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Met a life-long friend today for a quick coffee and a chat and have been stunned by her announcement...that she is expecting her fourth child!
The announcement came as a bit of a shock for at 43 years old I thought her family was complete. However, she informed me they had been keeping things hush for the first three months of the pregnancy as she has sadly endured four miscarriages in the past.
Pleased to bits for her but also slightly apprehensive that baby and mum will be ok I wished her well and told her to take things easy and look after herself.
Looking at me rather anxiously she stated that her husband might be away at the time of the birth - he is a fisherman - and asked if I would like to be her birthing partner in case he was at sea. WOW! I was completely stunned and honoured at the same time. Only thing is...I'm a complete and utter woos when it comes to blood and STUFF, (even though I've had three children of my own!), AND (please don't hate me)...I get bored easily! So to Jools...I'd be chuffed to bits to be your birthing partner...here's hoping it's a quick labour!!!
P.S.
Does anyone have any experience as a birthing partner? OR.....
Any ideas how to get through a long labour? 
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Why can't tents have en-suite?
Sorry for not blogging earlier but have been very busy with art stuff and framing, and selling...woohoo! Oh, and attended my very first music festival - yes, mid-life crisis approaching!
Had been exited for ages about going to T in the Park. Husband came prepared with trailer for ferrying camping stuff, beer, cool boxes, beer, toiletries, more beer, and a token bag of food the two mile walk from the car park to the campsite.
Once the tent was pitched we settled down for a well deserved beer or three in the sun after having spent two hours taking turns to inflate the airbed with a foot pump.
After the few beers it was inevitable I had to visit the toilet. Now, I had been briefed beforehand about such an event and was pleasantly surprised that they were not too bad. Definitely not sit-downable but the chain suspended on the back of the door came in very handy for hanging on to while I, well... hovvered!
We then went to see what sort of amenities the campsite had to offer. Endless types of fastfoods were available as well as stalls selling beer, hats, beer, clothing, beer, ready inflated airbeds!... and legal drugs!? The beat bus started up and ravers with glow sticks fell about intoxicated on booze or LEGAL drugs. 
Later we went back to the tent for an early night only to discover that we had new neighbours who had decided to pitch up so close that we fell over their guy ropes! Not only that but were ready to party. Their CD player blasted in my ear the whole night, literally, till eight the next morning when they respectfully switched it off and passed out.
Husband was not amused. That night our neighbours decided to waken up the campsite again but was met by a few disgruntled voices in various tents politely suggesting to, "shut the fuck up you fucking arses!". The music was promptly switched off.
Next morning the toilets were putrid. I resorted to peeing in a cup hoping that the immodium would last out...
On the whole it was a good weekend. Would I do it again?...Damn right!
P.S. to those who were wondering if I went to my graduation party, unfortunately no, the tickets were sold out! x
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Mutton Dressed as Lamb?
OK what do I do? I am just about to graduate at uni and my dilemma is whether to go to the graduation ball or not.
As a forty-something mature student (early forties mind you!), the thought of wearing formal dress and mixing with nubile young females (and guys) with their body parts still in place where nature intended and not heading south like mine fills me with dread.
Do I try to squeeze myself into some pathetic meringue, or opt for something more elegant that shows off my bingo wings, lumps and bumps?
The ball (6pm - 6am, eek!), with live bands, funfair, and DJ stuff sounds, well....entertaining to say the least but for a forty-something and a husband a couple of years shy of fifty?
At £30 a ticket do I chance a night of mayhem where I'd probably be asleep by 10:30pm or go for an intimate meal with husband?........Do I sound old?
Please advise!!
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A VIRGIN BLOGGER
Oh dear! Am I sad or just grasping 21st century technology for the first time?
My friend Starcorner suggested I might like to start up a blog. "What's a blog?" I ask totally bewildered. Once informed and convinced it's fun, cathartic, and enlightening as to others feedback I thought, Why not?
After about 2 hours attempt to figure out layouts, fonts and colours I'm still bewildered as to how to go about putting a headerpicture on top of this thing!
So I've given up.
Just thought I would like to share my holiday experience with you. Have just finished my final year at uni and husband suggests we go on a weeks holiday to Majorca. A Thompson Gold no less where no children under 16 are allowed so couples can enjoy a relaxing holiday. Great I thought...a peaceful week without the teenagers in tow.
We left on Saturday afternoon for the airport. On arrival at the hotel, about 10:30pm we got to our room and phoned home to say we had arrived but the real intention was to check that there were no wild parties going as soon as we had left the door step!
Next morning we went down for breakfast. What was going on? Had we ended up on a SAGA holiday by mistake!!? I had never seen so many misshapen legs and varicose veins in my life. Every single person had grey or white hair (husband included I might add). Thompson Gold...it should have been renamed Thompson Silver. As for no children under 16, there were no children under 60!
Peace and relaxation was a joke as far as the reps were concerned as every morning over a loud speaker they'd announce it was time for shuffleboard and beanbag bowls -whatever the hell they were. Mid afternoon it was time for the daily general knowledge quiz where the reps proceeded to wail out questions through a loud speaker by the poolside. God help anyone who was lying on the sunbed next to the portable speaker as I later found out much to my annoyance and the to the detriment of my ear drum!
Overall, peaceful it may not have been but has given both my husband and I an insight as to how things are going to be as we hit retirement age and beyond.
Shoot me now!
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