One, Two, Three, Four…. I declare a chair war!!

When deciding to live together OH and I took the decision that (for the moment_ we will beg, borrow and steal (Ok we don’t actual steal but you know what I mean) most of the furniture we bring into our house. We are yet to decorate, still, and neither of us saw the point in buying something for the sake of buying it, better borrow or do without now and then buy a piece of furniture when we find the right thing and have totally fallen in love with it, and it matches the colour scheme or dictates the scheme.

This attitude has saved us a buck or two as we did very nearly spend an extremely large amount of money, in a very expensive furniture store when we fell in love with a lounge and dinning room set. We oo’d and aaah’d and after much discussiom decided to be sensible and wait until we had moved in, I may have sulked a little. In hindsight this was a brilliant idea as in our minds, since visiting the house and signing for it, the house had almost double in size and there is no way the couch would fit into our house never mind all the matching items we had our eyes on! Anyway I digress.. (yes I can sense your surprise!)

So back to the actual story….My dad contacted me the other day to see if we wanted 4 garden chairs that he had before throwing them away, I immediately said yes knowing how useful they would be. However, I did not share this story with OH straight away as every time I look at something for the house I am usually met with a “we have no room”, “where will that live” “what are you going to throw out, before that comes in my house” (delete as appropriate) response. So I held off telling him until he was in a good mood (or drunk – you have no idea how much I get away with after he has had a glass or two!)

Unfortunately I left waiting for the perfect moment too long, and was given the ultimatum by my father – come and get them, or I will give them to your sister. So as I was going for tea that night I took the brave (or foolish – you decide) decision that I wanted the chairs and it is my house too so I would bring them home with me… I did share my plan with one of my colleagues who brilliantly suggested that I smuggled said chairs into the house without OHs knowledge and then just pulled them out one day in front of guests claiming we had always had them, and berating his memory – I have to admit I was very tempted!

So I turned up at my dads house for tea and loaded my 4 garden chairs into the back of my car….. the only problem was he also had some folding chairs which a friend of his had dropped round which were no longer wanted. They were so light, and small, and ideal I just couldn’t help but add those additional 4 chairs to the back of my car as well, well they would make the perfect Christmas chairs!! (yes I forward plan)

It was after dark when I returned home with my now 8 chairs, so sneaking the items into the house unnoticed was not an option. Instead I came in as if everything was normal and went to bed. The next morning OH flung open the curtains looked out at my back seat and enquired as to the contents of my boot. I have to admit, to begin with I feigned sleep.

Now a small digression, (my blog, my rules) as OH and I are beginning to live together we are turning into each other, the phrases I often say which he hates, he now says (which I only point out and laugh every other time) and I have lost some of my willing to please other people and stand my ground. Back to story….

So when I decided feigning sleep for the rest of my life may not work as a diversion tactic and opened my eyes OH asked me what was in the back of my car. I very helpfully replied “stuff” and ran to hide in the bathroom (See I am becoming him – The stuff response, not the hiding in the bathroom, he doesn’t do that!).

When I came out of the bathroom, and finally got the chairs out the car OH admitted that I am a genius (didn’t actually happen) and I was allowed to keep all of my chairs (did actually happen!)

I want to get mad at someone – anyone!!

So this morning started in a pretty normal way (Well except that I was stopping the evening with my folks, and they decided to wake me before my alarm at 5.30am – a time no one should see!) But I was in a pretty good mood, you see OH has been away with work for the last 3 out of 4 weeks but today he was back for the foreseable future. I don’t sleep well when OH is not next to me (go figure, I have slept alone for 27 years and in 7 months of living with him I no longer sleep if he is not snorring away next to me??!!)

I digress! Then this morning I got a phone call from him saying work had decided he was urgently needed and he would be flying out at 4am tomorrow morning. Now here is the problem, I was gutted, I have missed him like crazy, I am tired and sick of doing things on my own! OH kept apologising and I kept telling him it wasn’t his fault (Which it wasn’t) but at the same I was annoyed. I have not planned anything for the last month because I wanted to be there for BD (as I feel massively guilty when I leave him each morning and despite taking him for massive walks I feel I am not doing enough to make up for the longer hours alone and him missing his dad!) and tonight I had made plans to go out with some friends (something I probably don’t do as much as I should!) I made the offer to OH about cancelling (although a small part of me was relieved when he game me permission to still go) but he withdrew his offer of a lift. I’ll be honest with you, I wanted to stamp my foot like a child and the phrase “but it’s not fair” crossed my mind.

However, this is work and I don’t feel like I can get mad at him. So i say it’s fine and set about changing my plans for this evening (arriving at friends early for pre-dinner drinks postponned til next time) and tried to find some fun ways to keep myself busy over the weekend so I am not spending another weekend alone.

So weekend planned, drive to meal out tonight, race through food and run home to spend some time with OH and avoid seperate rooms (a story for another time), tomorrow twilight marathon with sister, involving spending the night at hers so I can have a glass of wine (or three) to make up for missing out tonight, sunday she comes with me to a work committment and then we got to grandparents for sunday dinner (which she had already planned and I am not gate crashing)


phone call from OH, the bosses have changed their minds he is now more likely than not not going and they will send someone else. FFS now I have to race about ammending plans that I ammended only hours ago!!!!!! and the worse part is I can’t get mad at anyone cause it’s no-ones fault!

