Woooo hooooo!!

The sale of the bungalow has fallen through! More time to win the
lottery!!! This is William my Scottish nephew looking shocked! Hehe!
Don't worry, the sale wasn't life or death to our friends who own
it....no mortgage and no immediate rush for the money! So win win win
I say!!!!

Fathers Day Part Two!

Well I meant to add on my last post that the shot of the plane was infact an old Lancaster Bomber doing a fly past, closely followed by a Spitfire! Very exciting stuff! 

We paddled for a while after lunch and it was still pretty breezy! After that though, the sun came out and Mum and Scarlett went in for a dip! Very brave of them! Usually I'd have been in with them, but it was just a tad too blowy for me! 

Scarlett is a proper water baby.. just like her dad, and me, and our other brother! Mum has definitely raised us that way, and her Dad had a huge part of that. In fact this bungalow on slope next to the beach, this is where we spent many summer holidays with Mum and Dad, Nan and Grandad, playing on the beach and the hill, swimming all day long. So many happy memories. The summer I was 16, I even met a boy who was staying along the road with his baby sister... he was 18 and he asked my mum and dad if he could take me out, but I was too freaked out by it all!!!! We all stayed in touch but I never fancied him sadly! It was just after I'd lost a lot of weight and was probably my first male attention ever! 

We're all so sad the bungalow is being sold. If only we could win the lottery now!!!!! 

Anyway, after four lovely days, Mum, Dad, Nan and I are home! A lovely last family day there on sunday! Happy Fathers Day Dad, you are simply the best! 

xxxxxx

Fathers day part one

I'm in Herne Bay and have been since Friday. Yesterday was fathers day
so my brother, his wife and their two girls, my cousin and uncle all
came down for the day to the little bungalow on the seas front that we
have been coming to since I was a little girl. It's going through a
sale at the moment so this is more than likely our last visit and
we're very sad about it. It's also Amelie's first visit and she's
loved it... As did Scarlett.

I've done much reading and enjoying just being here, walking a bit...
Unheard of at home! There's no tv, nothing really to disturb the
peace. I'm on iPhone now!

So here's part one of pics...

Windy days by the sea!

I'm not gone I promise!!

I'm still here, and still reading everyone's blogs and loving them, just not been posting for a while. Not so much that I have meant to not post, more than I didnt know what to say. 

Firstly, looked after beautiful Ame last Sunday and just had to share a couple of pics! She can sit up now, and she was so happy the whole time she was over! We didnt even have time to go for a walk, because after bottles, and lunch, and bum changes and playing, and sleeping for an incredibly long time, it was time to go home!!! 

Okay onto other things. Work is bad. Very bad. The kind of bad you dread. I'm not sure entirely how this will now pan out, but I am pretty certain any day now I will be unemployed. I can't go into details and its too painful too really. It's my fault for being naive and trusting, but it's a bitter pill to swallow. I've applied for 6 other jobs, been turned down without interview for 5, and am trying not to get disheartened. This may be because, after working for a Trade Union for 8 years, who wants to employ you, or it could be that really my skills set is so specific to Trade Union work now, that I just don't fulfil the criteria enough to be given a chance to prove myself. 

Anyway, enough dwelling on the troubles... believe me I have... my husband put it in perspective for me yesterday, telling me he doesnt care if we lose the house, can't pay the bills, don't have anything, as long as I'm still here. I cried. You can imagine. 

This week, I have my first hospital appointment about my weight. This, as you know if you have read me before, is a constant source of problems for me. We row about it, G and I, and my mum and I... all the time. They tell me I must do it, I agree, they tell me how to do it, I agree, then I don't do it. I just can't force myself to exercise. I know I can't have babies if I don't do it, I get sad, I eat... you see how this goes... Well this week my appointment is entitled Bariatric Surgery Pre Assessment.... what this means I do not know. It's to do with possible weight loss surgery, and it's an hour appointment, but not sure what I will be told. I assume I will qualify... due to my size, but I am expecting to be told the wait for surgery is very very long. Maybe it will kick me up the arse. Maybe I will use my unemployed time to do something rather than sit on the sofa all day sad... maybe not.