Birthday Blues


Yesterday was my birthday. It was a day of tears, tantrums, laughter and terrible nightwear, and the first birthday in over two decades where JS hasn’t woken me up with a cup of tea, a smile and a pile of birthday cards and presents.

The day started with tears, but that’s standard issue nowadays, so I can’t claim that the morning sobfest was particularly birthday related, or that there was an increase in sobbing intensity because of the date. Anyway, at that stage, I was still implementing my cunning plan, a two-part plan so cunning, even Baldrick from Blackadder would be in awe of its cunningness.

Part one of my plan was to totally ignore my birthday. 

 

After breakfast, The Hound and I went for a walk on Hampstead Heath. It was a lovely morning, and although there is rumoured to be a flasher on the loose, we took a little detour off the main path through the woods. I was swinging the bright blue ball launcher, scooping up the tennis ball and hurling it for The Hound, when I came across a fallen tree. This tree was totally inoffensive: it didn’t trip me up or cause me to step in pile of dog poo; it didn’t have love hearts carved into its trunk or have a couple of cooing doves perched in its branches, but for reasons unknown to me, I began to beat the hell out of it with the ball launcher whilst yelling, “I have had enough of this! I’m warning you – this can’t go on! I am at the end of my tether! I can’t stand it any longer! Day after day after bloody day!”

As I had my tantrum, I realised I was doing an excellent impression of Basil Fawlty punishing his car by manically whipping it with branches when it refused to start outside Fawlty Towers. I stopped, apologised to The Hound who was standing next to me with a dayglo yellow ball in his mouth, and carried on as if nothing had happened. I think we were both wondering whether I’d finally lost it, though on the plus side, thrashing a dead tree with a plastic stick whilst screaming would deter even the perviest flasher.

The second part of my cunning plan involved arranging a lunch in town with my editor, aka The Grammar Gestapo. I wanted to see her because we needed to get together to talk about work things, she didn’t know it was my birthday, but mostly because she is bright, beautiful, warm and tremendous fun to be with. She’s a little younger than me, and has been trying out Internet dating. I would love her to find Mr Right or even just Mr Good for a Date or Three, but at the same time I hope Cupid’s aim isn’t that great for a few more months, as her tales of the difference between the witty grammatically perfect men she meets online and the arrogant weirdos they turn out to be in real life are hilarious. Recent example: First date. Less than an hour in. Middle-aged man sporting ponytail and wearing a jumper encrusted with food: “If you can’t have children, I’d be willing to consider adoption.” He wasn’t wrong when he sent her a text as she was leaving the house saying: I don’t make a good first impression.

We went to The Riding House Cafe. Very nice. Lots of gossip, a little work, some book recommendations to check out; a lovely lunch.

The Grammar Gestapo went back to her day job of policing inappropriate use of commas and exclamation marks.

I went to Primark on Oxford Street.

Now, in hindsight, going to a giant Primark during the school holidays, at the height of the tourist season in a prime tourist area when you’re already feeling somewhat wobbly and vulnerable, was always going to be a bad move. The things was, I had decided that in an attempt to comfort myself on those long lonely evenings on the sofa, I couldn’t live without a fleecy all in one sleepsuit, the sort of garment that JS, if he were in a grave rather than still in a cupboard at Marylebone Crematorium, would be turning in at the sight of me wearing. I’m also concerned about energy prices and how much it will cost to heat this open plan house, and I thought that I could keep the heating down if I was better wrapped up. My first attempt at tracking one down led me to a very strange Internet site run by a woman who claimed to be a nurse, and far from finding something snuggly, I was confronted by adult nappies and disturbing pictures of grown men in babygros lying in cots sucking dummies. I refined my search terms and discovered that Primark did a range of fleece all in ones, with feet.

After fighting my way through tourists who seemed to be buying armfuls of £1 T-shirts as if they didn’t have clothes in their own country – I found the fleeces: pink ones and zebra striped ones and something brown that resembled the pelt of a shot teddy bear.  I grabbed a pink one and headed to the tills, the queue for which was longer than the immigration queue at JFK airport in New York when an Air India 747 has just landed. Sounding like Margot Leadbetter from The Good Life, I berated a passing assistant. “This is ridiculous! Aren’t there more tills?” I trilled. Unfortunately, my snotty voice alerted others to the reply, which was that they had just opened some new ones further down. I almost got knocked over in the ensuing stampede.

