gemsybobsy: (ana)
14. What your life was like ten years ago
Um... Ermergerd I was thinking I'd be writing about school and college here but I'd actually already left ten years ago! Okay, now I feel old. Right, exactly ten years ago I'd have been working at GSF for a few months, and enjoying having a full-time job and being a grown up... Looking at my diary entries from then haha - I still lived at home, didn't drive, smoked '68million' fags, driving around the Forest with Steve a lot, going to town to spend my wages, going to London for awesome gigs... I was obsessed with Tool, and metal, and Muse (that year they played Reading, I went with Timur and Kev, and it's always the first thing I think of when I think '2002'!)... I stayed up till the early hours on the internet, made websites, we still had our old band Symbiosis and we did some gigs, then we did Brother Earth later that year (our epic metal band in which I sang and played bass)... We went to the Dungeon, Nexus and the Bosun's Locker a lot and played pool and spent more money on the juke box than on booze... that was a great pub. We played a lot of war games in the Forest. That was hilarious.

15. How much alcohol you drink
I can definitely take it or leave it. I've never been one to say 'I fancy a beer' or have booze in the fridge at home... for me drinking is just part of going out and being sociable, but I can go out and be sociable without the booze. I'm one of those annoying people who stands at the front of the queue at the bar and goes, 'Oh yeah, booze. Now what shall I have...?' I can totally get going when the mood takes me though, haha. I do like being drunk. I don't seem to need to drink that much to get drunk these days... So... the question! I... probably have about 4-5 pints of beer in one binge. I've been having shots lately though because of The Diet. 6 rum & diet cokes should be enough.

16. Your worst illness
Ummm... Probably the asthma, I got hospitalised for it once when I was really young, and went to A&E with it a couple of times as a teenager and once or twice as a grown-up. I've always just had 'ailments' as opposed to serious illnesses. I've had the usual bugs and viruses, and could list a few occasions where I've felt like proper death, but nothing really bad.

17. What you do at work
Drive, mostly. Pick up dogs, clean houses, clean pubs, bash my elbows on sharp corners, stub my toes on Hoovers, hang out with dogs, take dogs home, queue up at the bank, panic about money, might go and help out with some ballet teaching... Tomorrow, though, I'm doing a day at GSF where I used to work. Haha. Oh and gigs with the band, that's kind of work. So yeah, all sorts o' stuff.

18. A question or comment people should never make to you
I'm not easily offended, but I will take it personally and get angry if anyone makes any comment slagging off someone for having wonky eyes. Calling someone ugly for any reason, really, can make me get a bit uppity. And they can't backtrack out of it by then saying, 'I'm allowed to slag her off because she's a bitch.' No. Carry on digging that hole. Actually, if I'm 'on one', any random comment that shows they don't think genders are equal, or that they believe you're more valuable than someone else because of their background, education or job or are a supporter of any form of discrimination at all really... I can get pissed off, but you know... I like to think people can talk freely to me... Haha. I've had debates with mates over things in the pub but I don't really get angry in real life. People I talk to on the internet probably know that I can get pretty angry from my occasional massive ranty essays!

19. The style of clothing you feel most comfortable in
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Nah, anything goes really, as long as I don't have my butt on display. Or the tops of the backs of my legs, so no short shorts or dresses with bare legs. I'd be thinking about it the whole time. Leggings have to have a dress over them. I used to have this thing where I've had to have something covering my arse if it was tightly clad in any way. Pencil skirts were out of the question - they had to be flowy/sticky-outy. In jeans or trousers I had to have a skirt on top or a jumper round my waist. And I could never wear tight tops. Couldn't show off my womanly shape, oh no! Now I'm perfectly comfortable in more figure-hugging things, but I'm favouring longer tops at the moment because I've got junk in the trunk. I don't suit girly clothes; dainty dresses and pretty sandals and stuff aren't really me. If I do buy something that's really pretty and girly, which I sometimes do if there's something I just like for no reason, I have to balance it with super UBERMETALHAMMERGEIL! Like, I'll wear a cutesy blouse with cats and flowers and candyfloss and rainbows on it, with massive baggy combats and army boots. I have quite broad shoulders and good legs (when I'm in shape), so I think my actual ideal 'style' is tight jeans, long boots and long floaty shirts. OH YEAH. Can't wait to shift this weight and go SHOPPING. Size 8 shopping... *daydreams*

Damnit, I've been asleep all evening and am now wide awake. Today I went on a boat! It was my auntie Trudie's boyfriend's birthday, and they're moving away for a while, so they had this big ol' boat trip that went from Ocean Village up the Beaulieu river and back. Quite nice, had a ploughman's and a cream tea, and it was 30 degrees out today, so. And it brought back a lot of memories of driving Dad's boat up the river and waving at the yachties while badmouthing them under our breath... Absolutely splendid day for it, old bean.
gemsybobsy: (butterflies)

Yeah. Tonight Didz and I walked down the city path past the water meadows (the baa-lambs have gone now, boo) and round back through Harnham and past the cathedral, where we looked at the tourists looking at the buildings and Didz enjoyed the aromas of lady dogs while I savoured the delicious smells of summer evenings and bustling restaurants and the occasional whiff of posh ladies' perfumes. There's people everywhere, from everywhere, all dressed up to go and see the cathedral in the evening and then have dinner, because they're on holiday. Makes me feel like I'm on holiday, even though I'm working tomorrow; morning is dogs and cleaning, afternoon - office, evening - gig. We're supporting Cruxshadows at the Talking Heads in Soufampton. Perfection.

