Flowery's girl

I absolutely abhor and detest sing-songs! No really, like if there was a choice between sitting through an entire sing-song or say giving Brian Cowen a big bear hug and saying “Thanks for all you’re doing for this county”, then there is a very good chance that Brian might get his first hug of 2010. As mentioned in a previous blog, I went to see a play in town last Saturday night. There was a disco afterwards (Yes, I did write disco, an ‘80’s one – very enjoyable) and as I am a member of the same drama group, I stayed on to have a dance around my handbag and a drink or two. Come one o’clock though I spotted the guitar in the corner and knowing what this crowd are capable of I quickly made my excuses (kids, early start, etc.) and made a sharp exit out the front door. All lies of course as my hubby is fab (sorry for sounding like a smug happily married woman but he really is) and has no problem at all with me staying out half the night while he gets up and minds the kids the next day leav

My friend James recently commented to me that he was sad to see in my first blog that I have lately lost the great love I once had for acting. I haven't quite lost it as such, it's more that I am just busy with kids and life etc. and I find rehearsals and learning lines more of a chore than something fun to do these days; but yes there is something else gone from the whole buzz of drama for me at the moment and I can't quite place what it is. I have been desperately trying to regain that wonderful buzzy feeling that only comes with going on stage but as of yet, it still eludes me. I received a phone call from a different drama group a few months ago asking me if I would like to do a play with them . I decided to say yes as it was a brand new play written by a local playwright and it involved travelling around to different venues and I would also be with a whole new group of people. Maybe all of that combined might be just what I needed to help me to regain my enthusiasm for

A few weeks ago a friend of mine texted me and asked me how I would feel about doing a couple of gigs a a Clown with him. A clown I read? Was that right? I typed it into predict text and all that came up were the words crown, blown, bloom or brown (would you like a few gigs as a brown? - probably not)so it seemed that I had read correctly and as I am always looking for ways to bring extra cash into the house and as I have no modesty or shame, I texted back immediately - I'D LOVE TO! Fast forward to today where I met Simon (my fellow clown) at a hotel in town for a our first gig at Bella's fifth birthday party. I worked with Simon before in two plays and I just want to say here that he is without a shadow of a doubt the best director/producer/actor that I have ever worked with (Simon, if you are reading this then there is your plug, you can pay me later) so it was a pleasure (and a relief) to be doing this gig with him. Stage fright nerves were present but quickly changed to fee

Recently I have decided to bring a bit of extra cash into the home by partaking in some Mystery Shopping. This involves going into a shop or a Bank and pretending to be a customer and coming out and filling in a form that basically rates your experience. The money is rubbish but the work is easy, I can bring the kids and the feeling of being being able to give my opinion and actually have it listened to gives me a warm and cosy unfamiliar feeling of power - in a nutshell, it's right up my street. Of course, the staff members in the shop or bank don't know at the time that you are a mystery shopper but they know what mystery shoppers are and live in dread of being caught out by one one day (Like I said, enormous feeling of power with this job). Yesterday morning I went to do a mystery shop in a Bank which for the sake of privacy I will call Bank X and although those of you who know me will know straight away what bank I am talking about, it's probably best that I don't m

My poor fish! We have had Freddy the fish for two years this month now but I fear that we will not have him much longer if Charlotte has her way. She is quite frankly killing the fish with love. I mentioned not too long ago on face book that I walked in to find Charlotte "Stirring" the fish with a spoon and while much reprimanding took place she has been ever since sharing her toys with Freddy. It is not unusual to walk past the fish-bowl and see one her her little mice from her Sylvanian family floating with Freddy or even a couple of my little Ponies sharing the water but today I found no less than twenty-three (yes you read right - TWENTY THREE) objects floating around with the fish. Well I say Floating but in fact they were all crammed tightly together and the fish was lying at the bottom of the bowl unable to move. Everything you see in the picture is what she was "Sharing" with Freddy. I grabbed her by the hand and brought her over to the bowl where I started

This my my first ever venture into the world of blogging. Wow - a chance to talk all about me, me, ME and no-one to interrupt or tell me to shut up. Hmm - the fact that I have no followers yet may be the reason for the resounding silence echoing at me from my PC at present. All about me - where to start? I am 34 years old and while my mental age has stayed somewhere around the age of 26 (yes - 26 not 6 for all of you who just snorted with disbelief) the rest of me has started to decline and head south and my grey hairs have recently started multiplying at a ferocious rate which I am finding a tad unsettling at the moment. ( Note to self: ring hairdressers for emergency appointment in the morning). I am married to (in my opinion) the greatest guy in the world and while I don't actually believe in soul mates, if I am wrong and they do exist, then I have definitely found mine (pause for gaking noise....). As I have elected to stay at home with my babies we currently survive on one wa