Bell ringing in the proverbial sense.

Indeed - some bits and bobbeth I am currently enjoying:

Podcasts - now it is long established that I'm not the sharpest tool in the box when it comes to all things technological but given that I have an iPhone and I am able to use iTunes with minimal supervision it has amazed me how I have only just discovered the audible feast of podcasts. I mean, HELLO!, they're free! I am shaking my head with disgust but hey ho, at least I am missing them no more.

I am particularly enjoying the Adam and Joe podcasts. Silly silly boys. I encourage you to join in the mayhem.

I have been making some little pieces of jewellery recently. Nothing blingy or fancy but I am getting a slight kick out of creating something and being able to wear it.

Mary Portas (below) is my new hero. She rawks dude. She kicks retail ass.

Self righteous guff

I'm feeling more than a little smug at the moment as I am still on my weekly "just been punching the crap out of a big bag 'o' sand" high. It's wonderful. I ache all over, I feel like I earned my dinner tonight. Now, how do I bottle this? And more to the point, why does this feeling disappear so quickly?

Every time I drive away from a boxing session I think to myself, "I need to pull my finger out and do that more often", but I never do. Why is that? WHY?

I wish I could kick my own unmotivated arse sometimes.

The murky world of mortgages

Operation house buying is a go-go. I repeat. A go go people.

All I'll say is that we have made an offer that has been accepted and we are now proceeding with mortgage applications - or more to the point, a man called Phil is doing the paper pushing and telephone chasing on our behalf.

If I continue to discuss this, verbally or otherwise, I get far too excited and considering it isn't officially ours yet I don't want to end up in a puddle of mascara tainted tears if it all turns to shite.

So, I'll leave it there.

A week of wonder

It's Monday. Bleurgh. Double bleurgh as I woke up convinced it was still the weekend.

I'm writing this at 814am at work but due to the restrictions of all things fun on NHS computers I'll have to upload it to the blog later today, when I get home and that. However, due to a miscommunication and a small hissy fit - it is actually now Wednesday evening and this is only just being uploaded. However, please pretend that it is still Monday 22nd June 2009.

So, a cool week has been had.

The weekend brought much delight in the form of bricks and mortor. We found an 'ickle house that we both like, in an area we both like, with a journey to work we both like, at a price that only makes us vomit slightly into our own hands. In all honesty, I love this house and am trying to be very sensible and level headed about the whole thing as we have realised that SO many things can go wrong with this process and it could be snatched away from us at any minute. We're going back for a second viewing on Wednesday, where we shall take a tape measure and make sure that our pretend furniture can fit in.....

We went to sunny Brighton yesterday for a family meal at Jamie Olivers gaff. It was pleasant, the food was nice (Squid for starters and Pumpkin & Ricotta Ravioli since you asked) the atmosphere appealing - unpretentious which is what I like. I must say that I wasn't particularly blown away - I thought I would be given that it is a celebrity chefs restaurant. We also visited Jamie Olivers shop called 'Recipease' - you see what he's done there? Clever boy. Now, this shop is pretentious. £15 for a candle in a terracotta pot. You can whistle for it mate. Pukka.

A conclusion drawn many years ago by so many women. Dieting sucks. And blows. A double whammy. I have eaten a lot to make me gain weight this week - the peanut butter and chocolate icecream with the peanut butter and chocolate rice krispie base that I made (damn you Phil Vickery) - probably didn't aid in the fat fighting this week. Coupled with the still distinct lack of exercise, have been boxing but nada else. Zip. Nowt. Nada. Bugger all. Actually, in all honesty, I think a two pound gain is getting off quite lightly.

Anyhoo, ta-ra for now.

3's about me

Three

...names I go by:
1. Amy

2. Frances
3. Ford

...jobs I have had in my life:
1. Clinical Trials Co-ordinator

2. The strop-monster
3. Queen Bee

...places I've lived:
1. Isleworth
2. King's Lynn

3. The edge of reality

...shows that I watch
1. E.R.
2. Home & Away

3. Recently became obsessed with "Mary, Queen of Charity Shops"

...places I have been
1. My bathroom
2. Asda

3. Amsterdam

...people who e-mail me regularly
1. Donna
2. The mothership
3. Nut jobs at work & other such colleagues

...of my favourite foods
1. Toasted bagels with cream cheese and jam (trust me on that one)
2. Sloppy Joes a la Kris
3. It might be easier to list foods I don't like....

...friends I think will respond:
1. Maybe Donna
2. Yup, that's it.
3.

...things I am looking forward to:
1. Being a homeowner
2. Finishing my MSc
3. Owning a dog somewhere between point number 1 and point number 2

Head trauma

Today I saw a man get his head stuck between the doors of the 237 to Shepherds Bush.

True Story.

Thought for the day.

A coin worth 99 English pennies.

Now, there's a thought.

Randomberry

It's 10pm on a Friday night. I'm 26, eating porridge with yoghurt, watching SuperNanny in my pyjamas and I couldn't be happier.

So, in a previous blog I mentioned the wonderful job. I was offered an interview but declined to go after a chat with the boss. Long story short, I'm better off where I am for a couple of years. The wonderful job in all it's wonderance wonder will come up again, hopefully at a time when I have finished my MSc and am not looking to buy a house. Speaking of my MSc, have finished the first year already! Ohmygoodnessgraciousme that time has gone so fast. I now have until Sept to "sort myself out" and by that I mean drop a few pounds, get some new clothes and sort me face oot.

The last one is being helped by a new obsession with youtube makeup tutorials....I know, I know. I can already feel you judging me. There's these two sisters who are very American, ridiculously young and gorgeous and know everything and I mean EVERYTHING about makeup! I'm unashamedly hooked. My Benefit obsession has been switched back on which is worrysome for my wallet.

So what else is new? Well, we found a farmers organic market in Hampton. Wait, I'll start that one again. We discovered Hampton first off. A lovely little place just the other side of Twickenham - thats the cool thing about house hunting - we are finding all these little nooks and crannys that are just gold. You also need a lot of gold to live in Hampton, either that or a rich elderly parent. So, we found this farmers market place, check out the cow. I am now enjoying the "freedom organic lager" which has a "golden caramel taste'. It sounds like pretentious old piffle but actuuuuuually is rather pleasant, much more civilised that the eight pints of wife beater I used to drink in my youth. I've misplaced my youth, have you seen it? It'll be hiding somewhere alongside a bag of confidence and a pinch of reality.

La la la x