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Draw.

Louise Bamford — Mon, 16 Apr 2012 15:13:59 +0000

Having a conversation with a lady in the sheep shop today and mid-conversation she just came out with: “you know, you have a really good face for drawing!” she did some kind of hand gesture around my face and said she would like to draw it sometime, then went back to the previous conversation. Randommm.

Sandwiches.

Louise Bamford — Sat, 17 Mar 2012 11:26:43 +0000

Sat on the train to London wondering why do people eat the most offensive smelling sandwiches when they’re on a train? Seriously..Tuna? You know when you make it that you’re going to be sat less than a metre away from people whilst eating this sandwich, so why tuna? And something with onions? Why not chicken, or ham?

Oh yeah and who eats their packed lunch at 11am anyway!?

Sorry kid.

Louise Bamford — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 21:44:09 +0000

Just remembered the kid who asked for one of my birthday balloons on Saturday..

I was probs a bit harsh when I shouted ‘no’ at him and told him to wait until his own birthday!

Simba.

Louise Bamford — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 17:09:10 +0000

Want to seeeee!

Notice.

Louise Bamford — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 17:45:03 +0000

Quit my care job today. Gave my four weeks notice then was later told I only need to give one.

God damnit.

Hair.

Louise Bamford — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 14:55:41 +0000

I took a dive today and got all my hair cut off. Literally rang the hair dressers yesterday and got an appointment for today, flicked through a hair magazine found a style and went for it.

Actually LOVE my new hair. Will thinks ‘it’s short’, which means he doesn’t like it.

Feel like a different person, just wish I’d had the balls to get it cut earlier!

Delayed

Louise Bamford — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 21:25:52 +0000

It’s sad to be leaving Spain, but what was worse was the journey to, and the arrival at the airport.

Driving along the toll motorway and Will says ‘got your passport?’ ‘oh…shit’ I say. After frantically searching both of our hand luggage bags to no avail, I get panicky. So I’m crying my eyes out whilst driving thinking I’m going to miss my flight and end up stranded in Spain (the fact Will’s mum lives 45 minutes from the airport didn’t seem to enter my mind).

After paying at the toll booth, a Guardia officer was directing people to the edge of the road. So obviously I start panicking incase he asks to see our documents. I HAVE NO PASSPORT! I pull in and he starts blurting Spanish all over the place. “English?” I say, and he switches to perfect english. It turns out he’s breathalizing people. I’ve not even had a drink but I’m irrationally worried. I had to open my own plastic mouth blowy thing and put it on the machine. Turns out I wasn’t drunk! But then I drove off (with my plastic mouth piece as a souvenir) and the realisation that I still didn’t have a passport set in again.

There was no hard shoulder to pull into on the way to the airport, so in the car rental car park I turn over the contents of my suitcase in the hope I’ve put it in one of my handbags. Nothing. I’m still crying my eyes out. Will then randomly checks the front pocket of his suitcase. He found it. I cried even more with relief.

No longer a potential Spanish futative, Will and I checked the departure boards.

Manchester ***departure 23:50***

We’re supposed to fly at 19:50. A four fucking hour delay. Monarchs excuse:

“The plane is late because it set off late”

No shit Sherlock.

How old.

Louise Bamford — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 13:25:44 +0000

On my jollies in Spain, walking through the supermarket (super mercat, ha) and spot this..

What would be the need for a question mark candle??

‘I forgot how old you were so I just bought a question mark and put it in your cake..’

Would ordinary plain candles not have the same less embarrassing effect?

Fudge.

Louise Bamford — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 22:38:31 +0000

Today my beautiful cat Fudge had to be put to sleep. She had kidney failure and had not eaten or drank for the past week. The Vet said the urea level in her blood was 90 when it should be around 8. She was impressed she was still alive. That’s my fudgey, 16 and a half years strong. After being taken in for tests on Wednesday morning and kept in on a drip, she was not improving, yesterday afternoon we brought her home for her last night. She slept in the sun on the sofa, she just looked normal. We had Chinese for tea, duck was her favourite, and she actually managed to eat some she made it up the stairs and slept in my room as usual. I didn’t want to sleep ’cause I knew what was coming this morning.

My mum and dad came with me today, I held Fudge as the vet gave her what is basically an anaesthetic overdose. I could feel her little heart going so fast, and then it just stopped beating and she became limp.

I’d say she looked peaceful but her big round black and green eyes were open, like when she was mad. I felt like she was angry about what happened, but I decided her body is just the remains of her horrible terminal disease, and she is no longer in pain.

Without seeing her face she looked asleep but there was no life left in her as we stroked and kissed her goodbye. I didn’t want her to go, but she already had.

Rest in peace my little Fudgey roodles x

8.11.1994 – 11.06.2011

OMG, kittens.

Louise Bamford — Tue, 31 May 2011 22:07:16 +0000

Will bought kittens this month. I introduce you to…

Maverick

and Purrl

Cutest kitties in the world! Go on http://omgkittens.co.uk for about a billion photos of them.