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FatFairNForty(ish)
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cheeky mare! I'm only 43!!Just pluck them if they bother you. They won't grow back like a goatee at all. Or if they aren't bad, just leave them be ... me thinks it's more of a sign of old age than VLCD .......
FatFairNForty(ish)
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OOOhhh HAVE to tell you!!!
Got a phone call from a job I applied for on Friday - AND... MIGHT have an interview tomorrow!!!! It would be perfect (if salary negotiated properly)... part time... afternoons.. job I could do with me eyes closed!! lol
Feel SO good!! Hee hee.. meeting due in 10 mins.. not done prog - hey ho.. lol... pub quiz after!!
Mr K rang hee hee hee..
see you all tomorrow! xxxx
Jennie
aka the bearded lady!!!
Got a phone call from a job I applied for on Friday - AND... MIGHT have an interview tomorrow!!!! It would be perfect (if salary negotiated properly)... part time... afternoons.. job I could do with me eyes closed!! lol
Feel SO good!! Hee hee.. meeting due in 10 mins.. not done prog - hey ho.. lol... pub quiz after!!
Mr K rang
hee hee hee..see you all tomorrow! xxxx
Jennie
aka the bearded lady!!!
pandora
finding my way again !
you know, Jennie i'd be exhausted if i led your life, i really don't know how you manage it.
i have hairs on my chin & although for the majority you cant see them i know they are there & they are quite coarse so i pluck them & although they grow back its not that fast & i certainly havn't got a goatee ( i don't think, did you notice i had one ?)
xx
i have hairs on my chin & although for the majority you cant see them i know they are there & they are quite coarse so i pluck them & although they grow back its not that fast & i certainly havn't got a goatee ( i don't think, did you notice i had one ?)
xx
Eclipse
Gold Member
Hope you did well at the quiz tonight. Good luck with the interview, knock em dead gal.
Coat sounds lush, especially on you As for daughters tastes, what the hell do they know :sigh: if you catch my drift
Glad things are great with Mr K.
Hopefully, will try to give you a ring in the week to catch up, if you don't mind?
Take care hun
x x x
Coat sounds lush, especially on you
As for daughters tastes, what the hell do they know :sigh: if you catch my drift Glad things are great with Mr K.
Hopefully, will try to give you a ring in the week to catch up, if you don't mind?
Take care hun
x x x
cazmaz_irl
Banned
OOOhhh HAVE to tell you!!!
Got a phone call from a job I applied for on Friday - AND... MIGHT have an interview tomorrow!!!! It would be perfect (if salary negotiated properly)... part time... afternoons.. job I could do with me eyes closed!! lol
Feel SO good!! Hee hee.. meeting due in 10 mins.. not done prog - hey ho.. lol... pub quiz after!!
Mr K rang
see you all tomorrow! xxxx
Jennie
aka the bearded lady!!!
WOO HOOO congrats on getting the call for an interview they must really like ya...
we do so why not eh! can't wait to hear how ye get on..
MadamDotty
Back again!
Good morning Jennie
Not been around much this weekend so had a few pages to catch up on - phew - you do lead a busy life. It's all sounding good though and well done on the job interview, keeping everything crossed for you.
x
Not been around much this weekend so had a few pages to catch up on - phew - you do lead a busy life. It's all sounding good though and well done on the job interview, keeping everything crossed for you.
x
FatFairNForty(ish)
Gold Member
Bizarre - men? What's that all about???
