A new tallent

The last week I have been learning how to play the guitar. My uncle Rob has been giving up allot of his free time and dare I say it patience to teach me. I believe it is going very well. At least the stuff that I am strumming out now sounds vaguely like actual music, and not just screeching sounds.

I have been learning on an acoustic but the last couple of days I have been practising on the electric simply because of the fact I left the other one over my goddaughter’s house. However the electric seems to be allot easier on my fingers. Let me tell all you non guitar playing people that it hurts, and I mean really hurts. Though now my tips of my fingers are num and hard which my rock ‘n’ roll friends tell me is exactly what I want to happen which I guess I am glad about. The playing is allot easier!  I have really been pushing myself to learn lots of songs that I can play and  sing I believe I am doing okay, at least I haven’t had the neighbours coming around here asking me if I was strangling a cat or something.  Saying that now I bet they are over here first thing in the morning.

I am very much looking forward to the day where I can sit in front of a camp fire and play some decent stuff. Who knows maybe one day I will be a world famous guitar player asked for by all those kids you see on ‘my super sweet sixteen’ demanding that I play at their party.... let’s not hold our breath though, yeah?

A ramberling ramble

I haven’t written a blog in a while and I realise I have got quite a bit to say. First thing my boyfriend is on the other side of the world... well okay Greece but it still seems far! At first I thought that he was dead in a ditch because for the first few days that he was over there he neither contacted his mother or me. I was prepared to be very annoyed at him, until he did get in contact and told us that he had been ill and confined to his room, I suppose I will forgive him for not finding a computer the minute he got there and reassuring me that his plane did not go down in flames, mind you it depends how good my present is. I have to say I am not too happy with Dan at the moment any way, for some reason Matty had decided to hero worship him, he does not want to know me, his Aunty Jess any more he just wants Dan. It’s gotten to the stage where I can’t walk into the room without Matty asking for Dan it’s as if he is saying ‘how dare you come here and not bring Dan.

My Goddaughter how ever is still remaining loyal to me. I love the age that she’s at at the moment because she has just started to play imaginative games. We had a tea party the other day and it was just so cute watching her make pretend tea, she even knows how I like it, milk two sugars.  I feel that this is a good thing for the future.

I don’t know what is up with this weather at the moment, we seem to be going through all the seasons in one day, it’s really doing my head in, it’s hard to pick out an outfit that is going to withstand blistering heat, tropical thunderstorms and the occasional hurricane, it’s just not possible.

Well any way I am off to town, at the moment it is raining but apparently very warm.... ohh I wish we could just all go around naked.

A day our with my Will

Yesterday I went to Hay-on-Wye with my friend Rhys. For those of you who don’t know what this place is, it’s my most favourite place on earth... well at least in this country. It’s a quaint old town with more book stores than you can imagine. It’s miraculous.  I am a great reader, I have grown up among books and I count being able to devour a book in a day one or my talents. Hay for me is like my drug; just being around all those books makes me thrilled. I one day hope to own a house there, not just because of the book stores it’s also so lovely and old fashioned, a perfect county village. Also the sweet shop will see me nicely into obesity.

My friend Rhys is also a great lover of books, and we have now made it a tradition to go there together at least once a year, normally we I have to say we go for the annual Hay-On-Wye book festival. However this year circumstances meant we couldn’t make it. Nevertheless we decided to go up to the village for the day any way.  I am glad we did, spending time with Rhys is a better cure than eating a load of chocolate if you’re feeling a bit depressed.

On our day out however something really bizarre happened. We found ourselves not looking for the next book store, but for the next antique store! Our friendship has changed, we are no longer book friends we are ANTIQUE friends! Believe me no one was more surprised than us. We found ourselves going through the shops decorating our fantasy homes in all these wonderful things we were seeing. And our friendship grew; we were not just united in our love or books today but also in our love of expensive antiques!

Will to my Grace

We'll get the specs and everything

Hay-OnWye

Slippery slope of vanity

I see allot of people on facebook who have their profile picture of them in a bathroom mirror. I never fully understood why you would go out on a night out and stand in a bathroom for a good five minutes to frame the perfect shot of you in the mirror. It seemed in my head stupid, a pointless exercise that takes valuable time away from drinking and talking to people.

