Another Week in the Life of…

Posted by: ann on: 18 May 2008

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Believe it or not, I actually posted something else today, but I was accused of cheating by someone who calls themselves a friend, because the post was mostly made up of youtube videos, none of which I could claim as my own. Also after reading two lines of it and yawn yawn yawning away, I was told most vociferously, well quite nicely actually, that it was boring, so I pulled the plug. The videos in question were:

1) the trailer to SATC because I am sooooooo looking forward to the movie and I loved watching the girls on the red carpet in Leicester Square for it’s premier here in London and I saw SJ-P interview brilliantly on the Jonathan Ross show

2) Some funnies of a great detective/forensic show called NCIS, that I’m thoroughly enjoying and wanted to share with you

3) Bobby Goren smiling lots and lots… it’s so heartwarming and I so love him when he’s happy and smiling and laughing and in a great mood… yeah yeah, I love him whatever

4) A Simpsons spoof of lo:ci

5) A repeat of the I’m F***ing Ben Affleck that many couldn’t view in my last post

Actually, I have to agree with my friend, the post wasn’t up to much and as much as it hurts and I hate to admit it, you were right and I know you always think you are 😉

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Still, on to the usual goings on in my life as briefly as possible. I am thrilled to report that my bro is making a wonderful recovery. It is still early days and it is a slow process, but his progress is great. I shall go see him again manana.

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My children are driving me loopy (what else is news)? Last weekend was wonderful. I stayed with Jamie and Lucy and had Shabbat dinner with them and the family and then Saturday lunch we walked to Rachel’s via the bridal gown shop for her first fitting. It was a lovely day, but there wasn’t much to see as it was just the calico of the bodice. Today she had a fitting with the skirt attached, but I won’t go again until it’s made from the actual fabric… white silk taffeta.

I haven’t done a thing about choosing ‘the dress‘ pour moi… still haven’t done anything about losing weight either!!!! All my good intentions and resolve are so easily broken. I am weak… bad bad me!

Then… I met again with the engaged ones to choose invitations on Monday, or was it Tuesday? They still haven’t decided; they have to by tomorrow as the invitation guy kindly left all his books with them and they must be returned by Monday. I must have had at least ten calls on the subject today and assorted pictures texted to my phone. I’ve already told them they can have what they want; I cannot believe how indecisive they are over an invitation that gets thrown in the wpb after the event, but I do know that once they decide it will be something elegant and tasteful, which is why I don’t mind what they choose.

Tomorrow we are going to sort out the big bridesmaid’s dresses… without the big bridesmaids. There are two of them, all three have been friends since… birth, oh and there’s four little ones whose dresses haven’t been sorted yet either and we can’t leave out Boaz. The three big girls have been out once and moreorless decided on the design, but Rachel wants my input on colour. The girls cannot join us and they do have pretty good excuses. One delivered a nine pound one ounce (ouch) bouncing baby boy yesterday by emergency C-section and the other, who also works with Rachel at Goldmanns, is on her way to Singapore for weeks and weeks and weeks on business. Just hope they’ll both be around nearer the date and their dresses will fit!

The next thing is that Jamie and Lucy are moving again, soon, although contracts are not yet exchanged… so in between the invitation calls, were the calls about appliances, i.e. Bosch over Neff, or Electrolux over whatever, and should they have a washer/dryer or two machines and separate fridge and freezer or combined or… blah blah blah. The date they should be moving is the date I get back from Israel. Oh, did I mention I’m going away again?

Still I did have a lovely evening courtesy of my solicitors. They’ve done this before, but this time I was a little cheeky and asked for three invites and took Rachel and Lucy along. It was a pampering event at Aveda in Covent Garden… luvverly. The only thing I didn’t manage to do was have the professional hair consultation, but since I love my hairdresser I wasn’t too miffed at that. There were scrumptious nibbles and bubbly booze and we had a mini manicure which I was pleased about. I’d only had one on Monday, but didn’t like the colour, so that was great… then a hand massage… then a back, neck and shoulder rub and finally a mini makeup session… then I went home all dolled up to take it all off.

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People seem to be abandoning me… well my gardener and my cleaning lady. In desperation and probably out of embarrassment that her neighbour’s garden looked so neglected, my dear neighbour, she being the mother of the ‘balls in my garden’ little boy, found someone for me. He came… he shook his head over and over and jojo, he charged me £35 to start and it will be £35 every visit irrespective of how long he works. He was with me only an hour and a half on Friday and he doesn’t remove the rubbish… hmmmm. In the meantime I have a new lady starting on Monday who, apparently, doesn’t speak English… should be fun! To be fair my previous lady was lovely and I knew she was far too smart to be ‘doing’ for me and I’m really happy she’s found something better for herself.

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There’s a site called Three Word Wednesday which suggests three word prompts for writers. I have three words I would like to suggest.

Vincent – Stroke – Pussy

Isn’t he gorgeous? Don’t you just want to stroke this little itty bitty kitty pussy cat… let me introduce you to Vincent. No, he’s not mine, but I wish he was. His mummy and daddy are Diane and Brian and his name really is Vincent and they are clearly besotted with him, even though the daddy protests he’s not. I’m sure this adorable Vincent has many characteristics in common with his namesake… like playful and pretty and purrrrrrrfect and I can’t wait to get my hands on him and lovingly stroke him, oh and the cat!

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I know it’s been some time but something, or rather someone, in fact more than one someone (thank you my someone and Bon Jovi); it was a combination of all three, prompted me to pen a poem…

Live for the Moment

a quiet night at home
alone
not a sad one
just got off the phone
laughing with him
happy to be staying in
listening
to my favourite band
slowing drifting
to their sound
ears pricking at
‘hello again it’s you and me’
‘killing time’
‘like it used to be’
but time with him
is rare and spare
and few and far between
we fully live each precious minute
not killing it
stealing a piece of time
whenever we can find
nowhere else to be
but making our own memory

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