Congratulations are in Order...

...to Mr. and Mrs. Granny's Myth Peeler!

They had a baby! Yay! Congratulations!

*waves to baby Peeler* Coo-wee!

As usual I'm a little late off the mark though*, and baby Peeler probably has a grey beard by now, smokes a pipe, wears tartan slippers and lives in a place like this run by Nuns - and that's if the baby is a girl. I don't actually know, but Congratulations to the parents anyway.




*about a year!

Happy Blog Day to Me!

Happy blog day to me
Happy blog day to me
Happy blog day dear Mrs Maaan
Happy blog day to meee!

*Mrs Man clears her throat and prepares to give her thank you speech*

*Ahem* (tap, tap) Testing. Testing. *Jumps back*

Thank you all for joining me on this special day. I can't believe I have been blogging for two years! I've never had a hobby last so long. I know posts have been a little sporadic of late; I hope I can rectify that in the near future.

I'd like to thank those who have continually stood by me - through good times and bad times - and have continued to read my blog, no matter how pointless my ramblings may have seemed at the time. You are all very special to me *reduced to a whisper* and I would especially like to thank those who have commented on my blog *wipes away a tear*. You have made me laugh, cry, and have warmed my heart, and I thank you most sincerely. *Sheds a few tears as she clutches her bosom*

"Get on with it!"

So now, there is nothing more for me to say except I hope you enjoy the party, and...




...if you enjoy my blog so much how come you still haven't sent me any chocolate?!

You Are Now Entering… The Twilight Zone

I know; I’m a very naughty, lazy, blogger. I haven’t blogged in ages, but in truth, nothing very blog worthy has happened in my life of late. Of course, I still haven’t told you about the time I was hunted down by a police dog last summer, but I shall save that for another time now.

Today the most bizarre thing happened. I woke up and took out one of my ear plugs to see what time it was (I know; I still haven’t worked that one out yet either). It was 1pm on the dot. But when I went to return the ear plug, it had gone! I sat up, expecting to find that it had rolled under me (I know; I still haven’t figured out how something can roll under an immovable object, but it does sometimes). Still no ear plug. In fact, I virtually stripped the whole bed looking for it. It was nowhere. It had vanished.

Now, I’m familiar with the tooth fairy and the sock monster, but an ear plug taker? In front of my very eyes? (I know; I still haven’t figured out what “very eyes” are, but it sounds good)

Obviously by this time Mr Man had stirred.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m looking for my ear plug. I took it out to see what time it was (yeah, I still haven’t worked it out yet) and now I can’t find it”
“What is the time?” he asked out of interest.
“It’s one O’clock” I answered, as I looked at my watch again. I don’t know why I looked at my watch again because I already knew what the time was. I suppose it’s one of those pointless things that we do, like when old people look at their watches when you offer them a cup of tea. It seems that these little time keepers hold the answers to all of life’s important questions – like whether to have a cup of tea or not.

However, this time when I looked it was 12pm on the dot. Eh? How could I have misread that? I could understand it if it was 5 past 12 and in my bleary eyed state had mistaken it to be 1pm, but…

There was only one explanation for it – we had travelled back in time! Had The Ear Plug Taker reversed time so that I wouldn’t remember him/her/it taking my ear plug? And what do they do with them?

I suppose, for now at least, that will remain one of life’s unanswered questions…

Crash and Burn

I finally have my new laptop up and running, which means I can now watch YouTube videos without my laptop over heating and exploding! So...

I was searching for the Sheryl Crow song "Crash and Burn" last night on YouTube, and came across this incredible singer by the name of Corinne Lucy. I strongly recommend that you check out all her YouTube videos here, and also her MySpace here where she has some full studio recordings of some of her own tracks. Apart from having a beautiful voice she also seems to be a bit of a... nutter, which I kind of like in people.

Ok, this is the moment of truth... can I figure out how to include a YouTube video in a blog post?



Some of my favourites include Songbird, Woman, and... well, most of them really.

Good Neighbours?

After he had gone she played “their song” over and over again.

“Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick witu forever…”

She had already forgiven him for those hurtful words he had shouted at her before he walked out, slamming the door behind him. She regretted every hurtful word she shouted back at him. She just wanted him back, and wanted everything to be right again.

“A lover’s quarrel” I thought to myself. “He’ll be back when he’s cooled down”

These neighbours seemed different to the last ones. The neighbours we had previously were not much more than kids, and behaved as such. Loud friends, louder rave music, and shabby curtains that were never opened. They didn’t really have arguments as such; that would involve too much dialogue. But they had had fights.

When the new neighbours took the time to decorate the whole house before moving in, I took that as a good sign.

“It looks like they’ve finally moved in” I said to Mr Man one night. As I parked the car on our drive I had noticed people sitting in the living room by lamp light. There was a pram in the corner of the room, and a pretty lampshade hanging around the main light. They had obviously made a lot of effort to create a home for themselves, just in time for Christmas.

“They seem like a nice little family” I continued, and thought how reassuring it is to have a respectable family settled next door.

I was surprised to be woken up by their shouting on Boxing Day. But at least that’s all it was – shouting – not the smashing, banging, and cries of struggle we had become accustomed to with our previous neighbours. This argument was two sided too – she shouted as much as he did. I chose not to worry about her, although after he had left the sound of her heart breaking was audible to all as she played the same song over and over again.

“Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick witu”

But he returned, just as I predicted, and today was different.

Oh, the shouting continued, but this time it was interspersed with her sobs. There was more banging than yesterday, and eventually her sobs turned to howls of grief. Not the return I was hoping for - for her or for us.

And now, all is quiet.

I hate not knowing when to get involved, and when not to. The title question is really aimed at me. This year is the first time I have ever had this experience with neighbours.

No one really knows what goes on in the lives of their neighbours do they?

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