I have my dream life. I feel so accomplished. I finally have everything I ever wanted. Oh my goodness I totally just nearly cried because I'm so happy. What.

Over the river from me there's a house with a garden and a Deutscher Schäferhund. They're having a garden party and it's all very civilised. They keep applauding something I can't see. I love people watching out of my bedroom window. Didz does too. People walk past and comment on his little face, sitting there watching constantly, especially if I go out. As I approach the door he comes down to greet me. So cute. I'll get a pic of him next time I'm walking home.

Oh! I got rid of the old lady. I think it's a bit of a shame in a way. She made me angry but I admired her. And I was envious of her massive house; especially the library. It smelled of old books and they were all ancient and leather-bound and some were tied up in batches with pink ribbons and labels which is exactly the sort of thing I would do and I wanted to dive in and have a look so, so, so much. But, there was only so many scoldings I could take.

'How many syllables is that, please? Then move your lips. You don't move your lips when you speak the Queen's English.'

I've been practising saying 'duvet covers' in the mirror ever since, to see how my lips move. She is right, they don't move that much. SORRY MA'AM, HERE ARE YOUR DOOOVEHHH COVEHHHHS. I charged her £20 for this bunch of said items, because they're a pain in the tits to iron, her house is half-an-hour's drive from mine and I had to go upstairs and put the buggers away for her. She said that was too expensive, and heavily implied that I don't work hard enough for £10 an hour, and that if I wanted to earn that much I'd have to do the ironing at her house. 'Well, I suppose if you can get £10 an hour elsewhere, then I suppose that's fair. You can come here and work for that amount, but you know how cross and demanding I can be. And you will have to WORK!'

If there's one thing I hate it's being called lazy. I am NOT lazy in the slightest, I hate being idle and never am, thank you very much. She asked me to hand her a book that was on the floor, and when I did it was the wrong one, so I got shouted at for that. Then I scratched an itch for a split second while I looked around the room for the right goddamn book, and she then scolded me for 'standing still and scratching my head' when I could be helping her look for her handbag. She obviously hadn't seen me straighten all her mats for her, put her mail and newspaper on the table and pick up and discard an old grape, then.

Oh! And she wanted this old bit of rag that I'd put away in a drawer with some other bits of rag. When I showed her where it was, instead of just saying thank you (because it wasn't like she told me a specific place to put anything other than 'wherever you think it should go'): 'I don't know why you would have put it in there with the table napkins.'

OH! And when I'd found her flaming handbag after ransacking the whole gaff for twenty minutes (when I was meant to be driving to Southampton to meet somebody), I ran downstairs with it triumphantly and told her it was under the table upon which her television sits (moving my lips emphatically of course): 'I can't think why you didn't look there first.'

Actually, most people pay me £12.50 an hour, love.

Anyway, I got out of ever having to go there again. I told her it would be a bit difficult for me to come over in the daytime because I work in Southampton on weekdays now, sorryyy. She told me 'thank you very much for your help this week, and you look very pretty today, and I hope you have a marvellous weekend.' Bless her.

DOOOOVAAAAAY CUVVUUUUHS. I bet you're saying it in the mirror now, aren't you?
gemsybobsy: (walkies)
I got a voicemail yesterday from an elderly lady called MISS G (she repeated it three times and spelt her surname). She would be 'awfully glad to get some ironing done, perhaps today; I thought as it was raining you might have some time free? The ironing is desperately needed, as I have done quite a lot of laundreh.' I thought she sounded like a character. I called her back and offered to go and visit her today, and we agreed I'd pop along at 10:30am.

I'd never been to East Grimstead before and knowing Wiltshire villages - so many farmhouses with tiny little inadequate signs - I knew it might take me some time to find it, as the address she gave me was vague and the map on my phone had no decent advice either. I therefore left my house at 9:15am to give myself plenty of time. As expected I ended up driving up and down through the village countless times, with no phone signal at all, before giving in and driving up some of the long driveways and asking owners of huge estates where this goddamn place is.

Anyway, luckily (or so I thought) I found the place at dead-on 10:30. It was up a little lane, which opened up to sprawling land, and the grandest house I've ever been into in my life. She came out to meet me at the enormous double gate and said, "Are you here to do the ironing?!"

"Yes, hello!" I said, cheerfully.

"Well?! The gate is open!"

It was a huge double gate with the posts in the ground, you know; quite fiddly. I must've looked like I was struggling: '"Well, do come on. Haven't you seen a gate like this before?!"

She made me follow her inside, saying things like, "Come along," and "Wipe your feet just here," and I had to repeat everything I said twice. Obviously deaf; fair enough, I told myself to speak clearly. Then we got indoors, into this massive, massive old-fashioned farmhouse, full of gorgeous blue decor and beautiful art, and she sat down at her table by the window and told me she'd lost my number and would I please tell her my full name and address? So I did. I had to repeat it so many times, and after each attempt I got one of the following lines BARKED at me:

"I can't hear you if you don't speak."
"You are talking, but no sound is coming out!"
"You're not saying anything."
"I couldn't hear what you said, but I suppose it doesn't matter."
"You need to speak clearly."

When I nervously giggled, apologised and cleared my throat,

"It's not a joke. You are wasting my time. You have already wasted half an hour of my time by being late."

