Day Fifty Eight and Nine - Successful surprise gift for Lettuce

Apologies for another twosie, I seem to have run behind being a right old busy bastard. I woke on Friday morning after just 3 hours sleep feeling the most refreshed and cheerful then I had done in years; so I decided to embrace this mood and left 30 minutes early for Unitard trotting merrily and swinging my hips to the music on my i pood. Unitard was the usual, then I scrunted homo picking up a few bits for Lettuce's birthday present. I then sat up until the early hours sewing and swearing until I finally gave into the cloud of exhaustion which was creeping in...

Woke up Saturday morning feeling the complete opposite of the previous morning. I staggered to the shop with greasy bed head and pillow marks on my face to the corner shop to purchase some cat food as I had forgotten the night before then shlomped home and took great care not to drown in my giant cup of tea. I decided to do a monster clean, un earthed some elderly poo's from behind the telly (not entirely sure why behind the telly is such a poo hot spot, it's so awkward - I've tried) I then washed myself so that my hair would look all fruity for Lettuce. I then mooched over to Sainsbugs for a food shop and to buy cake ingredients. I swanned back home and started to do cake making, then realised I had missed the main ingredient and the local shop (nor any of my neighbours-pah) so made a rather sheepish call to Lettuce to let her know the cake prep would have to happen at hers. I then continued to finish her present.

My Tall friend picked me up and we sped across to his. Lettuce and I threw vegan cake mix around the kitchen for a while and I gave her the gift. Fortunately she loved it, so it was a success! Huzzah, good deed well done. We continued to party like it was 1949 til the very early hours of the morning and then I spent the night with Minky. T'was grand! Happy birthday Lettuce!

Today's photo is of the toilet monitor at Lettuce's house, he's an anti-bacterial bad ass!

Day Fifty Seven - A good deed for all, including me

Today's good deed what supporting my friend in his acting career. He played the lead roll in a really good play. We all went to support; Lettuce, her Tall brother and Wifey. Very funny. So it was a good deed for us all as we all had so much fun, but Peeler did appreciate us being there and even signed our tickets... He wrote the word "Twat" on them first, but I'm sure I could still get a couple of quid for it on e-bay one day...

We all went off into the night drinking (with a brief interlude of Lettuce and I staggering around the Westside in a state of panic as it was empty and lost. We decided that it was a 'Dawn of the Dead' scenario so pretended to be zombie's to insure our safe journey to the Friary. Fortunately we made it there safely then jumped off the high board into a jug of Jager bomb. We had about 20 minutes of laps in there before the rest of them rolled in. Much hilarity and japes continued into the the night and through to the early hours... The clock struck twelve and that meant it was officially Lettuce's birthday! Huzzah! After more intelligent and gripping conversations about 'Cranking' and Wifey and I singing songs from 'The Little Mermaid' and many, many flattering photos we all got turfed out by the door men. I think door men hate people who are hovering round the 30 mark getting pissed and stupid as we appear worse then the teens.

After we left my Tall friend and Peeler rolled around on the floor together for a while and to be honest, no one really knew why. We then shared a shamxi home. T'was a grand night, I do feel very smug about my friends at the moment.

Today's photo is Agnelli, she spent a summer sat on the roof of my shed until is was dark.

Day Fifty Six - Helping my wonderful, be it completely barmy, Mother

Bad nights sleep. So cold I had to curl into a ball under the covers and fall asleep with the electric blanket on, which I NEVER do after two of my good friends put the shits right up me about burning to a crisp in my sleep. Took me ages and when I woke, I was lying on my back and Tom Tom was lying on my chest nose to nose with me.

It was one of those mornings where you catch your arm on everything and trip on nothing. I got into Unitard and ran around the Atrium desperately looking for someone in my Literature class so I could find the room change. I did find it and sat on my own reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and listening to Yann Teirsen. The room it's self was about 5 times the size of our actual class so we were all dotted about like a sneeze. It was much fun as always with Mo flitting about and us all snorting with laughter at all the possible sexual innuendos in Dracula.