I stood there and thought, what the hell am I doing, a forty-seven year old woman buying a £10 pink and white polka dot fleece babygro with a cupcake on the front? And then I remembered what I was doing. I was buying it because I am worried about heating the house in the winter; I was in Primark rather than one of my old haunts, Prada, because I am trying to save money; I wanted it because I thought it might feel nice to snuggle into now I have no-one to snuggle up to; I was trying desperately to find some comfort in my life. But standing in a discount clothes shop on my birthday it hit me: even if I went to Prada rather than Primark, nothing that can be bought will provide the comfort I crave.

I dumped the pink monstrosity and fled, disheartened and disorientated.

I got to the bus stop. The driver hadn’t pulled away, but he’d closed the doors. I knocked on them. He shook his head and flicked his hand dismissively at me. I pointed a finger at him and shouted: “I’ll see YOU at the next stop!” and began to run along Oxford Street, dodging the crowds on the pavement, darting in and out of the road.  Oxford Street is always nose-to-tail with traffic, but this time the road was entirely clear and the bus accelerated past me. I watched it go, and for a moment reverted to my usual modus operandi in such situations, which is to phone JS and tell him indignantly what had happened. But of course I couldn’t, and I could sense The Grief Monster approaching me from behind, about to throw its black cloak over my head as it called out: “Oi! Lonely widow on your birthday! Who’s there for you now?” It was one of those moments when even though you’re in a crowd, you long to sink to your knees, cover your head with your arms and block out the world.

I didn’t scrape my knees on London concrete. I saw a cab with its light on, hailed it and jumped in. Of course now, I wish I’d said to the cabbie, “Follow that 390!” so that I could have caught up with the bus and carried out my threat of confronting the Dismissive Driver at the next stop. Instead I just said, “Highgate Village, please,” slumped in the back and cried. The taxi fare ended up being twice the price of the foul fleece which was enough to make me sob in itself.

I got home, walked The Hound, spoke to a couple of friends, had a glass of wine and a lasagne for one, watched Coronation Street, had a bath whilst listening to the football on the radio, and felt sorry for myself as I remembered the meal out we had a year ago in a local gastropub, the same gastropub that hosted my husband’s wake.

Just like all Baldrick’s cunning plans, mine failed miserably, but I suspect that I won’t learn, that I’ll still be trying to dodge the evil clutches of The Grief Monster who didn’t even give me a break on my birthday.

 

 

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72 Comments

Caroline Mason
Reply August 23, 2011

So glad you didn't succomb to one of those hideous outfits? x

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 23, 2011

    Caroline: There were plenty of people buying them, but I realised that they were actually seventeen year old lovelies who would look good in a black sack (not that at seventeen you appreciate that you can get away with anything).

    I do have a Slanket, another post-accident purchase JS would have raised his eyebrows at. I have a photo of me and my darling friend Big Bird posing in them the other evening (I bought her one, but strangely she keeps leaving it at my house...). If I can find a way to post the picture in the comments, I'll add a link. Confessing to nearly buying the pink thing, I am clearly beyond humiliation! PGxx

      Planet Grief
      Reply August 23, 2011

      Re Slanket photo - apparently I can't post a photo in a comment so you are spared the sight of two middle-aged women doing strange things with two blankets and a camera's self timer!

      A lucky escape!

        Marieke
        Reply August 26, 2011

        Slankets are heavenly. And I mean the original ones, not the cheap ones flooding the market these days. I bought Jane one and she said it was the best present she ever had. Who cares it is not sexy? It is warm and snug, which is much more important!

liz
Reply August 23, 2011

Me too! Appreciate the logic, but it wouldn't have made you happy I think.great writing as ever, lovely lady, thank you x

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 23, 2011

    Oh bless you Liz. Thank you! (Remember you have a champagne glass reserved!).