I wasn't going to stand for that so I told her, "No, I wasn't late; we agreed ten-thirty."

She said, "Ten, or ten-thirty?"


"Oh I wrote down ten o'clock. My mistake then. Come along."

No apology, then, for speaking to me like a piece of pond scum. Brilliant. Embarrassingly, I started to cry. Luckily she didn't notice and carried on verbally abusing me while I kept repeating my address. Eventually she gave up and walked away muttering, "Well perhaps I shall get you a pen and you can perhaps write it down, if you can't speak."

I wrote my information down. She said, "Oh, I see, Water LANE."

How you can mistake the word 'Lane' when someone's telling you their address, I do not know; I know I can be quite mumbly at times but I was saying it very, very clearly. Who knows? I obviously can't speak English. Anyway, she showed me to the iron, and by now my tears were flowing down my face - I was angry at being spoken to in such a way and wanted to get the hell out, but just didn't know what to say - and I didn't want to flounce like a moody teenager. So anyway,

"Just HOW OLD are you?"
"I'm thirty."
"No," I was trying not to lose my temper, "THREE ZERO, THIRTY."
"Oh. Well you know how to iron then?"

I wasn't even hiding my anger now; I don't know if she noticed the thunderous expression on my face. She started banging on about her pile of clothes while I was trying to stop crying. I've always angry-cried. I can't help it; once I've started, there's no stopping it. And then, to my embarrassment, probably because I felt completely powerless and trapped - I started to have a panic attack. That was when she noticed.

"Oh, you're upset. Why are you crying? Are you alright? You can't possibly iron like this, you'll burn yourself. Let's go for a walk."

She directed me to a bench and made me sit on it, said she would leave me alone to "calm down." She made me a huge cup of tea and brought it out to me, while I was sitting there trying to breathe, on a neat little tray with some adorable little blocks of cake. She rubbed my arm and called me a "poor thing", then she started asking me questions about my life, did I have sisters and brothers, she told me about the farm, about how the council are building some god-awful railings on a bridge that's been there for two hundred years, "In case somebody falls onto the tracks, even though nobody has fallen onto those tracks in centuries. Isn't that funny? Do eat your cake."

I said, "I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed."
"Oh, don't be. Life's too short."

Then, she took me back in to the ironing and said, "You're obviously not a well girl, so are you sure you can iron? You might do yourself an injury." I got on with it anyway, and she came in and out to take and hang the finished things, occasionally grabbing things out of my hands and showing me how to do it properly - "You take it seam-to-seam, then you get the crease at the front right every time," as if I've EVER had to iron creases in ANY pair of trousers in my LIFE, "Don't worry so much about those, they're my farming clothes - But you're going to end up with about six creases in that!" I laughed at my own appalling trouser-crease technique saying, "I know, I've never done creases like this," and got a stern, "It isn't funny," in reply. I honestly felt like a poor maid, young and inexperienced, sent away to serve a rich Victorian family, rather than a grown-up, modern woman with her own house, dog, business and semi-successful synthpop combo.

When I said something, she said, "I didn't hear you, I am a little deaf because of this thing, whatever [illness] I've got." Oh right, so now it's not my diction that's the issue? LOL. As she was in and out, interfering and hanging up the clothes, she asked me about my business and so on. I eventually told her I normally take people's ironing away and do it at home. Thankfully, thankfully, she suggested maybe I could take hers away as well. I finished up my hour and we sorted the pile into binbags for me to take home, "Come along, a bit faster than that," she scolded. "I have work to do and I haven't even started yet, after this disastrous morning."

Of course, I'm not to put any dog hairs on her clothes, not to touch the dogs and then touch her clothes as it's unhygienic; and I definitely should not generally have dogs in the house if I'm ironing people's clothes.

"Oh, don't worry I'm very careful about hairs. My house is very clean, even with my dog in it."
"YOUR DOG? YOU'VE GOT A DOG? He won't be in the car with my clothes, will he?"
"Yes but he'll be in the back, and I put the clothes in the front."
"I don't think you should be cleaning people's homes and clothes and looking after dogs."
"Well, my business is called Mutts & Mops. MUTTS AND MOPS? MUTTS AND MOPS, as in DOGS and CLEANING? It's what I do."
"Oh. No, I don't think they should go together at all."

I stayed quiet and looked at my hands. She handed me my money and asked if there was anything else I needed to know. I said, "No that's all, I think," with a nervous smile. I scratched my head.

"And now you're scratching your head. Please, please when you come to see me again, tie up your hair? I just can't BEAR it all hanging around like that. Why do you keep touching your face? You're always going like this, and like this..." She imitated the 'habits' I had been showing, rubbing my eyes, scratching my nose. Probably because you made me cry, you harsh old bitch?! "It makes people uncomfortable. It makes ME uncomfortable. Oh. Now WHY are you crying again? I can't bear it when people cry around me."

I stood up, got a tissue out of my pocket and blew my nose, tried not to lose my temper but it slipped out anyway, "I'm not used to being spoken to so directly."

"What? You're not being spoken to like what?"
"What do you mean 'directly'? Do you think I'm being cross with you?"
"Well, yes. You're speaking to me like I'm a naughty schoolgirl and it's a bit of a shock to be honest."
"I'm not being cross. I'm trying to help you."
"Okay, okay."
"Alright? Is there anything else I can tell you?"
"No, that's fine."
"I'll help you with the clothes."
"That's okay, I've got them. I'll bring them back at three o'clock tomorrow then."
"Three, or three-thirty?"
"Three o'clock."