I was very good after, I spoke to my lecturers about any problems I was having and how I could snort them then went to my first therapy session to help me pound the remnants of ex partners out of my burley physique. Seems good, I'll be as good as new in no time. With some strapping gent as my bo, sweeeet. Spent the next few hours in the Unitard library resuming my sneaky pose in the corner and more reading before my wonderful Mother called to say she was outside to pick me up.

I retreated outside to see Mum shouting out the window in her very posh accent to the security guard "MY DAUGHTER GOES HERE YOU SEE? WHERE MAY I WAIT?" I climbed into the front seat of their new wheel chair friendly vehicle with Geoff tethered to the back, 'Earwig' they have named him. I gave Geoff some crisps as since his accident he eats like a hamster, but a combination of Mum's whoopy swirvy driving and Geoff's brain damage made the back of Earwig a thrashy cloud of Roysters.

The changes to the house are amazing! all the doors are widened (which is adventageous to me for after large pie consumtion) and the front garden is all posh with the new ramp and flower beds and sacrificial platform as Mum calls it, and Geoff finally has a posh bathroom with shower! So there was a long period of echoy "OOooooooOoooOhhh" in the new bathroom before we all had a communal bath in a cup of tea.

I did some cleaning and cooking for Mum and sorted through all the stuff for free cycle and just did all the little jobs and looked after Geoff so that Mum could just float about and do her school marking without stress. We ate and Mum went to choir. Then the carers came and tumbled Geoff into bed and I have been dicking about in his posh recliner chair for about 30 minutes before I clean the kitchen for Mum's return. I really hope I can come here more, I wish I could help Momma out more, but she did say tonight that my being here helps so much just as she can get stuff done without being disturbed, so that made me feel a little bit better, only a little though.

Photo today is Geoff in 2005 on holiday in our house in France and yet still working. He never had a break from work and Mum always used to say his work would kill him, it didn't kill him, it just gave him brain damage.

Day Fifty four & Five - Gave a gift to a friend and gave blood to a stranger

Combining these to as I was too tired to type by the time I got homo on Monday night so thought I throw it in with Tuesdays.

Monday was all day at Unitard, starting with Cultural Studies in the morning, where we watched snippets of 'The Shining' and I realised that my rucsck had been sprayed on by a stray cat so apologised profusely for the rather pungent room deoduriser I was carrying around with me. I then had 3 hours before psychology where I lurked in the Library revising like a crazy bastard for my in class test. I got to the test and remembered.... NOTHING. I know what things meant and could explain them with graphic detail, I just couldn't actually remember the names of the things. This was hugely frustrating as I never seem to ave the ability to remember words and it drives me up the wall.

I finished early and hopped on the Unitard bus to see Lettuce. We embraced warmly (as it was very cold) and I presented her with a home made key ring. My good deed, if that's what you can call it, was a gift to Lettuce. She did say she liked it as it spruced up her keys which we looking a little on the boring side. We decided to go back to her as it would save her tall brother from having to get me for photo club. So we went on an exciting bus ride to theirs.

Lettuce made me a rather delish vegan sups and I grew increasingly sleepy. As my desire for sleep grew the time to go loomed and my Tall friend dragged me by my hair and threw me in the back of the car and off we headed to photo club.

We haven't been for ages and it was a competition night between different clubs. I was getting sleepy and my Tall friend was being hoity about me being wriggly. He dropped me home and slid up the stairs and under the covers, followed by all the cats who joined me there in unison. zzzz

Tuesday I woke by the sound of Mittens making a very curious noise. It turned out Eyebrows had come round and Mittens had sensed this so was letting off some kind of warning siren. I then discovered that both my electric and my gas had gone so I slunk off to town with my bag full of gubbins, including Atticus as I decided I would steal both the Wifi and electricity from Quad.

