Wednesday, 31 October 2007
I'm contemplating buying a business premises for Red Hat. So I'd better get on with some painting so that there's something to sell!
Sunday, 28 October 2007
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
I looked into buying a shop in Dulverton last week. I could just see myself sitting in the window painting. All I'd need to do is bung a painting of a horse or a fox in the window and I'd be busy with commissions for at least two years. I didn't, however, want to begin a career as an eastern importer, which is the name of the shop. Sixteen thousand pounds worth of carpet bags and pink leather slippers might be hard to shift!!
I did acquire the most divine chandelier for the 'tart's boudoir' that is my bedroom. Edward thought it was 'gross'. Do I care? No! It's the most fabulous piece of cheap tat!
The flat is looking wonderful. Country House condition, I think it's called. No DFS for me, thank you very much!
I had a lovely present from a customer today; a package of paintings actually done by an elderly lady who lived in this old Malthouse. I shall frame them and hang them in the hallway.
Tuesday, 16 October 2007
I did have a small chance this evening to kiss a frog that was being chased round the sitting room by Big Fat Ginger Cat, but he scoffed it before I got the chance.
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Sunday, 22 April 2007
Saturday, 21 April 2007
note: He is in there now, and I'm shutting the door! He's complaining about wanting to go surfing. He'll be able to, on the ironing board, if he doesn't fix the leak!
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
I have a day off tomorrow. A day that will now be spent waiting for the, no doubt, massive bill that I shouldn't be paying.
Poo, Poo and double Poo.
Sunday, 15 April 2007
It was a pleasant evening though and so tropical for April. It's just plain wrong to be sitting outside until 11.00pm in the evening in just a white linen shirt. Well and trousers obviously. Bertie, Maurice and Peg, the incontinent collie, also thought a white linen shirt was inappropriate too, so they all jumped up on me with muddy paws and by home time I looked as if I'd been rolling around in the garden with them.
Next week I'm going to a party. Watch this space...
Friday, 13 April 2007
Well, I've moved house. It is wonderful. A small garden that's just perfect for the cats, and me, come to that.
This morning I awoke to more than the usual gentle noise of the twittering birds. A creaking and crashing sound was disturbing the peace outside my bedroom window. When I investigated, my big fat ginger cat, Tigerboy, was precariously balanced on next door's fence swaying back and forth in the morning breeze. From the unusual angle of the said fence, I'll wager it's the first time it's had to support a morbidly obese pussy!
Edward is settled in now and enjoying the warmth and serenity of our new home.
I encountered the strange female personage that now lives in our previous house the other day. She'd locked herself out so I invited her in for a cup of tea. We exchanged stories about the various vile men in our recent past and then she asked me if the house was haunted by the spirit of a dead cat. Well, not wishing to be rude, I humoured her when she informed me that the ghostly pussy had shot across the sitting room floor and disappeared up the chimney. I can't honestly say I've been bothered by deceased pussies. I have enough trouble pandering to the whims of live ones. I think she should take more tonic with it.
Tuesday, 3 April 2007
Vile husband popped into office today to meet with mortgage advisor. I hope he gets the flat. I have started to feel a bit sorry for him. He looks dreadful and has started to smell a bit. Still, all he ever needed to do was find some gainful employment and we wouldn't be in this situation.
Poor friend is still ill. Am finding it quite difficult keeping control of the art shop and all it's strange little arty folk without her.
I do hope we can keep it going at least until after the 10 parishes festival. Perhaps then we could vacuum up some lovely new artists and re-launch ourselves on the unsuspecting Wivey public.
Tomorrow am packing last bits and pieces to move over the road. I didn't plan to start a whole new life on the eve of my fiftieth birthday, but hey ho, bring it on!!
Thursday, 29 March 2007
I'm rather concerned that he hasn't seen fit to give me any money for his son's living expenses, even though he now has a paying occupation.
Have spent most of today going back and forth to the charity shop at the top of the road. Waited until son went to school and then dispensed with all the long forgotten items gathering dust under his bed.
Arranged for a cleaning person to go into the flat and make it presentable before I move in. Also had another word with person helping to actually move me. He seemed quite astonished when I told him I had a lot of heavy furniture and it was unlikely he could move it single handed. Did he think I lived here in minimalist splendour? Or is he, like many of his fellow west country men, a bit thick?
Tuesday, 27 March 2007
I think I can keep going until I move. It's very difficult though. I'm just so tired and worn out all the time. It's bad enough having three jobs, but being a single mother as well is exhausting.
