Sunday, January 13, 2008

Penny and the Spacehoppers go to Sri Lanka

I have just sat down after a very productive weekend getting rid of the shackles that’ve tied me down most of my life. Maybe a slight exaggeration but it is oh so liberating to take the things you just don’t need and get rid of them. I cunningly invited my sister, her driver (just kiddin D) and her angelic twosome up for Sunday dinner and packed them off with full bellies (well, would’ve been if they’d eaten the bloomin food) and a car full of things I don’t need but (I managed to convince them) they do!

Daniel has agreed to take care of some of my little bears. I have to say here, I’m not a soft toy person but these ones are cute and they were bought for me by some very good friends and that’s why I keep them. However, Daniel’s unreasonable mother put her foot down when I conned (sorry I mean convinced) the child into agreeing to babysit Penny and the 2 Spacehoppers. They’re not related btw, in fact I don’t think they’ve even met, they’re simply in the same sentence.

Anyway Penny is my doll and I’ve had her all my life and apparently she’s too creepy to go to Port Glasgow (imagine!) because she’s got no eyes. It’s not her fault and she’s not creepy, she’s lovely. The spacehoppers - you know the things we had in the 70s. Wait a minute, I meant the 80s. Yes, the 80s when I was a child. So, spacehoppers - they can’t stay with Daniel because he’s already got two of them. All the more reason for him to babysit these two I’d say - families should stay together where possible, ask any social worker.

But, it’s not to be so maybe I’ll just take them with me to Sri Lanka. Or maybe not. Right well enough of this nonsense. I am making soup and determined not to burn this pot. When I say THIS POT I mean this potful of soup, not this actual pot seeing as I only have one. Shocking I know but when I get back from Sri Lanka, I’m going to do lots of grown up things including buying a whole set of pots, matching ones. And not even the cheapest ones in the shop, I’m going to buy quality - as long as they’re no more than 20 quid! They won’t be will they?

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Sunday, December 30, 2007

Sorting out the fact from the fiction

Here are my stars for this week:

OK that’s how I started this post earlier today. I’ve now given up looking for the said astrological predictions and am prepared to concede that they never existed. I don’t know if anyone else does this but I sometimes have very vivid dreams that are so detailed, it takes some time for me to realise they were dreams. When I say “some time” I mean days, even weeks.

So last night I obviously dreamt that I was reading my stars and they went something like this -

“on Tuesday you will find out that you are going to lose the flat you have been living in for many years, where you are very happy, which is owned by a close relative. They will kick you out for no good reason but the next day you will find a much better place and realise there is a reason for everything.”

I can remember laughing at the prediction - and all day I’ve been meaning to blog on it (let’s face it there’s not much news around) but now I realise, it never happened.

And that is not the only vivid dream I had last night. I woke up in shock because my 10 year old nephew had disappeared and the police didn’t seem too bothered, even though it had been 2 weeks! Turned out okay though because I turned detective and discovered it was Todd Grimshaw from Corrie who’d kidnapped him. We followed him into the deep dark forest and rescued Daniel. Corrie will never be the same again for me now and I’ll always be suspicious of that Todd.

Tell me I’m not the only one - please!

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Monday, August 20, 2007

I’m having a baby

I only found out on Friday and I’ve been excited all weekend. I packed my overnight bag last night, made sure I had a change of clothes, looked out sensible(ish) shoes because you can’t be tottering about whilst holding a wee one. Anyway he’ll be arriving at 1pm today. Yes, my 9 month old nephew Toby, is bringing his mum and dad for a tour of the parly - then me and him are spending quality time together while they go and catch some of the Fringe. And tonight, I’m staying at their apartment which is why I need the overnight bag. I can’t wait. Ha! Nearly had you all going there though didn’t I?
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Saturday, June 16, 2007

Birthday girl

I’ve been away, not had access to the internet and I’m now in my sister’s house where I’ve got so fed up listening to her moaning about me not updating my blog, that I’m doing it from here. It’s her birthday next week but she’s away so we had a suprise lunch for her today and the party is now starting at my mum’s. So they’re all over there while I dutifully update my blog! Told you my family like me better virtually than in reality. Does that make sense? I mean grammatically. Obviously it doesn’t make sense on a personal level :-)

Right here goes - got lots to say and so little time, best get started. Oh and Happy Birthday Janet - must share a quick story with you all. They say my sister is a year younger than me but I’m not one for giving in to my age and each birthday I seem to lose a year or 5. One year my nephew said to me “how come you used to be older than mummy but now you’re younger?” - “these things happen” I said before rapidly changing the subject!

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Saturday, May 26, 2007

Toby comes home

Right, I’m off doon the watter to see my baby nephew Toby. He was born in Madchester in November last year and this is his first visit to his homeland :-) Him and his mum and dad are staying at my flat in Port Glasgow and I’ve arranged it so there’s no internet access and the bro in law can’t come on here and correct me on the homeland comment. It’s obvious anyway. He’s gorgeous, he’s intelligent, his name is Toby Albert Jude Mcsyrett - of course he’s Scottish!!

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