I found a corner to lurk in Quad, emptied my bag onto the table and 'worked'. I do find it hard to concentrate on anything when in cafe's as I love to watch people. Everyone facinates me so much. Like the beardy man who refused to move from the seat with the only plug socket even though he wasn't eating or drinking anything, or the old woman with learning disabilities squealing with utter joy when her friend poured her tea from the tiny tea pot, or the man offering his friends some home made biscuits with a look of evil genius spread across his face. All these things are much more exciting the anything else. I would love to be a people watcher and documenter, I could take photos and report it all. Or is that just stalking? either way, i'd love to have it as a job please.

After Atticus ran of battery and the beardy gent refused to move I had to see what else I had in my bag of tricks... There was all snorts so I settled down and bummed about until I had to go and give blood. I did the usual of filling out the forms, then getting questioned about the questions on the forms (have you knowingly had sex with someone who has aids? do you have malaria? are you sure that's not a syphallitic boil on your face? etc) After this I launched into a hoarty debate about why gay men can't donate blood whilst I ate the only Ritz biscuit there was. So my good deed was donating blood to someone for the 5th time I think, and standing up for gay men's rights to give blood (amen) apparently lesbians have the best blood so come on gay ladies - roll up your sleeves!

I then went back to Quode, skuttled about with Wifey for a bit before Lettuce arrived. We were not sure where to go after so decided to just walk. It turned out that we were meant to walk to the Friary. We got VERY excited about the new decor there and fluffed around outside drinking lager then the inevitable jager bomb raised it's glorious head. I then went home and froze to death in my bed.

The contents of my bag, excluding Atticus and the occasional emergency tampon.

Day Fifty Three - A good deed for me.

Woke early this morning bright and cheery. Had some breakfast, put on my coat; and abseiled down the inside wall of my freezer. I was more then completely certain there was some food in there. After about 30 minutes of hacking about with a pick axe I un-earthed an entire raw duck (???!!) something very suspect in a tupperware I thought I'd lost and a bag of ice that Lettuce and I bought on a drunken trip to Sainsbugs... mmm slim pickings. I climbed back up the inside of the freezer and burst out onto the kitchen floor. As I lay there panting and snapping the icicles off my nostrils I decided that I need to up my game a little in life. I was bounding towards 30 on a space hopper and I cannot afford a proper food shop. I decided that today I would do a good deed for me.

So first of all I had some tea and toast and tugged on my beard until some ideas popped out of something I had not done for a while. I decided some mindless 'Stumbling' would be a good idea, just as I did my good friend Bean popped on line after her trip over seas, so I had a nice chat to her, has felt like she's been gone for months as we usually talk everyday, was nice to have her back. I decided to cook myself a cheese free pizza which was actually really nice. My eyes bigger then my massive tummy, felt a little sorry for myself after. The decided to embark upon some of my arty farty projects I 'started' years ago. Did some sketches of naked ladies, something I always enjoyed and oddly something I was good at. Then I got one of the old wooden chairs I had stored into the back garden and went at it with the blow torch. Art is fun. I need to do loads more to it, but couldn't find my electric sander (Chuck) and will need that before I can continue it. I did burn a couple of other things, it's fun being a partial pyromaniac.

Then decided to do a proper clean of the front room, which I also love doing and then I rolled around taking some ninja style photos... Well, I say ninja... I clambered down to floor level to take some shots then spent several minutes with my bottom in the air wheezing and trying to stand again. I cannot fathom why I am still single. I am going to have a nice bath snortly and read before a hearty dance round the kitchen and then some more drawing and painting. What a jolly day. And I hope that you to had a jolly Sunday-day x

Ooh dear, my neighbours have started listening to what sounds like hard house. I fear that there come back for my belting out concerts daily is being retaliated with banging tunes. In fairness it is only 16:55, lets see what noises they make late this evening. 

Today's photo is the charred edges of my chair. It starts....

