You could be excused for thinking that this picture was advertising a new invasion of the body snatchers or stepford wives movie. Just goes to show money can't buy you love!

so cardylady's been a little bit naughty with techboy

i'm hoping to be back in my flat in crouch end after my couple of years of wondering back and forth to spain and london and staying in various house shares around the town, maybe my slow nervous breakdown is coming to an end, i feel a lot calmer these days and quite looking forward to a quiet life tending the garden

work is good at the moment, i'm working on a new online project, i quite like dealing with all the techie boys and this agile malarkey is quite interesting

anyway i'm going to try to make more of an effort to blog, there's so many things i've wanted to write about recently 

i've recently got back from 2 months in spain, when i finished a previous project we all went out for a celebratory meal, towards the end and mindful that we still had a stack of company cash to get through, I egged everyone on to down double shots of grappa, i later fell into a cab and then out of it at home only to realise I didn't have my keys so i grabbed another cab to techboy's place, said hello to the pavement in a most ungraceful manner, wondered why the cab driver was leaning over me with a concerned look on his face, no it's ok my friend lives here, i'll be alright i said, feeling the bruise coming up on my face i knocked on techboy's door, his flatmate opened the door and looked at me bermused, i've hurt my face i cried, techboy walked down the stairs and led me to his bedroom and placed an bag of peas on my face, then we proceeded to have inappropriate, unprotected sex, the following morning i had a big black eye, see i'm the sort of person the moral majority are horrified about, quite rightly probably, though maybe it's their moralising that's turning people to drink! anyways off i trot to work, two meetings to go to, nice big shiner, people look but they don't ask, there i sit, talking, big shiner, everyone politely ignores it and asks no questions, lovely

 maybe i'm just having my last wild fling before i retire to a life of garden tending and cat feeding

so little time, have meant to blog for ages but staying somewhere with no internet connection and working solidly plus several people overlook my pooter so not many sneaky blogging opportunities

is everyone still here? had a look at vox but can't find anyone

i'm buggering off from work soon so will be able to write more hopefully, had a bit of a hectic year but now i just want to walk and eat tapas

i'm in an internet cafe and two guys are fighting over closing or opening the door! mad

is it bad to leave a message on your daughter's facebook profile (obviously disguised as someone else other than her mother!) teasing one of her old school friends over always being naughty on the school bus!

it's funny (or not maybe) how certain child hood memories really stick with you. I've got a few but one that i remember very clearly is a day in spain at my grandmother's  cottage, well cottage is perhaps too much of a romantic view, it was a 3 roomed building, kitchen, 'in between room' and bedroom, during the summer these 3 rooms would be filled with her four daughters, their husbands and their children, of course the kids never minded the chaos but it must have been hell for the parents, for the kids there was nothing but entertainment in the surrounding area, the river, the sea, the animals, the other kids, their imagination, it held nothing but fascination for me, although i did have to suffer the mosquitos and sun stroke, anyway the parents, understandably would try to escape from time to time