    Replying to Caroline's post, I'm now wondering if I had bought the fleecy one-piece, whether a Slanket and Babygro combo would have roasted me alive on the sofa! PG xx

Angela
Reply August 23, 2011

What an absolutely rotten day!! I'm sorry your Birthday was so very poingnant and littered with utter frustration P.G. It's one of the 'firsts' (Your first Birthday, His Birthday, Wedding Anniversary, Christmas) without J.S and they are horrid. I am going through all of the 'seconds', are they any better? At the moment I have to say, so far - No. But the days in between are better than the days in between were last year.

Re: The fleece suit, practical idea I agree...you will find a much nicer one than that somewhere I am sure - maybe you just have to wait for winter to draw in, then the shops might well be full of lots of different ones at a reasonable cost? x

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 23, 2011

    Angela - I've had JS's birthday, our wedding anniversary and a couple of other significant family events, but the combination of getting older (which I'm never keen on!) and JS not being around to tell me that I will always be 23 (my age when we first met) in his mind (and yes the eyesight jokes were always trotted out!), seemed hard.

    Perhaps we can compare seconds one day? You are blazing a trail for me and others.

    I've seen a lovely all in one tracksuit in Snow and Rock, but oh, the price compared to Primark! Here it is. Fine if I was ski-ing, but for watching Corrie with the dog... Hmm. PG xx

      Angela
      Reply August 24, 2011

      I understand P.G; they made us feel so very special, and to them, we were the most amazing and beautiful person in the World. I get that ((hugs)).

      Re: the tracksuit - it's lovely but Blimey!! £130??

        Planet Grief
        Reply August 24, 2011

        Angela - The tracksuit makes me warm even though I haven't bought it - just looking at the price tag gave me a hot flush! PG xx

Bettine Meney
Reply August 23, 2011

Was so good to hear someone else expressing so many of my own thoughts and feelings. Might think about a wee visit to Primark for a cosy comfort blanket!!

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 23, 2011

    Bettine! How lovely to see you here (though wish you didn't have to visit). I do hope you will post again.

    I have been to Primark before, but I don't remember it being quite such a scrum. Assistants were wheeling huge trollies of garments through the store and people were literally grabbing clothes off the pile as it was being moved. I felt exhausted just standing there. Pick your time to pick your snuggy rug! PGxx

D L
Reply August 23, 2011

Oh P G,

As if life is not tough enough, without having to worry about heating bills etc..

I have been through the first birthday without Ted, awful, just b***** awful, his is coming up next month another reminder of no card to buy or gift to choose.

Glad you did not buy the all in one, you can bet your life that whilst wearing it the doorbell would ring and you would have to answer dressed like - well - like a baby!!!

I hear Damart is the place to shop for warm undies etc.. or so my Mother tells me!!!! my heating is staying off until I can bear it no longer. How our lives have changed.

xxxxxxxx

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 23, 2011

    Damart! My mother always bought stuff from Damart and she wouldn't be much older than me when she did. I remember we kept getting free thermometers set into a plastic/fake leather (pleather?) frame with the orders. I do remembering sniggering at the men standing in the tights...

    Don't get me started on the men in the Littlewoods catalogue! PG xx

Al
Reply August 23, 2011

Hells, what can I say, well just one thing, how very dare you have a go about me and my tie-dye! Blimey woman, an all in one?? NO Hells, NO, what about a long Victorian nightdress, much more you don't you think, see web page! fluffy slippers (yeah yeah you can't throw that far!!)

I was going to email you yesterday but thought like me you wont want a reminder - I am sorry it was so f***ing awful, the only thing is and if you can, you just have to think, one down, ok, I know there's loads more to come but you know we'll drag you through kicking and screaming if ness, alright pet.
Lots of love your mate Al xxxx

    Al
    Reply August 23, 2011

    http://www.getagift.co.uk/white-lace-cotton-nightdress-eliza-sn110-368-p.asp

      Planet Grief
      Reply August 23, 2011

      Al - as I am going to become a nun, I think this would be perfect nun-style nightwear. Or do they wear hair-shirt things? PG xx

        Hat
        Reply August 24, 2011

        But do nun's wear Christian Louboutin shoes? Or covet them? Maybe that's the point at which they get the hair shirt?

