God, the man in the moon, Earth Lady or Michael Fish are getting it right...

Well, not sure which one of them is in charge but the weather's been perfect for the last month. So thanks to Big Weather Remote Controller, we've had warm sunny days and three night time storms to provide the tiny amount of water the plants desperately need. It's been about a month now of perfect weather world, and we could be even forgetting what typical English weather is like here in Hastings.

So cheers, Weather Person, loving it, and don't even mind waking up for the storms every week...not sure about using bath water on plants though as logistically bit of a nightmare with carpets.

Just a short note...

To say I'm now refreshed and revitalised after spending an evening with lovely friends. I've decided no one randomly doesn't like me I also will make myself like, or at least not moan about other people and I really do like my life.

Of course I did spend slightly too long explaining my working class roots to a friend, nothing more annoying than someone with quite a 'nice accent' banging on about that for ages I suspect. So must remember for next time - to shut up after a reasonable length of time to rant.

Children loved being up late, drinking children's Pimms, and roaming about. Goodness knows what they were doing most of the evening - changing clothes and running around in their pants I think, that and discovering a secret hiding place for treasure under my friends' floorboards (n.b. really must have been for secret cash stash in past or jewels).

So new lovely family Tattyhouse are chilling today, then doing a clever weekly meal plan (think the Pimms sucked some my brain cells out). And I guess collecting some food from the shops - currently pizza, pizza, pizza and maybe some vegetarian prawns is all I can think about.

Two new looks spied this morning on South Coast

One was trend setting, and on an 'older lady' i.e. like me, rather than in her seventies. I'd spent a hot night pondering whether I should spend some more money on myself now we have students - you know, get some shorts (whole conversation there), maybe some dresses and get my hair 'done'. Then what do you know I spy someone wearing shoes so on trend that Hastings will be shocked. I was, and a little horrified if truth be known. Still not convinced people over 20 should enter Top Shop. Let alone buy 'the gladiator, bright, plastic' nod to all trends look of the summer.

So then, we had a very good wander around town, and remembered how much I love a good browse and trying on session. (n.b. sorry to all people waiting to use changing rooms in Peacocks whilst I spent a considerable amount of time thinking about shorts. Luckily I didn't buy any, though that might have annoyed the people waiting even more, as I forgot the crucial sit down in them and see what thighs look like test. Probably because I haven't owned a pair since was a size ten and twenty.

Anyway on the bus, spied second new look of the day. Another 'older lady' though, this time older than me sitting on the bus listening to her MP3 player (which of course makes her modern as its tricky to understand those thingy's once over 30 ish). Anyway she had it tucked down between her not tiny boobs. Kept looking and wondering how it didn't fall out (must have been stopped by her bra if she had one on).

Not sure - but hey, loving the fact new trends can be spotted here and that there is clothes to wear and styles to adopt that don't come from either Marks and Spencer's or 'the big supermarket'.

p.s. Just read this back and realised I need to get out more, should not be so surprised by green shoes!

Best Jac Naylor quote (off of Holby for those not in the know)

'I never really liked jazz. It sounds a bit like scribbles.'

Wonderful.

It may be because I've had quite a few long conversations this week...

...not Internet based that is, that I haven't really got much to say here at the moment.

So, as it is hot, I'm busy - cleaning the house, students, end of year things etc, I think I will take a little Internet break instead. The computer hasn't broken - honest, but do feel free to say nice things, as that is always lovely (I'm like a dodgy band that still wants an encore).

Anyway enjoy the heatwave - I intend to mostly avoid the sun this week, as have managed to burn boobs, not nice.

Bev

Fancy a glass of something fizzy?

Now I know, we are often stuck in the post War period down here by the seaside, but actually I think the drink du jour comme Hastings, well Clive Vale maybe of fizzy white is great. And possibly in fashion, but mostly just great. Off to Lidl tomorrow to stock up for the weekend....

edit: n.b. probably should be too embarrassed to show this photo of french door in desperate need of painting, but too tired, and love little side space too much.

Possibly, it is because I am not human.

We've been dancing this afternoon, to a lovely family after school session of salsa. I always wanted to do salsa in London, particularly at Bar Lorca in Stoke Newington. However M was never keen and I was always averse to the idea of going with girl friends and then having to dance with strange, possibly sleazy men so I never went.

I loved the idea of family dancing though, and had a great time dancing with J. But then when it came to the children learning some moves in the playground and the grown ups practicing alone I realised the truth. Actually I just don't like close physical contact with people other than very very good friends, and then only drunk, or partners or family. I danced with a couple of people and found myself very embarrassed by our knees knocking together (my bad dancing I think), my sweating (it was hot) and just generally being close.

So if close dancing, physical contact is human, then um, sorry guys, I am all robot.

Of course on another note - it is disco dancing next week so I'm really really really looking forward to that. Must remember to tell everyone in advance am uncoordinated though so they realise I am most likely to bash in to them at some point.

Where there is muck there is brass....

I've tried them all; organic veggie schemes, local council run veggie schemes, local farm ones, markets, supermarkets, (trying) to grown our own but nothing so far beats a good organic vegetable box. I almost feel guilty saying it, as it is not particularly frugal, although I would assert that if you eat well you eat less junk, hence spending less money.

I need the organic vegetables though, and so I've just re-started my second favourite delivery company to bring them to me please. Lovely seasonal fresh organic mixed box will be winging its way down the A21, yes I know road miles, this week and I can't wait.

I've gone with Abel and Cole, because although they have added a 99p delivery charge which is annoying they've got what seems to be a really good special offer. Of course I may be missing the small print, but no, it is good. Spend £15 on a regular delivery for four weeks in a row; i.e total cost £60 and lots of vegetables, then get £50 credited to your account to spend as you choose.
Got to be good. Here's the link if anyone wants to check it out; http://www.abelandcole.co.uk/

Can't wait - am thinking wraps, and big salad with broad beans, and maybe a potato salad with spring onions, and um, just vegetables really.

We won, We won!

Yesterday, at the fete, as a family we managed to win at the 'pick a royal' cards game! Sadly we did not win the McDonalds vouchers(??) in the raffle, but we bagged three cool prizes. Ol won Worms 3D, which he love, love loves and is very excited about. J won 'paint your own flip flips' , again very excited. And I won a Pot Noodle.

J was busy carefully painting her new flip flops yesterday, and told me she loved them and would like to be an artist when she grows up. Then in the most innocent lovely voice said; 'Maybe one day, you'll let me paint on paper Mummy'.

The shame. I do sometimes, honest, she's just forgotten.

It is the village fete season...

But we're not going to one, just two school fairs. Looking forward to the one today as I don't have a role - other than that of 'respectable' teachers wife (have put longish skirt on and high cut top on). Course no doubt will ruin look by jumping on bouncy castle and accidentally wetting self or similar. Lovely M's band are playing though - so we'll hopefully do a bit of singing along to him and his friends. I've also told them that changing any words to the songs, like Summer of '69 Summer of '09 would be utterly embarrassing and Dad like. So hopefully they won't go there.

Next week it is the big one at Ol's school, M doing story telling, and I'm running the toy stall. Hoping weather just right and will not be trapped by stall all day and will be allowed to move about. I find worst thing about fetes is being cheery sometimes. Deliberately did not volunteer to run games for children, or a stall where I've have to explain rules/be happy and nice. Just in case can't force face to be nice on the day. I may wake up all happy happy happy though - I never know in advance.