Day Fifty Two - Planned a surprise for my friend

I woke today at 11:30! I have not slept in like that for years, I would have slept longer but it was not my house. I slunk out of bed, catching a glimpse of my self in Lettuce's bedroom mirror; I am one of those lucky people who, no matter how little sleep i've had, always looks like a mugging victim in the morning. I found my tall friend reading in his room shaking his head at me for being a lazy bastard. I tumbled down the stair and embraced Minky in the kitchen and then dipped my toes into a large cup of tea before my Tall friend drove me home.

After I was forced out of his moving car opened my front door to all the cats all very excited to see me, and even more excited at the prospect of not having to share their food anymore. They actually seemed to like being locked in, so that's a massive bonus. After wasting 2 hours drinking cups of tea and 'Stumbling' round the internet (a new very addictive webshite I was introduced to) I forced myself out the door to nip to Sainsbugs to buy a very meager  food shop. I managed to get in several peoples ways as I was prancing about the place listening to my i-pod pretending I was in some shit musical using my trolley as a prop. I think I should save this musical dramtizations for when the supermarkets are slightly less busy.

Felt decidedly more cheery then I had in ages, possibly due to the epic slumber, so skuttled about the house being twattish and singing in a hugely operatic fashion. I did notice that I heard my neighbours cough, which means they must hear EVERYTHING I do. I have deduced that they either love my daily concerts (ranging from hard rock to Disney with the occasional opera thrown in for good measure, and even the occasional advert) or their seething hatred for me is building in their bellies which will conclude in some kind of horrific tortured death. I hope they pre-warn me if it is the latter.

My good deed, which can't really be classed as a good deed, is to try and arrange a surprise for a good friend, I cannot say what it is, but I hope it works out as they'll love it. I really hope it'll work.

I managed to spend the rest of the day 'stumbling' around the internet again, then I concluded my evening by watching Slum dog millionaire for the first time. It really is brilliant. It does have to be said though, has the most irrelevant dance at the end - Pour quoi?

Today's photo is of Nelson, I shall stop having cat photos up here, I promise. I just thought she looked so cute and coy in the sunlight.

Day Fifty One - Fare well to Jason your abilty to shite your body weight twice a day shall forever be admired

Had a hearty Disney concert in the shower with an Indian accent interlude for Pocahontas's 'Just around the river bend', I like to keep my neighbours on their toes.  I fed the cats and let Jason eat in the kitchen with the others for the last time, his food snarling seems to have ceased which is good as it'll make him better with other cats. Wifey arrived and we cuddled him and poured him into Minky's cat carrier, he made a very disgruntled grumble as he mooched in. Off we set Nottingham bound, it was a long journey but he was very calm and inquisitive and NO POO! The Cat's Protection building was a lovely old house and there was a very cute three legged black cat with cataracts who greeted us and another black and white cat who chewed on my pen as I filled out the forms. He seemed a bit scared but upon hearing he had an electric blanket and a massive bowl of food cheered up. Wifey and I used all our strength not to bring home all the little blue eyed kittens. Wifey took me to lunch at Bluebell Farm to cheer me up and we got to try all the homemade ice cream made from their cow's cow juice. We did plan to sneak under the sneeze guard when the woman's back was turned but she cottoned on to our plan.

My first good deed, was to donate Jason so that some lonely person somewhere can enjoy his little fluffy heart and irritable bowels.

Wifey and I splashed through the epic rainfall in town and went to one of my favourite shops in town called 'Boo' which sells only fair trade and queer gubbins, I picked up my 8 mile vintage scarf that was being held for me. I love it, wrapped round me 5 times and both ends still drag along the floor, I look like a cartoon character. Wifey purchased a poorly jumper and looked radiant in it. We went for a single beer at the Friary and wished we could spend the whole day there drinking and inadvertently staring at the Hobbit barman's ludicrously large cock from within his slacks. We parted weeping loudly and shouting our anger at not being able to spend all our time together. I got the bus and she skuttled off to Lobster's birthday party.