        My dear pal, you are going to have to stay here with the rest of us...no convent for you I'm afraid - your wonderful person and skills are required outside the Abbey. xx

          Planet Grief
          Reply August 24, 2011

          Hat - I suspect that a nun praying to St Louboutin for a pair of his shoes is 'inappropriate'.

          Yours in silver Converse trainers. PG x

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 23, 2011

    Al (adopts stern face): Could I please point out in my defence that I did not actually buy said garment, but in a moment of madness brought on by grief and posts on Martin Lewis's Money Saving Expert forum where people are already lining their curtains with dog blankets and using the Berry Barometer (lots of 'em = cold winter) to predict the sort of cold winter that killed off dinosaurs, I panicked and almost committed a fashion faux pas. On the other hand, as I am on my own, who would know anyway, unless I fall down the stairs and am found a mere skeleton in a pink and white polka dot Babygro. I bet that fleece is so synthetic it would never rot. PG xxx

      Alison
      Reply August 24, 2011

      Hmmm you can stern face me as much as you like matey - There are no excuses unless you live somewhere like Canada or the Artic, and then there have to be other things a bit more classy! xx

        Planet Grief
        Reply August 24, 2011

        Al - I feel well and truly chastised. (Hangs head). xx

          Alison
          Reply August 24, 2011

          You make me howl Hells, you know that don't you, I cry and laugh all at the same time! xx

      Hat
      Reply August 25, 2011

      Silver Converse, Now that's more like it! Definately "appropriate"!

Colin
Reply August 23, 2011

Happy birthday for yesterday Helen and a big hug.
Buy some fleece blankets, I have Alison's beside me each evening, she also has one that has pockets for your feet.

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 23, 2011

    Thanks Colin. Pockets for feet! This is opening up a whole new world of Fleece Fun! PG x

jill
Reply August 23, 2011

So wish I could write as well as you to express what I felt reading this. Feeling awful for you and recognise that first part of the birthday xxxxxxxxxxxxx Had my son trying to be his dad for mine and organising a couple of pressies - was so sweet but so crap that he feels he has to look after me. xxx

    Angela
    Reply August 23, 2011

    That's heartbreaking Jill, but what a lovely boy you have. x

      Planet Grief
      Reply August 23, 2011

      Jill - I echo Angela's comment. What a thoughtful lad, but so upsetting at the same time.

      Thank you so much for contributing. To say I love to read the experiences of others doesn't sound quite right, but I do find getting different perspectives (such as having children and grieving) very enlightening. Yours was a lovely, touching post. PGxx

megan
Reply August 24, 2011

I do in fact have one of those all-in-ones. My mother bought the awful monstrosity several years ago. Matt threatened that I - okay, well, asked really nicely that I not ever wear it in his presence. The house is really cold in the winter here, and the first winter after he died, I put the thing on. I told him it's his own fault I'm wearing it, if he were here, I'd have no need of it. I said, out loud, wearing the thing - If you don't like it, then please come back and tell me yourself.

Damn thing. Warm, though.

    megan
    Reply August 24, 2011

    and to make it worse - it's not even a fitted all in one. It is basically a large green sack with sleeves and then, at the very bottom, two holes for your feet to go through, and a zipper up the front.

      Planet Grief
      Reply August 24, 2011

      Megan - you see up until one point in your post I was nodding rather smugly thinking that I made the right decision, and then you went and said: Warm, though and I was hooked back in!

      Am I reading your post correctly that it doesn't have any legs? I'm sorry to laugh at your wardrobe (mine was lovely but none of it now fits and even if it did, I'm not dog-walking in a DVF wrap dress so I am wearing some odd combinations until I put some weight back on) but the image you conjure up of a zipped sleeved sack is very funny. Don't your legs get chilly? PG xx

        megan
        Reply August 27, 2011

        oh no, no chilly legs: the entire thing is one big sack with arms ~ sleeves, but no delineated legs. As if you were wearing a fleecy, long sleeved, thick nightgown with the bottom hem stitched closed, then foot holes cut in and elasticized. It's awful. And warm. Unlike a blanket, it will not shift off of you and allow in drafts.

