Celebrity customers make my day slightly less dull!

Oh how I’ve neglected this place of late!
It’s been forever since I wrote here, or at least, that’s what it feels like.

Things haven’t been particularly hectic, or busy, or stressful, I just didn’t feel the need to write as much over the last few weeks, and for that, I am sorry.

To top it all, nothing of any great excitement has actually happened in my mundane life. I get up, I do bits of housework and washing, look after two hilarious 4 year old daughters, eat a few things, and then get ready for work.

Then I go to work, get incredibly bored, and then get the same bus home with the same driver and the same people. The same old thing each and every day, and now it’s actually only 4 months to go until I can leave. I am hoping that as it will be summer, and I love summer, it will just whizz by and I won’t even realise where the time went. I kind of doubt this will happen though, because when you’re not particularly enjoying the moment, the moment drags.

I can’t complain in terms of meeting people, as most of the people I work with are great, and furthermore; we get to meet and serve the occasional celebrity!
In the last 2 months or so, I have met and advised Sherrie Hewson (ex-Coronation Street actress, now a regular feature on Loose Women for all you daytime TV addicts in the UK!), Kieran Cunningham who is a rugby league player for St Helens, and only last night we were graced with the custom of the one and only Ray Quinn, who came second in the X Factor (beaten by Leona Lewis a year or 2 ago). So it can be exciting at times, I guess.

My eyes are letting me down now, so it’s time to switch off, forget about work and get some well deserved rest. After all, I need to look fresh incase the next celebrity who pops in for some Euros turns out to be someone like Russell Brand!

Slices of Life: The Very Early Years

I’ve been inspired by a few blogs I read now and again, and decided to have a go at writing about sections of my life….. it may be boring, but at least it can be like a diary for my kids when they grow up, or when I’m no longer around or whatever……

 

In the year 1977 my dad had a diary in which he jotted down birthdays, important stuff, and dates when he was going away on army exercise.

On the day I entered the world, the entry simply reads; “Marie had a girl! BRILLLLLLLLLLLLLLL”. He was obviously filled with elation that his first daughter had been born.

I was born in Harrogate in North Yorkshire, but we were sent to Germany at the tender age of just 3 months, already starting my lifelong trend for moving around, feeling unsettled and letting my itchy feet do the walking.

 

At around 6 months old, I had a fit. My face turned purple, I went extremely hot, and stopped breathing.

My dad saved my life by dunking my tiny, pink body into an ice cold bath, and performing CPR on me, while my distraught mother lost it and panicked in the corner, believing that she had lost her first little girl forever.

 

My brother was already 6 years old when I came bounding along. I think he was probably really peeved that he now had a little pest following him around and eating his toys. I ate pretty much anything I could get my hands on, as my baby pictures prove. I was a big baby, with arms that appeared to have elastic bands wound tightly around the joints.

 

My mother was probably even more peeved that she no longer had any freedom whatsoever in the leg area. For as soon as I became mobile, I clung to her constantly, and even followed her to the toilet. Thankfully, I have since grown out of this habit, and my mum is no doubt highly relieved that she has a bit more personal space.

 

At 3 years old, my mother left me at a neighbour’s house whilst she attended the hospital. I screamed and screamed until I was actually sick everywhere.

I didn’t realise that when I next saw my mum, she would have another little body with her. My baby sister, Kerry. I now had a new person to cling to, a brand new, tiny, pink, wrinkly, yet strangely alluring and extremely beautiful little girl with hair as white as fresh German snow, and I vowed I would always look after her and never leave her alone.

 

To Be Continued………..

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me, a Mercedes Benz

As I grew up, I was forced into going to Mass every week by my mother.
She had grown up in a strict Catholic family, and wanted to pass on the same values and beliefs to her own 3 children. However, unfortunately for her, none of this really worked. Although we are 3 good people, we have not carried on the tradition of the Mass-going, confessions, communion and all that sort of stuff. I just have no interest in it to be honest. I found it quite boring as a child, and didn’t feel the need to have to believe and practice anything.

Now at my work, one of my colleagues is a guy who is religious, although not a Catholic, but a Christian, which is all well and good, and yeah, I respect anyone’s beliefs if that is what they choose to believe in.
However, he does not respect mine! Every time I am on shift with him, he makes a comment. It started out as quite a strong one saying he wanted me to become a Christian. I ended up arguing with him, explaining I had been there and done that. I got back; “Yes, but you should do it again. Jesus loves you, you know”.

And on and on it goes. Every single time we are at work together, I get a snidy little comment, or a blatant outright comment about how I should become a Christian.

Last night I was having a bit of a whinge about our financial situation, and saying I was fed up of being poor. Well, he used the word “poor” as I tailed off into a daydream about winning the lottery.
He then went on to advise me that if I let Jesus into my life, I would be rich.
Yeah, cos he drops pennies from the skies to pay my nursery fees, or to fix Alex’s car, or to ensure I have enough for my rent, or even, even to buy a loaf of bread, or take me to work on the bus.
I was so angry. I explained that I have a lot of things in my life that make me rich already, the love from my children, and my love for them, my family, Alex, my friends etc, etc. I did not need Jesus in my life to enrich it. He sucked his lips and went in a mood. Yeah, cos Jesus loves him, he can’t take it when someone else rejects that notion and gets all moody about it.

If that’s what happens when Jesus is in your life, I’d rather be without him.

So yes, financially I am poor, but otherwise, I am rich in many things. I just wouldn’t mind a few of those pennies to drop from the sky, even if they had to hit me on the head on the way down, but I won’t be asking someone who, I believe, doesn’t exist.

Stop, oh yes wait a minute Mr bus-driver!

I just felt I had to post and state my undying love for the bus driver. Not that I would marry him or anything, but he is such a nice chap that he drops me off before he reaches the bus stop so I don’t have to walk so far in the dark on my own! EVERY NIGHT! Bless him.

April is the start of a new financial year, and I am hoping that this means that our finances might get sorted out once and for all, and maybe, just maybe, I will be able to bid my bus driver a fond farewell, and leave my job! I highly doubt this will happen, but there is always hope, so I will continue to cling to it, for now. And continue getting off at a non-stop too, for as long as the lovely Mr bus-driver will let me.