Back Together

I'm here! I'm actually here. And what am i doing? I'm blogging!

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It's all OK though. McBride is at a rehearsal so after a quick reunion, he headed off again. He'll be back in about an hour and until then, I'm here, waiting.

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Ah, the reunion!

Well, My flight was delayed by half an hour. My bus from the airport into Edinburgh Centre was caught in roadwork traffic. My bus from Edinburgh to Glasgow got stuck on the motorway and it poured down with rain. But none of that mattered one teeny tiny bit. Because I walked into the bus terminal and there he was.

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It's weird, I can remember every single second of it but at the same time, it all happened so fast I can't remember a thing.

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He walked towards me, a huge smile covered his face, I smiled and raised my shoulders (that's my official 'I'm uber happy' smile.) I walked really quickly and just grabbed him and puled him so close to me I stopped breathing. I don't remember saying anything. I don't think he said anything either. It was just the biggest hug physically possible to man. I thought my ribs would break and I'm sure he could hear my heart beating through all the layers of clothing. (autumn in Glasgow after all!)

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After what felt like both an eternity and a milisecond at the same time, He pulled away and smiled again 'Hey you'

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That was me hooked all over again. It is possible to fall in love with someone more than once. I know that. But oh my god, it was such an amazing moment. I kinda wish you were there.

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That would have been weird though.

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Dolly Mixtures * White Roses * Polka Dots * James Stewart * Chocolate Buttons * Tuna Melt Paninis * Eye Liner * Duvets * Bubble Baths * Clouds * Steven Fry * Bangles * Old Rock Music * Facebook * Sigur Ros * Stars * Butterflies * Toast And Marmite * Audrey Hepburn * Disney Movies * Nail Varnish * Sushi * Skinny Jeans * Green Tea * Blueberry Muffins * Christmas * Ebay * Accessorize * Birthdays * Rose Wine * Kopperberg * Betty Crocker Brownie Mix * Slippers * Turkish Delight * Shakespeare Plays * Adam And Joe Podcasts * Hugs * Irn Bru * Pickled Onion Monster Munch * Soap And Glory * Big Necklaces * Long Letters * Sunshine * Dancing * White Russians * Popcorn * Ben And Jerrys * Mario Kart Racing * Iphones * Bubble Machines * Tri Colour Pasta * Braeburn Apples * New Look * Greggs Steak Bakes * Yoga * Sleeping *

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Add all this happiness together, and you have a bout one tenth of the happiness I'm feeling right now.

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Five days!!!!

A Demonstation

I was wandering around town today looking for bargains (and new slippers) And I wandered into Anne Summers. (they had a sale on and... hell, I don't have to justify! I like the underwear!)

Then I got a text from a friend at work, so I multi tasked. I text back "Strong mints help me when mine hurts" (he had a sore throat) and continued to wander round.

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As I looked up from the phone, I found myself surrounded by...Grown up things! I had obviously walked into the 'over 18' Section. I actually gasped slightly.

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Now, I'm not saying this stuff shocks me. I know what it is, I know what it's for and there's nothing wrong with them. I just wasn't expecting to look up from a text about strong mints and come face to face with a big purple...ladies friend! (Steffi calls them bobs, Battery Operated Boyfriends) I looked around with a look that I believe was a cross between confusion and amusement. I must have looked slightly scared as well as a shop assistant came over.

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"Would you like a demonstration on anything?"

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What? Are you going to get naked? Is this legal? Are you going to make me get naked? Is this a wind up? A demonstration? What? Shouldn't we at least have coffee first? Bit forward aren't we?

All these questions whizzed through my head in a matter of seconds but all I could physically do was stare at her. Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye. And I tell no lie, the first words I said after I was offered a hopefully legal demonstration was...

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"Dirty pillow?"

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Yep, get in there Charley, grab your coat, you've pulled!

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What I had seen was a fluffy pillow in the shape of lips under a sign that said 'Dirty Pillows'. The shop assistant looked slightly scared then said 'Yes, it's a pillow that when you press it, It talks dirty to you.'

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Why would I want that? A pillow that spat out automated innuendoes? Oh god. I need to get out of this scary place! I just smiled and said 'Mmm, maybe another time' (hopefully I steeped the remark in irony. I'd rather she didn't think I was serious.)

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Want to hear the scary bit? I went to find it online to show Steffi what I meant. It's not there!

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Oh god, was it some kind of weird non sexy pillow dream?

All Better Now

Yeah, Migraines! What's that about?

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For two days, was at the point where I would have gladly cut of my own head with a blunt butter knife. I actually believe it would have hurt less! I couldn't open my eyes, I couldn't see, I was sick, I was dizzy, By golly I was absolutely pants! Illness is Pants! It's all Pants!! (for some reason I feel that Pants should become a proper noun in this post and therefore hold a capital P.)

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But luckily, Today I feel a lot better. So here's another list. I feel it's necessary (never eat cakes, eat sardine sandwiches and remain young!)

