An ode to the Blackberry

The beloved Blackberry is no more - it came to a sticky end amid a hefty dose of Ariel Stain Removal Gel (which consequently does a marvellous job on whites - especially those that have been worn by small boys who like, dirt, blueberries, bananas, raspberries and cheesy, tomatoey things). It does not however do a very good job of Blackberries. I think perhaps running it under the tap wasn't the most sensible of things either, but hey ho. It made a jolly good attempt at working again after a couple of days in the airing cupboard, but alas the screen was all cloudy and it kept trying to call people when I was trying to look at twitter.

So now I have one of those swish new android jobbies. I'm not cool enough for an i-phone so I have the cheap-o eqivalent. It's all rather marvellous. Mr Jones is a bit jealous. I don't have a clue how to use it. It rang earlier and despite great effort I was completely unable to answer it, much to the amusement/chargrin of all the other people in the hospital waiting room. (I'd taken the boy for a routine eye check up - all fine - in fact he could see things I couldn't). Still I'm sure I'll learn how it works in due course - in the meantime I shall perhaps be a bit slow at replying to texts and who knows whether I'll be able to answer if you call me - but I will try.

Apparently the local tote is running a book on how long it will take the boy to smash the lovely shiney screen - odds at 3/1 for the end of the week.

I know, I know

Yes, it's been a while, I have no excuse bar a very long to-do list and sheer idleness brought about by sunshine and the impending return to office drudgery. Thank you for your emails enquiring as to my existence.

Since my last post we have - been on holiday (Blakeney don't you know, in the most marvellous house, I wanted to stay but the fridge was a bit small), cooked a lot of things (I'll post recipes soon), been brave about the boy going to the childminders, stopped breast feeding, had colds, coughs, bugs and all sorts of yuckiness, got two teeth, watched a gorgeous wedding, fallen back in love with a prince, done approximately 8,0000 loads of washing (I've found a 30 minute cycle - it's been a revelation - small things) and discovered Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Frozen Yogurt - same calories as a yogurt but sooooooo much nicer. I get quite nasty if there isn't some in the freezer.

So there you haven't missed much.

In other news Mr Jones has decided that we need another room on the house - so we're converting the loft. All very exciting - until you go up there, see all of the crap and start to panic about where exactly we are going to house the remnants of a wedding, my beloved hoard of Christmas decor (the stuffed mousse might be back in one day!), various boxes of old school stuff, half of our old house and all the suitcases? There was talk of a skip - I begun to feel a touch faint. Still, until someone works out where the stairs are going to go I can forget about it.

Who knows when I may post again - perhaps this will break the deadlock?? If you can't bear to wait you can always follow me on twitter