I got home and swooshed around before my Tall friend arrived a little earlier then I had thought to pick me up, so leapt into his car and sped forth to his. Second good deed was cooking my Tall friend and his lovely mother a steak dinner. Attempted to watch a couple of films but got blocked by the wrong language or by the fact it was massively shite. We ended up watching a good ghosty problem un till Minky got in a brawl and hurt her leg. Spent the evening staggering around the house getting lots of sympathy. Poor old Minky.

Slept better then I had in ages in Lettuce's beautiful pod. She is in Londinium, I had planned to leave her a treat but didn't get it finished in time, it's finished now though... he he he

Bye bye little Jason xxx

Day Fifty - Halfway through... Not feeling like any have been good enough yet

Halfway through eh? Shall be odd not doing this anymore and I fear I shall irritate my friends by talking more bollocks then usual as I shall no longer have a healthy output on here. I am sensing this stopping shall be detrimental to us all. I also can't believe how quickly 50 days goes by. I sign of getting older I fear. When all of a sudden it's June - you fart and it's Christmas. I remember asking how long it would be til my 6th birthday and my mum replied "Twelve weeks" and me being utterly mortified. Those Twelve weeks took FOREVER. Now I get a letter saying "you have twelve weeks to pay this fine" and I think "Fuck! where the bollocky shite am I going to get the money for that from in twelve weeks!" aaaah to be six and perpetually on the birthday/ Christmas present count down.

I went to bed at 19:00 last night, it was brilliant. Around 2am the cat attacks started and continued til about 5am. I got up at 8am after hitting the snooze button 47 times. Shlomped around the house scratching my arse through my hippo pyjama's and being utterly bemused as to why everything was out of focus until after about 23 minutes of me holding all the tins up to my nose until I found the cat food I realised I hadn't put my glasses on.  I noticed that Crasher didn't come down for dinner and was still asleep, usually she's quacking away whilst i'm sat on the toilet and brushing my teeth. Not today so decided to poke about her person to see if I could see any jutting bones or open wounds. She looked very pissed off and went straight back to sleep so decided I'd keep an eye on her for the next day or two.

Showered, flattened my hair, put my i-pod onto something sleepy and slinked out the door. Decided that I would get the Uni bus when I got to town as I needed to fetch some loot from the only cash machine that lets you draw out fivers (gold dust) and the bus stop was right there so I perched there waiting for the bus and reading Dracula. I kept on getting distracted silly hair cuts and one old man on a mobility cart doing drive by barkings, as a result I read the same paragraph several times.

English was my first lecture, I do like English. Aside from the utter twat who sits in front of me being wrongfully smug about everything and insisting on voicing her poorly thought out jokes, it's all good. We had a PGCE student so the lovely Mo just flitted about at the back of the class banging into the window before settling on her perch and having a well deserved preen. I sad with the boys, as I always do, and squirted water at Liam every time he looked like he was about to seethe to boiling point. My good deed for today, helping Liam under stand war poetry and Onomatopoeia, (incidentally one of my favourite things) He got there eventually and then was very dismayed at not wearing his batman pants. English to him is Maths to me, I am helping him next week with his essay he's had to re-submit. He's going to help me with my Maths. We then had a rather heated debate about which subject was more pointless.

Walked into town to buy a new cat flap and met my Tall friend so we could buy tickets to see our actor friend in Romeo & Juliette next week. We got seats as close to the front as possible so we could all wear large wigs and jumpers with immature dorbings on them. He kindly drove me home and I threw a vase at his face then went in and attached the new cat flap in a manly fashion. No strays tonight - oooh no!

Brown Bunny came to visit, which is always a pleasure and I don't see her enough. We did the usual of drinking tea and getting tangled into the You Tube cycle. Grand. We set a date for some gentle boozing where in she gets to meet my very dear friends. They'll all love each other, just the right amount though - no one wants some kind of group Mongolian cluster fuck going off in the beer garden at the Friary - No one.

Crasher came down to eat. And has gone back upstairs in a grumbly way. I'll bury my face into her downy fluff later, i'm sure she'll love that. All my friends do. Jason goes tomorrow, his last night here, shall miss his oddly large balls and epic shites.

