Bluebell Tattoo's !!

Good news, Michael (Kate's youngest son) is on the mend! So I am pleased about that. (re: previous blog...)

OK, so now I don't have a little boy anymore, I have an eighteen year old. James had a great day, event's the 30 balloons I pumped up the night before, had all deflated by morning, which meant he got up to a floor, covered in shriveled rubber.

I had a bit of a headache as I had inhaled too much helium (not recommended at home,) and of course, white wine! Not to mention, an overdose of X Factor. Due to being tipsy the first time round, I spent most of the weekend trying to catch up on memory losses. I couldn't remember who had lied to Louie, or whether Simon had made anybody cry,but it's ok, I know now (whether I will remember tomorrow or not, is another question !)

(Blimey, this is hard going. I am writing this blog using my new laptop, so am using Word Pad for the very first time. I can't find the spell check or how to automate two spaces after every false stop, also I can't right click my mouse and use synonym's. But hopefully you aren't spotting my errors !!)

This week I went out with my friend Dee, we took her son into Warwick.



This was after a long walk, at the race course. Max rolled in fox poo, so did Dee's two year old. I didn't realize Max was covered in crap until I stroked him, only to cover both hands in the fowl stench.

It was at this point I suggested to Dee, that we get baby out of the long grass and head into town for a coffee. So me Dee, baby and two dogs all ventured off for a cuppa covered in mud and smelling of turd.

I wore stretch jeans that seem to be too tight when washed, but expand two more sizes after a good walk. So these were hanging down somewhere around my crotch, revealing my flabby mid drift and top of cotton pants. Also, I had dog hairs all over my cardigan and mud caked into the souls of my scruffy wellies.

Sod's law, that particular day, just about everybody I knew in Warwick were in The Square too!

'Can my daughter stroke your dog?' asked a proud father, whilst clutching his little girls hand.

But before I could explain he smelt like a pile of excrement, they both indulged in lots of cuddles and stroking. Whilst Max was in his element, I was cringing.

'I am so sorry,' I tried to intervene, 'but he has been rolling in poo all morning, we all smell.'

Blushing a little the man said,'oh well,' before grabbing his daughter and making a hasty get away, never to be seen again.

However, all in all, we had a good time,but I did throw my jeans away on arriving home, they really did make me look a Pratt !


(Am getting used to Word Pad, sitting in bed with a cuppa, feeling rather luxurious typing in bed!)


Met with Kate for lunch. Had a great day, we ended up shopping for crystals and iron tablets...Long story, but basically our stars for the day said, 'we should go with our gut feeilngs,' so anything that came to mind, we did.

Also, I have spent time with Sarah, another good friend, who also lives next door to me! A refreshing change from the bearded wally from my former residence, who I still see driving around in various, odd outfits, I must take a photo some time to share with you!

Anyway, Sarah was telling me how her mums cat is overweight, due to laziness. So the vet suggested that his owner takes him for walks. Sarah's mum had to buy a dog harness for the pussy, but it was too small so she had to go back for a bigger size. Needless to say, the cat refused to wear it and has developed a hatred towards Sarah, as she had the job of trying to get him into it. Imagine, the sight of a cat being dragged around, arched back and hissing whilst sporting reins !!! FAB...

And now for some juicy news. For my sons birthday, I bought him a flying lesson in a helicopter. He's chuffed with it! Also, he wants his first tattoo, so I said I would take him. Within half an hour of this promise, I found myself at Passion & Pain, in Leamington, having an informal discussion with the staff about his first scarring experience.

'Why don't you have one Mum?' he asked, in front of a room full of urban trend setters, ranging from goths to peroxide blondes!

Before I knew it I was back at home looking for bluebells on my laptop. You see, these are my deceased Nan's favourite flower. And if that wasn't enough - I had already decided that... I should have this tattoo on my right foot (ouch!)

So now, I am going with Jim for his tattoo (namely:- Established Since 1988), I am told by my son, that I have to go first. Somehow my tattoo is going to be about 5 times bigger than his! How do I get myself into these situations??

Needless to say, you will all be seeing our designs here on my blogs, so I just hope you like our choices! BRING IT ON.... (Above pic is my friend who is part of a biker sect in Bulgaria, isn't she great!)

Anyway, I am going to see if I can upload this blog onto my website.

Thank you for all of your lovely emails. Please, please keep sending and I will be in touch soon !!!

PS, I haven't forgotten Peony or Cruella, it's just that Uncle Simon is a bit busy at the moment, but we do have some spectacular plans in the pipe line !!