Oh my goodness, I haven’t posted on here for so long. I don’t even know what to write about but I’m sure something interesting must have happened in the last 2 months….probably……

Well, the big new is I got i’d’d buying a bottle of wine in Somerfield, admittedly it was the cheap fizzy tat that you would normally buy to go and drink with your mates behind the nearest bike shed when you 16 but I like Lambrini ok and at least I’m not buying Buckfast so lets not be snobby. Anyway, the woman was probably smashed herself but no matter, she is now officially my new best friend and I have decided Somerfield is a really cool place to hang out because they think I’m under 21 and even though their staff is probably recruited form the nearest loony bin I love them all OK!!!!

I love, love, love my new job but it’s crazy busy. I am absolutely knackered (6 o clock start tomorrow) and there is loads of driving but it’s amazing and I love it. I love working with the kids, I love being out of the office all the time, I hate my skanky uniform but I love everything else, LOVE IT!!

It is absolutely boiling hot here which is great except if your from the Hebrides and have skin which starts to bubble at the faintest sign of sunlight, good grief, I sound like a vampire. So it’s all factor 50 and sticky hair and all the windows open and “all my freckles are coming out and I don’t like it” in my house.
Oh, I’m a pleasure to live with in the heat.
Hubby is delighted because he gets to do outside man things like mowing his lawn which he is completely obsessed with (we have moved on from pans folks), sit in the garden and congratulate himself on his immense skill with a strimmer and oo, he gets to light the barbecue and stand over it with his new barbecue tong things that have big serrated edges (which I’m a bit scared of) and randomly poke sausages and puff his chest out and make like he’s king of the barbecue or something.
I shouldn’t mock his barbecue skills though because he always cooks my meat just right, after years of convincing myself that things actually taste better burnt I now really, really do believe this and he knows the exact level of burntness I like and he basically cremates it until it is unrecognisable looks like something you scrape of the bottom of your oven and then, and only then, can I eat it.

We have frogs. Well we did have. Ryan came home last week with 2 frogs in a margarine tub which he had bought of his friend Ben for 15p each which he informed me was a complete bargain and could he keep them please, please, please. I at this moment would have agreed to anything to get the slimy little beasts away from me because I was actually sitting in a big bubble bath and had visions of the frogs which were being thrust I my face so I could see how cute they were jumping out of the margarine tub and into my bath! Not good!
So I agreed we could keep them in the garden and we filled an old ice cream tub up with water and sand and some rocks and leaves and stuff (I was quite proud of it and they liked it) and put the frogs safely in a corner. Or so I thought. When we woke up the next morning one of the frogs was gone. They were only babies and couldn’t really jump very far so the cat got the blame.
Ryan wasn’t even bothered but I was a bit gutted because I was getting kind of fond of the slimy little suckers. Ryan replaced the frog with a tadpole which he bought for the bargain price of 10p (5p knocked of because it didn’t have front legs).
So the frog and the tadpole lived happily together for 2 days until hubby booted a football right on the frogs head and killed it.
2 days later the tadpole disappeared also, honestly, you would think we didn’t feed our cats, well I don’t but someone in our house is because they’re not dead yet.
We are not having any more frogs.