Somewhere over the rainbow...

I've been over HERE at Mad, Manic Mamas twice this week.

Blink, and you missed me!   I deleted my first post there, after getting some enormously helpful advice.

My bad.

Also, I'm going to share with you the delights and delectations of my life this past week and a bit, since my sojourn, walking with the dead:

I bought some beautifully decadent (albeit practical) red shoes from Fly London  to replace my last pair of red shoes from Clarks, a style incidentally which I've been wearing for several years but which they no longer make...   (Weeps).

I nursed my son, who came back from Uni with a stomach bug and 'flu, back to health and back into his flat (apartment) again!   The bugger boy takes up far too much space on the sofa!

I've had a two-day stomach bug and 'flu in return, which was nice.

I've been overly anxious about Some Stuff, including losing a friend who seems to have slipped from my life.

I've created a Facebook account for this blog.   See button in sidebar.

I've forgotten the password for that account.   And the Googlemail account associated with it!

I've put my first ever item up for sale on E-bay.   (Other auction sites are available)...   I need the money.   I'm successfully down-sizing.

I've tried to stop some compulsive skin itching and skin picking things that I've had for years a while, without understanding they might be linked with a disorder associated with anxiety, and also with self-harm.   Eek!

I'm talking about it, because many people feel such shame attached to it, and because some others may not even be aware that they do it.

I'm nice like that, see?

I'm about to embark upon another intensive weekend of psychotherapy training.   Help me, Jesus and Mary Chain!

I bought and did not yet watch.

This DVD.

And this one!

(My guilty pleasure).

I got very into this piece of TV.

The high temperature and stomach bug that rooted me to the house probably helped me have the concentration to enjoy it, but I did!

I do like Kiefer Sutherland.   And he's less raspy than in 24, which means I don't have to turn the volume up too loud to annoy the neighbours, who appear to have been using this unexpectedly fine March weather to bang, drill and hammer nine bells of shite away to their heart's content.   Whatever can they be up to?

They're probably getting their own back on me for the racket I made putting in my new kitchen.


No, I haven't forgotten that I still need to put down new flooring and decorate.


And, no, I hadn't forgotten that I promised you a bloggy Oscar Giveaway on this very page...


I've been too lazy, half-arsed, ill, busy.

Love you anyway!   Oh, and here's a pic of me in my sexy new red shoes!

You want me, don't you!