Friday, 29 August 2014

How I solved the Spanish Tweet Crisis

It happened on the evening of the Eurovision Song Contest.
I tweeted Spanish.
I said "MD 60 Bienvenido a Details&Chic. Descubre nuestras creaciones para tus grandes momentos" or similar.
[Interestingly, some of my friends - and how I love these people - just assumed I was bilingual.]
In the midst of Eurovision-related tweeting, laughing and (a little) drinking I must have clicked on one of the many Spanish spam tweets I receive at weekends.

The Spanish continued, unabated over the next few weeks. I read all the help issues on twitter, I set my account to protect my tweets, I changed my password, I changed my password, I changed my password.
But still my imposter continued.
I contacted twitter, I was given a case number - and they suggested I change my password.
I gave up.
A few weeks later, I realised that I spoke Spanish when I accepted a new follower.
I contacted twitter with this revelation, I was given a case number - and they suggested I change my password.

Last week I hit desperation and removed the twitter app from my phone and iPad via Settings - and as I did this I noticed that the password was my old password........
And then the penny dropped.
I had been tackling the problem via the main site but the new password wasn't registering on the twitter app despite logging in and out each time.
I changed my password once more for luck - et voila (I really can't speak Spanish) - it's over.

Friday, 8 August 2014

Leaving our lovely home

After 8 years living on a street I love, with wonderful neighbours, we are moving. We stalked a house that we liked for a few weeks and then - in one of my impulsive moments - I arranged for us to view. Within 4 days we had sold ours and had an offer accepted. 
How long did the euphoria and prosecco last? 
Around 36 hours.... and then we entered a world of mortgage applications, surveys, random surveyor comments, reports to counter surveyor's comments and generally high levels of bum covering. 
I read that moving house was as stressful as Christmas, death and divorce. I thought I could do better. 
I failed. 

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Ten things....

"I used to be self conscious about my height, but then I thought, fuck that, I'm Harry Potter." Daniel Radcliffe


This quote made me laugh so I thought it needed sharing.

I can't really comfort myself with the fact that my flaws are OK because I am a film star, solving world peace or even changing the world but I can see that what I see is not what others see.
I am pretty sure that if I asked my friends or family what they liked about me, it wouldn't involve my dress size, the state of my skin, the photos I put on instagram or even the clothes that I am wearing.
And I don't judge them that way.
I value compassion, passion, brains, humour, creativity and empathy in my friends.
However, trying to value myself is a minefield. It probably won't come as a surprise that I paint my nails, use body lotion, run, try to eat healthily... but I don't value my time at all. I am pinging from one thing to another constantly - and whilst this means I am the ultimate Jack of all Trades who can turn her hand to pretty much anything and appears as one of life's high achievers, there is a cost and that cost is tiredness which can manifest itself as over-thinking and worry.

I was asked today to write down ten things I want to do for me tomorrow and ten things I want to do for me in 2014. The aim was for me to be able to see what I wanted to do so that I could understand how to say no to things that perhaps I don't really want to do (but as my diary had a slot, I did them).
I managed three for tomorrow and two for 2014.

It's not that I don't have a zest for life - quite the opposite - it's just that all the things I can think of are either task-orientated or would make other people happy.

Sunday, 9 February 2014

De-cluttering month

"Clutter is a physical manifestation of fear that cripples our ability to grow" H.G. Chissell


Over the last 9 days I have been working through my list of 30 things that need de-cluttering during February. Last week I was only doing this for 10 minutes a day. It's amazing what you can achieve (and what you are holding onto). I have cleaned out a drawer that was bulging so much that it took a bit of effort to close, my bunch of keys have halved, my make up bag only contains things I use (and suit me) and Scarlett now has one pencil case full of pens that work rather than three containing - amongst other things - blunt crayons and topless felt tips.

Now is the time to raise my game and work on the areas that need a little bit more investment.

So today, I set my phone timer for 30 minutes and focused on the spare room. We rarely have people to stay so the bed has slowly been covered up with Christmas decorations, Scarlett's art, old photos, DVDs, wrapping paper........

Every time I get to the top of the stairs, my eyes go right and I get that sense of doom. I achieved so much in half an hour that I reset my phone and Ta-Dah....... A bed.



Friday, 3 January 2014

To resolve, or not to resolve.....

That has been my big question.
I like resolutions. I like trying to do better. But, let's be honest, the big strict regulations we inflict at this miserable time of year are likely to fail. I'm also no longer keen on adding any more pressure by suggesting I will be happier if I eat less / drink less / run more blah blah.
Last year I tried picking a phrase, writing it on a card and keeping it in my diary.
I think I am going to do the same thing this year.
So, in 2014 I will mostly be remembering to "keep my own counsel".
Reading this on a public blog is slightly ironic, and then there's my use of social media to consider.......

Maybe I should just eat less.

Friday, 29 November 2013

No time for such excitements

There was a time, not so long ago when I was watching five TV series, knitting and crocheting consecutive projects, reading three magazines a month and feeling, well perhaps a little bored.
Studying for a Pschology degree, alongside working, being a mother and running our home has left me with just one television evening a week, I haven't picked up a hook or needle in weeks and my magazines are piling up like the dust on the shelves....
Working four to five days a week took a little bit of getting used to, but after six weeks I reached a level of match fitness which enables me to read late into the evening one night a week. Nine weeks on, I am now finding my feet and have realised that I have to approach University as another job, so that I can keep on top of my work and produce assignments at the level my tutors are looking for.
Of course it's not all rose-tinted textbooks; there are times when I feel like my head is going to spin off my neck and many nights when I can't switch off and sleep feels miles away.
But am I happy. Much happier than I have been in ages.
I am finally learning the truths of the subject I have been second-guessing for years.

Friday, 13 September 2013

It's all about to get a little crazy.....

On 1 October, I return to university for the first time in 20 years.
Eek.
I will be studying for a Psychology degree, part-time. I am super excited about learning and cannot wait to start. On the other hand, I am nervous of being old enough to be the mother of your average student, doing well and fitting it into our life.
For the first time in over five years I will be busy five days of the week. I am essentially hoping to fit six days into five.....
But I am only happy when I my brain is stretched and my time squeezed. 
Anyone that knows me will tell you that.