That Didn't Take Long

Well he has been home since Thursday and my head is done in! Only another 5 weeks 3 days to go!

I love him with all my heart but boy can he be annoying and absence certainly dulls the memory. I forgot how irritated I get when he sits on the sofa (its a squishy little number that looks fab as long as you don't sit on it) and it hasn't been sat on much for a couple of months now. I forgot how he needs to have three TVs on (one in the living room, kitchen and bedroom on at the same time) - and we will not even go on about the size of his ....... carbon footprint - oh no.

And I have just looked out of the window and its snowing - do I go to the Gym or do I go to M & S - what sane girl would want to take her clothes off this weather if it were not to try on that delicious little baby in Coast....decisions decisions.

Well at least my tea is going to be cooked for me tonight. The current Mr P is a dab hand in the kitchen, he is the best husband I have had (I have only had one other) and his Yorkshires are huge x

Missing Mr P

Now I am officially going on record to say that I am now missing Mr P. He has been away for 8 weeks today - how time flies when you are having fun! Now I am bored. Now I have two light bulbs that need replacing in the kitchen (the awkward kind), the car is dirty, the dog is needing walked and I am fed up.

I am on hot pins as we were supposed to have flight details today - nothing.

I have to get my timing right - the hair needs doing, the legs yet again need waxed, the eyebrows need a quick trim and do I get a fake tan? Thats the biggy - do I risk booking one for Saturday with the hope he may be home on Sunday/Monday or do I run the risk of getting the timing completely wrong and have the aroma of rotten eggs wafting around me on the night he comes home, not to mention the excess tan coming off on the bed sheds - the girlies out there know what I mean about the egg smell, I don't know what it is with spray tans but they stink.

The bed will also to have to be changed (possibly twice) as if the spray tan goes ahead then it will resemble the Turin Shroud xxx

PS Unfortunately Mr P doesn't look like the above x

Am In Need of Some Serious Help

I am now deliberately leaving my purse behind when I go to the Gym at lunchtime (be impressed with the "Gym" bit) - why? - the Sales are still on - well to be precise all the dross and crap that no one wants and most of the stuff from the summer sales that didn't sell - all marked down to 70% - bargains - or are they??

This week has seen me going into TK Maxx for a new "gym" top and coming out with one black top, one purple hoodie and a black jacket with a white flower on it - WHY??

Going into New Look and buying two jumpers (identical except in colour) for £3.00 each because they were £3.00 each - WHY??

Searching in Jigsaw for that elusive bargain just because its the Jigsaw Sale and coming away with a straw bag (which actually was a bargain from £60 to £19) - WHY??

And then .........the finale ......... going into All Saints yesterday on my way back from the Gym (of course no purse) seeing an absolute snip of a "cardigan" reduced from £75 to £21 which I just "needed" (not caring that it was last summers stock) rushing back to get my purse rushing back to buy it and then ..........and then.......... (drum roll) having to justify to a 19 year old drop dead gorgeous sales assistant (the type you get in All Saints) who had to point out that the "bargain" had a hole in it! What did I do? I told him to stop pocking his finger in it as it would make the hole bigger and that I still wanted it!

Crazy or what.

I then decided that I would sew the hole. It didn't work. I then decided that I would put clear nail varnish on it to stop the hole from becoming cavenous. It didn't work.

Pixie has an addiction x

TO HOVER OR NOT?

As a child, Granma Pixie always but always made me hover over "unknown" toilet seats. Her mantra was "pixie child do not sit on a public lavatory seat" and I never did and never will. This has resulted in a by product of extraordinary strong thighs for which I will be eternally grateful - I could crack nuts with them if I wished - I don't but if I ever needed a party trick I have one up my sleeve (or leg actually).

The scene is set.

To my absolute horror I received a text from a pixie pal who was "sale shopping" the same time as me. I know that her Mother had instilled the same code of conduct when having a "wee" outside so whilst we were liaising by text on how long the Q was in Fenwicks, Monsoon, Next, M & S and other ports of call she quietly dropped a bomb shell.

So knackered was she with standing waiting to get into changing rooms etc etc that when she needed to go for a wee she ACTUALLY SAT ON THE SEAT - now the only redeeming factor in this was that she used half a roll of toilet paper to cover offending bit of black plastic.

WHY?

Surely it would have been easier to go for a cup of tea????

I rest my case. Jo darling this one is for you x

Do you Believe in Angels?

Throughout my years this little Pixie has seen some unexplained things.

I have witnessed Granma Pixie place a finger over a glass (not on it) and for the glass to whiz off and break (this was her attempt at speaking to her dead Father - no wonder I am odd).

I have seen automatic handwriting that was in the hand of a recently departed Aunty, I have turned to talk to someone who I thought was behind me and no one was there. I have a gentleman in "visitation" in Pixie Palace - thankfully not seen by me but by Cousin Pixie who is a Deputy Headmaster - not that should recommend him for anything ~ and of course how can we forget boy child of Pixie who all through his childhood would say that he saw things and I as a caring Mother decided he was paranoid (or had been smoking something illegal).

With all that in place I am still a little unsure as to whether to believe in all "that stuff" ~ there is a part of me that wants to. The result being not only am I addicted to Deal or No Deal I now have an addiction to Most Haunted. Good job Mr Pixie is sailing the Seven Seas as he would have a dicky fit.

I don't know why I do it to myself but I was seized by terror in my lovely squishy brown leather chair (just thought I would set the scene) last night when the "team" of Most Haunted were visiting some prison in the States and Carl (Yvette's husband) attacked Stu (Yvettes cousin) - as he morphed into some deranged dead ex prisoner - also how sad that I know all the relationships!

I digress - what I started to blog about was white feathers and its sort of got lost somewhere. For a while now white feathers (curly ones) have been appearing in the oddest of places and "they" say this is a visit from an Angel......mmmm........do you believe in Angels??

WOW

Pixie is back with more trials than tribulations! Happy New Year everyone and I hope to read all about it in the coming months.

Well - where do I start? Perhaps with the gorgeous chocolates from Marks and Spencer - thats a good a starting point as any. Four very plump gorgeously wrapped confections, crinkly wrapping paper in shimmering tones of chocolate - to die for. And what were they really? Oh dear me only bloody bath salts wrapped up to look like sodding chocolate - I ask you! What happened to the square Lily of the Valley bath cubes that you used to get ? - you knew where you were then!

And thats not all - after unwrapping and plonking in a swirling bath of steamy hot water - what happened - nothing! I gently stepped in and had a look, maybe these were faulty - maybe they were chocolates after all? No no - what had M & S done - they had only double wrapped the sodding things with cling film - cling film ?? why???

So visualise please a naked Pixie trying to luxuriate in a hot steamy bath with bubbles and the aroma of chocolate - the reality is - a naked Pixie trying to open the bath cubes (balls) with her teeth thereby managing to eat some of the disgusting concoction and once these balls were free of their wrappings - what happened? - well I was engulfed in cow manure - brown - smelly - disgusting cow manure (I exaggerate slightly) but if that was supposed to be a chocolate smelling treat - well need I say more.

For all of you who have been following the tale of the Tattoo - the girl child had it done and it was the quietest she had been in her life. I will try and take a picture of it and post it but its still a tad scabby - it looks good though.

Mr Pixie was in the bad books for awhile (amazing that - seeing he is on the other side of the world) but he has redeemed himself.

I of course got the usual presents - the best ones being the ones I actually bought for myself.

So I think thats it for now - I have also developed an addiction for Deal or No Deal and that is very worrying (?)

Hope everyone is ok.

Pixie