisted FUBAR’d USB key?? Like the USB key which holds all my worldly knowledge and every single sodding piece of submitted work towards my course...

Girlpants is currently trying to fix it, but am not holding up much hope. I have a shedload of work to retype up, restore and possibly resubmit...

I think I am going to drink that rather large bottle of Plymouth Gin that I was kindly given for my birthday....

I sense a long night ahead...

Today, Ellas blog told how she went for her first swimming lesson, and also how she was trying to persuade her daddy to buy her a pony.

May I recommend...



Retro-Kitsch and fulfills the promise...

;o)

Going into administration, there is bound to be bargains...

So not only did I, a mere mortal reach the unforgivable age of 30, but I also managed to lose my memory in the process...

First off, I lost the housekeys. Not good said Sim - having turned the house upside down, called the restaurant, checked the car, rang the taxi form and waded through the pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed. Have been feeling guilty all week, so am now feeling much better not that Girlpants has replaced the barrel...

Much grovelling to be done by moi then...

I've managed to get a lot of my assignments in this week, and have even managed not to have a pop at the princess of the children - she’s making everyone’s teeth grind. Thank god Easter is only around the corner...

Not only did I lose the keys, but I’ve managed to lose (and find) my jumper, scarf, mind, assignments, usb key, and any awareness of where I was standing.

Old age is slowly catching up with me... Thank God I got my hair done before I forgot the grey....

:o)

Many thanks for the cards and the pressies - I have a wooden duck to partner Girlpants, Plymouth Gin (yay!), CD’s and sushi books. A very special thanks you to my sisters, who managed to sneak in the house and fill the bedroom with "30" balloons and an entire packet of confetti, which exploded over the bed...

I needed a forensic suit for an assignment on my course and was looking for one of these....



and my husband decided that maybe this



or this



were more appropriate...

Shame the fingers pointing the wrong way...

Funny boy...