In which I meet some frogs, but neglect to kiss one. And other snippets

Ah back to work tomorrow!
Back to that sodding manuscript!
This week I WILL make some progress!
Time to coax my cells to work for me…somehow (mine as on belong to me, not of my body). I’m looking forward to a week where nothing catastrophic happens…or at the very least I don’t have to report any incidents to the accident book….we are almost out of plasters thanks to my legendary clumsy streak.

This weekend I met many fish and several frogs. Here is exhibit a
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Frog
And exhibit b
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Same frog, different angle (nice reflections imo)
This guy and his seven friends were hanging out at my gran’s pond. Sunbathing and getting jiggy (frogspawn already being deposited). They were a pretty vocal bunch, and responded to frog imitations from nearby humans. Hehe.
Mumma-moose said the story was that if you kissed one it might turn into a prince….however…we were neither of us game enough to try!!

I got to see the folks in Slovenia on Skype, complete with a serenade of twinkle twinkle 🙂

I often forget that I have Skype, or phone numbers. There are a couple of people that I am a year or more overdue to call…what am I waiting for???

I was privileged to overhear a conversation between SO and Mumma-moose about how I am allegedly obsessive about the horses….and that I’m super selfish due to anorexia…I stopped trying to listen then. I guess they were whispering for a reason; I’d go mental if they said either to me. Me? Obsessive? I’m not the one who hoards 20 boxes of facial tissues in my bedroom :S

Although I’ve spent today doing a big fat nothing, I’m not quite rested (been super sleepy yet restless and gripey) and very keen to plan an away trip in the near future. Now I just need to find someone to accompany me on a weekend adventure to somewhere as SO is work restricted for some time. Any offers or ideas??

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Here I am with Buster, chillin after an epic trotting episode. No stirrups, barely any rein contact. Now I rather assumed that I looked um, Not like a bin bag on horseback. My friend can’t see anything wrong with how I look….bless her, o guess she is desensitised against the unacceptable ugliness of that jacket. This is only the second photo of myself on horseback that j can remember ever seeing. I seriously think a change of hat silk is in order…to a darker velvet one like my old one! Does everyone forget what they look like? Does anyone else get disappointed and embarassed?

Just thought I’d post this pic to remind me that even though I’m missing the horses this week, next week will be great (thought not necessarily elegant).

Inelegant rider…

Too bored and trapped to procrastinate

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This house.
It smells.
Of septic waste.

I shit you not.
Pun intendended.

Whispered secrets. Hushed words.
Brash statements.

Do I want a £1 dvd on how to.paint horses in watercolour? Um. Do I need that? I thought watercolours of horses was one of the few things i did adequately…

I do not belong here. I know that my withdrawn demeanour will not be considered anything to do with sadness or depression, but just being a moody bitch. Knowing that doesn’t make me smile any more.

The fact that I am vegetarian seems to be a perfect excuse to make sure that I don’t eat with the rest of them. The only conversations concerning me and my ‘stuff’ have been how my gran is doing, and how close that crashed helicopter was to my mums house.

Ah. Yeah. I am instructed to stop looking moody. Asked what I want to do…I cannot think of any answer other than ‘be somewhere else, anywhere..’ so i said I didn’t know…

As with the last visit I’m told not to flush tampons or sanitary towels down the toilet else I’ll have to go and fish it out of the drain.

I honestly wonder what on earth kind of cretin they actually take me for.

I’m so bored.

I so want some alone time, or to be able to wash, or even to be able to read something without being made to read the news instead because it will be good for me…

Can’t go and read alone or will be branded antisocial. Sat listening to football commentary. I’ve spent so much of the past 24 hours yawning..I just want to sleep so that leaving seemingly comes sooner.