A Spooky Story

One stormy night.... Just kidding,

This past Sunday My Partner and I decided to surprise my mother as it is her birthday on the 14th and wanted to give her her prezzies and cards before her birthday, we was also well in the knowledge that my dad (despite them not being together) would be around there doing a few odd jobs. So couldn't have really timed it much better.



The day started normally had a few cups of tea some chin-wagging etc... My dad had just come in when he had finished doing the bits a pieces he had offered to do and stood in the hall between the kitchen and living room, when our son went out there and started pointing up at my mums book case but none of us knew why?

Later that evening, after my dad had left, Our son had Cbeebies on the t.v. for him to watch so my partner and I could talk to my mum and mum could do some knitting. Completely out of the blue our child went into the hall and started talking, he was seemingly talking to someone as he looked up with such intent and focus on his face.

My mum and I who both believe in life beyond death started to wonder who it could be, I should point out that he can't speak very well but knows to say hello to someone when you see them and goodbye when leaving, He was talking for a good 5 or 6 minutes until he suddenly again pointed up to the top of my mums book shelf and came out with "Hello doggy" My Mum's dog was put to sleep last thursday and there was no way that my son would have known that Mason's dog lead was on top of that book case. Believe or not you have to admit it's spooky.

"The Lovely...Small thing"- Mrs. quickly, nanny mcphee

Today's blog I'm going to let you in and have a peer into a world of what it is like when your child Hide's his clever little talents.

My little one has always been secretly bright, whenever he meets someone new tends to be shy but eventually comes out of his shell. The thing is when he Learns to do something new he tries to hide it. so from the beginning

He was never a crawler and for a long time we tried to get him mobile but he just wasn't having it and my partner and I just accepted he'd make the move in his own time, Little to our knowledge he had already started.

One day after work I got a call from my partner saying that our little one had moved from the sofa to the t.v. unit at which point had started pushing all the lovely little buttons for button size fingers however For my days off I did not see any evidence of this so thought that it was some kind of silly joke, Then when back at work coming out I get a call... Yep, He had had the dvd player off of the T.V Unit but again I didn't see anything of this in the evening and it went on like this for a week or so. Then I had a week off in which I caught him, I then had to apologise to my partner and realise that he is on the move... but we had no idea how, He never moved when we were around, at one point we even hid behind the door for half hour to catch him out. To no avail... We went and made a cup of tea came back and again he'd moved... the next trick we tried was to have his favourite toy and get him to come to us, nope, nothing but screams tears and tantrums. So it went on like that for a little while until eventually he realised it was easier for him to move himself then for us to move him.... He was of course a Bum-Shuffler.



The more recent games that we are playing is to talk plain and clear around mummy and daddy but make them look like liars when they tell friends and families what he says, as He will just speak gobbledee gook to anyone else. A prime example is he picked up from somewhere "Don't fworget to bess gramma" of course translated don't forget to bless grandma but will he say anything of anything close to this around the folks? Nooooo way.


Thanks for Reading

D.

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No Shortcut to success

Near on a Year ago my partner and I started a new venture with a catalogue company we set up plans upon plans to make this work we pushed and pushed and a year later feel that it is not for us. Unfourtunately you cannot force yourself to do something you don't enjoy.

We were told if we worked hard (which we did) we could make a small success of ourselves (which we haven't) we have found ourselves now in debt with said company and once again looking to return to the work place. with being out of the workplace for almost a year it is a welcome challenge for myself so where do I start?

Right here.


The only thing that will motivate someone is their dreams. Something useful that I have learned working for myself. So what are mine?


My dreams are simple but not easy to achieve

1.To live comfortably

I don't want to be thinking about the next bill to be paid but the next little treat I am going to buy for my family. I don't care if I'm living in rented or private accomadation but I want to feel it is affordable.

Life is difficult and so it seems to be difficult to be comfortable aswell, Once upon a time an employer would treat staff with respect 'cause there was another job going around the corner. Now however is not so simple employers know and abuse this and is not something I cope with easily is difficult management and I refuse to tolerate it hence why I walked out of so many jobs.

2. Afford annual holidays

This one isn't so difficult.... If your good at saving, which I am not. I am always finding the little treats instead of thinking about the big dreams, well that's changing now as my partner and I have a savings box that can't be accessed unless you take a hammer to it. One Great Idea whoever invented that..

 3. Do the things, I want to do

There is so much I want to do in the next 5 years but until the first 2 are achieved these won't happen I would like to go and see more stage shows with my family, I would like to learn to drive.

All these things are what will drive me to succeed I shall push myself like never before. Why? Because I'm fed up of bending over backward for life and for once I am going to warp every aspect of my life to make it a success and will not stop til I make it. So I welcome all of you to come back twice a week (Mon and Thurs) To read about my progress with these dreams and join me and my family's journey through the ups and downs that are to come.

Thank you for reading.
D.

