A Cruel Hand of Fate for Darrell

I found Darrell in a semi collapsed position in our porch this morning.

It seems that the postman called with Darrell’s much awaited correspondence from Stacey Solomon, but there was 10p to pay  ….. we were in, and could have paid there and then …. but the postman NEVER rang the bell, so when Darrell checked the mail, this is all he found!

He was barely coherent and inconsolable.

Darrell took to his bed again, while I promised I’d sort everything out, telling him that this minor blip would soon be forgotten when his letter was finally delivered.  But I could hardly bear to listen the sniffs and snuffles coming from behind his closed door.

News Of The World Type Shame!

One minute you’re casually sitting on the edge of the bin, being all nonchalant and feeling cool……

Then you loose your balance ….. and fall in, so very, very embarrassing, in a “having your picture on the front of the News of the World type way!”

Granny Sheila's Snowdrops.

It would have been Granny Sheila’s birthday today, and snowdrops were her very favourite flower. 

Every year she had a small bunch of them for her birthday and when she went to Heaven we planted lots and lots in the garden.

So that she’d be especially in our minds every February 8th.

When we went to look at them, there was a white feather amongst them.

So we know she is definitely watching over us today.

The Stacey Solomon Saga Continues – Calming Darrell Down.

After the excitement of yesterday, I had to send Darrell to bed with a brown paper bag in an effort to stop him hyperventilating ..

….. and calm down!

He is in too much of a state at the moment for me to talk to him sensibly, whatever I say, he just won’t take in!

I shall  tell him that Stacey must have a very busy schedule and that it may take several weeks before he gets a reply to his letter.

So he must learn to get on with everyday life and not take to his bed every time he thinks of her, thinking of him, and getting the collywobbles …..

Possibly One Of The Most Wonderful Days In Darrell’s Life …….. So Far ...

You may recall a week or so ago this message appeared in our chatroom.  At first we were VERY cautious and thought that it might be a joke, BUT after a couple of e-mails we found out it REALLY WAS Stacey Solomon’s dad who had messaged us!  How BRILLIANT is that!!??   Can you imagine the state poor Darrell got himself into?  I had to give him several  paper bags during the rest of the day to stop him hyperventilating!

We decided that sending Darrell in the post was not a very sensible thing to do, so we asked Stacey’s dad if he would give Stacey a card and a present from Darrell if we sent it to him.

I’ve never seen Darrell so happy.  He decided to make Stacey a shopping bag, and put his picture on the front. It was the picture where he looks like a love sick puppy, so I think Stacey will get the message!

He also made her one of his special lucky holey stone bracelets and some chocolate hearts for good measure. He thought she would prefer the chocolate much more than the witchetty grubs she had to eat in the jungle.

 

Then came the task of writing a letter to Stacey, as he wanted to say so much.

He knew it had to be in his best writing without any spelling mistakes, so no pressure!

I told him to just write from his heart......

..... which he did. It bought a huge lump to my throat, as every word was carefully thought out and meant so much to him.

It was very emotional.  Then Darrell realised that he had forgotten to "do" a card for Mr Solomon to say thank you for making this wonderful dream possible.

 

Finally, all that was left to do was to get everything in the envelope and send it to Stacey via her dad, with a little kiss as Darrell sealed it.

Now all we have to do is wait to see if Stacey sends a reply .......

Profiterole Vision?

I had an appointment at the Opticians yesterday.

The optician said I had lovely eyes ….. and that my prescription hadn’t changed since the last time …..

….. but she thought that it might be a good idea to check something called my profiterole vision while I was there.  I said I didn’t think I needed testing for that, as I could spot a profiterole at a hundred yards! She looked at me in a funny sort of way, tutted and led me to another room to where the profiterole vision testing machine was.

 

It was just like an arcade shoot ‘em up game, where I had to press a button as soon as I saw a light, (not a profiterole) appear. It was all a bit odd, but I really didn’t feel I was qualified to ask if the machine was working properly.

Above:-  My interpretation of how a proper Profiterole Vision Testing Machine Screen should look like!

Anyway, after my rather confusing examination, I decided that I may as well choose some new frames.

I thought that these Henley designer frames made me look cute in a geeky sort of way.

These Jaegar ones were the most expensive they had, but well out of my price range.

And these were free, but I think they made me look cross eyed.

I also tried on some prescription sunglasses with my ski trip in mind, but they would have been a tadge extravagant and unnecessary, as I only really need glasses for reading and other intellectual pursuits.

The shocker came when the assistant worked out the total cost of the glasses including lenses. The frames were a bargain at £20, but the lenses took it up to £150,  ….yikes!  Should have gone to Specsavers!!!!

Socks, Pants and Vests

Do you remember us telling you about the posh shop in Wolverhampton where they have all the lovely mirrored furniture that we would like in our house when we are famous, after representing Great Britain in the Eurovision Song Contest, following our unprecedented hat trick win of The X Factor, Britain’s Got Talent and Coach Trip?

Well..........  they have had a sale with 70% off EVERYTHING …..

….. and we were able to afford and purchase this lovely set of mirrored drawers for our pants, socks and vests   …… we are thrilled ….. (but would rather not disclose what we paid at this juncture of time).

We can’t stop looking at it and smiling, we feel truly blessed in a "footballers wives home furnishings" type way . All our pants, socks, and vests are beautifully folded in each drawer, which we have lined with scented drawer liners bought from the reduced Christmas gifts section of Lloyds Chemist. Now we truly know how Her Majesty the Queen must feel when she looks around Buckingham Palace. We feel like queens too, but in a kingly sort of way.

Happy Chinese New Year!

 The Year of the Rabbit

How exciting! We will be celebrating quietly at home by having a Chinese tea from  our favourite takeaway Jade House.

We will probably spend ages poring over the menu, and then end up having our usual Chinese meal of choice.

I predict that Darrell with  have a pancake roll, followed by sweet and sour pork with egg fried rice and I will most likely plump for hot and sour soup, with Gung Po Beef and plain Chow Mein to follow.

We will share a bag of prawn crackers and two banana fritters for pudding (with some squirty cream that we have in the fridge).  Nom, nom, nom.

Gong Xi Fa Cai!

Nigel’s Knitted Toys.

Nigel’s knitted toy collection is growing, so we’ve put  a little storage unit together for him, where he can keep them safe, but the ghost, yellow chick and bunny ALWAYS go to bed with him. The knitted cactus’s make us laugh every time we see them, Nigel has names for them all, but as we can’t really understand what he is saying, we don’t know what they are!

Nigel has also taken to wearing one of the cactus’s hat, what is he like?

Caught In the Act

 

Darrell has bought himself a new “designer” t-shirt, it’s very nice, but a bit on the flash side for me. It’s black with silver writing on that says  “Could I be any cooler?” – which is very much Darrell’s style, especially since he’s gone all hetromexical, or whatever you call it.  However, after he had tried it on and paraded up and down the lounge for ages, he went all furtive and disappeared upstairs ….

Curious, I followed him up after a while and finally found out what he was up to …… he was only wearing my leather jacket and looking at himself in the mirror from ever possible angle, humming “I’m too sexy” ….. oh my life ….

Guilt was written all over his face!  I have to admit my jacket did look rather good on him but what do I do with him?