1: I received an Email today from a lovely lady who referred to me and Missus Lovely Pants. (I will Email you back my lovely, I promise)

2: Me and my manager spent three quarters of an hour today trying to assemble a single Christmas decoration. I was hard! But I laughed a lot.

3: I have the day off tomorrow. Which means I can do what the hell I like. I might go shopping, I might chase pigeons around the park, I might hold up a jewellers. (Although that's highly unlikely!)

4: My bedroom is uber tidy. Which makes me feel less stressed. I even made my bed this morning, something I very rarely do.

5: It only nine, yes NINE days until I get to see him again!

And about that...

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In my head, this is how our reunion will go.

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I'll have beautiful music on my Ipod (probably Sigur Ros or Florence and The Machine) And I'll have my hair in a messy but beautiful style. I'll be wearing lovely new clothes and my favourite perfume (Paul Smith Rose)

I'll hop off the train and look around. Just as the music reaches a breathtaking crecendo, he'll appear, holding two cups of coffee. He'll spot me and struggle in a slightly comedic way to find somewhere to put them down. He'll find somewhere and put them down just as I reach him. His arms will fly out and I will fall into him, (probably crying slightly) We will then have a big kiss that will make passers by slightly nausious. Then we'll walk hand in hand out of the station.

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How will it go in the real world?

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I'll be annoyed because My Ipod has run out of battery. He'll be late. I'll find him up the road, all running and out of breath and I'll look at him and say.

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You're late, You're Amazing, I've missed you!

One Month Down

How quickly did that whizz by? mmm?

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So, It's the 18th October. It's been a whole month since i last saw him (apart from pixelated on skype) and I have to admit that It's been....OK.

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So I'm freezing in bed, so what? OK, I've had chapped lips for weeks from lack of smoochies, meh! When i think about it, I've lost so many things I never even thought about on the train platform.

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Warm feet to put my frozen ones on * A pocket on his coat that's big enough for both our hands * Sharing a hot cup of tea and talking about how crap the weather is * Tickle fights on a Sunday morning to keep warm * Arguing over who's going to go out in the cold darkness when we've run out of sugar * two arms surrounding me from behind when I'm shivering at the bus stop * A kiss on the nose when it's sore from a cold *

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It's easier to get by than it was. But inside, it's getting worse and worse. I think it's because of the change in weather. I was always so grateful for him when the weather was cold and I lost feeling in my toes. So many things I took for granted that I'd accept with endless gratitude now if he was here.

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But he's not. So I just have to tell him every day how much I 100% adore him. I tell him how cold I am. I say he's my hero. I tell him the bed's too big without him. He tells me all the same things. Then he tells me that it's only so many days. (Today it's 12!) and that keeps me going for that little bit longer.

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I hope He goes to see 'Up' (it's AMAZING!)

I hope the rehearsals for the play he got into are going well.

I hope He's smiling

I hope you're not nauseous from this soppy post.

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One More thing....

I checked in online today!

One More Thing

I finally have the face he pulls when I'm angry.

How can you stay angry at a face like this?

Damn those puppy dog eyes!

P.S, I changed my blog name. I don't know why, I just fancied a change.

error

"Unable To Restore Iphone. Unknown Error 1604 Occurred"

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WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT???

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Ok, so I woke up (on my day off) and thought 'hmm, Upload session?' So I made some toast, made a nice cuppa tea (black, two sugars) and settles at the PC. I plugged my Iphone in, it uploaded for a while and BANG!

Well, Not actually bang but it made that sound it makes when you plug it it. (da dum, where the dum is higher than the da) then made a second da dum, which means some sort of error, where the dum is lower than the da (Is this making any sense?)

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Unable to update phone, please press restore to restore iPhone to factory settings.

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It's ok, everything's saved so I'll restore and then bung everything back over. (by now about 20 minutes have passed.) So I click restore and go out and make a fresh cuppa. (green tea this time) and came back to find the following message.

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Unable to restore iPhone, unknown error 1604, 2002, 1603, 2006 occurred. Basically chappy, you're phone is f****d!

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Ok, so it didn't say the last bit but the rest was true. Now, there's a blatant lie in that information. If the error is unknown, why have you given it a number? I clicked on more info and got a PDF about 27 pages long. I read the whole thing before I realised that there was no answer. So I turned to the interweb. My there's a lot of geeks out there. Telling my how to fix my apparently 'Bricked' phone. They're telling my about pop ups and files and folders I never knew existed. I followed the videos, read the forum sheets and tried again.

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Unable to restore iPhone, unknown error 1604 occurred.

~*~ I was getting angry by this point. Two and a half hours had passed of what I was hoping was going to be a productive day! and I was still sat here, Bored, frustrated, full of tea and therefore needing the bathroom and angry. So I restarted the computer and tried again. Yep

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Unable to restore iPhone, unknown error 1604, 2002, 1603, 2006 occurred

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Then I saw a website that gave simple advice, no files, no 'updates' or 'upgrades' so I tried desperately one last time. If this didn't work, I was willing to through my phone at the cat that at the time was sitting on my wall outside the window. I unplugged the USB and plugged it into a different port on the BACK of the computer.

