I'm yawning whilst I type this.

WE NEED A NEW MATTRESS.

I don't think I managed more than 2 hours sleep last night, without waking up, shifting position and moving my pillows around. It was awful. I've also had cramp in both my calf muscles at some point, and I'm bloody achy.

Winge, winge BLOODY WINGE.

On the plus side I have exceedingly middle class food for lunch today. Bayonne ham and some cheese from the French Market. It's exceedingly lush, though if I had my way I'd have bought much much more yesterday. Luckily for my bank balance, Mr Wicca had hold of the purse strings, and dragged me away from the cakes, the olives and the sausages...it was a bit overpriced if I am honest, plus I was hungry which never helps ;)

Still....he's in work next weekend, and Waitrose is at my disposal. BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!

Christ on a shitting BIKE.

Our resident South Ifrican troll has gone mental again.

It's really quite sad, she's obviously very very VERY ill.

I have no patience with her though, there are others on b3ta and 4rthur who suffer from mental illness, yet they manage to do so without spacking out at the board.

She's not stupid either - she's been creating IP addresses and new usernames just so she can spack and then say 'It wasn't me! I've done nothing wrong, you're just picking on me.'

I swear to the gods, that girl is a court case waiting to happen.

The really sad thing is that she thinks she's done nothing odd at all. It's just weird. B3ta is not the place to expect fluffy toleration of all your personal foibles - hell, we get pissed off at people who can't use apostrophes properly for fuck's sake!

Now I am paranoid that I haven't used the apostrophe properly in the above sentence.

It's been one of those days, today. Everyone has a naaaasty tummy bug, and there are two people left in the office. Sod's Law dictates that I will remain perfectly healthy till 5pm on Friday, whereupon I shall start vomiting like a supermodel at an all-you-can-eat buffet until Sunday evening. You can bet your life on it.

See? I'm updating. Look at me updating. I'm ace I am.

This weekend I mostly screamed at my son. Oh lordy he was a shit and a half. I love him dearly but sometimes, just sometimes I get to the point where I can't do anything to stop him being an utter git - short of having another child and hanging it as an example of what giving mummy a nervous breakdown can do.

Then yesterday, after working all day I went to see this man. Yes kids, it is FOLK MUSIC. He's bloody good is Eric, if a little miserable sometimes. He makes up for this with the song He's Nobody's Moggy Now, which is bloody ace.

The support act made me wee though - a duet from a Suffolk folk club. Without wishing to be too cruel, the guitar playing was lovely, but the singer was in her late 60's and sounded like my gran...difficult to describe, but imagine Betty from Emmerdale's face and Hilda Ogdens voice. Oh yes.

Tonight I have been listening to music, and am currently singing along to Candi Staton. I like singing I do.

Oh piss.

I'll keep it updated, blah blah fucking blah.

I'm going for a shower.

Then I'll update. Oh yes. I'll update it HARD.

Gah!

I have just been out to do some gardening. Not much to do today apart from the usual weeding, and making sure the soil hasn't completely dried out.

It looked quite cool out there - slightly cloudy with a bit of a breeze.

In reality it is as hot and humid as Satan's armpit. I'm now hot, itchy, and there are flies EVERYWHERE - and I still have to cut the grass. It will be worth it when it is done, and it looks nice. I'll get the slightly smug glow of satisfaction I always get when I do manly things whilst Mr Wicca'd isn't around.

Can't do anything yet though, as he's still in bed. Ho Hum.

Oooh, this is new...

Ok. I promise, promise PROMISE to keep this blog up to date. It's got be the 10th one I have started in the last 6 years, but I always forget. This time I'm Going To Remember.

It's Saturday and as such, Mr Wicca'd is still in bed (he's on nights this weekend) and Mini-Wicca'd is running around in the garden pretending to be a Stormtrooper. He's also demanding All The Sausages In The World, which apparently is my responsibility. I'm contemplating doing some gardening this afternoon, but possibly I'll just end up fucking about with internet nerds.

Oh the exciting life I lead...