Today's photos I took at the Innocent festival in Londinium in 2008. This little girls mum was swinging her back and forth and not once did she take her eyes of her big brothers ice cream.

Day Fourty Nine - No sleep

It was a strange good deed which occurred in the early hours of this morning after my hope of an early night had be twatted right in the face. I got a message pop up on Face book from a friend I have known for about 11 years. He appeared a little off, and was talking about how he wished that when we had first met he had chosen a different path to the one he was on now. After some gentle talking down of a ledge he came to the terms that he was happy, but felt he had lost his identity since life had rushed by so fast.

It's not good that so many people are feeling so depressed these days. It's this gloopy weather I fear. Had a very, VERY bad nights sleep and a bit of a wank day. So I shall go now and leave you with a shot of the Red Sea which I took just before I leapt into it for a dive.... ooooh wish I were there now. Bet I'd get some bastard sleep there!

Day Fourty Eight - Donating a door

Cold nearly gone now so I am feeling much less of a snotty grot box, probably still looking massively disheveled though I imagine. Bounded out of bed, stripped the sheets and fluttered around the house like Cinderella. Had a bath with my new swanky bath oil, Tom Tom randomly leapt onto my breasticles scratching the shite out of them and resulting in him getting covered bath oil... spent the rest of the day looking like an extra from Westside Story. Me looking like I got mauled by an Ocelot.

My first good deed, although somewhat feeble, was to donate a door to my neighbour. Not for putting in a room in the house, but for chopping up for fire wood. The lady of the house is a big fan of Tom Tom, he meets her from work everyday so he popped round with me. She wasn't very well but was cheered up from our visit and commented on Tom Tom's new slick look. He was rolling around and being very cute, waving to her in my arms and looking like a handsome gent.... as soon as we got round the corner he took a swift bite out of my arm. He's all for show that cat.

Eyebrow's popped round to with his dirty clothes so my second good deed was doing his washing for him. My deeds have been pretty shit today people, so I do apologise. Am going to leap into bed for an early night now, up early to hike to Unitard... nothing like the dew dusted prostitutes stumbling about the streets to make your morning walk all that fresher.

Today's photo is of the rather beautiful Tom Tom. Accidental cat theme going on here.

Day Fourty Seven - Continuing to help the hairy fiend

Hairy friend came round on Sunday evening and I stood and listened and advised him for a couple of hours. A completely broken man, I did try and feed him as he hadn't eaten or slept for a few days, but he gratefully declined. So rammed him full of sugary tea and as many wise words as I could offer. He left around midnight and I pootled off to bed. Was woken at 6am the following morning with a really upsetting message from him. I went to text him back but woke 4 hours later with the phone still in my hand... I was exhausted and still not well.

I walked into a Uni and back and continued to console my Hairy friend via the medium or instant message (and dance, although he could not appreciate the latter) He seemed a lot better and had finally bathed, as I pointed out that smelling bad was neither big, nor clever. He had also contemplated food and was able to make jokes, so I was glad that I helped.

Sorry the good deed has been the same for the passed few days. I am sure tomorrow it'll be something completely different!

Spent the rest of the evening having a cyber date with Wifey. We both had a bottle of wine and Skype on the go. T'was a lovely evening, we chatted for 5 hours and laughed hysterically. Later in the eventide Lobster joined in, sad he was a little disheartened as when he got in he could hear my dulcet tones echoing down the stairs and got all skippity and excited as he thought I was round. Sadly I was only there facially and audibly. Shall see them soon though, may scrant round there on Thursday en route back from Unitard.

Today's photo.... A large cup of tea in my giant "Ugly Dickhead" mug which my sister lovingly bought me many years ago for my 21st birthday. Sibling love certainly is an un-breakable seal.

Day Fourty Four, Five and Six - No internet for three days. Therefor no blogging

Trip to Newcastle to stay with my wonderous sister. I rarely see her as she is a doctor in a hospital so is always massively busy. T'was fantastic to see her, I miss her so much and am so proud of her. Funniest person in the world.

