So, me and Mr T are chilling in an airport bar with a beer and large pinot. There really is nothing better than starting the holiday early! Lets face it, tax free shopping and afternoon drinking is like a holiday without the sun.
Mr T has spent money on under water goggles... Hmmmm, but who am I to judge? I've just bought a pair of bright pink skull candy head phones. Funny what being in holiday mode does to you! Enjoy the pissing rain in england... I'll be back with my tan soon!
Rach xxx
Often imitated... Never duplicated.
Sunday, 22 April 2012
Holiday Time
Monday, 12 December 2011
My New Job
Hi!
Sorry i've been off the radar for the last 3 weeks(!) Mainly due to staying in hotels and travelling all over the uk. I'm totally in love with my new job... Seriously, I'm working with some very cool people and having the time of my life. Working for such an inspirational and trend setting company makes the last place look totally amateur (which it was and er still is and er from what I hear will always be)
Anyways just wanted to check in and say a quick hello and more to come later when less busy.
Rach xxx
Often imitated... Never duplicated!
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Cleaning Day!
Being the saintly wife that I am (!) I decided to do something nice for my Husband and clean the house from top to bottom.
Now, for those of you that realy know me, you'll know that my biggest strength is deligation, you'll also know that my biggest weakness is actually doing hard work... But as I have a week off between finishing my old job and starting my new one, I thought I would have a go at cleaning. My justification being that cleaning the house is a workout in itself so therefore I don't have to go to the gym today! Mr T and I have had endless discussions about getting a cleaner in... I'm pro cleaner... Life's too bloody short to mop up. Mr T is against 'I don't want a stranger in my house' Mother In Law offered to be my cleaner but is it wise to have her rummaging through my things??? Hmmmm.....
So, let me tell you what I did today... Firstly I decided that I would reward myself with a coffee after each room I cleaned. I started with a coffee, then did the bathroom. I cleaned all the tiles, bleached the floor etc. Had a coffee. Then I did the kitchen. I scrubbed everything then had a coffee. By this time I was ready to climb the walls with caffine. Change of plan... Put some tunes on (MOS sessions 7, doesn't everyone miss Frankie Knuckles??) and swop coffee for wine. Cleaned bedroom, all nice clean sheets, straightened up front room. Lovely Mum called, a nice distraction so we chatted for an hour about should we have mulled wine or champers on Christmas Eve and what pressies we are buying. Phone call ends and I decide that cleaning really isn't for me (this was confirmed by my mum also) I just can't understand the fact that it is a horrible mess of a cycle where you clean something and then it gets dirty again.
Anyways, looking around my hard work I decide, House clean? Gleaming, house tidy? Immaculate then I hear a key in the door.
Mr T is home....
Carhartt rucksack gets 'thrown' on the floor, Northface jacket gets 'flung' over the bannister, Nike IDs get 'kicked' off, IPOD, mobile and other technology stuff that us women aren't supposed to 'get' get 'shoved' onto the stair case. My eye brows hit my hairline (good job I haven't had botox... Yet) I inform Mr T 'I've cleaned this bloody house today!' He responds 'Oh, nice one babe... Well done!'
This is totally the time to bring up the cleaner discussion again....
Rach xxx
Often Imitated, Never Duplicated!
Now, for those of you that realy know me, you'll know that my biggest strength is deligation, you'll also know that my biggest weakness is actually doing hard work... But as I have a week off between finishing my old job and starting my new one, I thought I would have a go at cleaning. My justification being that cleaning the house is a workout in itself so therefore I don't have to go to the gym today! Mr T and I have had endless discussions about getting a cleaner in... I'm pro cleaner... Life's too bloody short to mop up. Mr T is against 'I don't want a stranger in my house' Mother In Law offered to be my cleaner but is it wise to have her rummaging through my things??? Hmmmm.....
So, let me tell you what I did today... Firstly I decided that I would reward myself with a coffee after each room I cleaned. I started with a coffee, then did the bathroom. I cleaned all the tiles, bleached the floor etc. Had a coffee. Then I did the kitchen. I scrubbed everything then had a coffee. By this time I was ready to climb the walls with caffine. Change of plan... Put some tunes on (MOS sessions 7, doesn't everyone miss Frankie Knuckles??) and swop coffee for wine. Cleaned bedroom, all nice clean sheets, straightened up front room. Lovely Mum called, a nice distraction so we chatted for an hour about should we have mulled wine or champers on Christmas Eve and what pressies we are buying. Phone call ends and I decide that cleaning really isn't for me (this was confirmed by my mum also) I just can't understand the fact that it is a horrible mess of a cycle where you clean something and then it gets dirty again.
