My Sharona

Another Day, Another Post, I'm Thinking Of Going Pro!

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Sorry, I've Been Posting Things on Ebay And I'm Now I'm In 'Type Every Word As A Proper Noun With A Capital Letter' Phase.

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Right, I think it's out of my system now. Shall we continue? 

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I've painted my kitchen. It's all pretty. One wall is a light apple colour and every now and then, within the crisp white tiles, there's a lovely pastel coloured square. It's lovely. And I did it all by myself.

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Now like you may be aware, I listen to Absolute Radio. As I pull the chair up towards the sink and the window, I sing along to 'My Sharona.' I grab the paint and the roller and prepare to ascend onto the chair then onto the side to paint above the window. 

'When you gonna give me some TIME SHARONA?'

Oops, need the paint brush for this bit, I grab paint brush and head back over to the chair.

'Close enough to look in my EYE SHARONA'

Get the chair prepared, put the paint onto the draining board

'Never gonna stop, give it up, such a dirty mind'

Put first leg onto chair

'My, My, I, I, I...'

OUCH!

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Yep, I have gone to put my foot on the chair and kneed the handle on the cupboard under the sink... And now I'm doing the 'Oh god, that blinking hurt' (Or stronger words) dance whilst holding a paintbrush covered in 'Foliage Green'.

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It's o.k, the pain is gradually dying away and I didn't swear too loudly. Back onto the chair. (Carefully) and up into the side. Then I look out and see a woman stood at the bus stop below my window. She standing in the spring sunshine. She seems happy. She's dancing to my music. How lovely. 

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Bang! my head hits the ceiling. Pain and pleasure. They're so close together.

Random Acts Of Kindness

A couple of days before Mothers Day, a guy came into my shop and walked straight up to me.

"Can you help out a guy who loves his mother but is down to his last £35?"

"What do you need?"

"That Mum locket at £37.50."

"I can't let it go for any cheaper I'm afraid, the system won't let me."

The guy rummages through his pocket and finds another £1.50. He's still a pound short

"You're still a pound short, I'm really sorry but I physically can't do it."

"Is there anything you can do?"

He has a pretty face.

I go to my OWN purse and take out a pound coin. I hand it over.

"Now this is from my own purse so think yourself lucky."

"You're a diamond. You really are, I won't forget this. When i have money again I shall return with a gift for you."

"You don't have to, it's only a pound, But I do like diamonds."

He winks at me and smiles and after the transaction, is on his way.

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My Random Act Of Kindness.

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Today I have a day off but pop into work to see the girls. Waiting for me is a chocolate egg with my name on it and a Thank You card.

I don't really know what to say about it. Apparently he seemed really sincere when he gave it in. Bless him. I gave him a pound, that was all, And now there is literally a chocolate egg on my coffee table with my name on it.

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You see, You give a little love and it all comes back to you. 

Hey World!

Yes, I'm still alive!

(I know)

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Sorry for the lack of posts, I've been somewhat busy over the last couple of months. I won't say too much, just the old cliche...

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... So there's this boy...

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I'm not going to say too much. But just so you're aware, 'Cricket' will probably be making more and more appearances in these coming posts. You have been made aware.

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Onto important news... Being domestic.

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1: Shopping.:~ I'm in the middle of what we call 'The Big Shop' and I'm standing in the non food section. I've picked up sponges and washing powder and now I need loo roll. Only now do I realise that I've been stationary for no less than four minutes staring at the wall of soft paper with a purpose.

Why is it necessary to have so many different toilet rolls? Do I want triple ply? Patterned? Peach? Pack of four for £3? 12 for £78? (OK so the last one wasn't true.) I look up and down the aisle and notice about five other women, all looking at the wall of paper with the same perplexed look. Since when was it this difficult to buy something that's going to hang on the wall an end up in the north sea?

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Whilst we're on the subject, am I the only person who has a 'way' of hanging my toilet roll (I feel we've hit and all time blog low) 

I always have it so that the 'end' hangs closest to me and not next to the wall. Is that something anyone else does? Or is it some weird OCD I have? Like folding crisp packets, or tucking my hair behind my ear?

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2: Decorating:~ I'm in the process of decorating my kitchen. Over the past week (Cricket is in Australia) I have scrapped the paint of of my tiles one by one. For some reason my whole flat has been painted beige. (Maybe there was a wholesale deal on magnolia in B and Q) and that includes my kitchen tiles. So every evening, after dinner, I turn on Absolute 80's on the radio and take on the used-to-be-white-then-blue-but-are-now-beige tiles one by one. 

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3: Sorting out clothes:~ anyone in nee of any clothes sized 8-10? I have a massive bundle. Let me know. Ta.

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4: Everything else:~ I can now cook, bake, unclog u-bends, change fuses, sew, knit, play ukulele, (that's not a domestic thing, just a blag) hang pictures, clean ovens and customise furniture, all the while sporting something polka dot and singing a song from the 80's. I am a domestic goddess.

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I'll blog again by the end of the weekend.

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I promise it will have more substance than this one.