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Forces are conspiring against me…

Although we’ve been up to some fun things, lack of time and lack of eloquence (“mummy brain” has robbed me of my words)  have stopped me from writing for weeks again.

In a bid to keep in touch with my blog, I’ve created new Twitter (@onefamandavan)  and Instagram (onefamandacampervan) accounts, and I’ve added a neat little Twitter widget to my menu bar (just over to your right there).

At this moment I have yet to tweet a tweet (twoot a tweet?) or post a picture to Instagram, but then again, I’ve not done anything very interesting since opening the accounts. Hopefully over the next few weeks I’ll not only find things to fill my Twitter feed with, but I’ll also find time to expand on those things in my blog*…


 

* This blog post took three days to write and was finished off to a cacophony of George’s screams (Luke was cuddling him but all he wanted was to shriek) so I’m having a few doubts about how much chance I’ll get to do anything other than be a butler to a moody, teething infant.

 
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Posted by on March 13, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Into The Woods…

Due to aches and pains and general exhaustion (and laziness) I’ve not been moving as much as usual, and my waistline has started to expand suffer…more about that in another post.

To begin to remedy this lack of movement I decided to take Fletch a bit further afield for our walk a few Tuesdays ago. Nothing too exotic of course…we went to the park.

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Normally I hate taking him to our local park. It’s endless paths through endless fields with endless amounts of dogs careening about off their leads. Fletch has to stay firmly on the end of his lead as he refuses to listen to me when other dogs are around, preferring to charge around like a maniac, bowling them over, treading on their heads and usually getting snapped at for his trouble.

So on the lead he stays…and I get pulled and dragged, and I get treated to a bevvy of judgemental stares from the owners who let their dogs run free. I usually want to yell “HE’S NOT DANGEROUS! JUST STUPID!” at those people.

Sometimes I do.

Tuesday was just too beautiful though, and I was just too desperate to get my fat self moving. There was an ominous black cloud hanging on the horizon so I didn’t want to go too far, and I’d remembered the beautiful strip of woodland that runs down the side of the park. I’d hoped that it’d be more pleasant than the park itself, and a bit quieter too. I was right. We didn’t see a single dog during the 45 minutes we were in the woods…a sharp contrast to the fifteen dogs that Fletch tried to stamp on play with in the 10 minutes we spent in the park itself. It was shadey wodded bliss.

For the most part the sun shone down through the trees. We saw a dragonfly and a buzzard, magpies chasing each other through the treetops, and legions of pigeons.

heard a woodpecker and some bumblebees, but we didn’t see fur nor feather of either.

We had a lovely time. It was even lovely when it rained. It was that weird kind of rain where the sun keeps shining and the dark cloud seems miles away, but the drops are falling on you anyway. The trees are all still bare and skeletal but they did a pretty good job of keeping us protected from the shower.

...beautiful clouds...

…beautiful clouds…

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…traversing the park pathways…

 

...more beautiful clouds...

…more beautiful clouds…

...slightly ominous clouds...

…slightly ominous clouds…

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…into the woods…

 

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…listening to dogs in faraway fields…

 

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…smiling dog…

 

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…this will be a beautiful bank of bluebells in a few months…

 

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…pond!…

 

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…back in the park, under the clouds…

 

...the hedgerows were filling in nicely with teeny green buds...

…the hedgerows were filling in nicely with teeny green buds…

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…and back into the woods!…

 

...blue skies after the rain...

…blue skies after the rain…

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…and back to the car…

 

It felt great to be out and exercising and even though I was still in pain I could have walked for hours…but I’d forgotten to take a drink for either of us. Fletch is happy to drink from puddles but I am not, so after almost an hour we wound our way back down through the woods and to the car.

 

 
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Posted by on April 14, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

First BBQ of the Year…

Sunday (yesterday) started out well, but by the afternoon the sky was pretty grey and the wind was pretty windy. It was too late by then though as we’d already decided to haul the barbecue out of its winter rest and Luke would “NOT BE STOPPED BY THE ELEMENTS!”

