littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (pink glee)
\o/

They've gone, the builders have gone! After destroying our walls, our carpets, our ceilings, our sanities, a laundry basket, a packet of breakfast cereal, my bookcase, a bar of Lush Rockstar soap (you'd've thought such conspicuously manly blokes would have avoided the pink, sweet smelling soap in favour of the inoffensive bar of imperial leather Dad favours, but no, we found it lying in the sink, broken in half, diminished in size by two thirds and covered in so much plaster what was left was irretrievable), three coat-hooks, two floorboards, two towels, two lightbulbs, one toothbrush, the entire back yard and a bottle of TCP, they've finally gone.

The work varies in quality from 'surprisingly decent' to 'typical Housing Exec' and has led mum to enquire on a timescale for me getting published so I can actually buy us a house *g*

Anyway, they've gone, and that's all that matters, and I feel like celebrating...

Celebration under here... )
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (DW: The eleventh doctor revealed)
The builders are almost finished. They've gone for the weekend, and should be done by Wednesday at the latest. It's going to take ages to put the house to rights (the decoration grant from the council - sort of compensation for them wrecking everything! - will help a bit, but...) but it's beginning to feel a bit more like our house again, so that's something at least.

On to the evening's entertainment... Spoilers for Doctor Who S4 Ep1: 'Partners in Crime' )
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (AA - Deleted Scenes - Shoes)
Last night was the last big read-through of the play before rehearsals proper begin (just as soon as exams are over, as the leading man and his mistress are both in A/As level hell right now) and it went really well. The cast seems to have been pretty much finalised, we're really getting a feel for the dialogue... yeah, this could be good. Of course, we've not started on the physical side of things... I feel sorry for the leading man - he's got some running around to do!

Also, I realised last night that my character is on stage for the duration of the play. Oh bugger. :D

Spiderman 3 tonight - I think dad's more excited than I am! I promised [livejournal.com profile] dracothelizard that I'd keep an eye out for any possible Bruce-ness...

*scurries away to think of bad!fic*
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (TG - Clarkson: I HAVE KILLED BEFORE!)
My neighbours are pissed again and yelling nonsense at each other in the backyard in stupid voices. Again.

Where's Jeremy's chainsaw when you need it?

Oh, and now the rowing and throwing bottles has started. Joy.
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall ((kind of) Irish Pride!)
28 years ago today, my mum and dad said 'I do' :)

*-*-*-*

Now, here's one for you from the folder marked Whisky Tango Foxtrot.

In Tescos today dad and I were boggling at the antics of a little girl in stiletto heel boots (she can't have been any older than 7 - her feet! They'll be ruined!) and the mother that didn't seem too concerned about her behaviour. We passed them a couple of times. On the third, another little girl came haring past, nearly knocking things from shelves, with her mother behind bellowing out her name.

"SHANIA!"

Stiletto-girl looks round, confused, her mum leans down. "Not you, Shania."

O_o

*-*-*-*

Everyone else has said everything that needs to be said about last night's rock-fest (including [livejournal.com profile] madscot and [livejournal.com profile] jamaisneutral - resistance is futile, ladies ;)) but I shall simply say 'pianist's fingers' and grin a lot :D
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (TG - Hammond: Integral (apricot_13))
I have eaten so much good food over the last two days that I may not need to eat again until the summer.

Right, people not from That Community may want to go make a cuppa for this bit. For the rest of you; Bored out of my SKULL with the telly and with nothing else better to do, thought I'd watch some old TG eps (It's research, I still owe [livejournal.com profile] dracothelizard at least one of the crazy crackfics she's talked me into...) anyway, just got to the news bit in 03x03 (the one where they drown Hammond, and has the concept Jag that looks like a vodka bar...) where they're talking about that Nissan recall and I had a complete brainfart. Richard and James are no strangers to roleplay. The whole 'Yes, what is it Watkins?' exchange... Please tell me I'm not the only one who saw that...

Yes, I am wrong in the head - blame the brandy sauce.

Right, the rest of you can come back now. God, it's been a good couple of days. I'm clinging onto these moments - always waiting for the other shoe to drop, you know? Everything's been so quiet and good, and I just feel... content.

Not used to that, not at this time of year!

*happysigh*
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (pink glee)
In just over two hours I will be in Belfast, preparing to scream myself stupid as four men in their late thirties try to prove they can still party like it's 1994.