Morning all
Well.. what a day yesterday was! After my last post.. (I haven't had a call to say they could slot in an interview.. lol.. so we shall see! I'm not altogether surprised as I know the man said he had to prepare for the accountants coming.. so..) Mr K rang right after the job interview man What timing! * happy sigh*
Then R rang! He is in a right muddle..:cry: so I let him talk.. (as you do) but was very conscious that the guys would be arriving any minute for the meeting! Argh! It was ok though.. I was off the phone with about 3 mins to spare (just enough time for another loo break). lol
The festival meeting went well - more very nice comments from the guys.. Simon (our Chairman) said that I must go round to their place as Joanne (his wife) would love to see me again (haven't seen her in about 7 months).. lol.. so that will have to be fitted in somewhere! lol Also.. sorted out that I am now going on a weekend conference in March in Market Bosworth (I think) so that will be ace fun! A whole weekend learning more about the Folk Music industry, seminars about profile raising and media involvement, fundraising, gig on the Sat night, posh hotel in the countryside.. YIPPEE!! lol Am REALLY looking forward to that! I'll be going on me own so am bound to have a blast meeting loads of folkies! (they are fabby people!) probably dance me feet off!!
Pub Quiz - well.. thanks to the festival meeting running on a bit late .. by the time I got to the pub I could already hear pub quiz man (PQM) reading out questions!!! I rushed inside.. lol.. well.. you know how comedians take the pi$$ out of folks who arrive late.. LMAO.. it was like that.. lol.. it was dead funny and I had missed an entire round!! (I reckon he started early!).. lol The whole evening was a right laugh.. AND.. I WON a round!!! £5! lol SO.. up £4 on the night! (well.. £1.50 as I gave Lucy £2.50 as it was a joint effort). The bizarre thing though was this... as you know... PQM has always been after Lucy.. which I accepted, you know.. it happens.. (all the frickin time.. lol) well.. this seems to have changed!!! Either that or I am even thicker than I think!! (s'always possible!!)
At the end of the evening, as I was getting ready to leave, PQM came over and started chatting away to me, asking why I was so late getting there.. chatting and laughing.. it was very odd!! I mean, we've been going every week (bar 2 I think) since my birthday in November - and he's NEVER talked to me.. lol just Lucy.. I sort of looked at Lucy and she just smiled.. lol.. it really must be something in the water!! (yeah - beer goggles!!!) Lol
We said our cheerios to everyone and left.. outside I said to Lucy – blimey he was chatty tonight! She laughed, we both had a bit of a girly giggle about it and said bye. It was very very foggy and icy too! I wonder though.. (nowt to do with the weather - just me digressing as always ).. why are men so piggin' different to me at the moment?.. first there was Eric ringing me out of the blue.... now R (although that is different, bless him), and last night PQM seemingly taking an interest!!.. and this morning… a text from someone I haven’t heard from in flippin’ months!!(in fact, I didn’t recognise the number so it’s a good job he wrote his name! lolol Or I wouldn’t have a clue who it was from!!) I haven’t replied. It was a pleasant message, you know.. how are you and the girls, how was Christmas and New Year.. that kind of thing – lol , shows you how long it is since I had anything to do with them.. and I’ve never met them either (one of these no-shows on a dating site… his mum was really ill.. think I might’ve mentioned it wayyyyy back.. lol)
So, I was wondering.. Is there something in the air? It all seems to have happened since I met my lovely Mr K! Am I different in some way now I have a wonderful man in my life?? I mean.. even men in shops treat me differently – in fact , I would say that just about ALL men I encounter now treat me very differently!! It’s really funny!! In an amusing and slightly off way.. Lololol I think PQM was just being friendly though – although that’s not what Lucy thought.. LMAO! I can’t freakin’ tell!!
And anyway.. not interested any more now I have Mr K lol, so if he was flirting he’s wasting his time now! Lolol Ah the fickle finger of fate! (renowned for its comedic timing!!) I seem to have lost my ability (if I ever had it) to know if a guy is just being nice and friendly or if he is flirting with me!! I wonder if there is anywhere I can go to “learn” the difference again – or if I am just destined to always think they are just being nice and friendly and talking a load of bowlacks when they give me a compliment!