…he did not lie…

As always, he did an admirable job of cooking chicken kebabs, Chinese-spiced pork, minted lamb steaks, jerk chicken and sausages. He also made veggie rice and a salad while I messed around uploading pictures and drafting out blog posts.

I was worried the coals would be cool by the time we finished eating so we started our meal by toasting some marshmallows. Life is uncertain. Have dessert first!…

...starter...

…starter…

...husband looming behind my marshmallows...

…husband looming behind my marshmallows…

...husband looming behind my marshmallows...again...

…husband looming behind my marshmallows…again…

....silly Stephie...

….this is how you check to see if they’re too hot…

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...even the dog got a little bit...

…even the dog got a little bit…

...oooh is niiiice...

…oooh is niiiice…

…and then…there was meat…(and alcohol free beer for me)…

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…and then…

MORE MARSHMALLOWS!!!!!

...toasty toasty (once we'd poked the coals about a bit)...

…toasty toasty (once we’d poked the coals about a bit)…

...chamallow man...

…chamallow man…

...fat preggers lady in mass sugar eating scandal...

…fat preggers lady in mass sugar eating scandal…(marshmallow all over my chin *sigh*)…

…a fabulous time was had by all!

 

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

I’m Doing This For My Health…No Really…

After my last post about being exhausted ALL THE TIME my friend Enola advised that I try some Iron, B12 and vitamin D supplements to combat the tiredness and the bad taste in my mouth.

Following her advice I went to Holland and Barrett and bought these….

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…and I’ve been *trying* to take them regularly ever since. I’m not excelling at this.

To start with, the Floradix – as well as being amusingly named – reminds me of rotten fruit, with a lingering coppery after-taste. Mmmm…blood. It makes me 100% unkeen to take it. You also have to take it 30 minutes before food, and I often don’t remember it until after I’ve eaten. When I eventually do remember it, I usually think “Oh what a SHAME!” and carry on neglecting to have any.

The DLUX is a different story altogether. It’s a handy, easy-to-use spray (it goes under your tongue) and it tastes really pleasantly of peppermint oil…but you have to remember to have five sprays of it during the course of the day. I’m good at remembering it while I’m at work, but rubbish once I’m home/on my days off. It’s Sunday now and the last time I took it was at about 4.30pm on Friday afternoon…well done me.

Despite all that, I AM feeling a bit better, so thank you to Enola for the good advice, and thank you to the vitamins for giving back a little of what my Mini is soaking up! I’m still really tired, but it’s more of a ‘I’m not sleeping’ tiredness than a ‘my body feels like a dead stone that I’m dragging around all day long’ exhaustion.

Huzzah!

 

 
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Posted by on April 12, 2015 in Uncategorized

 

Pregnancy…A Whole New Adventure…

I was already five weeks pregnant by the time we found out we were having a baby.

I’ve always been one of those women who – even when I was on the pill – had monthly “I’m pregnant!” panics, doing pregnancy tests when I really didn’t need to. Coming off the pill before we got married obviously intensified this feeling, and soon I was only buying tests from Poundland, lest I bankrupt us with my obsessive purchase of Clearblue tests. I’d actually started to believe that maybe I couldn’t have children when the tests were still negative over a year after I took my last pill.

Not that we were trying, of course…we just weren’t not trying. And I was ridiculously broody. RIDICULOUSLY.

The silly thing is that when I actually did fall pregnant before Christmas I ignored all the signs, failed to notice I’d missed my period, and shushed everyone who joked about possible pregnancy.

For a few days before Christmas itself I started to get terrible back and stomach pain (wailing to Luke that I was dying) and I started sleeping pretty much all the time. To Luke’s amusement I eschewed sweets and puddings, and ate an inordinate amount of cheese, which I put down to “shut up I’m not pregnant”.

