I'm sick of feeling like poo!!!!

I can't actually believe that I seem to have managed to catch another virus on top of the chest infection I already had, either that or it's mutated and now comes complete with matching headache and a feeling of being underwater upside down.

I think I should face the fact that clean living just isn't all it's cracked up to be and take up all manner of things that are 'bad'-drinking, drugs, very late nights, slovenly behaviour, MEAT, etc. Maybe then I'll be fighting fit.

As per usual loads has happened, Du has finally had his notification for his FAS block release in Plumbing & Heating. He starts the end of November and continues to go daily until the end of April -Hurrah, the catch is it's in Waterford and he needs tools that are specified (about €600 worth that Coni says he's unlikely to ever use). We're going to have to check out buses and lift sharing because we can't really afford to loose the 4 hours spent driving him to and fro daily. I've been told there's a bus from Dungarvan, so that's not so bad.

The only other problem is our holiday, apparently he's not entitled to any hols whilst on block release.

After constantly being digged at for not getting around to his hair, I managed to squeeze a cut in on Sunday, so Du is now sporting much shorter hair (suits him, if you could see properly).

Dina and I saw The Women on Friday night, twas OK, padded out and not one to necessary bother making the effort for though. Scrapaholix on Saturday went really well, I fought through this bug and had a really good time. Although I managed to crash and burn soon after and like a bad parent didn't manage to take Kye to the birthday party he was invited to.

Sunday was spent, hairdressing as I mentioned, shopping and taking the little man to the playground in Dungarvan and then to the beech in Abbeyside for a stone throwing session, finished off for him anyway, with a McDonalds, before I headed home to feed the rest of the roast Chicken.

I managed to get everything ready for my class tonight yesterday - using fabric on cards, as per usual I had to curb my enthusiasm. Last night was a very quiet Knit 'n' Knatter, although I did know it would be, it was really nice to sit for a couple of hours with Sandra and Ildi though.

I'm off to the hairdressers now for my highlights, only for she's so busy I'd cancel as I don't relish the thought with my head at the moment - no pain, no gain I suppose.

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The Ploughing Festival

Yesterday Coni and I were bad parents and kept Kye off of school to go to The Ploughing Festival.


Having made it in record breaking time, due to the complete lack of traffic on the roads, we parked and headed off in the direction of the show, where we arrived some 20 minutes later (I kid you not).

After spending several hours looking at tractors and cows - nothing new there as we live on a COW FARM, we headed home complete with €87 worth of toy tractor and trailer (yep I did say €87), homemade cake, a book on self-build log cabins, very hungry bellys (no vegetarian options except chips) and very, very sore feet.


Not that it wasn't a good day, more a case of it not being set out very well. We didn't even see any ploughing because it was just too far to go with little people. At least the sun was shining and we managed to top up on some much needed vitamin D.



Arriving home we were all so exhausted that we didn't manage to do much, favouring an easy night and barely managing to keep my eyes open to watch Ross Kemp in Kenya.


Today I have to try and finish my second layout for Scrapaholix tomorrow (not much to do) and get some baking done. If I manage to get all of that done, plus the usual it might be time to address the ever growing pile of ironing because it's not going to do itself.