T’other night, f’rinstance.. I got told I was beautiful!! I mean.. well.. the thing is.. and I know, I “shouldn’t tar all men with the same brush” etc etc etc… BUT… I’ve heard it all before.. from C (the chap I went out with for 8-9months, gave me diamond ring and then spectacularly dumped me!).. so.. I tend to not believe compliments from men per se. Now.. when Mr K says stuff to me *happy sigh* .. I love THAT.. but still and all… even though I KNOW he is genuine.. I struggle to accept them.. I mean, don’t get me wrong,, a gal can’t have too many nice things said to her by chaps.. BUT.. actually accepting them as a truthful thing is really really tough some times.. know what I mean?
Anyway… maybe I’m different now I have Mr K.. dunno.. but there is something very odd going on with the blokes I come across… a definite upsurge (smirk) of interest!! Lol Bizarre!!! (But hey – am not complaining.. it’s doing my confidence a huge favour! Lol)
Morning all
Well.. what a day yesterday was!
After my last post.. (I haven't had a call to say they could slot in an interview.. lol.. so we shall see! I'm not altogether surprised as I know the man said he had to prepare for the accountants coming.. so..) Mr K rang right after the job interview man What timing! * happy sigh* Then R rang! He is in a right muddle..:cry: so I let him talk.. (as you do) but was very conscious that the guys would be arriving any minute for the meeting! Argh!
It was ok though.. I was off the phone with about 3 mins to spare (just enough time for another loo break). lolThe festival meeting went well - more very nice comments from the guys..
Simon (our Chairman) said that I must go round to their place as Joanne (his wife) would love to see me again (haven't seen her in about 7 months).. lol.. so that will have to be fitted in somewhere! lol Also.. sorted out that I am now going on a weekend conference in March in Market Bosworth (I think) so that will be ace fun! A whole weekend learning more about the Folk Music industry, seminars about profile raising and media involvement, fundraising, gig on the Sat night, posh hotel in the countryside.. YIPPEE!! lol Am REALLY looking forward to that! I'll be going on me own so am bound to have a blast meeting loads of folkies! (they are fabby people!) probably dance me feet off!! Pub Quiz - well.. thanks to the festival meeting running on a bit late
.. by the time I got to the pub I could already hear pub quiz man (PQM) reading out questions!!! I rushed inside.. lol.. well.. you know how comedians take the pi$$ out of folks who arrive late.. LMAO.. it was like that.. lol.. it was dead funny and I had missed an entire round!! (I reckon he started early!).. lol The whole evening was a right laugh.. AND.. I WON a round!!! £5! lol SO.. up £4 on the night! (well.. £1.50 as I gave Lucy £2.50 as it was a joint effort). The bizarre thing though was this... as you know... PQM has always been after Lucy.. which I accepted, you know.. it happens.. (all the frickin time.. lol) well.. this seems to have changed!!! Either that or I am even thicker than I think!! (s'always possible!!) At the end of the evening, as I was getting ready to leave, PQM came over and started chatting away to me, asking why I was so late getting there.. chatting and laughing.. it was very odd!! I mean, we've been going every week (bar 2 I think) since my birthday in November - and he's NEVER talked to me.. lol just Lucy.. I sort of looked at Lucy and she just smiled.. lol.. it really must be something in the water!! (yeah - beer goggles!!!) Lol
We said our cheerios to everyone and left.. outside I said to Lucy – blimey he was chatty tonight! She laughed, we both had a bit of a girly giggle about it and said bye. It was very very foggy and icy too! I wonder though.. (nowt to do with the weather - just me digressing as always
).. why are men so piggin' different to me at the moment?.. first there was Eric ringing me out of the blue.... now R (although that is different, bless him), and last night PQM seemingly taking an interest!!.. and this morning… a text from someone I haven’t heard from in flippin’ months!!(in fact, I didn’t recognise the number so it’s a good job he wrote his name! lolol Or I wouldn’t have a clue who it was from!!) I haven’t replied. It was a pleasant message, you know.. how are you and the girls, how was Christmas and New Year.. that kind of thing – lol , shows you how long it is since I had anything to do with them.. and I’ve never met them either (one of these no-shows on a dating site… his mum was really ill.. think I might’ve mentioned it wayyyyy back.. lol) So, I was wondering.. Is there something in the air? It all seems to have happened since I met my lovely Mr K! Am I different in some way now I have a wonderful man in my life?? I mean.. even men in shops treat me differently – in fact , I would say that just about ALL men I encounter now treat me very differently!! It’s really funny!! In an amusing and slightly off way.. Lololol I think PQM was just being friendly though – although that’s not what Lucy thought.. LMAO! I can’t freakin’ tell!!