Then she said something about me being a nice person and I'm obviously very human, and we should get along just fine. Okay then, if you say so. She then started talking about the paintings on the wall - it turns out she'd done them all. Okay then.

What a weirdo.
gemsybobsy: (loldon)
It really bugs me when bands 1. announce a tour and release tickets within 2 seconds of the announcement, meaning that we can't save up any money to buy one and 2. charge nearly £70. You're great, Muse, but you're not that great. I know nearer the time I'll be annoyed that I don't have a ticket, but right now I'm not arsed. I feel like I'm over paying to see bands. I've seen so many great shows over the years, and while I still love a good gig and all the adventures I've had with like-minded people... I think I'm done with being a fan. It's my turn to have fans. Haha. (And I do, too!) I am lucky in that I get to see lots of great bands while playing with DD, so it's probably easy for me to say as I'm still getting a 'fix' of sorts. But there's no way I could afford to pay that much for any show.

Unless it's Faith No More. Still not over missing that one.

We played in Brighton last week and had the chance to see 6 awesome bands, but we had to leave early because of work the next day; boo. I've been housesitting this week; I've been so busy! I've got a kitten on my lap right now. Awww.


Feb. 17th, 2012 11:25 pm
gemsybobsy: (butterflies)
Gah, I hate when I get home and fall asleep in front of the fire. Such a waste of an evening. Mind you, I didn't have much on tonight. Just boring accounts and things. I have an early start tomorrow 'cause I've parked the car on yellow lines, so I have to shift it before 8am. Annoying! I might go to the garden centre and have breakfast somewhere. I need more compost anyway. In my kitchen I have a propagator and in that propagator I have the embryos of dark blue sweet peas, pansies, lilyturf... and summink else; I forget. Loads of flowers. And I have pepper seeds, chives, other herbs, lettuce... lots of yums. And a mini gogi berry bush that promises to grow six feet tall. I hope I don't make it die before then. I don't think I'm particularly bad at growing things but I'm no expert!

My house is really warm tonight. It's nice not to need sixty electric heaters. I spent most of today walking in the Forest and hanging out with my daddy while my car was in the garage, then I visited a new customer, a cockerpoo puppy called Daisy, who is the cutest bundle of cute. I just can't stand all the cute! I had to give her a bath today and she hated it but was SO GOOD. SHE'S JUST SO ADORABLE. 'There's too much cute in you; I will need to take some home.'

gemsybobsy: (ballet)
Day 05: Your favourite book this year.
I assume it's the best book I've read this year rather than the best book released this year? I really enjoyed The Book Thief and Everything is Illuminated.

Day 06: Your favourite food this year.
It's all about cheese scones from the Tea House in Lyndhurst. And pancakes.

Day 07: Your week, in great detail.
Starting from last Wednesday? Ummm. Woke up, got out of bed, did I have a shower? Nope, I was lazy. I lazed around my (brilliant, gorgeous) house until 1pm, looking for Christmas presents and stuff online. I might've read some stories, can't really remember. I went out at about 1pm, drove to Southampton, cleaned a house, walked Holly and Lucy the labs, cleaned Zoe's house in Botley, did loads of ballet, drove home... or did I go to the pub? I think I went to the pub for some wine? I really can't remember. Thursday - much the same, cleaning in Wilton and Amesbury, Sarah and Dave's and the Winny. I went home and put my rubbish out, then Steve came round... I think we went to Sainsbury's. Rock and roll. On Friday I popped into Mum's office and blagged a new mop, then cleaned Murphy's house and went to meet Tam who was having trouble convincing Alfie that she was a nice doggy walkerer. He was terrified when she turned up to walk him, so I had to go and help! The big wuss. I think we got there in the end, 'cause after a while he let her stroke him and took treats from her, but I don't think he'll go for a walk with her just yet. What a numpty! Then I went home, and went mad with Christmas gubbins again; ordering presents, planning food for my gathering, etc. Oh and I braided my hair.

Saturday - I lazed around... honestly I can't think of anything I actually do in these 'lazing around' sessions. It's like a void of time-suck. I just internet and read, really! Actually I totally went to the market with my hair still in braids. I bought bananas and grapes. Oh I did some laundry! Lots of laundry. But it kept raining so I had to keep bringing it in. Then I spent ages doing awesome make-up for the gig that night in Southampton. Then at 4:30 I went to the gig, played the gig, drove home from the gig, had a couple of beers at Dave's, walked home, bed. On Sunday I made Christmas cards. On Monday I went to the post office and registered with a local doctor. I bought a massive bag of spuds and some yoghurt for Didz (his tummy is bad!) Then I came home, had a snooze, lazed around. Tuesday I got up, went to Southampton, cleaned a Millbrook house, walked Holly, Lucy and Murphy in the park where we met lots of new friends, cleaned Anna's house, cleaned Dan's house and cleaned Nina's house (and did her ironing). I went to watch the last week of term at dancing, and that was lovely. Then I came home, via the chippy, and watched Eastenders and Hollyoaks while eating donuts.

Today I worked my bum off with two huge deep cleans, Zoe's house in Botley, and a walk with Holly and Lucy. THAT'S IT.