My oven hates me – but it’s fine, it’s mutual!!

Believe it or not I am a pretty good cook, even if I say so myself..

My dad went to catering collegue and I have so many happy memories of watching dad cook whilst I stirred (If there is a pot on the stove I have to stir it, but that’s a different story!) and I got my way through my first year of uni by cooking big elaborate teas each evening (yes I did put on a little more weight than would have liked but it kept me sane.)

However since moving into this house, with this oven I have burnt more dinners in the last 6 months (small side note woop I have been living with OH for 6 months – that has flown!) than I have in all the years I have been cooking ever!! This stupid oven seems to wait for my back to be turned and ingredients that were previously raw turn into a carbonated mass of yuck.

I give you exhibit a, the crumble for tonight. I put rubarb (I cook better than I spell – i feel there should be an h) and organge juice into a oven proof casserole dish with a sprinkling of sugar, to soften before I add the crumble (Shop bought I have to admit as we still don’t have a fully working baking cupboard – again a different story) and every few minutes I took it out to stir and panic that the ingredients would still be raw when OH arrive home tonight and so I turn the oven up slightly and return in another 10 minutes and my ingredients are now black and smoking – grr!! I have stirred it all in and I chucked in some more orange juice to hide the taste, and then had to decided how to cook the top which takes half an hour. I felt I had no choice and so I chucked it on top of the brown mass and prayed. O well at least I have lots of custard!!

Mitty and BD

I may or may not have mentioned – my memory is rubbish, and I feel that may be how many of my posts start! – but I sort of have two dogs. And sort of is not a mistake, I do sort of have two.

The first is my very lovely Cairn, Mitty, who I lived with for 12 years however he was bought as a family dog by my parents – I can even remember the sit down talk when my sister and I were sat down and told the new puppy was a family dog. Unfortuantely that meant when I moved in with OH I had to leave my very lovely Cairn at home.

The second dog is OH dog, BD he is the most lovely welsh collie – although like OH he does come with his own issues which we are working on. As much as I love him, BD still remains my partners dog, it was the two boys together before I came along and they have been throw a lot. I do like to think BD loves me, and I am sure he does – however he will almost always look for comformation from OH before doing whatever it is I have asked for!

The two of them couldn’t be more different:
– Mitty is small and grey, BD is large and ginger
– Mitty loves everybody, BD has fear aggresion (which we are workng on)
– Mitty went to training classes and was trained on a daily basis by my mother, BD i don’t now for sure but imagine his training routine was not as strict. Yet BD will come when called whereas Mitty will only come if there is nothing better to do (and he takes his time to check!)
– BD will curl up next to me, or on me on the couch and nudges me if my hand stops stroking him for even a second. Mitty will sit next to me, if the mood takes him, but if I dare to touch him he will move – ideally to the fire, which he would have on 24/7 if allowed, and glare at me for daring to touch him.

So there you have it my two sort of dogs!

Not my weekend

In a nut shell this weekend has sucked, it started with a lovely fight with OH! What should have been a lovely thursday night looking forward to a long weekend for both of us, ended up with tears and seperate beds!

Friday was a bit of a none event, with more tears, lots of tissues and far too much wine which did nothing to help my mood when I was stood on the platform waiting for a train at 7am on Saturday morning and was informed that said train was going to be 20 minutes late!! It was one of those brilliantly annoying train delays where every time it approached the time the train was due they would knock it back another five minutes! I was even less pleased when I learnt that because the train was late, we were moved onto a later line and so I arrived in london over 45 minutes late!

The return journey was no less eventful and due to drunken football yobs our train made two unscheduled stops and so I arrived home 50 minutes late, which meant I had to miss the party I was suppose to be attending on Saturday night!

Sunday I took my lovely dog to agility where he did a brilliant spiral first time – I was so pleased – and was then bitten by another dog – *&RE”$*^E$%£%^*!

O well I supppose if it had gone smoothly I would have had nothing to write about!

Travel Insurance

I know it may not always sound like it, but I know I am so lucky to be sharing my life with OH. He really is a great guy, for example I told him I always wanted a wreath on my front door and so he stood in a queue for over an hour so that he could surprise me with one, and I ran low on petrol (or at least to the orange light which was enough for me to think I was stranded) he drove to my work with a can of gas so that I could get home and when I forget my lunch because I was cleaning up dog sick he drops it around so that I will not go hungry… see I am living with a saint!

However, sometimes I could swing for him!

I was on the phone last night to my travel insurance provider looking to renew my insurance which runs out today and when he overheard the conversation I was having about why the actual price was £100 more expensive than the quote they had sent me, he really doesn’t want me to waste money and so convinces me to hang up the phone and says he will find me somewhere cheaper, it is only because he cares for and loves me. I did explain to him before hanging up on the guy on the phone that last time I looked for a company I was on the phone for hours to various companies and that no-one but this one will cover the various medical problems I have thanks to an unnamed hospital completely f*@$king up and leaving me with a dvt and permanent damage in my leg, he promised he would look after it all and muttered the immortal words (which seems to have become his catch phrase since we started living together) “trust me!” So I did!