And anyway.. not interested any more now I have Mr K
lol, so if he was flirting he’s wasting his time now! Lolol Ah the fickle finger of fate! (renowned for its comedic timing!!) I seem to have lost my ability (if I ever had it) to know if a guy is just being nice and friendly or if he is flirting with me!! I wonder if there is anywhere I can go to “learn” the difference again – or if I am just destined to always think they are just being nice and friendly and talking a load of bowlacks when they give me a compliment! T’other night, f’rinstance.. I got told I was beautiful!! I mean.. well.. the thing is.. and I know, I “shouldn’t tar all men with the same brush” etc etc etc… BUT… I’ve heard it all before.. from C (the chap I went out with for 8-9months, gave me diamond ring and then spectacularly dumped me!).. so.. I tend to not believe compliments from men per se. Now.. when Mr K says stuff to me *happy sigh* .. I love THAT.. but still and all… even though I KNOW he is genuine.. I struggle to accept them.. I mean, don’t get me wrong,, a gal can’t have too many nice things said to her by chaps.. BUT.. actually accepting them as a truthful thing is really really tough some times.. know what I mean?
Anyway… maybe I’m different now I have Mr K.. dunno.. but there is something very odd going on with the blokes I come across… a definite upsurge (smirk) of interest!! Lol Bizarre!!! (But hey – am not complaining.. it’s doing my confidence a huge favour! Lol)
flirty40greeneyes
Busy busy busy!!
Reading about you and folk festivals - have you heard of Middlewichs one?? Link attached. It's normally in June and lasts 3 days and we get all the canal barges coming into town - plus loads of music etc.
Middlewich Folk & Boat Festival - Home
Middlewich Folk & Boat Festival - Home
FatFairNForty(ish)
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Remembering my dad - sorry if this upsets anyone
And so.. today..
Monday 5th February 2007
*I’m sorry – this isn’t going to be a jolly post.. .. and I hope you will forgive me for what follows.. but it’s how I feel on this day every year….and only on this day… So thank you for understanding..*
I was dreading today, I always do… it’s 22 years ago today that my darling dad died. I’m sure that’s one of the reasons why I am so tired today… restless sleep.. fitful night.. cold (although I know why that was!!).. and odd dreams.. every year I am transported back to that awful day.. and can feel it all happening again like some Groundhog day thing… it’s horrid.. he went to work in the morning.. the last words he said to me were shouted up the stairs.. “come on shellshine.. time for work”.. to which I yelled back “Ok.. thanks dad.. see you later”. And I did.. see him later.. laid out in a hospital chapel of rest.. with a blue satin sheet thing covering him up to his chest.. he looked like a wax dummy.. shan’t ever forget that..
I had just started a brand new job… 1 week earlier.. on telesales.. and my mums mate rang me and said.. “come to your mum, your dad’s collapsed at work”. And I knew. Right then, at that very moment.. I knew.. I rushed to be with mum and as we travelled across Hertfordshire and down into London.. (he had been taken to the Mile End Hospital) I tried to reassure her..told her he would be sitting up in bed joking with the nurses.. he’d be nagging for some toast and all the time.. in my heart .. I knew. He was already gone. My head turned into overdrive.. my mouth gabbling rubbish and my head trying to organise how to tell my sister (pregnant with her second child – she lost the first).. my grandfather ( over 80, living alone, no family nearby), friends and family… how and where to start organising a funeral… where to start.. my head was like a flippin food mixer whizzing everything around in one big noisy screaming mess.. yet my mouth was all calm and reassurance for my mother..