Jul. 5th, 2011 09:36 pm
gemsybobsy: (sherlock3)

Well, I am busy. To the point of having 'DO NOTHING' actually written in my diary on a couple of Saturdays. Normally being busy means lots of writing in this here journal, but I'm not really that into it at the moment. I feel quite boring; all I can think to write is lists. I need some memes or something to get back into the habit of writing properly, or summink.

This is what I've been doing, anyway:

  • Cleaning. So much cleaning, in fact, that my fingers have started to stick down and I have had to go and buy a shiatsu cushion. Which is amazing, but still...
  • Skiving ballet, and going to ballet, depending on how much cleaning was or wasn't required that week...
  • Walking naughty, naughty dogs. *glares at Alfie*
  • Went out for a lovely meal on Fathers' Day with both my 'dads', and Dhana and Stevie's dad, which was absolutely lovely. Love how my lovely family are able to always be lovely to each other.

  • MOTing the Hundwagen, replacing the smashed-in rear light, getting a new lambda sensor and mirror and, most importantly, novelty stickers for the rear window. Have since somehow smashed in the rear light again.
  • Some cooking! I made scones and pizza from scratch, and it was all much appreciated.

  • Dubbin' in Dorset, with both of my nieces and their mum and dad, plus my dad, and some mates. We sat around in tents and barbequed and drank beer and looked at Volkswagens of all shapes and sizes.

  • Headlined two venues with Dreams Divide in one weekend! *cough*BUYTHEALBUM*cough*

  • Discovered the best sweet shop ever in Salisbury, and now I really want to move there. To the actual sweet shop.
  • Saw Combichrist at the Talking Heads, which was splendid.
  • Went shopping in town with Tam and Steve, larked about a lot; ended up in the pub drinking too much while talking about diets.
  • Hanging out with Steve a lot, watching lots of TV and stuff, and Sarah came over for a spot of Torchwood one night too.

Coming up:

  • Sonisphere this weekend! I must pack.
  • A couple of cinema trips (Third Star and Harry) and a Dungeon trip on the 16th - Jeannie's got a babysitter!
  • America! Fuck yeah!
  • SOUNDGARDEN. IN AMERICA. WITH [ profile] rhymeswithbooze. OH SHHH-
  • The continuation of the Dreams Divide July Tour (Southampton & Reading - not headlining this time though).
  • Stevie's first birthday!
  • Devin Townsend at the Heads. ACOUSTIC. OMG. I still need to get tickets though.
  • Nan & Grandad's 50th wedding anniversary. Awww.
  • Prom 44 at the Albert Hall.
  • Reading? Depends on money, of course. And ticket availability. I am avoiding looking at Musebay because I know I'll be tempted to use the dreaded credit card (dreadit card?)...
  • MY TWO BIRTHDAY PARTIES. I am excite. One is going to be at the Bridge, and the other is an invited gatecrash of Chris & Pete's wedding. Hahaha.
  • A swap party at Sarah's for charideeee.
  • More Dreams Divide gigs. One at CyberSonik festival in Camden. :D
  • And One in Berlin. Lol.

So, enough to be getting on with I think, and more than enough to have to work hard to raise money for *rubs lower back*. I am determined to have 30 birthday parties before next year's planned extreme frugality. Hell yeaaah. 


Dec. 2nd, 2010 11:59 pm
gemsybobsy: (tardis snow)
No chance of driving in this. Have been in jim-jams most of day. Still got to Sid's house to clean this morning, as it's a walkable distance away. I traipsed over on foot and brought Sid back here for the day, so yay - still made some money. So yeah, I got the heating and my dressing gown and a proper-good sofa nest whacked right under the grill, and I've just been:

- Eating apples, cake, chocolate* and peanut butter. Healthy. AND MINCE PIES!
- Sorting out the plethora of books that are tossed all over the house as Sue gave me two whole bags full yesterday and I couldn't wait to take them upstairs before I rummaged through them. Books!
- Talking to myself on Twitter.
- Writing Christmas cards.
- Filing November's expenses.
- Cross-stitching.
- Watching episodes of the Jeremy Brett (epic love) Sherlock Holmes series, and the new film too because I was dubious but it is actually pretty cool. Believe I am bordering on The Line between fan and Fan...
- Reading Tess of the D'Urbervilles, which is totally pissing me off, and a crime-sort-of-novel wot I can't remember the name of - left it upstairs.
- Allowing ELO to solidly rock my world.
- Laundry. Lots of it.
- Cleaning the bathrooms.
- Sorting out/refilling my cleaning kit.
- Singing loudly.
- Running around the empty streets out the front of my house (usually busy main road) with unleashed barking dogs, just because we can. Floyd and snow = hilarity. Beard goes white. <3.

Tomorrow I wouldn't mind visiting Dr G and the bank, but I don't know if I should risk those darn hills when the white stuff gets more slippery. Require sledge and huskies, pronto. I would normally kill for a duvet day like this, but of course because I can't go out, I want to. Damnit.

* I owe Jon some chocolate.
gemsybobsy: (ballet2)
I hate cleaning. I don't want to do it. I love doggies. I want to be Mutts and Mutts!

Hobby 1:
Dancing is awesome. We're doing a Christmas show; it's all so cute. Took all the classes by myself on Tuesday. I seem to get on with kids even though they terrify me. They like me 'cause I'm daft. Being slowly convinced that I should do my exams and be a teacher.

