The Bath Half Madness...What have I signed up for this time!

It's been a while er...readers (that sounds a little Beano-esque) and I'm back surfing the interwaves with the same lack of skill but piles of enthusiasm as I was before I move out of the comfort of Mum's house into the castle. The castle is a frozen forgotton place now and I have moved yet again, this time to a place by the river that actually retains some heat, and where the beautiful Ted Lavery can live without fear of chastisment from the letting agent! (Ted is a rabbit, not any kind of repressed minority).
Anyway, into the here and now, where at work today I made the commonly made mistake of entering the office at the wrong moment. A parent and my manager were talking and those immortal words 'You'd be up for that Lucy, wouldn't you?' materialised. Now, I like to think I'm pro enough not to run into things to hastily, but unfortunately I was in a bit of a hurry. Eventually it transpired that there was consideration of a running team for our nursery, now open to volunteers, or indeed the volunteered, and I was it.The Bath Half Marathon. Luckily, I *think* i managed to rope good old Kitty in too, but we'll se how that turns out. Any advice on how to train for such an ultimately heart stopping event, gratefully received! Cheers! :D

Drawing from experience...how I long to be an illustrator

The time has come to follow my dream, one I think is manageable alongside real work and one that I need to try! I long to be a children's illustrator, I think I have what it takes and it would hurt noone to try, so this is the next project I'm working on, illustration...now all I need is a story! That, will be infinitely more difficult. If you have a story that needs some illustration, let me know aye? :D
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Queen of the Green...Pub Golf and the hideous aftermath

Yesterday evening me and the other half ventured out in our golfing attire to play a spot of pub golf with Westbury Hockey Club.
For those of you who've never heard of Pub Golf, essentially it's drinking to get bladdered, not entirely pleasant to be frank with you, but something to do all the same.
There weren't 18 'holes' mecifully, but just six, the holes beings pubs, and the aim of the game to drink the stated beverage in as fewer sips a possible. You have a partner to drink with you so you choose between two drinks. The drinks were:
Pub 1: 2x Girder Shandies
Pub 2: 2x Addlestons Cider...though they didn't have any so for some demented reason we had Jaques instead which is more than a pint and wrote me off pretty promptly.
Pub 3: 1x Guinness and 1xPort...friendly advice: never EVER down Port if you know what's good for you.
Pub 4:2x Bottles of Heineken and to donate money to the charity of the pubs choice...a worthy cause, and a beverage not designed to kill you.
Pub 5: 1x Blueberry Vodka, 1x Tiger Beer...good band too.
Pub 6: 2x...to be honest I don't remember. By this stage I was pretty worse for wear.
It was not the best night, I enjoyed the Monopoly Pub Crawl much more so, but it was an experience and lessons have been learned (Remember: Never EVER down port).
This was all last night, so unsurprisingly after the walk home alone and the waiting for someone to let me in and nodding off outside the front door, I don't feel it was one of my finest appearances, and, as I say every weekend 'I'm never EVER drinking again.'

Sew what if I'm fabricated!?

Outwardly I seem to be an upstanding member of society (bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha, indeed) but I hold a terrible secret. I'm addicted to fabric. More accurately, I'm addicted to dress making.
Since I started dress making I have paused only briefly to decide the next paper pattern, the next fabric pattern, load the sewing machine, iron a hem.
There are some amazingly beautiful fabrics in fabric shops and on Ebay, and for as little as £1.50 a metre.
Seriously, it's not as cheap as Primark but it's certainly cheaper than Top Shop and you can wear one of your own personal creations and people won't say 'Ah I have that dress' or indeed 'You got that in...*insert highstreet store here*'
Equally, if you've done it properly, it'll be a better quality and last longer than cheap and nasty stuff, and it will be 100% yours.
And when someone says 'Wow I love your dress' theres nothing more satisfying than saying 'Ah thanks, I made it myself!'
My next project is a 1950's style swing dress with a fantastic neckline...if only royal mail would deliver the pattern faster!
So if you have the means, give it a go, you wont regret it.
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Pilates is good but pie and lattes is better...

Recently, my delightful mother has decided it would be good if she took up Pilates, but wouldn't it be ultimately more epic if she roped me in aswell? So, dutifully I finished work and legged it with ridiculous speed to my first pilates class on Wednesday night.

I was quite chuffed in many ways because I thought it would add to my bouldering ability, what I didn't expect was for the back of my legs to cramp up so much that I'd be writhing around on my Pilates mat like I was wrestling an invisible alligator, and also that if you can't scream when you have cramp it hurts infinitely more. My teacher reliably informs me that this regularly happens if you haven't done it before...oh good.

I concede that I learned a lot, and that it would be beneficial in the long run...pretty fortunate really since my Mum so thoughtfully signed me up for a terms worth of classes. Mondays bouldering, wednesdays Pilates, anyone want to add to my weeks work out?!
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You've been talking in your sleep...

Lately, I seem to have reached the other side of crazy and started talking in my sleep. If that wasn't sad enough I'm talking about work in my sleep.
My better half has reliably informed me that the other night I said a boys name three times in a weird voice. Fortunately my subconscious saw fit not to make the following morning too impossible by finishing up with 'the happiest baby in the woorrrrrrrrllllld'. Grivens, I may incriminate myself for crimes I have not committed!

Something I'd like to know, why isn't crimes spelt with a b like climbs? Answers on a postcard...
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OooooOOoo...Technologique!

It would seem that this all has become a little technical, I have a blogsite of my very own! Whatever next? To be fair, it's just another individual airing views about random things people have no previous opinion on or experience of, but hey, I'll give it a bash.

Basically, I need to try lots of new things, my new things list has been exhausted, so let me know your hobbies so I can give them a go please! That'd be epic! Then I can do them and review them. What do you mean why? Why not, I say!
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