Tuesday already.

The weekend was a total washout for me. I spent most of it asleep, which I obviously needed, but I hate wasting the day. John was brilliant and just left me to it, while he amused and fed the boys. All they seem to do is eat. I think we're in the midst of a growth spurt, as well as them being petulant teenagers. All I get is 'why?', 'in a minute', and 'no.' Everything is a battle. I am really trying not to raise my voice to them, as they know the minute I shout, they're in control. How can three year olds be so manipulative? It's a phase and I'm sure they'll grow out of it.

I did get out of bed on Saturday. The weather was tres glorious. We drove to the beach and spent some time there. Whilst Aberdeen beaches aren't exactly St Tropez they are clean, there's plenty of space and they are easy to get to. The beaches near the city are lovely, but if you drive up North there are some real gems.

I'm having blood tests on Thursday to try and determine whether or not I have diabetes. I'm almost 100% sure I have. I have every single symptom and the Dr's were sure it would eventually come back. My mouth 'problem' has turned out to be Oral Thrush. The swab taken at the Dr's confirmed this. Sorry to get so personal. Ongoing thrush is another symptom of diabetes. I've been given this medicine to take which is revolting, but I tend to think the worse the taste the better the chances of clearing it. How I would like to describe it, would be base, even for me. Hopefully it will clear up. Eating has been unbearable the last week. I also think it could be mixed in with the condition Eff told me about. I looked it up on the Internet. It's amazing what's out there and what people have to live with.

Mum's here at the moment, as John is in Dubai on business. I love having her here and I think she really enjoys it. I know the boys adore her. Every morning they wake up and go into her room, climb into bed and I can hear them chatting away.

Sofa's arrived on Friday. We can sit and watch the TV. Marvellous, as a new series of Come dine with me, started on Sunday. The best show ever.

Love you all.

xxx

Balloons & Our house.

Not long after we moved up here there was a bit of local excitement. A Virgin hot air balloon had to make an emergency landing in the school playing field located a couple of streets away from out house. At the time I didn't realise there was a problem and thought all was in hand. It was only when I read about it in the 'Scottish' Daily Mail, I realised how close we were to having it land on our roof.

I said I'd post a picture of our house. So here it is...

Various tests have been ordered at the Dr's. Hopefully all will be clearer in the next week or so.

xxx

The nice receptionist.

Today I came across something as rare as hen's teeth. A Dr's receptionist who was actually nice and dare I say helpful. Every other receptionist I have come across has, without fail been trained by war lords and, I'm sorry to say this, have been a few sandwiches short of a picnic. The Dr's at my last practice were lovely, but the amoeba's working the desk were bloody awful and rude beyond belief. This lady was lovely.

I went there today to register and asked how long I had to leave it before I could make an appointment. She said usually a couple of days, but if it was urgent she would book me in for the next appointment. I explained that I wasn't dying, then touched wood, but thought I was showing too many signs for diabetes and would like to get checked out. She found me an appointment for tomorrow at three. She also complimented my cardigan.

I'll keep you updated on the diabetes. I've ignored it, but now have to grow up and deal with it. I had gestational diabetes with the boys and they said it would be a real possibility it would come back. So maybe it has.

On a lighter note, there is an amazing indoor play area fifteen minutes up the road. I went there yesterday with the boys (obviously) and both my neighbours. It's so jzuzy. All Cath Kidston and gorgeous cup cakes. So lovely, that I went back today with only Heat magazine to keep me company, and the boys. Will happily spend many a rainy afternoon there, drinking tea and eating bakewell slices.

Hope you are all well. We are all fine and I promise to let you know about the Dr's.

Lots of love

S

x

Separation anxiety.

I had to leave B at nursery this morning, crying his eyes out saying he wanted to be at home. The teachers were brilliant and just took him away from me, but I walked out crying. I'm sure he's fine. I just hate it though.

I'm just starting to watch 'P.S. I love you' and am currently listening to the worst Irish accent ever. It's on a par with Dick Van Dyke in 'Mary Poppins'.