The shop is going from bad to worse. I really blame most of the co-op members. They sit in there with the door shut. They don't put the board outside and the place looks most unwelcoming. I complained about one of them wanting to leave because she was too successful to one of the others and he said it 'was alright for me' because I'd made plenty of money. It was said in an accusatory kind of way, as if my success is the reason for other's failure. I am sick of it. I would bog off entirely if I didn't have Edward to look after. Find a cosy hole somewhere and bury myself.
Thursday, 22 March 2007
I've got three commissioned paintings to be picked up from the shop over the weekend. So that should keep me in pasta and wine for a while.
Have found a jolly good chap to mastermind the house move and he only charges £10 an hour.
When I'm in the flat I am going to lie down, close my eyes, and sleep for at least a week.
Sunday, 18 March 2007
Friday, 16 March 2007
Thursday, 15 March 2007
Tuesday, 6 March 2007
Monday, 5 March 2007
Sunday, 4 March 2007
When I take my revenge it will be heard echoing around the Brendon Hills and across Exmoor for many years to come. Watch this space. Oh and by the way, the score so far, me jobs 3 Reptilian bastard slimeball shitface husband, jobs 0. But - he's jot a meeting this week and should get paid by Friday. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH...
Friday, 23 February 2007
Wednesday, 21 February 2007
He asked me what he's going to do for money when we separate our joint account. I foolishly suggested he might like to earn some for himself. He is of course 'working on it' and has been for the past four years. Sadly he hasn't actually earned any money. He is still unable to distinguish between a hobby and a job.
He does look rather a pathetic sight moseying off into the sunset with some frozen custard slices in a carrier bag for his tea. Well he chose it. Job and family or no job no family. He should be hanging his head in shame.
No chance of that though. I expect the mother ship will be calling him back to his own planet soon.
Monday, 19 February 2007
A little token for the errant husband.
A LOVELY TIME!
It’s been a jolly super weekend,
My ex-husband came to stay,
So I’ve been busy doing housework
In fact, it took all day.
I went to find a jaycloth
Couldn’t find one anywhere
So I had to use his toothbrush
To clean up the pubic hair
From all around the plugholes
In the bath and down the sink
But I rinsed it in the toilet
So it’s quite clean now, I think
The poor old cat’s been puking
And has ruined his own bed
So I’ve let him get all cosy
In the ex-husband’s instead
He’ll make himself quite comfy
And I’m sure he’ll be alright
He’ll spot the fleas quite easily
Because the sheets are white.
Let’s hope it stays inflated
As he shuffles round and snores
Because we accidentally ripped it
With the cat’s pre-sharpened claws.
I’ve been searching for his towel
In fact I’ve looked all day
Then I suddenly remembered
It’s in the litter tray!
It’s plenty clean enough for him
It’s dirty – just a bit
With little bits of fur stuck to
A smear of pussy shit.
So I’ve cooked a lovely curry
He’s always enjoyed that
And to eek the chicken breast meat out
I’ve used some kitty kat.
I’ve bought some fresh baked naan bread
There simply is none finer
But till I can get up to the chemist
I’ve used it as a panty liner.
And just in case the bastard
Thinks he can take me for a sucker
I’ve put toenails in his sandwiches
And I hope they choke the f***er!
Sunday, 18 February 2007
I start my new job at the beginning of March and I'm looking forward to that. He, of course, has no gainful employment. He'd better get himself a bank account before the end of the month as I'm not footing the bill for his loan. He should consider himself lucky that I'm even prepared to take on a mortgage for my new flat, considering he brought nothing to the marriage with him by way of a place to live. That's all conveniently forgotten.
The score so far; me - still three jobs
reptilian errant husband - zero
Wednesday, 14 February 2007
I caved in under pressure from the Pie Mine and have agreed to deliver the Nursery School lunches. I shall be charging them for mileage and my time. So it's not exactly a cost effective way of doing business. Still, that's down to poor management on their part. They should get the van fixed.
I've agreed an initial six month contract with Bruce to start on March 1st. I are an Estate Agent now!
Score so far;
Me - jobs x three
Errant husband - jobs x zero
Tuesday, 13 February 2007
Wednesday, 7 February 2007
I want it to be over. I wish I could go to sleep and not wake up. No one would miss me.
Sunday, 4 February 2007
Tuesday, 30 January 2007
Sunday, 28 January 2007
Friday, 26 January 2007
Thursday, 25 January 2007
Tomorrow I shall look at small, easily maintained flats and houses, lose 4 stone and attempt to strike OIL. 'Old, Ill and Loaded'