When we got to the hospital his friends and colleagues of over 30 years (Chris and Don) came out to meet our taxi… their faces said it all.. but they wouldn’t say.. and couldn’t… we passed the resuscitation room (which is where they had told mum he was when she got the call – remember this is pre-mobile phones).. the door to resus was open and the room empty… it was on the left as we entered A & E… there were rows of beds on the right..I scanned them quickly in the hope of seeing him sitting up in one of them, knowing it was futile.. then an office on the left which we were ushered into.. I could see the looks the staff gave us.. they knew who we were.. the nurse said she would fetch a doctor.. further confirmation… he came.. he told us that they had briefly managed to resuscitate my dad but that he had suffered a massive heart attack and, complicated by his diabetes he had died, and there was nothing more they could do. They were very sorry.
I shall never forget the look on my mothers face. The way her body recoiled as if someone had kicked her in the stomach.. the looks of total and utter helplessness and their own grief and shock on Chris and Don’s faces too.. both men in their 50’s with the faces of crumpled teenagers.. and the nurse and the doctor.. trying hard to remain professionally detached but still unable to hide their own sadness for our suffering.. then there was me. I was numb. All I could think was to ask to use their phone.. and I rang my fiancé (Andy).. and said.. “can you come to my house in about 2 hours.. my dad just died”. I was kind of in a trance really. I hung up the phone, and dialled work.. I spoke to my boss of 9 days.. I simply said.. “my dad has died. I won’t be in tomorrow. I’ll let you know when I’ll be in again. Sorry.” , and hung up… then I looked blankly at the nurse and told her I wanted to see him. She nodded silently and took me, and mum, to this room… massive tall ceiling (very old building).. painted in muted pastels.. clinical but with signs that someone had tried hard to make it less sterile- looking.. and in the centre.. on a table.. was my daddy. 50 years old. Like a waxwork. I had to touch him to believe it.. I’d never seen anyone dead before.. I touched his hand.. his right hand.. it was so cold. Like ice. He’d only been gone about 2 hours.. and he was icy cold. I was so shocked that in a hysterical way, I threw myself against the wall, I was aware of wailing and sobbing and cries of “no no no” but I wasn’t aware they were emanating from my lips.. not for a while… then a nurse came in and held me.. I rocked and sobbed… I didn’t want to believe it… not MY daddy.. not my dad.. not this lively, gregarious, monster-personalitied man… it had to be a mistake.. it had to be wrong.. it wasn’t real.. it couldn’t be… we’d just celebrated his 50th birthday the previous August.. it simply wasn’t happening. He was too young.
I think we were only in there a few minutes.. but it felt like forever… I’m ashamed to say that I have no idea what mum’s reaction was.. I was totally in a world of my own in that room with him.. I can’t even remember what she did or said in there..
Someone was talking about registering his death.. and Chris said he would see to that.. mum was. By now, it total shock, speechless, expressionless and motionless.. as if this was all happening in another dimension somewhere.. Don looked at me, touched my arm and said.. “be strong for your mother Jennie, she needs you to be strong”… he was the first of hundreds to say that to me over the coming weeks and months. We got a cab home and I think mums friend came over.. but I can’t recall that bit.. I remember ringing my brother in law and telling him and telling him to get home and sit with Jacqui and tell her the news. I felt sorry for him.. Jacqui was my dad’s favourite.. always.. we all knew it.. and she would take it harder than anyone… and she was pregnant (baby due in the September), we’d only been celebrating her good news a couple of weeks before..
Andy came.. I cried.. I rang my friend Zoe.. she came.. we both cried… so… you can see… 5th of February… a date I dread.. because of the memories it evokes.. and.. even all these years later.. it still feels as raw as that day itself.. and I am thankful that it is only one day and that (apart from a couple of similar days) the rest of the year is great.
And so.. today..