This shall be very quick as my hairy friend has just text to say he doesn't think he can cope so I think he's going to come over here. My good deeds were helping Hairy friend, buying drinks, entertaining my sisters friends and holding the door open for some very rude georgies. No one says thank you, tsk tsk.

I leave you with a photo of my sisters cat Otis.

Day Fourty Three - The Ultimate Agony Aunt

Really bad nights sleep last night. Woken repeatedly by stray cats trying to get in the house then just screaming like bastards about every 27 minutes. So although I went to bed early it was very disturbed. I over slept and had to get a taxi to Uni. Found some of the ladies from my English class huddled together like sheep in the Atrium, completely perplexed as to where our lecture was that morning, so I calmed them down and said I would find out for them. After 20 minutes (12 minutes of that spent going up and down in an apparently pissed elevator) I came running back to them, to tell them where it was to find they had gone. I raced up to the ninth floor to see them all sat there. First good deed, A/ not needed and B/ not appreciated.

Presentation went fine, they liked the advert.  Nice to see my old retired raver friend. Then skipped off homewards listening to i pod pretending to be in a film. Got home and noticed an e-mail from my hairy friend, looks like his girlfriend and him have broken up again and he was mortified. So I chatted to him via e-mail for a while as he was too upset to talk. I'll talk to him again after the weekend, he said I help and that he always appreciated that I was always there for him even if he hadn't contacted me for months. Which is usually the case, but it isn't something to bother me. So second good deed was definitely appreciated.

I did my homework, war poems, which I do love. Anything historical, especially the wars, I love. Listen to The Grave byDon Mclean whilst I did just to get in the ol' trenches mood. Halfway through that my friend contacted me, again online, for some advice on her relationship. She seemed to feel a lot better after a while. I think sometimes people need confirmation that their feelings are stupid or an over reaction. So third good deed done.

I continued to work when there was an enormous slamming sound on the big bay windows of my front room. Both myself and the cat's scattered. I ran upstairs to see if I could see anyone, but the well lit street was desserted. So I called my neighbour who very kindly agree'd to meet me outside to scope the area. Stood chatting to her for a while, she to is having stresses with her other half. I found myself very aware at how content I was to still be single. Almost everyone I spoke to, when I decided to leave Eyebrows this time last year, told me that after a couple of months I would feel very lonely and want a new man in my life... It's been a year, and I really am OK with being on my own. So a fourth good need, listening to a neighbour.

I am glad I did more good deeds today, and that three of them were good ones, as I missed out on a couple of days when I had bad days and selfishly didn't make time for someone else. I am going to bed now, it's Newcastle tomorrow. I cannot wait to spend time with my sisters!

I have no photo for today, but like to add photos as photos are my life. So here is Nelson out of focus.

Day Fourty two - Amusing the Wifey when I should be doing my English assignment

Not a huge deed today. It simply consisted of amusing Wifey on Skype and on the phone for roughly 5 hours in total today. In fairness it was far from self-less as in mainly consisted of hackity laughter as usual. We agree'd that it would be a lot better if we just had a live feed to each others houses so we can watch each other mooch about, but it would go all pixelated when we were on the toilet or in the shower, like The Sims. We'd get paid for this of course... *sigh* if only.

I am now planning out my presentation on Keynote (that's power point to you PC users - pah!) talking about an advertisement of my choice for 15 minutes. After hours of doing advert searches I decided upon this one as I can talk about it and get enough research for it. I also liked the style. My Tall friend informed that he thought it was boring, so I really hope I don't fail due to everyone being massively bored..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_e2fhtsaa8

Day Fourt one - hiking in the rain or shlomp on the sofa watching films that make you scream?

