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Nocturnal tourettes

There is a strange affliction that exists in our household. Two, perfectly reasonable, adults go to bed and by the stroke of midnight, or some other ungodly hour, something that needs investigating wakens us up. Usually crying kids or, god forbid, dogs. Cue an exchange of gentle prods from one another, that increasingly become more forceful, before a volley of profanities ensues as to why the other should go. We call it nocturnal tourettes. How two mild(ish) mannered individuals can so quickly degenerate into foul mouthed zombies is a complete mystery. Miraculously, by morning we are back to our normal selves if not slightly wild eyed and supporting faint bruising to the back of the legs.

Last night’s ‘distraction’ was mice. We knew we had a problem when yesterday I shook a pair of thermal leggings in D’s face in order for him to access if they were thick enough and a tiny, perfectly formed, mouse poo fell onto the pristine white sheets. YUCK.

It turns out a large catholic sized family of mice has moved into our house. I don’t blame them, our house is lovely. Nonetheless, traps set and baited we went about serving an eviction notice. The long and short being that D ended up in the loft at 4.00am in boxers and a headtorch helping one of the poor little critters out of its misery.

But alas, even with a lack of sleep, nothing can dampen my spirits today. Kids cheerfully marched into nursery this morning -I think they were happy to see the back of me – and I have eight glorious hours ahead of me to fill as I please. What to do? I should really unearth my desk and study material from beneath the pile of ‘stuff’ that has accumulated during the festives. Or, I could finish painting the bottom half of the kitchen white; in an attempt to play an optical illusion on the amount of light coming in from the North facing windows. I will report in due course the success of that particular experiment. I may even head into town to buy the Hague Blue paint that is definately ‘THE’ colour for the bookcase and anything else I see fit (at least two dining chairs are not safe). Ahh, decisions. First though another coffee and a flick through the lastes issue of Homes & Gardens to inspire and motivate.


How much difference can 6″ really make?

I love my bed. I truly do, not just because its comfy, but because its unique too.

Like much of the furniture in our house, which has either been upcycled, recyled, saved from heading to scrap or simply pre-loved, it has a history. Not that I’m exactly aware of what that history is. All I know is that it is over 100years old, and according to the lovely man from Seventh Heaven Antique Beds who delivered it (now Divine Dreams) it would have been taken over to India/Africa during the Colonial years and was repatriated via Morroco and given a new lease of life at their lovely workshop.

The only problem I can see with our bed is that it is simply not big enough. No matter what positions we adopt four people can not fit comfortably into a standard double. I’m not sure how long these nocturnal population explosions will last. It’s like adding water to a gremlin; you go to bed just the two of you then ‘pop’ there’s another and then ‘pop’ another appears. Thankfully we don’t feed them after midnight (although with recent behaviour I’m not entirely sure they aren’t raiding the fridge themselves).

Which leads me to my original question, how much difference can 6″ really make? After flicking through Livingetc and some internet research I land on the website; its Valentin bed is good substitute for the ‘Thurman’ by Meridiani I had originally liked the look of, but was somewhat over our budget at $12,000! According to the a kingsize mattress width is 150cm whilst a standard double is 135cm. Would 15cm really cut the mustard in the wee hours when the bed is a mass of limbs and elbows in faces, knees in backs?

The super king at 200cm seems a tad overkill, not only because it may look slight out of scale in what would then become the BEDroom, but Dave and I would need a compass and headtorch to find one another.

Nonetheless, fabric samples have been duly ordered, to add to the mountain of other fabric and wallpaper samples, which will be a great source of reference for my course if nothing else.

Back to Bedlam

The girls get busy re-organising their room

The girls get busy re-organising their room

Yesterday was a disaster and I can only now bring myself to talk about it, having spent the evening on the sofa in an exhausted stupour. Actually, I lost a couple of hours on pinterest but it had the same restorative effect.

The day began at 4.00am with screaming kids who proceeded to sing and play at full volume. The dogs (rudely awakened by the screaming kids in the room above them and whose body clocks switched on early) left a parcel for Dave behind the, inward opening, utility room door. Needless to say it was then smeared across the wooden floor and under the actual door – yuck!

He practically ran out of the door to get back to work.

The kids declared that they liked being boring and did not want to go outside, despite my threats to throw them out into the garden and lock the door behind them. I wrongly assumed that making fairy cakes would entertain them whilst also killing time. Cue screaming over who was adding what, who wasn’t sharing what and an even more frazzled mum.

The calvary arrived in the form of a friend and her son. Another design enthusiast, we managed to briefly grab conversations on what she thought of the All White paint by Farrow and Ball that I’m in the process of painting some of the kitchen and the Hague Blue I hope to paint a fab wooden bookcase I found in a junk yard for £150.To be honest it was hard for her to comment given that some of the kitchen walls had had one coat whilst others three and the bookcase currently has a patchwork of ‘sample’ colours that if I’m not careful will soon meet and then the job will be done without me actually deciding on a colour.

Unfortnately, the kids must have realised I was having a ‘me’ conversation and took it upon themselves to trash, and I mean in a rock and roll sort of manner, TRASH, their room. Cue more shouting from me. That’s at least one New Year’s resolution broken already – I wonder how long the rest will last?

Tomorrow’s another day, right?

Happy New Year world!

I’m writing my very first blog from bed. Not where I had originally thought to enter the world of blogging, but nonetheless I think it’s best to strike while the iron is hot. Dave (hubby) has taken the girls (Holly and Freya, 4 and 3) out in order for me to get some rest and what better way to re-charge the batteries than to be lying in bed at 3pm exploring my new iPad. I do however seem to be clinging on to this cold/flu that going around and as Dave is back to work tomorrow after the Christmas break, I don’t feel in the least bit guilty; as tomorrow it will be back to bedlam and not something I am particularly looking forward to with sore ears and throat.

Other than writing a blog, 2013’s resolutions also include; no drink for 2 months; to (finally) complete the first module of my interior design course; spend more quality time with Dave; organise the house; make sure there is always food in fridge and cupboards; stop shouting at kids; plan some more me time; exercise dogs more and figure out how to time travel in order to achieve the above. I also need to figure out to arrow about with iPad, as very frustrating when you spot a typo in the copy but don’t know how to edit.

i’m looking forward to this journey, regardless who joins me for the ride, it’s sure to be an interesting one. Did I mention the need to get fit too…..