Hobby 2:
I just really want to be IN MY BAND, ON A STAGE, PLAYING GIGS IN BERLIN AND THINGS, BUT EVERYONE'S BEING TOO SLOW ABOUT IT. It's been two years in progress now, and I'm getting so impatient! Live mixes, now? WE HAVE TO HAVE SO MANY MIXES. I just want to GET ON THE DAMN STAAAGE.

Obligatory moans:
My mind is being all noisy and I'm not getting much sleep. I look disgusting. On Tuesday my nan said, "You look knackered, girl." Awesome. I feel it, tbh. And ill, again. I have felt sick for a whole week. I haven't [TMI]been to the loo[/TMI] since Monday night before I got on the scaryplane. IBS/anxiety/depression/etc is balls, I tell you. And I have this lumpy feeling under my right rib cage; it feels like there's something in there, and nobody will believe me. 'It's just cartilage.' 'It's just glands.' 'It's just your soft ribs.' It's not supposed to feel like that! It gets all tender and owies, and it feels like it pops when I cough and when I bend over quickly, or do anything, in fact. Doing my swede in. And my toof is broken AGAIN. That'll be another £200. I need a new body, plz.



Oct. 27th, 2010 03:55 pm
gemsybobsy: (floyd)
So I have a business partner. Oh my gosh! Tamsin has been my friend for 17 years. We met in year 7 at school and we've always walked dogs together; we used to take all her neighbours' dogs to the Forest for no money at all, and we'd talk about how we wish we could do it for a living when we grew up! She's going to start on the 1st November and is going to take over just two of my customers for now, and then we're going to advertise like crazy and take on the worrrld. So exciting. I'm a bit nervous about telling those two customers, but I'm sure they won't mind Tam taking over because she's just as awesome as me.

IT'S ALL SO NEW AND EXCITING. I am worried that things will change too much. This will no longer be just me bumbling around getting cash, putting it in the bank on Fridays and enjoying it, it will become A Business and I will have to work harder and tie myself to schedules and bookings, possibly put up with more dogs staying here and other things... I feel like I might end up going backwards a step, because I've finally got to the stage where I can do exactly what the hell I like on a daily basis, as well as fitting in a life around it. I hope I can still do my next degree course when it starts in February, and my ballet teaching, and fit in gigs when the band stuff starts getting more active... But on the other hand, there is potential here to make a serious amount of money on a business that is thriving... I'd be mad not to grab it. I guess I'll be able to do what I like on a daily basis anyway, when I'm a millionaire.

That's the spirit, right? :D

2010-10-25 05:12 am UTC (link)
Can I just get some Moriarty, like, existing and making goofy faces and launching into bouts of violent and unnecessary tap dance?
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Oct. 9th, 2010 04:16 pm
gemsybobsy: (floyd)
Five dogs today.

I'm relaxing at the dining table in the lounge, which is light and airy but cosy, and I'm sneezing a lot. I think the cold that's been threatening me since the beginning of the month has finally decided to show itself but I don't feel too bad, just a little shivery. Every time there is a noise from upstairs or outside there is an orgy of barking and fussing. It's so unnecessary! I am attempting to write and it's very distracting. So is Rusty's insistence on wrapping the laptop cable around himself every time he moves. Hmmm, writing. I always planned to start work on a novel when I was in my thirties, but I think I suck too much.
gemsybobsy: (muse)
Muse gigs. Great stuff. I can't... oh my dog. Just amazing. I'll probably write it up fully when I ceebs.

Actually we all know that's never going to happen, so in a nutshell: Muse rocked my world again, twice; brilliant Twatlighty cheese (I Belong to You!) on the first night and I cried all over my face because they played Ruled by Secrecy, Bliss, MK Ultra and Citizen Erased on the second night. FOR TEH PWOPA FANS. I love my nooby Musers to death and wish I could squidge them all every day. A shout-out, then, to Brother's cider, hugs and high-fives, lack of sleep, Sherlock's (kaput) house, and The Awesome Rocket (the latter also deserves an apology - we will warn you next time!) An apology also to the TfL staff member who RL INFRACTED me for encouraging a Knights of Cydonia stampede on the platform at St Pancras. IT WASN'T ME! Damn you, cider.

So yeah, Muse gigs no. 14 and 15, I think. Haha. Everything else? Sucks. Actually no it's brilliant, I'm just too busy cleaning houses, and really I just want to drink tea and read rubbish fanfiction. So much work. The council, when I informed them that they were now paying me too much housing benefit, told me I will continue to receive money from them.

'But I don't need it?'
'But you're perfectly entitled, because we work it out from the accounts you gave us. And it's not due to be reviewed until the end of the year.'
'Okaaay... So long as you don't suddenly expect it all back.'
'No we never go back. We never... go back, not with self-employed people.'
'In that case, fuckin' A; if you'll please excuse me while I use swearwords of joy.'

Ahhh. Loadsa money, Fallout on Saturday, I have a new iron, stupid uni course nearly over, album mixing is coming along, life is good.


Jul. 17th, 2010 11:50 am
gemsybobsy: (gaga)
Business expansion ideas. Help!

