Revolutionary Rants

We have our first suite. Rather exciting, in a sad sort of way. Material possessions, of which we are taught and socialised in to  believing bring happiness. Anyhoo, it is not a new suite, but comes from a local company that recycles furniture. It is vastly comfortable and has a kind of Italian type tapestry look to it, with oranges.

We are really looking forward to moving. No more parking in the evil walled in space that is the outside of the hen house. No more bottles over the back wall on a weekend night. No more mould in the bathroom. Out in the countryside, Mum and Dad at the bottom of the hill, a nice pub down the road, lots of walking routes all around. Our own house. Well, that is how it will feel, anyway. For this reason there are musterings in my mind of getting another labby…

Yesterday I represented Addaction at the East-the-Water fun day and saw an amazing owl close up and we ate lovely rubbish for tea. Didn’t do too much today, just glad to be at home! We collected a writing desk for Mum in Muddiford. Played WCIII, saw the parents, bathed, watched a bit of telly, felt a bit tired and even - perhaps - a tad grumpy. All good. So far, so good.

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Following in him indoor’s footsteps here is a rather funny comic…

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Home. So glad to be home, as well. Both very tired. Flights were fine, car parking company thingy were also good.

Best bit of the trip: drinking ice cold Orangina in Tourrettes-sur-Loup at the Cafe du Midi on the square. Saddest thing of the trip: Gilbert’s crazy restaurant L’Estragon is closing next month, but at least we had a final meal there before it did.

Came back and had a nice lunch with Alex and Alice before making our way back to Barnie, now: telly, sleep.

Disjointed, I know, but I haven’t slept much the last few days… More later.

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This is one of those meme thingies and I saw it on a blog I enjoy reading on my blogroll each day. You have to say something about yourself for each letter of your name, so here goes:

Juxtaposition - my favourite word (along with “revolution”), I tried very hard to get it in to all of my third year essays at the University of Huddersfield.

Elephant - my memory for visual things and films and the like is amazing. I am also big like an elephant, but that is another story…

Supporter of Arsenal Football Club. Forever and always.

Sarcastic, I do not care if it is the lowest form of wit…

Imaginative - I was forever telling myself stories as a kid.

Completely obsessed with the Manic Street Preachers as a teenager and they are still my favourite band.

Anarchist

Socialist/communist - I was until I was 12 or 13, then I decided that no government or person should ever be in power over others

Amelie - my favourite film, it reminds me of my other half and the afternoon we first watched it, when I visited during summer break and it was a rainy Sunday, a perfect day.

Irish/English in background

Not normal - my brother-in-law is always calling me “strange”; I am and I am glad that I am. I’d hate to be normal.

Secretly wishing for a Labrador for Christmas…

There are so many bloody S’s that was damn hard!!!!!!!!!

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It has been a busy, if shortened, week. Volunteering and the like are taking up quite a lot of time and Mr C has been pretty busy at work as well.

Winter is coming in fast here in North Devon, the washing has been rained on, the goose-pimples returning to our arms. How poetic am I? Mind you, we haven’t really had a summer, that you can speak of, just a hot April and a few days in August so it isn’t too much of a change, but I do hate it when it gets dark so early.

Jose has parted company with Chelski, Arsenal may be brought by a fellow Russian “tycoon” of Mr Abramovic (have I spelled that right?)

Tomorrow we’re off to see Chicken’s parents in the South of France, so another busy weekend. Not sure whether there are any plans when we are down there, we shall have to see. We are hoping to do our first French driving at some point, though, in C’s Dad’s little old Peugeot, The Sponge. Today, however, is a time of gentle packing (including drying socks on the radiators due to rain), battle on Warcraft III and other such sleepy pursuits.

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Cor, it was a busy weekend. A very busy one. Once Chicken got back from work on Friday we set out, in the rain along the link road, through Bristol and onwards up to Charles’ home in Buckinghamshire. Having spent an enjoyable evening/morning with Charles, we set out, all dressed up, for Suffolk. This journey, round the top of London, toward Cambridge and then across to Mendlesham seemed to takes hours, it was all very flat landscape.

We made good time, however, and we at the church at 12:00. The wedding itself went off really well, and the reception was nice - held at Brome Grange - and the sun was shining for the photos so all was well. We had a pleasant meal before the speeches and then we headed off back to Chaz’s. We got back at around 22:00, having stopped for petrol in Bury St. Edmund’s.

The next day Mr C did some running repairs on a thermostat for Charles before we made our return journey to Devon. We stopped off at Bristol and got back at around 16:30 (I think).

Life is back to normal today, after an extended weekend yesterday. I got a “new” bike, from a local hire service, it is a lovely road type bike and lighter than my previous mountain bike. It is a busy week this week, and we are off to Nice for the weekend. More in between, I expect…

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Feeling stressed

Training

Feeling very happy

Discovering the reason I thought The Princess Bride wasn’t a comedy when I saw it as a child was because it is not actually funny. At all, first film featuring Christopher Guest I’ve seen that wasn’t…

Not sleeping

Helping people on Trip Advisor

Playing Warcraft III

Not being arsed to blog properly as there is lots of busy life going on

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Ah well, the calm of “the birthday weekend” is over. After the wakeful night of work texts we had a very, very lazy day yesterday. We played Warcraft III and then cuddled up on the sofa and watched Howl’s Moving Castle, one of my gifts to Mr C, from Studio Ghibli. As usual with Hayao Miyazaki it was wonderful - strong female lead, beautiful landscapes, interesting characters and so forth. We loved it, and we were being so lazy that we watched the English version rather than the Japanese, so I got to listen to Christian Bale all afternoon: nice.

We made the mistake of remaining cuddled up on the sofa and soon dozed off for a nap! When we got up we made fresh pasta sauce (plum toms, courgette, capers, yellow pepper, chilli, spinich and whizz with) and watched Crisis on Jimmy’s Farm before going to bed!

Today Chicken returned to work, aged 23. I have got our wedding clothes ready and packed, made a plum calfotis and worked on a database still aged 24.

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Wow, the Grove Inn was excellent! Of which mroe in a second, lets get a bit chronological. We woke up early, for the weekend, and Chicken opened his gifts from me; a creme brulee torch, a Mini (as in the car) wallet and some Studio Ghibli DVDs. Then he had his Saturday breakfast of a full English and we had a bath. Dad called in for a coffee and we played Warcraft III and Wii Tennis until we went over to my parents for Chicken’s other presents (well, from Mum, Dad and Si and family anyway) and some cake.

Then we headed out on the winding country roads to King’s Nympton and The Grove Inn. It is a beautiful old fashioned pub and we tried the gorgeous Flowers ale (me in shandy form as I was on Wagon R duty) and had the most delicious meal. Mr C had a beef wellington and I a vegetarian wellington (courgette, goats cheese, tomato sauce, yellow pepper) and you had dauphinois potatoes with red cabbage (yum) and other lovely veg. We had a pudding as well, as home made puds seemed to good to turn down! I had a proper old treacle tart and Chicks had a hot chocolate pudding, with a 20 minute wait to cook (helped the main go down!). We shall definitely be returning again, the staff were nice and the food exceptional.

We got home - via a road diversion, as sadly someone had had an accident and passed away - and had some champagne and, bizarly, watched Carry on Camping! We have had a bad night for alerts, but oh well, it was a good birthday, Mr C reckons!!!

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Happy birthday to Mr Chicken! Here is a photo of the birthday cake (the infamous Nigella ‘Cloud Cake’) topped with butter icing and accompanied by one of my presents to Chicken, a creme brulee blow-torch.

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