One final Goodbye

A little explanation first for those who don't know about 8 years ago my brothers my mum and I adopted a lovely labrodor x From rspca in brighton, This animal was the most stubborn and spoilt in the dog kingdom but he wasn't just a dog he was half human he had ways of communicating himself, you could give him a bowl of water but he'd drink from my mums kitchen tap (it was seperate from the others that were normally used).

This was the very last time we saw him and it is how we wish to remember him. A lovely dog full of life love and joy, He did not need to know when you were going to be back just that you were going to love him when you were.

He was not well and had issues with his bowels and colitis. The problems were so bad he had to be put to sleep and went to a meadow of stars in the sky.

When we got him I was about 14 and a teenage tear away I always used to think as walking him a chore, I loved to play with him indoors but as a teen that's as far as it went. I have many many fond memories But those most treasured are the silliest of the lot. For example I would knock on my mother's door when visiting with our littlen and he had an almighty bark, before we entered we always used to have to take a deep breath and brace ourselves for utter chaos because that is what he was. a Pain... But he was our pain.


When he was just a pup he knew when I needed to be up for school.. and when he wanted a walk he used to jump on my bed and chase his tail til I got up to let him out.

The saddest thing for me is the fact that my child was always scared of him after he tried to lick him but went for a nip. That day was a huge argument after someone that had no right slapped him on the nose but more then a slap I am just being polite.

That day. Yesterday. For the first and last ever time My little one said hello and goodnight mason was not jumping at him and our little one went and stroked him. and stroked him to sleep.

So before I well up I am going to put the short poem that I posted on my facebook page

I love you mason.

I shall always remember you for the amazing pain in the ass you were, you were the loveable rogue and never forgotten Although I wasn't there very often not a day goes by when I don't think about the times we played together, you used to disobey my calls and ignore me when told to sit, but that's just who you were an amazing pet, you were independant you had such character now they've laid a meadow of stars for you to be free as your spirit was in life Love you mason R.I.P 


So for one final time Goodbye matey, going to miss your fur all over me when I visit... R.I.P

A little about our family

Things could be easier...

Like everyone in the uk me and my family find it a bit of a struggle for day to day living, this is usually caused by me spending money that I shouldn't But the Missus put's up with me none the less.

We have a 2-year old who shall not be named explicitly for our own personal security. He however is the cutest littlest lad in the world and this is the yuck moment, He is my world.

Everyday it feels we do the same old things wake up, get dressed, do breakfast, do some work for our catalogue company, sit down have lunch, tea then bed. So I am starting this blog to help me see that our lives aren't quie so mundane and boring as myself and my partner think.

So over the last few days let me share with you a couple of the most humourous moments.

Miss-happiness and Misfortune
When My partner and I first got together I earned myself the nickname Master of Disaster. There was a reason for this everything I did, touched, breathed on seemed to either go wrong or fall apart take yesterday afternoon for example. My partner had just got back from the hospital after having an x-ray on her chest to diagnose the pain she'd been ignoring for the last couple of days, turned out she had an inflamed lung which is a serious issue for a severe asthmatic, I offered to make her a simple egg sandwich for lunch to which she told me would be very nice with a cup of tea (typical english family)


 Using what I thought was our best non-stick frying pan I poured in the oil cracked an egg and turned on the heat I should've realised something was wrong when the centre of the egg was cooking a lot slower then the outer edges. I had buttered both sides of bread on a plate to be all put together I scrape the egg out of the frying pan after it got stuck and fell apart (She never likes a fuss so told me only to do her the one) then before I could pick the egg off of the pan out of nowhere. BANG hot oil had exploded (Somehow) out of the frying pan and all over my bare torso. A normal person would go jump in the shower under a cold tap, Me? I do an incredible hulk pose and go in my highest pitched voice "ah f*** sh**" it wasn't until My other half got me a cold flannel that I decided to do something. Safe to say I am still suffering in pain the next morning.

Bitter Banter
My beloved and I often have banterous conversations in which we normally end up insulting each other. The other afternoon she asked for help with the housework however I was steadily drinking a cup of tea. Now I have a habit of getting over excited and random things coming out of my mouth. Anyone that knows me knows I try and get out of house work where and when I can, I will freely admit this to anyone, so slowly as I can drinking a cup of tea and munching on biscuits sophie getting increasingly agitated so the banter starts with something along the lines of "Can you help me please?" to which I responded "Why? you should know your place... besides I'm drinking tea" (please note I am not sexist but I know how it winds people up)


 she looked in my cup and said " well come on your nearly finished" which received an answer of    "yeah so should you be dog" (again please note this is how we banter none of it is truly meant) I then got called a C*** at which point my tea had run out (unbeknownst to her) the insults went back and forth until sophie realised I had stopped drinking my tea and faster then I could think I had already called the cup a b**** for running out of tea.... My beloved was in hysterics.

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D.