Right. I dunno what to do. I am getting more and more interest, and it's getting to the stage where I'm going to be struggling to fit everybody in. Part of me wants to keep saying YES YES YES and take them all on and expaaaaaand, because I'm not kidding but I want to make some actual money for once in my life and this is my chance. The other part of me says, 'Nooo, keep it small, you're living just about stress-free and you're happy and earning just enough, so just say no!' I also want to move over the other side of the city. I really, really do. I think I want M&M to be Waterside & New Forest business, rather than a Southampton business. Or at least, that's where I want to live. Mostly because I'm bloody fed up of traffic lights.

So the options are pretty much like,

Option 1. Turn down future business and carry on as I am; hoping that gradually word of mouth spreads over Hythe and I lose some of the regulars over the east side of town, and therefore end up working more in Hythe and just going as far as Shirley, which would be ideal - and would justify moving that way. I could carry on as I am now, with my not-too-shabby lifestyle. I will never be able to afford to buy a house unless I shack up with some chump, and I will never be able to rent anywhere with two dogs. So the only solution is keep business bubbling away as it is, with this same amount of income each month (a standard full-time wage, I believe), and perhaps rent some commercial premises in Hythe (and live there in a caravan!) This seems a bit like a fun idea, until you consider that the cheapest, tiniest commercial premises seem to be the same amount of monthly rent as a 2-bed house... and then it doesn't seem very fair.

Option 2. Carry on expanding. Join a business network group in Hythe and try to get tons of business over that way, and take on an employee to cover the Eastsiiiide round, and... just keep it growing? Take on more employees to cover future 'rounds'? I could end up with teams! This is the only way I'm likely to ever be rich enough to be able to live anywhere, ever. But it's also likely to be hassle and worry and stress and I don't deal... being my own boss was supposed to be a great, chilled lifestyle and I'm worried that turning it into a 'business' will feck me up in the brainz. But on the other hand, one day I might be able to have a team of cleaners, and be able to sit in head office (or on my epic, 12-acre farm) with daycare dogs and... SWIMMING POOL.

Other problems include the fact that being 'a business' puts me in direct competition with The Enemy and all that. The world of dog walking/pet care businesses seems to be quite a bitchy competitive world that I don't really wanna be part of. I wouldn't be a rip-off franchise merchant like them though. Also, there are TONS of dog walkers in the Hythe/Waterside area, so it would be better for me financially to stay over this side of Southampton. I guess that's why I'm wanting to take people on, so they can cover it while I mosey about in the Forest. Haha. So many pros, so many cons.
gemsybobsy: (ballet2)
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
I've already covered dancing, gigs, music... Ummm. I love swimming/being in water. And walking, I wanna do all the national trails. I might do it for charity or something one day. Sponsored dog walk. Other hobbies include looking for camper vans on the internet, and daydreaming.

Day 21 → A recipe
Yum yum. Flaxseeds pwn the fuck out of eggs when it comes to brownies.

Day 22 → A website

Day 23 → A YouTube video

Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy

Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Well, last night I went to The Malt and I stayed there and I kept waking up EVERY FIVE MINUTES with DERMATITIS, it made me so sad. Then I woke up with the world's fattest finger, seriously it had swollen so much. I got up, got dressed, went to the loo, brushed my teeth, cuddled my sis and curly niece, then left. I had Sublime playing in the car today! I went to my customer Jen's house and said hello to Alfie the cockerpoo and Tess the jack russell, then Jen's husband Dave made me a cup of coffee to drink while I cleaned their two bathrooms, cleaned and polished the kitchen, dusted the lounge, dining rooms and bedrooms, hoovered throughout, polished three mirrors, went back upstairs and had another go at the pesky shower door, mopped the kitchen and bathrooms and utility room and used the remaining time to have a go at shining up the windows in the utility room, as they were quite dirty. Then I hopped back into the Hundwagen and picked up Zac the black lab, and headed up to my Dad's house. On the way there I saw his van at the garage, so I popped in there instead. Then Dad got in my car and we went and picked up his dog Meg, and we went for a stomp over the heather at Hill Top and got the dogs nice and muddy. Then we went back to the garage and I had a chat with my auntie Christine, then Dad had a look at the tyres on the Hundwagen for me 'cause I was worried about this skiddy feeling, but he didn't notice anything. So then I jumped back in my car, dropped Zac off home, nipped to Tesco's for an onion bhaji wrap, yum yum, then went straight to the hall for ballet! We did toddler ballet, then baby ballet and primary ballet, and because it was end of term we had mummies watching! Loads of fun. Then we sorted out all our dancing equipment and I drove home through immense traffic (boo) and rain. When I got home I unloaded the groceries that were still in my car from yesterday, and cleaned up the poo Didz had left for me in the lounge. Disgusting child, he hasn't done that in SO long! So I was not happy with him at all. I then let them out in the garden, gave them mucho love and gave them their dinner (chicken, apples and some Ryvita, hahaha!) then went upstairs, put a hoody on, put Hollyoaks on, ate rice salad and soya pudding, drank some peppermint tea, looked through my e-mails, eBay (caravans), Muse board, did this entry, watched a programme about life and death, neglected to do my essay which is due on Friday, and then ate some crackers and strawberry jam, and now I'm just furiously typing and am about to tell Didz to come here for a cuddle. Then I'll go to bed, probably. And a drink of water! I don't drink enough water!

Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
I'll start last Wednesday morning: I cleaned Kyzo's house, walked Kyzo (Kyzo is a staffie), walked Charlie the springer x collie, walked Lois and Koda and... I really can't remember what I did in the evening! Probably just watched telly/internet, usually how it goes. Then Thursday I overslept and got to Sue's house really late, and they'd gone to a meeting! Oops. So I picked up Zac and took him out, then went to see Jeannie and Dan was round, so we had coffee and a lovely chat. I took Zac home about midday and went back to Sue's to rearrange the cleaning for Friday morning, then went over to Shirley and picked up Lucy and Holly, walked them, took them home, picked up Lois and Koda (labs), walked them, took them home, then went home and surfed the net... ended up going to Dad's at 11pm because I was fed up on my own, so I stayed there again. On Friday I got up and did Sue's cleaning/ironing, then Martina's cleaning, then Lorna's cleaning and then I walked Charlie. Phew! So much cleaning! That night I went to Hythe AGAIN, to the Malt, because Ric and Jerry were playing (guitar dudes, so they are!) It was a great night, and Leepee got totally drunk and ruined his phone. Nooo! Haha. Stayed at their's yet again! Heehee! Saturday morning I sat around with Dad and Christine and we talked about shops/barns/warehouses, the idea of me renting one for the business etc. I was so excited and was surprised that nobody thought it was a stupid idea. YAY. Then I went back home, Anna was in, and I was starving so we went over the pub for lunch. NOM NOM. Then I felt really bloody ill. Nice. So I snoozed all afternoon, and basically did bugger all for the rest of the day, internets, internets, internets. Same Sunday. I watched Eastenders and ate naughty food, and just felt pretty damn awful. I planned a new diet, which I planned to start yesterday (Monday), but didn't... I ended up eating loads of chocolate, 'cause I went to Lidl, naughty naughty. I made some rice salad, then walked Charlie with Didz and Floyd, then picked up my new dress from the post office, went to Eastleigh and bought some groceries, went to the bank, went to meet two new customers - one a lady in Eastleigh who I know from ballet, and the other is somebody who heard about me through Holly & Lucy's owners, and want me to clean their house for them. And they have two mini schnauzers! Bonus! So I met them, then picked up Tam and Dan and we went to the Malt again, and I had three drinks and ended up staying over. Then it was today, which I already explained. Heehee.

Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Well, all of my weeks work-wise are pretty much what I've explained above, pick up dogs, walk dogs, drop off dogs, clean house, go to ballet, go home! Unusual things over the past month have included me taking the toddler ballet classes on my own, which has been a great experience and challenge and is great. Also I have been totally ignoring most of my uni course, and now have two days to do the assignment. Argh. So yeah, last week: dogs, cleaning, dancing as above. Week before: dogs, cleaning, dancing, I had a root filling and my tooth was all filed ready for a crown (waaahmbulance) and I went to Industrial Fallout with Dave on the Saturday night. Week before that: dogs, cleaning, dancing, I had a REALLY BORING uni tutorial (as usual, omfg I hate them so much) and... SCISSOR SISTERS! Was totally awesome. Floyd had his hair cut on the Monday, bless him. And at the weekend we went to Dubbing in Dorset, which was excellent, and Alfie the ridgeback stayed over on the Sunday night. Week before that: cleaning, dogs, dancing, and it was Father's Day on the Sunday, so went to see Mum & Paul, and Dad of course... then Leepee and Tam and Dan came over and we ate a fat load of pork.

The rest. )

Shit, yo.

Jul. 13th, 2010 10:40 pm
gemsybobsy: (butterflies)
This G has gone from franchise failure to scummy office/factory cleaner to small-time-self-employed cleaner to on-her-way-to-potential-entrepreneurism in three months. Excited. Scared as hell.


Dec. 8th, 2009 09:49 am
gemsybobsy: (sparks)
I went for another job interview at a vet's surgery. It was one of those really casual interviews where they talk about the job rather than me. The job is for Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays, just 15 hours a week, and it looks quite nice - basically combining all my office, selling, public, animal and computer skills in one job. Awesome. I'd be able to carry on with Mutts & Mops, and more importantly I can quit cleaning the school at last! Business has really taken off again. Blue came back. People are asking me to clean their houses. The sudden cash in my pocket has really motivated me to work at the business for a bit longer. Seeing as every time I go to an interview I'm made to feel like an idiot. Maybe I should prove every one of them wrong and make this business THE BEST. And expand and employ loads of people and be a mega boss. So in a way I kinda hope I don't get the vet job. Haha. If I don't get it, I think I'll quit the school job anyway. It's making me cry. It's too far away and I can't afford the fuel.

Oooh, I dunno if I've shown you the new Hundwagen!

It's great, apart from munching fuel the way I munch biscuits.

Other things: I've been going out quite a bit. Woah. A couple of crazy Saturdays (last week Panic Cell and the Dinge, this week Industrial Fallout - my new favourite bleepy-goff night) and I had an unexpected night out in the Station pub with T and Dan after my interview on Thursday. Brilliant. I have decided to go out more. We're still decorating our house. Lady Gaga is amazing. I have an iPhone (I love upgrade time) and it pwns everything else in life. I'm planning and making munchables for everyone for Christmas this year. Dog training isn't going too well, haha. Mostly because I'm always out and they're at home. Which sucks. I've lost all interest in writing on the internet. Everything I have to say is normally said with a photo and a Tweet from the ol' iPhone. Which isn't much really. Laziness - there's an app for that! I might go back upstairs and watch Monty Python. See you next month!


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