Meren
Reply August 24, 2011

I recommend a pair of flannelette PJs, Andy hated them but I was so cold when he was in hospital I bought myself some. I told him I would throw them out when he came home; he didn't and I didn't. I now have several pairs and I wear them with my fleece dressing gown and my ugh boots. Not a pretty sight but I am warm!

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 24, 2011

    Flannelette PJs sound good - I was watching wallpaper TV the other day - QVC - and they had some flannelette sheets and I thought, ooh, cosy. And I'm with you on Uggs. I love mine.

    I think for me it's not just about feeling warm, but also about feeling nurtured if that makes sense. Lovely to see you pop up Meren, as I'm wide awake and it's almost 1:20am! love PG the insomniac. xx

Julia Cho
Reply August 24, 2011

i get all of this. thank you for telling, what i know was actually quite sad and miserable- with such humor so we can all laugh. picturing you beating the tree- love it.

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 24, 2011

    Lovely Julia - I just hope that if I come across the flasher that I can beat him as hard as I beat that tree! So much of our life feels bizarre, doesn't it? xxxx

Gaynor
Reply August 24, 2011

What a star you are Helen, your posts are a constant source of joy to my horrid life behind the desk. My birthday is looming in just over 2 weeks and I have decided to run away to my friend's very cold house where thermal underwear and 'passion killer nightwear' is welcomed in all seasons. Thank you for sharing xx

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 24, 2011

    Gaynor thank you so much for this supportive comment. It came at just the right time, as in amongst all the normal rubbish, I feel a bit taken aback that (along with others) I'm no longer allowed to post on Merry Widow that there is a new PG post. Not sure how newbies will find us, but I shan't be deterred! My feeling is we should all support each other and rise above petty jealousies. Grrr.

    But this was supposed to be about nightwear. Please report back how your birthday went and what you wore in bed! Love and thanks. xxxx

      D L
      Reply August 24, 2011

      Kate's post about blogs, certainly felt like a slap on the wrist !!!

      Emma
      Reply August 24, 2011

      The new people will find PG as we who aren't banned can let them know....
      All for one... xx

        Gaynor
        Reply August 24, 2011

        Ooooh, I need a 'like' button for this! Great idea Emma - nothing like a bit of sabotage!

          Alison
          Reply August 24, 2011

          Careful we don't bring out the 'Anons for this' I and a couple of others have been on the receiving end of their combined rath. This as usual boils down to one thing, a wasteful emotion but I won't say it publicly! xx

          Now then nighties.......... where were we!!! xxxxx

Gaynor
Reply August 24, 2011

It does seem a little odd that MW would stop you from posting when you (and others) are such an enormous help to people like me. I have found your blog (and others) to be a safe 'haven' - I'm a complete technophobe and certainly don't have your creativity so setting up my own blog isn't an option for me. It's comforting to be able to take this awful journey with someone - even if it's only through the internet. Although you and I are completely different, we are around the same age and seem to have the same wicked sense of humour! However, as you said, this is about nightwear and I already have my navy blue, thermal ankle length nightshirt at the ready! xx

    Angela
    Reply August 24, 2011

    I pop over and take a look at M.W's every couple of days and have just seen the message. It's a shame because the blogs are brilliant. They put faces to names you read about. The observations of life along this terrible road intertwined with humour and being able to relate to other's experiences and emotions makes a blog so much meatier than the odd post on a forum.

    I hope the decision will be reversed, because blogs like this one are so valuable.

      Planet Grief
      Reply August 24, 2011

      Thank you all for your supportive comments about the blog, and the fact that some of you have posted on MW. I really appreciate it. I'm biding my time before (and if) I post over there, but you can be certain of one thing - I'm going to be blogging about it next week! PG

        D L
        Reply August 24, 2011

        Good for you !!!

          Planet Grief
          Reply August 24, 2011

          And I've already found a great photo to accompany the post...

          Hat
          Reply August 24, 2011

          Double good for you. xx

shelley whitehead
Reply August 24, 2011

What an awesome woman you are Helen. You have me laughing out loud one minute, and wanting to throw my arms around you the next. I celebrate you, your new age and your gutsiness! (I wonder what the Grammar Gestapo would say about that last word).

