A new project.........................

It is important to start new projects every day and thanks to hubbie I have one!

Well due to the different strikes in France recently etc hubbie worked from home and suddenly he became the clingy female aka seventh child (after the kids & pets of course) and I the male!!

Here are a few examples:
Going upstairs - "where are you going?"  (well the stairs only goes to one place!)
Leaving the house - "what time will you be back?" (I'll return when I have bought enough materials for my vodoo doll of you!!)
Doing work on my computer - "what are you doing?" (having a bath!)
Answering the phone - mouthing to me with wild gestures "who is it? (the funeral home just booking your cremation!!!)
Once out of the house, get a phone call - "where are you?" (having coffee with Ben Barnes - if you don't know who he is just google him!)

On one of my escapades I didn't answer the phone one time (okay maybe a couple of times) and he left messages like "why do you even have a mobile phone when you don't even  answer it" - ah well technology is just so difficult for me..................and since I told him that I had to do loads of photocopying for work when in fact I was at a coffee morning and well none of my girlfriends were willing to make the huming noise of a photocoper machine (female solidarity my arse!!) so did not answer the phone!!!
Look what he has done to me, he has turned me into an unfeeling male teenager, telling white lies, sneaking out, making up jobs to get out of the house, disgraceful. Okay so we are supposed to be adults (stop giggling back there!) and I can't divorce him on the grounds of him interupting my coffee mornings with the girls but him turning to this clingey teenager girl is seriousily worrying, I mean what the heck will I do with him when he retires!!!

Granted it won't be happening for a long time so have plenty of time in building my bunker  - massage table, bar, cool music system and of course flat screen tv!! every bunker needs one! Of course the only way I can explain all that digging for my bunker is that I am doing a vegetable patch - a very deep vegetable patch!

I know what the problem was though during those few days, he was bored out of his brain working from home and well unfortunately he had to bother someone and since neither the dog or cats speak it was my turn - the joy!! So now I will start Project 'Give him something to do other than interupt my coffee mornings' - okay the title is long otherwise I could call it Project 'Buzz off' but that may seem a little bit too mean. 

So it will be 'Darling why don't you do a vegetable patch.......................a very deep vegetable patch' (hey two birds one stone!!!)

Once bunker built invitations will be sent out to those who are also doing their own Project 'Buzz off' - ye know who ye are!!!

what is a dream................

Reading a magazine the other day I fell upon an article about a woman who said
'The Three Years were worth the wait to get my dream house". This woman bought her dream home and then had work done on it for three years before getting it exactly how she wanted, well that may me think about my place (cos otherwise I wouldn't!)

The first visit to this house took exactly 15 minutes, my husband picked me up from work at lunchtime to show me what he had visited that morning.  In the movie of my life I would come skipping out of this house with shiney hair and a fab body  (well it is a movie) smiling like I just ate sunshine or drunk several rum and cokes - turn to my husband and say "this is it darling (you can tell it is a movie) this is our dream home!" Well in fact after this wonderous 15 minute visit - large garage on the ground floor and on the first floor - dark bathroom (black and grey tiles), small kitchen (low counter suitable for munchkins), bedrooms - wallpaper that would have looked good in a mental home (maybe the owners were previous inmates) and a living/dining room which had instead of wallpaper had material on the wall which the owner told me that I could hoover to keep clean - hoover my walls!!!!! yep they must have been inmates!!! 
Outside the house it was my husband with shiney eyes that announced that he made an offer on this house (oh my god he has joined the inmates!!!)

And as God has a great sense of humour we got the house.

Been in this house for the past 12 years has been like been in a bumpy relationship, we have gone through:
flooded house (several times)
flooded garden
new roof been done during heatwave (good timing)
house rewiring
heating system breaking down (my favourite one is the day after Christmas!)
plastering walls
painting walls
new flooring
new bathroom
new kitchen
new toilets (really needed)
new windows
new doors
extentions
paving the driveway
new wall
new gate
and then the garden..............well it has gone through several looks, Beirut, swamp-like etc now it has grass!!

And with all that has come this too:
a french husband
3 tadpoles aka the "angels"  (stop giggling)
laughing
crying
talking and shouting!!
family dinners (the nice and the noisy ones)
kids birthday parties (especially the one given 10 days after the birth of n°3 - loopy)
coffee mornings with the girlfriends
dinner parties
family get-togethers
Christmas celebrations
christenings
St Patricks Day parties
My birthdays!!
His birthdays
bar-b-ques
the pyjama parties (my ones!)
friends staying
family staying (in laws included - honest!)
and all the times my Mum came over,
and the thousands of other memories that are connected to this house.

So surely now it is my dream house?

Well no because I have never looked for a dream house but a dream home and so far this one fits the bill so long may it continue.