To say I am excited, is akin to saying that Ant and Dec can be a tiny bit camp sometimes!

I would, however, like to take this opportunity to publicly acknowledge the awsomeness of my dad. Given my propensity to wig out in these kind of situations, even now, dad is coming with me - this despite the fact that he is still suffering Take That fatigue from the first time, and that he's actually claustrophobic, and crowds are not good for his wellbeing. I need him, so he'll be there. Now that is awsome, and I love him :)

(I still had to pay for his bloody ticket though. ;))

See you all on the flipside!
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (Paul Headdesk (credit: alicamel))
I'm in Coleraine. On my own. Came to the library beacuse I needed a quick oasis of calm moment.

There are a hell of a lot of pigeons in this town. It reminded me of London - of Ra standing on the South bank, halfway between the studios and Waterloo station, flapping her handbag at the damned things and screaming, "Rats of the sky! Rats of the sky!"

Ah well, back out into the crazed masses...
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (spork)
Dancing on Ice judges:

YOU WOT?!

Two weeks in a row now. Two fucking weeks in a row you jettison real talent in favour of well... shite. Dame Kelly may be a national treasure (and I'm never going to say bad things about someone with that name!) but: She. Can't. Skate!

Sean can.

So who do you vote off?

Sean.

Eh?

From the consistantly low marks you gave Sean and Marika's beautiful routines we could tell you were biased against them, but then to dump them in favour of someone who's skating you slag off on a weekly basis? Jesus H Christ on a fucking pogo stick! I mean Marika even lifted Sean! what more do they have to do?

Bloody hell!




Meanwhile back in the real (and slightly more even tempered) world,

I had a lovely day today.

Mum had the day off from looking after Auntie, so we went up to Belfast (mum wants one of those reclining chairs to help her back so we went on a costing mission) and tootled around the shops. I managed to snag some goodies in Lush (the only soap in the world that doesn't leave my hands looking like I've been shaking hands with freddie kreuger), we had lunch out, and we did a lot of walking (was really impressed with how far mum managed). Sometimes we really rub each other up the wrong way, but everything seemed to just fall into place today.

Oh, and we discovered the furnature shop that never ends! Seriously, I think whoever built the TARDIS also built this place, it was bizzare, you turned a corner thinking you were at the exit, and there you were... in a completely new bit! Over and over again!

Fun day. 'M sleepy now :)
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (holiday icons: tardis wreath)
This morning in town a little man with a big white beard wearing a fuzzy Russian-style hat passed me in a side-street. He gave me a big smile and a little bow as he went past. I have had a big smile on my face ever since, and everyone I passed smiled back at me.

Now that's goodwill :)
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (WLUS quote - nose)
the christmas dinner went unbelivably well, despite dad having a disagreement with the town hall ovens (oven either on with grill or not at all, hob either on full or off, no inbetween), I wore my boobie top (there are pictures, apparently, heaven help us), ate loads and felt contentedly like I'd never move again. Anne (she who is in charge) had asked me during the week what dad's favourite sweets were, so they could give him a thank you, but when they handed them over,I got a little box of my favourites too, for helping! I was so touched, especially since I didn't do much.

Reason for not posting this before? Combined post-big dinner fatigue (I was running around like a headless chicken keeping an eye on the ovens dad couldn't) and medication withdrawal - yup, I asked if it was ok to go ahead early, since I didn't fancy doing the comedown over the hols, and got the go-ahead, so I'm a little all over the place atm - please forgive any spelling errors, mind is working faster than body.

So that's it, dinner was good, body is fucked, mind is ok. See you on the flipside :)
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (*headTARDIS*! (credit: kataclysmic))
Was out shopping with mum and dad today. Felt overcrowded by too many people for the first time in ages (I always get knocked over at least twice while out shopping. What is it about me that makes people knock me over? Is it the dumpiness? The lack of height? The fact I look 12?) and had a panic attack in a shoe shop. Came home, wrote 100 words, got pissed off, had a bath, calmed down, decided to go to bed (I'm ahead-ish, I'll make up the words tomorrow, I have a DRAMATIC MOMENT ahead, omg!). Just as I did, dysfunctional family next door decide 12am is a good time to have a knock em down drag em out row in the back yard. The screaming has just stopped. For now.

