ahh... and blush...

apparently lights are not broken. Have come unplugged................. ahem.

ho ho ho

So the new lights that Husband bought for the tree have broken. I still have all packaging so we can return them.... he's not sure if he has receipt.... ha ha ha ha ha ah

cooking at christmas

I so cannot be bothered to think about what to eat at Christmas. My head is too full of unchecked lists, unwritten cards and unwrapped presents. My children are being catered for but me and Husband are living on crisps and sherry....

success...

Full refund thank you kind lady at Argos.

....rumbled....

So yesterday Husband offered to return the Batman costume for me, about half a dozen times he offered and I brushed it off with "No... don't worry I'll do it".  I think it was quite obvious really as because I'm so busy (lazy) I usually slopey shoulder any kind of errand to him.

So this morning he offered again. I said no and he said "you've lost the receipt haven't you?" I owned up and he stated I was sooo transparent he knew I had.

Bah.

So then I said, so do you want to take it back then? He said no. Not without a receipt.

Now it is sleeting and today is my last morning without grown up children so I have to go today. Bah bloody humbug.

Receipts

So why do I not have a nail on a piece of wood and put on every receipt I ever get so that I have them.

why do I have receipts for every loaf of bread I bought at Waitrose over the last month but I have come a cropper over receipts recently and STILL I don't learn.

I returned a curtain track to B&Q where nearly all the fixings were missing. I had already cut it (although didn't own up to that) but I had no proof of purchase, nor original packaging. I think the fact that I had a) clearly been crying and b) had not washed, brushed my teeth or my hair and looked like a woman seriously on the edge helped my case in gaining a full refund.

I have managed to save the receipt for a duplicate Horrid Henry book worth £3.99 which I can simply exchange at Asda. Yet I do not have the receipt for a Batman costume in the wrong size from Argos.  A fact I have hidden from Husband who has actually been out and bought a 2nd Batman costume from another Argos this morning as they are selling like hot cakes. Gaahh....  He is under the impression I will swan to Argos tomorrow produce the receipt and simply get a full refund. I will in fact clear out the car in search of receipt, try to get some screen shots of my bank account statements (as I am green and do not get paper copies nor do I have a printer) and try to blag a refund and probably end up with an Argos gift card for £22.99 when I have finished my christmas shopping already.

Bloody receipts. I should set up a file for them....................................................

Check!

I have moved the toast from the car  and I have oiled 'some' of the worktop.

The blog is having the results I was hoping for. It's a bit like Noel Edmonds and his cosmic ordering innit?

The toast in the car

There is a quarter slice of toast on the car floor.

It has been there for at least a month. If not two.

I see it at least 8 times a day as I put the baby in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out on the school run.

It is still there. I am a dirty wench.

I have sealed the stone!!

Shouldn't strictly post this as it has been done!! go me.

The stone surround on our new fireplace has needed to be 'sealed' with some 'stuff' for about a month. I did it today. It took 20 minutes.  Why did I not just do it a month ago? 20 minutes.

Wish filing would take 20 minutes, I would do it then. Honest.

The CD Mountain(s)

So I've always loved music. I have a lot of 90s glam rock vinyl in the garage. A lot of it is signed and probably worth... ooo a pound and 50.(!)

I have a lot of CDs. They used to be filed (rather ironically) in strict alphabetical and chronological order.

Then I had a baby.

When the baby started to walk he started to mess up the system. So I put the CDs away. I left a small selection of stuff I enjoyed and stuff I wanted to show off about. Husband added in Roachford, Billy Ocean(!) and Elton John. Then the small selection slowly grew.

Then we moved.  A year later I get husband to bring down the small selection so I can put them on my new MP3 player. They have been in the corner of the kitchen for a week untouched by me and baby#3 has had a good forage. Broken a few cases. Licked a few CDs and chewed a few sleeve notes. (Unfortunately not Roachford but Mark Ronson - why mine little one?)

I have moved them into the front room. In a corner so I cannot see them. I have Adele and Glee on my MP3 player, I will just listen to that instead. I'm over Razorlight now.

The Filing

The f**king, b***ard, knobbing, filing. The bain of my very existence.

I was a PA a LOOOOONG time ago. I used to get paid to do filing and I still never did it. Now it's just a thing that keeps me awake at night.

We moved a year ago. Two weeks before we moved I did a year's worth of filing and shredded 3 black bin bags of 'stuff'... including a lot of envelopes - why do I put them in the 'to be filed' pile? Why?

It has been a year as I say. I have not done one bit of filing. I have no idea where my marriage license is. I only found my passport by accident a few weeks ago. and shhh ( I have not changed my address on anything since we moved.... eeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkk........... Thank you Royal Mail redirection service).

Luckily our middle-sized boy sleeps in our room so in his room, I have a table. I have progressed to a number of smaller piles on said table from two carrier bags and 3 piles in various places downstairs.

But still I have not filed anything. I haven't shredded anything and I have not changed my address. And I have not found my marriage license. I did however manage to tax the car back in May, not sure how I got away with that as address on insurance does not match address on log book? Do these people not check anything?

I have delegated the job of filing to husband but he will not take it on until it is up to date. What a Cocknose.

Oiling the worktop

So this has been on the board, off the board, on the board over the last 6 months. I had a beautiful bamboo worktop in my new kitchen. I promised myself I would be better than everyone else and I WOULD oil it AT LEAST every 6 months, preferably every 4 to keep it on its toes.

So it's been 6 months.

Two weeks ago I notice suspect looking mould deep in the grain by the sink. hmmm... I really should oil it.

Two days ago I gave the 'patch' a harsh rub down with wire wool. The mould is still there but now there is a large unprotected patch of wood.

Yesterday I ventured into the garage and found the danish oil.  Couldn't get the lid off.  Left it on the floor by the toilet.

It's still there.

The rubbed down patch got nice and wet this morning. Lovely.

I have started a blog. That will help the mouldy bamboo. sigh.

Work Avoidance?

So this is the ultimate work avoidance isn't it? I keep myself awake at night with thinkings of my failings. The things I have put off for yet another day. The things that in spite of not actually "achieving anything" during the day I still fail to find the time to do. The things that have been noted on my whiteboard in the kitchen for so long I can't actually rub them off anymore.

I am a mum of 3 boys. Allegedly, crazy mad busy all of the time, yet my list of things to do never gets ticked off, never gets any shorter and things still never get done.  I thought I'd start a blog. That will help. I'll write about the things I don't do.

Don't know what to do now!................