Love and more love to you ....... I AM ALWAYS, ALWAYS here for you, through every milestone, fallen tree, sunny and most appropriately, grey day.

Shelley xxx

    Hat
    Reply August 24, 2011

    It's just me then sleeping in the "undercover cop" T shirt? Thought so! xxx

      Hat
      Reply August 24, 2011

      Oops, comment went in the wrong place...my apologies. xx

        Planet Grief
        Reply August 24, 2011

        Hat - it went in an unexpected place because you are undercover! x

          Hat
          Reply August 24, 2011

          Oh I love that comment so much Helen....of course... I'm undercover, that's why I wear the T shirt so that everyone will know! xx

Sue G
Reply August 24, 2011

Bless you PG, what a rotten day, but at least another milestone crossed over.
I have both my anniversary and birthday two days apart (31st anniversary and 51st birthday) next month, so I'm going to feel like I have been thrown to the lions.
For years our presents to each other would consist of "fence panels, or new carpet" etc, just stuff we needed for the house, then just as we reach the stage where we can actually start to buy real, thoughtful presents, whoosh, Mr G. Reaper esq has to butt in and put a stop to it all, the bastard!!!!!
So yay, happy birthday to you and happy birthday to me...NOT.

Thinking of you.
XXXX

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 24, 2011

    Sue G - Last year I got wellies for my birthday. Nice wellies, but wellies...

    I wonder if when widowed we could become like the Queen and have two birthdays - an official one and a birth one? I know it would mean two dates, but books keep advising us to create new routines and patterns!

    Can you share your birthday date with us? Nee bother if you don't want to. xxx

Hat
Reply August 24, 2011

I am just hoping that today is a little easier on you PG, although I totally understand why it might not be so. Just so glad that yesterday is down for you. It will be my birthday over the next few months...am so dreading it also. I never did like my birthday before I met my husband, always kept it low key but he was so kind and he made a celebration of it and I felt so cherished...I miss him so much.

And I do hope that the MW decision can be resolved, I can't see for one moment what is inappropriate about people blogging about their grief.

Anyway, back to those sleepsuits.................anyone found one with bunny ears and mittens yet?

Love Hat

    Alison
    Reply August 24, 2011

    My Mam knitted me one of those Hat, well technically it was a play suit, if I can find it i'll send it to you! Oh I have to add I was only about 3 xx

      Hat
      Reply August 24, 2011

      And I bet you looked a picture in it...did you have fluffy feet? Ducking...x

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 24, 2011

    Sleepsuits with bunny ears and mittens - now that IS what I call inappropriate. xxx

    Emma
    Reply August 24, 2011

    lol Hat you can buy one here....even comes with a tail....!
    http://www.the-all-in-one-company.co.uk/

      Planet Grief
      Reply August 24, 2011

      Right that's it - That site has finally cracked me. I'm going to have to have a lie down (before buying a sleepsuit with ears...??)

        Linz
        Reply August 24, 2011

        Sorry to hear that your birthday threw you so many challenges yesterday. Although I don't suppose it was ever going to be easy. A big hug from me if it helps. xOx
        Regarding sleeping garments - I had not realised that there was such a large selection out there! Do you think the postman can point out which houses have widows living inside just by the strange clothes they wear when they answer the door for a parcel? James actually bought me a big fluffy dressing gown for Christmas last year. I had never found the need for one in my life up to then, do you think he knew what was going to happen and he was doing his best to provide for me? It does not have ears or feet though.. x

          Planet Grief
          Reply August 24, 2011

          Linz-style hugs do help. Thank you.

          I am sure that postman have a good ol' snigger back at the sorting office about Mrs L at number 2 or whoever. Of course perhaps the really dodgy stuff comes in plain brown paper packets (tied up with string? - sorry, went off on one, not that I am suggesting anyone in The Sound of Music received dodgy things) x

      Hat
      Reply August 24, 2011

      Emma... lol back. Marvellous!

      PG...how about the one with the dragon tail!