Monday 5th February 2007
*I’m sorry – this isn’t going to be a jolly post.. .. and I hope you will forgive me for what follows.. but it’s how I feel on this day every year….and only on this day… So thank you for understanding..*
I was dreading today, I always do… it’s 22 years ago today that my darling dad died. I’m sure that’s one of the reasons why I am so tired today… restless sleep.. fitful night.. cold (although I know why that was!!).. and odd dreams.. every year I am transported back to that awful day.. and can feel it all happening again like some Groundhog day thing… it’s horrid.. he went to work in the morning.. the last words he said to me were shouted up the stairs.. “come on shellshine.. time for work”.. to which I yelled back “Ok.. thanks dad.. see you later”. And I did.. see him later.. laid out in a hospital chapel of rest.. with a blue satin sheet thing covering him up to his chest.. he looked like a wax dummy.. shan’t ever forget that..
I had just started a brand new job… 1 week earlier.. on telesales.. and my mums mate rang me and said.. “come to your mum, your dad’s collapsed at work”. And I knew. Right then, at that very moment.. I knew.. I rushed to be with mum and as we travelled across Hertfordshire and down into London.. (he had been taken to the Mile End Hospital) I tried to reassure her..told her he would be sitting up in bed joking with the nurses.. he’d be nagging for some toast and all the time.. in my heart .. I knew. He was already gone. My head turned into overdrive.. my mouth gabbling rubbish and my head trying to organise how to tell my sister (pregnant with her second child – she lost the first).. my grandfather ( over 80, living alone, no family nearby), friends and family… how and where to start organising a funeral… where to start.. my head was like a flippin food mixer whizzing everything around in one big noisy screaming mess.. yet my mouth was all calm and reassurance for my mother..
When we got to the hospital his friends and colleagues of over 30 years (Chris and Don) came out to meet our taxi… their faces said it all.. but they wouldn’t say.. and couldn’t… we passed the resuscitation room (which is where they had told mum he was when she got the call – remember this is pre-mobile phones).. the door to resus was open and the room empty… it was on the left as we entered A & E… there were rows of beds on the right..I scanned them quickly in the hope of seeing him sitting up in one of them, knowing it was futile.. then an office on the left which we were ushered into.. I could see the looks the staff gave us.. they knew who we were.. the nurse said she would fetch a doctor.. further confirmation… he came.. he told us that they had briefly managed to resuscitate my dad but that he had suffered a massive heart attack and, complicated by his diabetes he had died, and there was nothing more they could do. They were very sorry.
I shall never forget the look on my mothers face. The way her body recoiled as if someone had kicked her in the stomach.. the looks of total and utter helplessness and their own grief and shock on Chris and Don’s faces too.. both men in their 50’s with the faces of crumpled teenagers.. and the nurse and the doctor.. trying hard to remain professionally detached but still unable to hide their own sadness for our suffering.. then there was me. I was numb. All I could think was to ask to use their phone.. and I rang my fiancé (Andy).. and said.. “can you come to my house in about 2 hours.. my dad just died”. I was kind of in a trance really. I hung up the phone, and dialled work.. I spoke to my boss of 9 days.. I simply said.. “my dad has died. I won’t be in tomorrow. I’ll let you know when I’ll be in again. Sorry.” , and hung up… then I looked blankly at the nurse and told her I wanted to see him. She nodded silently and took me, and mum, to this room… massive tall ceiling (very old building).. painted in muted pastels.. clinical but with signs that someone had tried hard to make it less sterile- looking.. and in the centre.. on a table.. was my daddy. 50 years old. Like a waxwork. I had to touch him to believe it.. I’d never seen anyone dead before.. I touched his hand.. his right hand.. it was so cold. Like ice. He’d only been gone about 2 hours.. and he was icy cold. I was so shocked that in a hysterical way, I threw myself against the wall, I was aware of wailing and sobbing and cries of “no no no” but I wasn’t aware they were emanating from my lips.. not for a while… then a nurse came in and held me.. I rocked and sobbed… I didn’t want to believe it… not MY daddy.. not my dad.. not this lively, gregarious, monster-personalitied man… it had to be a mistake.. it had to be wrong.. it wasn’t real.. it couldn’t be… we’d just celebrated his 50th birthday the previous August.. it simply wasn’t happening. He was too young.