Laters.

x

Feeling ill and Teleshopping.

My throat and mouth are killing me. I feel as if I swallowed a bottle of bleach. I'm in bed being 'looked after' by John. I say looked after. In between various sporting events on the TV, I've had the odd cup of tea. And some lunch. I'm debating going downstairs to see if the washing has been taken out of the washing machine, at the risk of being told I'm interfering. In all fairness he is really good at helping out and even though I've had a morning of listening to them all shouting at each other, I have had some rest.

Despite having SKY and the 900 channels that come with it, I cannot find anything to watch and have settled for Bid TV. It's boring so I've moved onto a infomercial for the Magic Bullet. It's truly amazing. (I can hear next doors children at the door - John now has 4 children to play with. Brilliant.) My favourite advert is for Cricut. It's a machine that cuts paper for crafting and scrap booking. Everyone is so keen and impressed by it. I do however want to purchase the space saver bags. The ones where you vacuum all the air out. Amazing. I also want the vibrating things you put on your toes. You buy one for thirty quid but get another two free. In the morning most of the cable channels are infomercials. There are hundred's. Exercise equipment is a big one. Ab king, Ab master, Ab Fab etc

It's really windy today, so the washing is out. Thanks John.

xxx

The first entry....

I'm starting this blog so I can keep my friends up to date with the going's on in my life. I was going to do a weekly group e-mail, but thought this would be a better way to keep in touch.

I've been meaning to start it since we moved in August, but with all the building of flat pack furniture, I haven't had the chance.

I'm feeling poorly today, so am sitting in bed whilst the boys are downstairs destroying the house and thought I'd get on with it. I was actually reading Fran's blog - I'd do a link to it, if I knew how - and thought there is no time like the present. I love Fran's blog. It's so original and inspiring. Just bursting full of her talent. I've framed the print she sent me, titled 'Home', but I don't know where to put it. I want it in every room. Maybe when our sofa and last few bits of furniture arrive, I'll know where to place it.

Getting furniture has been a real pain. My main gripe is there is NO Ikea in Aberdeen. I'm so used to have one ten minutes up the road. You can see how they make so much money. Furniture costs an absolute furniture and with two young boys who cannot grasp the concept of NOT drawing on walls or furniture, I just refuse to invest in anything. I don't want to be the sort of mum who stands guard at her sideboard. If they draw on the flat pack we went with from Argos then I may not be happy, but I won't lose the plot. All the 'nice' furniture shops up here have half price sales on are full of stuff that never cost 50% more, they're just trying to look like they're doing a deal. I've worked in retail.....I know the tricks of the trade. The never ending sale is one of them. Please bring Ikea to Aberdeen. Please, please, please.

The weather has been fine up here so far. I know we'll be in for a harsh winter, but I've stocked up on wellies, winter coats and jumpers for us all, so we'll just have to manage. I also think they are probably slightly better prepared for the extreme weather up here. Unlike London. I won't forget the day London stood still in February. The day little Sophie was born.

We've got a weekend at home planned. The last few weeks have been manic as John has been involved with loads of exhibitions at work. Yep, Offshore Europe sounded an absolute scream and did Offshore Windfarms in Stockholm. It's a big deal up here in Aberdeen, as it's the heart of the Oil and Gas industry. It was on the news and everything. Anyway, it's all over, so with any luck we'll see more of John for a while.

Will try and unpack some more, get rid of all the cardboard packaging we've accumulated over the last month and try and get out and about with the boys. There's a farmers market down the road tomorrow, with local produce for local people. It's all ever so Scottish up here. All the national newspapers are the Scottish version. I'll get used to it.

Corrie's getting on my nerves. I hate the Molly & Kevin storyline....apparently Molly gets all Glenn Close. As if.

I'll get in the shower I think, may perk me all.

Love you all and I'll try and put some photo's up of where we live and the house etc

xxx