Woke up bright and early feeling smug at my decision to purchase an electric blanket, and raring to go on the hearty walk in the Peaks. Fed the millions of cats that were spilling about of every available crevice then sauntered into the shower, feeling twice as smug upon the discovery that there was no cat poo anywhere in the house (apart from lurking in the odd feline colon) and had a bit of a musical medley whilst hosing down my scraggly locks.

I squeezed myself into several layers including my thermals, had a bit of a bogel round the kitchen to The Temper Trap as last years album is my divorce theme tune, and then started to prepare sarnies for my Tall friend and Lettuce so we could perch upon some rocky out crop and yam them down. At the same time I spent about 12 minutes on the phone to the hotline for giving blood trying to find a day for my next appointment as they were rather inconveniently only at uni the one day I wasn't there, and was only in town on the days I was at Uni. After going through my Do Do pad and the chaps computer screen we found a day, hurrah! So the first good deed for today, made an appointment to give blood, even though it makes me look like a crack whore after and they never have the savory biscuits. I do often wonder where all my blood goes. Maybe the person who gets it adapts some of my idiosyncrasies? Imagine waking up after surgery and suddenly naming all your house hold objects, or arguing with yourself in strong Scottish brogue or just simply having to listen music everyday. That wouldn't be so bad. So not only am I donating my blood, i'm also donating some of my qualities that i'm sure thousands find endearing....

Shortly after that I had a swift converse with my tall friend and deduced that due to the fact that the weather was looking rather glib and not ideal for taking photos and Lettuce was feeling jet lagged with a large dollop of snotty grot cold, that perhaps a day of watching films would be better. So we came to the conclusion that he would come and pick me up and I would provide the sandwiches. My second good deed of the day, feeding my friends.

T'was a delightful day. Got to see Lettuce after almost three weeks and I had missed her face hugely. Watched films with ghost rape and people scraping of their skin with a wire sponge and a rather delightful scene where a vegetarian is forced to the bring of starvation resulted in her eating a warm, week old maggot steak. This lead to me convulsing and screaming on the sofa in a very delicate fashion.

Am now comfy on my sofa watching my cluttered up sky plus listening to Mittens snore on the head rest of the sofa, about to fall face first into a vegan lasagne. Sweeeeeeeeeet.

Day Fourty - (missed a few as I couldn't get on here so am going to write one of the good deeds in there)

Feeling slightly stupid after stressing for days that I couldn't get onto my blog then discovered that I had repeatedly been trying to sign in using the wrong e-mail. Not entirely sure why as it was an e-mail address I never use anymore. Evidently the new year has replaced all my common sense with out of date corned beef sandwiches, thus proving - I am an idiot.

I shall make this one brief and continue my full burblings tomorrow. I shall put on of my little deeds from last week as it is accompanied by a rather beautiful photo (if I do say so myself) My tall friend and I decided to venture out into the snowy peaks for some photo opportunities for next years Christmas cards. It was stunning, just like when I was small, and after a few hours of gentle arguing about whether or not we were traipsing in the right direction, we deduced that we were not and had to head back.

On the way back I held a heavy gate open for two old ladies, they were thankful, so a little good deed. I also got to see the sun setting on the snow.. beautiful

After getting back to the car we realised that the view we wanted was in fact yards from the parked car. Oops. So returning back tomorrow, this time with the pleasure of a recently Americanized Lettuce. More sandwiches this time and less bragging about my Duke of Edinburgh map reading skills, I think they may have gone out of date.

Day Thirty one & two........ searching for a good deed

I have done two days in one as I was only awake for about 4 hours on New Years Day and that was primarily filled with vomit and flailing about. So I fear, that officially. Yesterday I did nothing for another human. I did feed the cats and let all of them sleep with me in my giant comfy bed. Felt that because I was suffering in a very dramatic and horrific fashion, they could at least be lounging around on a comfy bed. That could be classed a good deed? a good deed for my feline friends - including the shit bubble, commonly known as Jason, so that's got to class as one.

I am going to walk to Sainsbugs' to hunt out a good deed (and a tiny radio) I shall find something, even if I cause it, I shall do one!     oooh, snow!