I think we were only in there a few minutes.. but it felt like forever… I’m ashamed to say that I have no idea what mum’s reaction was.. I was totally in a world of my own in that room with him.. I can’t even remember what she did or said in there..
Someone was talking about registering his death.. and Chris said he would see to that.. mum was. By now, it total shock, speechless, expressionless and motionless.. as if this was all happening in another dimension somewhere.. Don looked at me, touched my arm and said.. “be strong for your mother Jennie, she needs you to be strong”… he was the first of hundreds to say that to me over the coming weeks and months. We got a cab home and I think mums friend came over.. but I can’t recall that bit.. I remember ringing my brother in law and telling him and telling him to get home and sit with Jacqui and tell her the news. I felt sorry for him.. Jacqui was my dad’s favourite.. always.. we all knew it.. and she would take it harder than anyone… and she was pregnant (baby due in the September), we’d only been celebrating her good news a couple of weeks before..
Andy came.. I cried.. I rang my friend Zoe.. she came.. we both cried… so… you can see… 5th of February… a date I dread.. because of the memories it evokes.. and.. even all these years later.. it still feels as raw as that day itself.. and I am thankful that it is only one day and that (apart from a couple of similar days) the rest of the year is great.
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flirty40greeneyes
Busy busy busy!!
Oh Jenni I am sittimng here reading your post with tears running down my cheeks - and I can feel the love you had for your dad, the pain of that day eminating from my computer.
(((HUGS))) take care - and think how proud of you he is.
(((HUGS))) take care - and think how proud of you he is.
FatFairNForty(ish)
Gold Member
Thanks, all. Sorry I made you cry, it's just how it feels today.
There is good news though too for today.. I just got home from my weigh in and I lost 3.6lbs.. which makes me 17 stone 4.6lbs... I've lost 6 stone!
It really has lifted me, and although today is one of "those" days.. this makes a difference.. I rang my mother and told her and she was delighted.. and that in itself means such a lot to me.
I have to go now as I'm off to collect my coat.. so.. just to say, thanks for the lovely messages and 'hugs' .. I think Mr K will be hugging me tomorrow for today and for all the tomorrows still to come. My dad would've liked Mr K..
See you all tomorrow
Lots of love
xxxxx
There is good news though too for today.. I just got home from my weigh in and I lost 3.6lbs.. which makes me 17 stone 4.6lbs... I've lost 6 stone!
It really has lifted me, and although today is one of "those" days.. this makes a difference.. I rang my mother and told her and she was delighted.. and that in itself means such a lot to me.
I have to go now as I'm off to collect my coat.. so.. just to say, thanks for the lovely messages and 'hugs' .. I think Mr K will be hugging me tomorrow for today and for all the tomorrows still to come. My dad would've liked Mr K..
See you all tomorrow
Lots of love
xxxxx
Thanks, all. Sorry I made you cry, it's just how it feels today.
There is good news though too for today.. I just got home from my weigh in and I lost 3.6lbs.. which makes me 17 stone 4.6lbs... I've lost 6 stone!
It really has lifted me, and although today is one of "those" days.. this makes a difference.. I rang my mother and told her and she was delighted.. and that in itself means such a lot to me.
I have to go now as I'm off to collect my coat.. so.. just to say, thanks for the lovely messages and 'hugs' .. I think Mr K will be hugging me tomorrow for today and for all the tomorrows still to come. My dad would've liked Mr K..
See you all tomorrow
Lots of love
xxxxx
Life is full of those strange opposites - on such a sad day for you - you achieve a great milestone.
Take strength from the resolve you have - maybe you are getting that 'special support' to keep you on track - who knows?
Hope the day hasn't been too stressful with the conflicting emotions.
