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!

The Dog's Breakfast at Twilight!

Merci, mes bloggy chums for sticking with me through what has been almost a week of dog's breakfast postings...



I had found some lovely nature photos for today's little bleat of a posting; To accompany an account of a walk I took yesterday, up to the abandoned quarry near to my home. Spring was very definitely in the air, I felt like a million and a half of Bernie Madoff's dollars, (...so about three shillings and sixpence in old money!) The air was fresh and rarefied, the sheep were contemplatively grazing, the birds were songful and the grass was dry and springy underfoot.

I honestly felt as if the world were on the mend!



And then, la Wiki must have stolen in during the night and stuffed some dry sticks in my cake-hole, stoppering my ears with cobwebs as is her wont, for it has taken me an aeon to rise and shine this afternoon - It's supposed to be 'rise and shine this morning', Fhina, I hear you say. I know, I know...



Ca alors, mes lovely bloggeurs et bloggeristas, one and all... For there is only one of you out there, really, right - And you just keep coming back a good few times a day, to make me think there are more of you? Honestly, if it weren't for you wonderful peeps who leave sparkling comments, de temps en temps, like enchanting faerie baby changelings on my doorstep, I would think I were going (even more barking) mad...

So, please forgive another half-mast posting today, I shouldn't bother really... and watch please as Fhina retreats back up the stairs to her byre with a book, rather than her usual electronic companion du jour...

What is Fhina reading, you ask? Well, you know I haven't been out very much of late, of course. And I had heard much about the Twilight Series of novels, (there are those reviewers who would refute calling them even that, I know!), so I succumbed to purchasing the first of this series of books via my local supermarket self:



I can hear the groans now... Honestly, dahlinks, I have a very catholic taste in books... I can devour anything from the classics to chick-lit. I try to read widely and wildly, and felt a bit of a buzz about this series of books, so thought I would give the first book a try.

What we must accept is that this saga is very much a Marmite one... Meaning, you either love it, or you hate it, just in fact as people do with Marmite! There are no grey kitties, er, areas!



I must add that I'm not a follower of horror-type stories, in particular...

Who could ever expect to beat Mary Shelley's fabled Frankenstein? And I hate Marmite!

But there is something about the Vampire/Human love-story this novelist has woven, and I'm not going to say that it is original, nor that it is high-brow, and yet it has captured the attention of a middle-aged mumsie, (and there are more of us out there, I can tell from t'Internet!). And I am as far removed from the screaming teenaged fans of the novels and the ensuing movie, as you could imagine!

I am hooked by the soupcon of being reminded of that all-consuming first love we might all have experienced... You remember, its soaring swoops and its devastating sorrows. When you felt as if your life depended on that Significant Other, and none else would do... Do you recall, I wonder?



I mean, what is it about Romeo and Juliet's story that still appeals to us aujourd'hui?

In my very humble opinion, an authentic teenage point of view is captured in the words, and there is the promise of being on the edge of something wonderful, and something terrible, as Bella is...


And so, Fhina is off to be tucked up with the unfolding adventure of Edward and Bella, in the shape of the second novel in the series... Like, you were interested!

Excusez moi, s'il vous plait?!