Anyways, looking around my hard work I decide, House clean? Gleaming, house tidy? Immaculate then I hear a key in the door.
Mr T is home....
Carhartt rucksack gets 'thrown' on the floor, Northface jacket gets 'flung' over the bannister, Nike IDs get 'kicked' off, IPOD, mobile and other technology stuff that us women aren't supposed to 'get' get 'shoved' onto the stair case. My eye brows hit my hairline (good job I haven't had botox... Yet) I inform Mr T 'I've cleaned this bloody house today!' He responds 'Oh, nice one babe... Well done!'
This is totally the time to bring up the cleaner discussion again....
Rach xxx
Often Imitated, Never Duplicated!
Last Day At Work
So I rock up to Head Office, feeling all empowered at the prospect of a new start. I'm here to drop my car off (ahhh, the mazda 6, what great memories we have like the time when i drove into a wall in a car park in High Wycombe, stupid multi stories!) and complete an exit interview.
As I wonder round the building saying goodbye to people, I actually feel quite sad, it's the end of an era. I think about all the friendships I have made and long will those friendships continue thanks to facebook.
On the way out, I decide to drop by Mr CEO's office. In all fairness he stops his meeting to have a chat with me. I have a particular soft spot for Mr CEO... He is neither old or grumpy which you would expect with the job title but rather quite brilliant and charismatic.
We chat for a while then he looks me straight in the eye and confidently says 'You'll be back Rach', I hold his stare and reply 'Sure, when you have a place on the board, give me a buzz' (What a cool parting shot!!)
It is an emotional day which I was not expecting and I even questioned myself 'I'm I doing the right thing leaving?' Then Mr T calls and asks if I fancy meeting him in Birmingham for a bit of shopping and a night fuelled with champagne... All previous thoughts are forgotten as I jump on the train to meet him....
Rach xxx
Often Imitated, Never Duplicated!
As I wonder round the building saying goodbye to people, I actually feel quite sad, it's the end of an era. I think about all the friendships I have made and long will those friendships continue thanks to facebook.
On the way out, I decide to drop by Mr CEO's office. In all fairness he stops his meeting to have a chat with me. I have a particular soft spot for Mr CEO... He is neither old or grumpy which you would expect with the job title but rather quite brilliant and charismatic.
We chat for a while then he looks me straight in the eye and confidently says 'You'll be back Rach', I hold his stare and reply 'Sure, when you have a place on the board, give me a buzz' (What a cool parting shot!!)
It is an emotional day which I was not expecting and I even questioned myself 'I'm I doing the right thing leaving?' Then Mr T calls and asks if I fancy meeting him in Birmingham for a bit of shopping and a night fuelled with champagne... All previous thoughts are forgotten as I jump on the train to meet him....
Rach xxx
Often Imitated, Never Duplicated!
Saturday, 5 November 2011
Hot Fuzz!!
Hi Guys,
Following on from my 'near death' experience... A police Man came to my house.
I answered the door and all I can say is 'Hello Hello Hello!'
The Sergent came in and settled himself, I offered tea or coffee, he asked for coffee, black... hmmmm...
Mr T was watching footie on the box... No surprises there! That may be the reason why the old bill stayed so long...
He asked to see my driving license, my eyes popped out of my head. I've raised a complaint, why do I need to produce documents? Anyway, I cautiously passed over the tatty piece of paper that is my old school license, he chose not to look at the penalties and I chose not to look at the fact he was not drinking my coffee.
He asked for my number which I then asked Mr T to read out. Police Man started laughing and queried 'Don't you know your number?'
I responded 'No, I never call myself, so I don't know my number'
He replied 'I know my number' and I could not resist saying:
'So do I... It's 999!!!'
Shortly after Old bill decided to depart... Me and Mr T chuckled over many police jokes, I then thought that I will go to the gym tomorrow.... For a sun bed! Obviously I'm not fully recovered yet!!!
Rach: Often imitated, Never Duplicated xxxx
P.s Alot of you on facebook are digging my blog... Don't just comment... Follow me! I need more hits!! xxx
Following on from my 'near death' experience... A police Man came to my house.
I answered the door and all I can say is 'Hello Hello Hello!'
The Sergent came in and settled himself, I offered tea or coffee, he asked for coffee, black... hmmmm...
Mr T was watching footie on the box... No surprises there! That may be the reason why the old bill stayed so long...
He asked to see my driving license, my eyes popped out of my head. I've raised a complaint, why do I need to produce documents? Anyway, I cautiously passed over the tatty piece of paper that is my old school license, he chose not to look at the penalties and I chose not to look at the fact he was not drinking my coffee.