 However when I went out last night I found myself in the bathroom looking in the mirror with my phone in my hand pointed at the mirror. I don’t know how it happened! But all of the sudden I was doing what I thought I would never find myself doing. I was into the bathroom framing the perfect photo of me with every intention of it being my Facebook display photo. I had fallen in to the trap. The lighting in the toilets you see was perfect. I looked (I know it might be vain to admit it) quite good. I just had to take the photo.

When my friend came out of the toilets, wordlessly we framed ourselves again in the mirror and took more silly photos off ourselves. I wasted what has to be ten minutes of my valuable drinking and laughing time in the toilets taking photos of myself and friends.

What has happened to me? I have converted into a drunken girl who looks for the perfect bathroom with the correct lighting to take that vital profile picture. When will the madness end? Will I now only go into pubs and bars that have the precise lighting for my picture in the toilet? If they don’t will I be disgusted and leave? I have no idea... but I have indeed gone crazy... I might actually find myself in my own bathroom very soon working on my angles; I think I am on a slippery slope.

the country mouse goes out to the big city.

Last night I and my two best friends went for an evening down Cardiff bay.  It was for my friend’s birthday.  We went to a restaurant/ bar called Tera Nova. It was amazing. From the outside the building looks like an ultra modern establishment. But within it’s a completely different story. It’s like as my friend Katie described a castle. It’s huge. I swear they have used the same technology that the Doctor uses on his Tardis. (What do you mean the Tardis isn’t real? of course it is you silly people!)  The decoration is exquisite and we walked around it a few times just so we could fully see what it was all like. The food was okay, nothing special, but then again not ridiculously pricey which I was expecting from the bay. The wine however... Lovely! And very strong. After one bottle I was texting my boyfriend things that I am now mortally embarrassed about and deny all responsibly or memory off.  By the second bottle me and Katie were happily outside playing in the rock pool, while Becky looked on willing I believe for us to fall in. 

 I am glad to say I wasn’t as bad as Katie who quite happily walked into the centre of an outdoor stage and preformed ‘I am little tea pot’ to everyone who walked past.  I have never laughed so hard in my life.

It was a lovely evening. The bay is full of fascinating places and people, good for someone like me who enjoys people watching and making up stories about their lives. Good for people like Becky and Katie who happily stared at some guys all the way through dinner. Though I have to admit the guys were also staring right back (go girls).

I am not one for going out clubbing, as I find all the people crushed together a little bit oppressive. But I do like the bars they have in the bay. Enough people for it to be interesting but not so many that you forget where your body begins and the other person’s body starts.

I hope to have many more nights down the bay with the girls.

The great escape of a hedgehog

The kitten has managed to free my hedgehog. Maybe I should explain how exactly the kitten managed to released the hedgehog to freedom.  The hedgehog commonly referred to as LP lives in a viviruim with a run attached to it. The kitten managed to knock over a side of the run and I did not notice until I went to feed him Friday evening.  It’s now Sunday morning.  My mother and I have been looking for LP for over a day and a night; in every room we have upturned and destroyed it looking for a possible hiding place. We have found a lot of stuff we thought we had lost years ago, but no hedgehog.

So last night we closed all the doors to the rooms and in each room we placed some food for him, at least this would determine exactly which room the little blighter had decided to take up residence in.  Turns out it was the study as this was the only room that the food had gone in in the morning. But we still couldn’t locate him within the room. That is until I sat down on a bag of clothes and something prickly poked me in the butt. Yes I found my hedgehog by sitting on the poor thing. He’s okay after his travels, maybe a bitter flatter but he’s alive. At least he’s back home in this viv. The kitten is sat looking at me as I type this with an evil look on his face I believe he’s saying “well that was a bit of fun wasn’t it. That will teach you for feeding the poky thing before me”

Potty Power

Today is a proud day! Today is the day when darling little Matty did his first poopy on the potty! He is 18 months! It’s amazing! I never thought I would be so proud of a child going to the potty! But I am! You can probably tell by the over use of exclamation marks!

I should probably point out that this boy is not my own but my dear friend Fiona’s! She was also incredibly proud and is at this moment ringing the nation to tell them of this fabulous news! So this might be a little blog but you should know it’s filled with Happiness and a very very proud Aunty Jess.