Sue ab
Reply August 24, 2011

Been away for a few days and had no idea there had been a hoo ha on MW. Haven't looked yet but they seem to crop up every so often and then fade away. Hope you're not banned as this is a fine place to read thoughtful and supportive stuff, not to mention a the odd chuckle and now helpful wardrobe tips .
I had no idea these big babygros existed (do you remember Billy Connolly and the Big Slipper?) but here are my winter tips.
1. Hot water bottle in cover that sits on sofa with you alongside Hound or other pet of your choosing.
2. Block gaps in floorboards and buy lined curtains (if, like me, you can't afford double glazing.)
3. Don't dust. This is just my theory and has not been officially corroborated but I suspect that a layer of fine dust and pet hair acts as natural insulation.

Sorry your b.day was shite but at least it's over and done with. I think the firsts are all the hardest, though there is something a little galling in the realisation that it's all got to be done again..and again.
However, you do not walk alone.
Chin up hinny,
Sue xxx

    Planet Grief
    Reply August 24, 2011

    Hiya Sue pet.

    Not personally banned, just blog posts. I think some MW have been complaining behind the scenes as it were.

    Almost wish you hadn't reminded me of Billy Connolly!

    Love your Household Tip number 3. Perfect! This further underlines why I don't dust the bookshelves of which we have many. Not only do the books act as insulation, but the dust does too.

    I'm gannin doon the kitchen now. xxx

ChrisJ
Reply August 25, 2011

Whenever I see a fallen tree, I think "Can I get it home". And not for the wooden conversations. Therapy and warmth are involved together with an axe. Plus the primitive satisfaction of chopping wood for a fire.
Like Hat, I wondered whether that suit came with bunny ears. Or perhaps a parachute. I dare not ask about the practicalities of such an ensemble but I can advise that one piece suits can be troublesome especially in lycra which is far cooler and probably not suitable for your purpose.

On principle, I would be obliged to report the bus driver. It's supposed to be his job to collect passengers nevermind what should be a normal human courtesy to help. I just don't understand this world where some people require rules, regulations and instructions to do the decent and obvious things that they are actually paid to do in many instances. Can't remember last time I used a bus though. Park and Ride does that count?

Still in shorts.

Helen Wright
Reply August 25, 2011

PG

Your words are amusing, truthful and ultimately sad.
I've not succumbed to the baby grow, as yet however a hot water bottle, thick socks (cashmere!!!) fleechy pjs and slippers have been my substitute. Not great but a fact of life.
I've had a shitty week, bereavement counselling does have its negatives i.e me having facing up to the truth! So as a distraction bought several books to take me away from it all. Not a good idea, in one the main charactor dies, god help me. soooo many tissues.
Came back to your site, what a blessing, and found all hell had let loose on mw.
I will continue to read, dont need a reminder, pop in every few days to see you lastest blogg. Much love HJ XXX

Sue G
Reply August 25, 2011

Hi PG, glad I can write here as I have been sent to the naughty corner "elsewhere" for making a suggestion!!!!

Anniversary is 13th Sept (well it was lucky for us anyway) and birthday 15th.
I really like the idea of an all-in-one sleepsuit, especially as, like you, there will be no heating going on until snow settles on the ground lol, but as Marc was fond of quoting "they probably don't do them in you fat bastard size".
Big hugs, you have a lot of support here.
XXX

    ChrisJ
    Reply August 27, 2011

    Sue, sending you mucho support. No doubt I shall be joining you in the naughty corner. As you were posting yours I was posting mine on MW. And, this morning, as Britney would say: "Whoops I did it again". Tried to sit on my hands in the face of appalling ignorance from people who paraded their ignorance in their headline subject and somehow linked it to the shrine of St Kate.
    Posting this here since the "reply" option is not available on Blog Off. Probably a good thing in my case because I can be quite bitchy in the face of injustice and ignorance. Although not in an angry way; I am more methodical and subtle - at least in my own head.
    Happy thoughts to PG.

Liz
Reply August 26, 2011

Ladies (and gents), you are usually full of wise, funny, poignant words, but seriously...NO! Don't go there!
I feel I really must rise above my own grief sodden existence and try to save you all from any chance of purchasing and wearing said all in one fleecy thing.
It really must not be considered. It is very very wrong.
Flannel PJ's are cute (am thinking Cameron Diaz in The Holiday), baby grows are just...wrong.
Seriously!
Love to you all xx