Well.............I am obviously sat here at the computer. I have just done the fire as we have had no coal over the weekend. Had electric fire on in the middle room. Costs a fortune, but what the hell; we never pay the bills anyway. Bonus!

I am off to work this afternoon. CHild number 3 is of school today 'poorly' and is chewing the life out of child number 5. Nice! Just what is needed in this house of such calm and tranquility, not!

I have burnt my hands on the fire when I was putting the coal in. Tha plastic from the bag melted and stuck to both my hands. I have 'burns creamed' them up though so they are feeling ok at the moment.

I have 4 more weeks at work before Christmas. I missed work at the begining of last week, well I missed life really with the Vodka thing and everything. Never ever again! I went out on Saturday night and drank coke. Well done me. I still had a good laugh. Good company certainly helps!

While we were out we heard that one of the characters in our old local had died. He was called 'H' (Harold) and was part of the furniture. We were in the pub on the Monday and one of the kids sat in his chair at the bar for what must have been a few seconds. We didn't notice that he wasn't there. Sometimes he isn't. He only goes in at certain times every day. i said 'ooh, you can't sit there. H will go mad'. Hade a bit of a joke about it. Then we heard he died on the Tuesday, the next day. His funeral is today. It will be wierd not seeing him anymore. We always stand and chat and he comments on how wonderful we are as a family. He was 81. Miss you mate!

Well, Christmas is a coming and the goose is getting fat! I love Christmas. It is all about the kids. Although I have a two week block booking for nativities, concerts and carol services. I am an expert now. I know all the words and everything. Child number 2 is in the choir. He is a fabulous singer though, really good. He has a natural talent for it even though I say so myself! He has all the music for all the concerts on CD which the teacher burned for him. If I hear 'The Christian Rap' though one more time, I may well wrap the CD round his ........... or maybe not! Christmas cheer and all that! It was all silent night and little donkey when I was at school. Although is there a song ever written that is worse than little donkey. I think not! Torture.

Silent night gets me every time. My eyes start to leak and my heart tries to escape my chest. My mother died on Christmas Eve when I was 12 and although I now accept that everything happens for a reason in order for us to become the people we need to be, to live our lives and grow to help ourselves and others, it was a bit of a fucking pisser! I used to hate Christmas, but now we have the kids it is a wonderful time. My dad is still very bitter, but that is because she apparently had an affair before we were all born and he 'shouldn't have even married the caniving (can't spell it) woman'. WHat is the point in being bitter about anything. It only eats you from the inside out. (Should have I have written that bit about my dad? I won't delete it coz it is the truth).

My second Christmas after my mother died was spent in a kids home for unruly bastards (only joking, about the bastards bit). Residential care is a wierd experience. My dad couldn't control me he said. He also told me I killed my mother and that he hated me and I wasn't his daughter. (Should I have written that bit) I am not bothered about it all now. That is why I can talk so freely about it all. (Freely, it has taken me 4 months to write anything on here). SHe died of manengitis by the way. Selfish bitch, only joking...God! Ha ha. I am only joking!!!! Blacksheep, you get my sense of humour, I hope.

I lived on the streets for a while after that and then in people's garages and on floors before eventually going into a foster home. They were amazing. CHanged my life around. Left there and went to another foster home, absolute psycho's by the way. Then got a house of my very very own at 15 and a 1/4. Oh, how wonderful social services are. Sorry, I was politically incorrect then, Childhood services. I have got pins and needles now in both feet. I think I need to go for a stroll around the kitchen.

Anyway, that is my update about nothing in particular. My arse is now numb too. I really need to move but can't be arsed! Ha ha, get the pun?

What is Orange and sounds like a parrot........
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A CARROT!