Hooray. Prince is back. I mean really back, in full fine form. Also, I saw a Sparrow Hawk. It killed a baby blackbird in the garden. All I remember was that it had the most amazing yellow eyes. I chased it away as did the neighbour. I feel sad that it killed a chick but then even sadder when I realised it had left it's catch behind. Maybe it had chicks too. That's nature though. A welsh man ran over one on purpose. They are beautiful birds though. So, there we go.

Went back to work and had quite a nice day. Reluctantly booked car in to have it's silly camshaft sorted out. Had a good, long, hard think about whether I could buy a new car. The answer was no. So I'm going to spend £650 on 10 hours of labour and a camshaft and hope that nothing else goes wrong. I spent £200 odd in fevbruary and though I keep being told that a new car is 'only' £150 a month, it's too much for me to do. So there we go. Sorry Adrian, I still have my purple car and the pink one will just have to wait. So there we go. I'll shall speak to the bank and ask them to let me extend my over-draft. Bloody cars!

And so the holidays are ending. It's been sort of good but I've been very busy sorting out mortgages and stuff. I seem to have spend a week on the phone listening to those endless bloody 'If you want this, press 1...' calls. Mind you, judging by this story, it seems that it's not only the customers who get stressed with call centre shenanigans. So off I go, to collect my ex-dog who is staying for the night. She's very cute. Very, very cute but also very bouncy and licky which doesn't sit well with the Green One. He spent most of yesterday on the computer with his new game. He says it'll pass and not dominate him once the novelty wears off. We'll see.

What else? Oh yes! The single sock phenomena is striking Jon's socks now. He blames me. I think it's a little ghost who has many feet and needs multicoloured socks. Oh yes. Me indeed! Pah!

I have my car back. Without the rattle. However, as nothing goes smoothly, I have also been told it would be best to sell it now. There are various things that could go wrong ranging from £700 to £1000 worth of repairs. And yes, now is not the best time to be buying a car but it looks like I may have to! Hmmmm. New car. Once I'm over the shock of having to pay out, it might be quite exciting. I wonder if they do pink cars? With flowers? Ohhhhhh. The possibilities are endless. Given that my present car is purple, which Adrian just loves, pink is not that much of a change. However, it's not a manly colour at the best of times, and while Jon is quite sensitive fellow, pink cars may be pushing it.

Thank-God today is over. Yes, it has to have been one of the most tiring and stressful days I've had in a long time. Tomorrow I am sorting out a new mortgage and paying out any hundreds of pounds. So what happens today? My car decided, on the way back from Durham, to die. It clanked and clicked and apparently the engine will need opening up. Also, we had a long wait, in the world's most basic, but very functional, diner for the RAC. No, we did not choose a Happy Eater or Little Chef, with over-priced but very lovely pancakes. No. We parked, or died in the lorry park of 'Stibbington Diner'. According to one trucker, it is a 'fully fledged serious Transport cafe for HGV's'. Even had 'Countdown' on the telly. It serves a purpose and the coffee was good, but I would have preferred a little more comfort. I needed cheering up as this litttle problem may be hard to diagnose and therefore cost many more pounds than a simple problem. So yes, a trying day. I am, however, healthy in body, if not in pocket. I'm going to bed. Then it will be tomorrow and today will be over.

Le ho ho ho and a Happy Easter to you all. As I am indeed pink and fluffy and my head is full of stuff and nonsense then it follows that I live my life by the rules of Cosmo. I found a lovely , uplifting poem in it and thought I'd share it.

Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand alone,
Kindness in another's trouble,
Courage in your own.

Yes, I like that rather a lot. It makes me feel happy. So there we go...

Am off to the wondrous Durham tomorrow. Going to drive to Hadrian's Wall which, despite having lived near it all my life, I've never been to. Also doing the Holy Island run. I bet we get stuck on the island. Or maybe the tide will wash my little car away. Oh dear. The things that could go wrong. Better refer to that poem. Courage m'dear and all will be well. Have been learning all sorts recently. Trouble is, I've forgotten it already. Mind is not working properly. Need bach Flower Remedy for general doziness.

Dry hands now, need to go and apply cream double quick. Plus it's nearly time for ER. Dr. Kovac. Yuuuuuum.

Well last night I was supposed to be attending my very first pub quiz. Yes, I was ready for action (so long as it wasn't a geography question) and lo, it was cancelled! Bah! I was very sad especially as I couldn't even drink instead due to being the driver. Poo. Still. Watch out pubs...my time will come.

Also had a discussion about the word anemone. I always used to say aneneme. So, it seems did, or do, many others. However, after a few drinks (not my drinks) it gets increasingly hard to say. And then when you've said it too much, it loses it's meaning. But here's a link to the marvelous world of Sea Anemones. It has been noted that I like my links now. So there we go. Hmmm. This entry is actually a bit rubbish. Sorry. It's work avoidance tactics and I'll leave it there. I just did spell check and the word anemone came up as honeymoon!?! (It's even confoosing to compooters.) (As they say down here).

I looked more closely at the colour link I put in yesterday's entry. It appears that there is more to colour than meets the eye. I know that I like rooms to be crisp and white because it makes everything clean and shiny. Green has some very special properties too. I did another silly tickle test and it said that my Aura is orange. That's strange. I always liked the feeling of orange, but I would never wear it. I don't know. I think I'll go and have a bath.

Oh Lordy. Hmmm. I have not written for quite a while because I've been stupidly busy. Work has been tiring and germ ridden. I am now the owner of a very red throat and my usually swan-like neck, is somewhat swollen. Maybe it wasn't the kiddies. Who knows...
But yes, home has also been topsy turvey and frantic too. Jon has many, many books. Too many. My poor walls are heaving under the newly put up shelves. And he's imposing order on me! I am, by nature, rather untidy. But he is not. He has a place for everything. I don't. It makes me want to rebel. Yes I will leave things slightly askew and see what happens. Sorry. I'm being mean now. The truth is I'm very happy (and a lot tidier.)

Watched Good Will Hunting last night and had a discussion afterwards. Oh how very la-da -da. If you could be the absolute best at something, what would it be? I decided if I was to be superbly brilliant at one thing it would be art. Pictures, photographs, painting and the rest are the one form of communication that everyone has a reaction to. Colour, texture and form are accessible to all. So yes, I would be a fantastic, world-famous, ever lasting artist. However, I'm not. I'm just me but that's fine. Jon can let the world know what he'd like to be able to do on his blog, if he feels like it.