I went back to work on the first Saturday of the New Year (after quite a few sick days where I lay in bed sleeping ALL THE TIME) and it was only then that I realised I might have missed my period and that I should probably do one of those tests that I’m so keen on doing. I popped off to Poundland on my break and, utterly convinced it would be negative, I did it in the toilet at work.

I can’t really emphasise this enough, but NEVER DO PREGNANCY TESTS AT WORK!…especially if you really think you might be pregnant.

I have done these tests a million times before and although they tell you to wait 5 minutes to read it, the control line usually appears pretty quickly. In the past I’ve always stared at the positive/negative window willing a line to appear in there too but, in my experience, once the control has appeared you’ve pretty much got your answer. Now these tests are RUBBISH and the lines are pretty weak, but there it was.

...the very first (very pale) test...

…the very first (very pale) test…

Positive. Maybe.

And then I started to freak out in a quiet and controlled way.

“Oh” said my brain. “OH!”

…and then I spent the next two hours in a state of shock. I wanted to call Luke but I didn’t want to tell him over the phone. I ran to my locker sporadically, starting text messages to my best friends and deleting them again. I had to tell Luke first. In the end I rang my mom…

Mom: Are you okay?
Me: No…
Mom: What’s the matter?
Me: I can’t tell you. I have to tell Luke first.
Mom: Oh?…OH! Oh…
Me: Yes, that’s what I said. Okay then. Bye.

…and then I stood in a shocked daze for a little bit longer, finally blurting it all out to my manager who patted me on the head and let me go home early.

All the way home I tried to think of a way I could tell Luke the news. Hell, I wasn’t even sure that I was pregnant…that line had been SO faint. Now, I know that no matter how faint the lines are, you don’t often get a false positive, but I don’t know, maybe it was just a brain tumor?…that’ll be my hypochondria flaring up a bit there.

I ran into the house and straight into the bathroom, armed with another (crappy Poundland) pregnancy test. To my frustration it yielded a fainter line than the first. I took a deep breath and presented him with both of these along with a decent amount of furrows on my brow…

…and he smiled…

…and it was GREAT.

Obviously though, I still didn’t believe it, and I did another two tests the next morning. Both Poundland. Both fainter and more ambiguous than the first and second. There was only one thing for it. I had to stop being a tight-ass and pay a decent amount of money for a decent test.

Hello Mr Clearblue Digital Test.

It was agonising, but I waited until Monday morning (a whole SIXTEEN HOURS) just to make sure I gave it the best chance possible. I was totally and utterly convinced that it would scream NOT PREGNANT at me and my world would shatter into a million miserable little pieces…but I didn’t need to worry…

...there's no second guessing this one...

…there’s no second guessing this one…

Luke was still dozing in bed so I crept back into our room and whispered “I am pregnant” in his sleepy ear…

…and he smiled again…

…and I did a little happy shriek…

…and that was when our new adventure began for real…

 
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Posted by on March 17, 2015 in Life, Pregnancy, Uncategorized

 

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A Successful Day Was Had By All…

After a day of cleaning and planning and cooking, I am blogging by firelight as my hubby and co-pilot plays his guitar…

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Luke and Mark, my sister’s other half…

 
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Posted by on July 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

On the Road Again…

It’s been a looong time since I wrote on here…and an even longer time since Old Red was declared SORN…and even longer still since my last proper trip out in him (driving him back and forth between my house and the garage doesn’t count!)…

He’s finally back on the road, in all senses of the phrase. He has tax (whoop!), he has a valid MOT (whoop whoop!), the mould has been fought into submission (extreme super whoop!) and the Old boy has been treated to a jet wash.

This weekend we were supposed to be travelling to France to revisit my cousin and her husband on the anniversary of their wedding but we have had to revise that plan as Red was still in the garage up until last night. In lieu of travelling overseas, we’ve got a more local adventure planned. This will be my first trip out with my new co-pilot (and boyfriend), Luke.

Barefoot Festival, here we come!

 
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Posted by on July 25, 2013 in Uncategorized

 
 
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