He asked for my number which I then asked Mr T to read out. Police Man started laughing and queried 'Don't you know your number?'
I responded 'No, I never call myself, so I don't know my number'
He replied 'I know my number' and I could not resist saying:
'So do I... It's 999!!!'
Shortly after Old bill decided to depart... Me and Mr T chuckled over many police jokes, I then thought that I will go to the gym tomorrow.... For a sun bed! Obviously I'm not fully recovered yet!!!
Rach: Often imitated, Never Duplicated xxxx
P.s Alot of you on facebook are digging my blog... Don't just comment... Follow me! I need more hits!! xxx
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Day 3: A Run In With The Law!
So... I'm cruising through Oxfordshire on my way home from work, admiring the beautiful countryside and also admiring the soundless and smooth engine of the mazda 6 doing 60 (the right speed for the road I was on by the way!). I'm 10 minutes from home thinking about what I'm going to do for dinner and should I go to the gym (the answer to this should always be yes). Imagine my horror when I approached the top of the hill to see a police car with his lights on come flying towards me as he was trying to over take a car (yes on a hill... very very dangerous driving!)
I slamed on the brakes, seat belt works! Lap top bag wacks me in the bag.... Police car managed to get back behind the car it was trying to overtake and carries on!!!
I get home dinner becomes a large glass of Pinot... And I answered my earlier question about the gym... Don't reckon it would be wise to go for at least a couple of nights now....
Rach xxxx
Always Imitated... Never Duplicated!
I slamed on the brakes, seat belt works! Lap top bag wacks me in the bag.... Police car managed to get back behind the car it was trying to overtake and carries on!!!
I get home dinner becomes a large glass of Pinot... And I answered my earlier question about the gym... Don't reckon it would be wise to go for at least a couple of nights now....
Rach xxxx
Always Imitated... Never Duplicated!
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Day 2: A Night At The Local....
So... My Husband AKA Mr T called me up today and asked 'Do you fancy going down the pub tonight?'... I responded 'Ummmm... Is that a trick question???' So we arranged to meet from work at 6.30pm.
What you need to understand is that when I say 'pub' I mean local zoo where human meets animal. I should not complain though as a round costs less than a fiver!
I get there early (not that I'm keen or anything..) and before I even open my mouth the barman is pouring a large glass of pinot grigio with a splash of soda water (my usual), I feel priviliged then slightly embarrased, I obviously frequent the joint more often than the norm!
Mr T walks in and the barman pours him a glass of guest ale 'gangly gouhl' (in light of Halloween) and I feel relived that he is just as predictable as me.
After a couple of drinkies (hmmm 4 or 5) I head out to the smokers section and Mr T comes with. I've always thought of smokers being very social... Which must be true as we are all forced to me in small enviroments... I was literally in the Lions' cage!
As I was puffing happily on a menthol (totally healthy.. It tastes of mint!) Mr T was looking disturbed at the clientele and also the conversation taking place.
As I tuned in I heard some old boy commenting on some woman's thighs being wrapped round his neck... Don't know how the rest of the story went but Mr T had his coat on and was pacing towards the exit.
I felt we should call it a night so as we walked home I giggled at the prospect of some old boy getting lucky whilst Mr T pondered on how Human man has evolved.
Rach xxx
Often Imitated... Never Duplicated.
What you need to understand is that when I say 'pub' I mean local zoo where human meets animal. I should not complain though as a round costs less than a fiver!
I get there early (not that I'm keen or anything..) and before I even open my mouth the barman is pouring a large glass of pinot grigio with a splash of soda water (my usual), I feel priviliged then slightly embarrased, I obviously frequent the joint more often than the norm!
Mr T walks in and the barman pours him a glass of guest ale 'gangly gouhl' (in light of Halloween) and I feel relived that he is just as predictable as me.
After a couple of drinkies (hmmm 4 or 5) I head out to the smokers section and Mr T comes with. I've always thought of smokers being very social... Which must be true as we are all forced to me in small enviroments... I was literally in the Lions' cage!
As I was puffing happily on a menthol (totally healthy.. It tastes of mint!) Mr T was looking disturbed at the clientele and also the conversation taking place.
As I tuned in I heard some old boy commenting on some woman's thighs being wrapped round his neck... Don't know how the rest of the story went but Mr T had his coat on and was pacing towards the exit.
I felt we should call it a night so as we walked home I giggled at the prospect of some old boy getting lucky whilst Mr T pondered on how Human man has evolved.
Rach xxx
Often Imitated... Never Duplicated.
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