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And that was all I needed to flipping well do?! Are you flipping kidding me!?!

No Alcohol Required

The curls worked! for about 20 mins, but all the same, I went to my friends party on Friday night looking and feeling, quite pretty. Something that only happens rarely.

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I'll do this in bullet point fashion. Blunt, sharp and straight to the point.

* I drank NO alcohol! (well, two sips of a toast) and had so much fun.

* I danced like a trooper, dances like the Bangles 'Walk Like An Egyptian' and Fatboy Slims 'Praise You'

* I danced outside in a cold, wet park. I jumped around and did a few ballerina moves.

* I LOVE my friends. I'd like to think that Siany-Sian, Kitten and I could be the next big thing in backing dancers. We were INCREDIBLE!

* They make me smile lots and lots.

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So basically, I'd liked to think of this post as a big whopping 'TA' to my friends. For making my night.

You're amazing.

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And Sian, The limbo-esque move is the best thing I've EVER seen!

Sexy beast

Imagine, if you will, that I have the day off work. (which is true) I have a party to go to this evening (also true) and I am sitting here now with massive great heated rollers in my hair.

Is that last one true?

big fat whopping YES!

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God, I didn't know the meaning of elegance, sexiness, beauty and grace until I rammed these mofo's in my hair. I kinda look like I've popped a brown tire on my head and held it still with sparkly hair clips. Yes, I look atrocious. No, there won't be photographic evidence!

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So there!

Frank

I went into town today to find a dress for the party (Look at the next blog down you'll understand)

I went in all I repeat ALL the woman fashion shops (Including Topshop, Newlook, and Primark) and found nothing I liked! NOTHING. ooh, I was not happy. I was just about to give up when i found a lovely little red dress in Warehouse. Yey. But still, no dresses I liked anywhere else. What's that about?

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I sat next to a guy on the bus who, at closer inspection looked remarkably like my Grandad. It creeped me out a little bit so I moved over to the other side of the bus. The lookalike then looked over with a heart breakingly sad face and said "Sorry love." I felt so sorry for him that I moved back over, took off my headphones and chatted to him. He was a lovely chap.

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It made me realise how reluctant we are as a nation to interact with people. I was sat there, Earphones in, making no eye contact. But when I did, I had a nice little chat with someone who seemed like he really appriciated the company.

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It happens everywhere, There's now self service check outs so you don't have to make small talk. Internet everything so you don't have to physically talk and when you do call a company, 99% of the time it's a computer. People would rather struggle with things than ask for help. People will turn right into a feild becasue "The sat nav said so" and they don't want to ask for directions. On the whole, we've beome a race that doesn't know how to comunicate. It's a bit sad really.

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Rant over. I made a friend today, He's call Frank, He was charming.

Reasons To Be Cheerful

1: I asked a woman today if she wanted a bag, she looked at me with disgust and proceeded to tell me in perfect English 'I don't speak English'

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2: Two friends have had a tiny baby girl. Another life has fallen to earth, and she'll be loved with every atom her parents have.

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3: Baby Sam at work has changed the lyrics of and Adele song to 'Should I give up? Or should I just keep chasing Charley?'

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4: Steffi is making home made pizzas tonight. From. Scratch. Legend

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5: I finally own a pair of Ugg type boots. Without a doubt the comfiest thing I've EVER had on my feet. Period.

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6: I don't have to go to Chiswick for work on Thursday! Hurrah

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7: I have a wedding party to go to on Friday and I have to do some 'essential' pretty dress shopping!

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8: I'm going to see Beauty and the Beast on Saturday with my Steffi.

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9: I've just received an email with a simple message "I BLOODY love you!"

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10: I love him too.

Web dates and Hobbies

I saw his face on Thursday night!

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After a bench club night, I got home, made a cup of tea and spoke virtual face to virtual face with McBride. OK, he was slightly pixelated and sometimes his voice was out of sync with his mouth but he was still there. Smiling at me!

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I'm working all weekend this weekend. It's OK actually because Sundays seem to be the worst day at the moment, no routine, nothing to make time go faster. I do most of my 'chores on my day off during the week so when Sunday gets here, I'm stumped for ideas. Maybe i should take up a hobby...

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Cycling? Nah, I haven't got the confidence to ride in the road, I can't take my left hand off the handlebars because i have bad balance so i could only turn right, and that makes a pretty boring journey. Oh, and I don't have a bike!

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Knitting? Good for arthritis I've been told, I can knit, I just forget to count the stitches, then i accidental drop ones and add ones. Nah, not a good plan!

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Go clubbing? Hehe, Go down Guildhall walk and get thrown up on by girls in skirts they're constantly pulling down (not as in down to the floor you must know) no

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Oh hell, I'll think of something.

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