When I woke up this morning, I did regret it and was more angry with myself as I should have stood my ground, it was my decision, my money and I should have done what I thought was right (this is one of my many issues) however my anger quickly changed direction when in the mists of an argument about plastic utensils in a non-stick pan he then decides to ask me why don’t I spend my lunch break looking for travel insurance companies!!!!

it’s not nagging – I am just reminding you for the 100th time!

Since moving in with OH he has complained multiple times that I have started to nag and at inconvenient times, I wonder if that could be seen as a nag from him??! Anyway the worst part is I am completely aware that I have started to nag but I have argued, and will continue to argue, that it is not my fault I nag, and all some of the blame rests firmly on his shoulders!!

Examples from the last 12 hours (And as one is last night and one this morning, please note that we were asleep for at least 8 of the last 12 hours!):

The Loo seat: Last night when getting in to bed I ‘nagged’ about him leaving the toilet seat up. I would not have had to mention the toilet seat had it not been for the fact that five minutes before getting into bed I had gone to the loo and proceeded to fall down the bowl resulting in a wet back and top of legs!! For those of you who have never fallen down the bowl not only are you very lucky, but trust me this is not a pleasant experience, can sometimes hurt and I was completely justified in mentioning it! Now his counter argument of “I should have seen the seat was up and put it down” is justified, however I have been living with him for just over a month and this is not the first time he has not lowered the seat!!

Metal utensils in non-stick pans: Now this little gem I learnt the hard way, when on my first night at Uni, when desperate to make a good impression on my new housemates, I used a scrubbing brush to clean a non-stick pan – and so I learnt that plastic utensils and leaving to soak are the only way to avoid buying a new pan every time you cook! Now I know that OH loves metal utensils, he thinks they look better and refuses to have my plastic ones on show in the kitchen and I have not argued this point, however this morning when I came down to find a metal spoon and scratches inside my new rice cooker, despite (and this is the REALLY annoying bit) the plastic spatula that came with rice cooker sitting clean on the side, waiting to be put away, I mentioned to him that I didn’t want to nag but…. Were still not talking to each other!
So my new year’s resolution for this year (which I wasn’t going to make) …… OH I promise I will stop nagging….. if you promise to stop giving me things to nag about!!!!!

and then the dog was sick!

9 times, all over the kitchen floor and then twice more at the bottom of the stairs!!

I hated having to leave him and go to work and made OH promise he will return on home on his lunch break to check on him.

He looked so sorry for him and I hated that I had to leave him, and I hated even more that I had to say my final goodbye to him as I ran out of the back gate now very late for work having mopped the kitchen, hall, cleaned the bathroom and tried to straighten the rest of the house. The bathroom and general straightening was due to OH parents arriving at ours sometime before I arrive home from work and I am still desperate to prove to them I am capable of looking after their son.

On my drive into work I had the following enlightenments:
• I had forgotten to bring with me the invite for my friend’s wedding – needed today so I could Google the address and find out where the wedding is being held this weekend!
• The flu tablets I made the trip to the supermarket for last night (I did not want to go to the shops between Christmas and New Year, and had purposefully stocked the cupboards for this very reason) were still sat on the side in the kitchen!
• My lunch which I spent time preparing last night (unusual for me) was still sat in my fridge at home.

I have the feeling it is going to be one of those days!

I’m worried my family are trying to kill OH

You may get the feeling by now that I can sometimes over react, however I am going to share with you a concern that I have had for at least two days now and that is maybe my family are trying to kill OH!

I know sometimes I say through gritted teeth I am going to kill him, and my nearest and dearest know that if I go missing the first place to look is the patio (can you believe he thinks I am difficult to live with? I digress!) but we really do love each other, however….

OH is mildly allergic to nuts (hence the genius of me buying nuts on his credit cards when he has annoyed me) however no matter how many times I tell my grandparents about the allergy they forget or chose to forget – you chose! They have now tried to feed OH nuts on three separate occasions, the last of which took the form of an innocent Christmas pudding which my grandparents sent me home with after dropping in their Christmas presents the other weekend. Luckily I had suspicions (of the included nuts, not the murderous tendency) and so I have had to eat all the puddings myself – things we do for people we love!

However, while focusing on my grandparent’s attempts to off OH I have overlooked other members of my family and now it would seem my grandparents have enlisted the help of my Aunty, who bought OH some lovely patterned socks for Christmas, which OH wore with pride on Boxing Day morning before falling down half the stairs sometime after lunch! I heard a bang but being with his family I didn’t got to explore and bless him he spent a good 10 minutes on the floor at the bottom of the stairs.

You will be pleased to hear that he escaped without any broken bones, although he did hurt his foot and it took a few hours for feeling to return to all his fingers, but for now all is well!