Ugh.
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (SMOOCH!)
Ahahaha! The shrink, he has spoken, and he has said that I'm making such good progress that one last appointment to check all's well, and they'll discharge me back into normal GP care!

And the Melanie visits will be ending shortly after that too...

Wow.
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (Default)
Can't sleep again - got my quarterly check-up from the neck up tomorrow. While I know that this consists of nothing more than five minutes in the company of a completely different shrink to last time, during which I will probably only have to give one word answers to three or less questions in order to satisfy them that I'm not going to go out and destroy society or some shit (read: I'm doing well and getting out more), I still get nervous. Mostly because I don't want my meds put back up again - did the zombie thing, doesn't work for me. I quite like being able to think and react to things, and not just have to sleep all the time, thank you very much.

Still, I may very well be able to persuade dad to take me into Waterstones afterwards... yay books!
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (9/Jack kiss)
I was watching The Parting Of The Ways again this morning, while waiting for Kate to come pick me up for our usual Monday coffee and lunch routine. When she arrived I nipped off to get my bag, leaving the vid running, and returned to find her staring at the screen going 'He kissed the Doctor! That guy kissed the Doctor!'

Once it sunk in she didn't seem terribly upset about the Doc getting some snoggage, but I think it broke her brain for a moment there... :)
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (kermit [credit: sdwolfpup])
Cemetery Sunday again. You all know my feelings on the subject.

I had rather hoped I'd be able to sleep through the whole sorry debacle, but the world at large has other ideas, damn it. I think I shall make a swift retreat upstairs when Aunt Mary and Uncle Seamus arrive. The sad part is, mum seems to have finally accepted that they're the only ones who come. There is much less food this year - same amount of cleaning though.

Meh.
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (Wallace & Gromit - tea)
This morning dad and I went up to Portglenone Forest to walk the Bluebell trail.

It's amazing. The bluebells are at their peak, and when you come down the hill into the forest, there are just millions of them (no exageration) rolling down the hills from the Monestary into the forest... so beautiful.

We threw some pennies into the Lady's Well, saw a couple of squirrels (one of them doing the twitchy easily distracted while eating nuts thing, which of course prompted cries of "Did I leave the gas on? No, I'm a fucking squirrel!") and had a lovely morning. I hope to go back soon, before the bluebells die, to get some photographs.

Then we sat at a picnic table right at the edge of the forest, and had croissants and hot chocolate that we brought from home (why does hot choccy always taste better outside?) and just talked a load of crap and had a good time. (Nice to spend time with dad, he's been either out or lying down resting his back lately, and I've not been much better)

A Very Good Day :)
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (RAR! (credit: pumpkin_queen))
Today:


  • I caught the train to Coleraine. On my own. :)


  • Was my day for finding amusing graffiti in toilets. First there was just the lovely, random #73 scratched in the paint on the door of a cubicle in the train station. It made me laugh, but then I'm a fan of Saturday morning TV and always have been ;) Then there was the badly spelled fundamentalist Christian diatribe scrawled in Biro on the wall of the toilet in Moores Department store that warned us that the end is coming and we'd all better get saved, stat. Not amusing, but underneath it, in a lovely italic hand, was written; 'Don't worry, we're all going to heaven. In fact, if you open your heart and your eyes you'll see we're already there.' Eh, it made me smile.


  • I encountered the world's worst transvestite. The poor bloke had bright red lipstick, five o'clock shadow, a wig that looked like Melvin Bragg's hairdo and kept slipping to one side, and (despite the fact that it was freezing and he had to have been about 12 stone or more) a long, flimsy flowery skirt that my terrifying sartorially-challenged elderly Aunt wouldn't have been seen dead in.



I had a good day. :)
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (subtle)
Here's a fun little juxtaposition - Before dinner, I was reading slash, very explicit NC-17 slash. Just as I was preparing to nip back upstairs to finish the story after dinner, we were visited by the new parish curate on his rounds. Nice fella, for a priest, bit mad, not too up himself, mum liked him, and as she's the only Catholic in the house, that's all that counts :) But now, back to the slash.

Well, it made me smile :)
littlemoose: A photograph of a vivd blue swallowtail butterfly against an orange stucco wall (Default)
I just saw an MG Midget... and the guy behind the wheel looked a bit like Billy Boyd.

All I could think was - 'a hobbit in a midget!'

No, still not had any sleep.

But it'll still be funny after the full 8 hours!

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