Freya being weird on Will’s lap.Will made cheesey latkes at Hanukkah!Kadek’s presents under our tree, before she came to pick them up.Electric menorah for the window.More delicious latkes.Copying my Master List of Interesting Names into my 2018 book.Me having a fever that went on for fucking ages and that my doctors gave no shits about.Freya sitting on Will again.I wrote “flashing fire alarms” twice because I am good at life.Bessie, Mike’s dachshund who is incredibly sweet.
Sweet Bee.I have no idea about formal electric plans but I like attempting them anyway.Love me them floorplans.
Over-notebook pencil case holding key things.Bel is a client of the company Will works for, so we got some cheese at Christmas.8th night.
Christmas tree.A card from Kadek with an Ananas.Cards started sliding on top of each other after a while.Christmas nails.We baked cookies!
I love this shelf for the downstairs WC.This is nice wrapping paper.
Christmas dinner by Will.Oh yeah dat Family Circle.
This thing is really cool!
Joyful decorations!
Freya’s main present, a dinosaur chew!Another present, a giant water bowl!It doesn’t need refilling for ages, and because it’s on a stand, I haven’t tipped it over with my wheelchair wheel!
We didn’t have a proper green wreath in the window this year but this one was still nice.
Merry Christmas!
Freya’s weird foot moment.Ben took us out to a restaurant in the countryside to celebrate our engagement.
The decorations were really lovely.The food was lovely, but why did it have to be on wood and with my chips in a tin.A plate, at least, although I couldn’t actually finish this!I have discovered the joys of having a Spotify account!I have also convinced myself that I could just cast my library at people’s parties because there is such a mix on there and I would be the best passive DJ ever.The year looks short when laid out like this.
We went to Will’s mum’s house for a couple of nights for New Year’s Eve.
Note my cool pineapple holdall in the background there.I love her decor actually so much.
Such a good boy yessssssss.He falls asleep like this.
That rug isn’t bad either.I LOVE these big windows.The moon!This is such a beautiful decoration.
Flameless candles that look very nice! I love real candles but I do like the idea of leaving some of these in closed jars in the garden and switching them on with the remote.
I absolutely love those festoon lights. And Bertie of course!Beautiful grey baby.Guinea pigs! They have lots of squeaking conversations to themselves.There are two more in the little log house, believe it or not.My two bobbles.Ozzy having a mosey.Bertie on the bookshelf.
Dinner.
Dessert which was very nice, although I unfortunately was too full to finish it.I was impressed by this spoon.Will in a hat.
Ozzy loves to cuddle and doesn’t mind your natural fidgeting. Freya gets up and grumbles if you do anything.
After midnight ? This is a bad photo (looked clearer at the time), but basically I could look out through the garden gate at fields in the distance and it was really lovely.This was also a better picture of the garden at the time.Sofa bed. I think Will was getting ready for bed at the time.Will knows the best kind of wreath to get for a Letti.Cheese is alarmingly low-carb.I finally got a Bioplast bar for my vertical industrial. People say lots of bad stuff about Bioplast, but I don’t care, I have to do the best thing for my ear, which at the moment is to have something with a bit of give, linking both holes. I think the inside of the piercing is starting to heal fairly well because sliding the new bar in didn’t hurt much at all.From the back. It’s pretty much just the right length to have a bit of movement without being ridiculous.More dinner by Will.
In probably uninteresting news, I’ve decided to stop straightening my hair and try letting it go curly again. Even though I don’t actually like that look on myself.
Relaxing it is hard these days as my sister is now far away, and getting her to do my hair when she came up would mean she spent the whole trip doing that and then had to go again. Also I end up with annoying kinky bits at times like now when it needs relaxing again, there is new wavy growth and, although the bonds of my hair were permanently broken, they do start going crinkly again in previously-relaxed areas.
So I thought, fuck it, why don’t I actually let it curl again. Hair that has been relaxed will apparently never go totally back to normal. So I don’t expect the lower ends of my hair to do much.
Having curly hair involves effort of its own though. I can’t brush my hair, can only comb it when it’s wet (or when there’s an especially stubborn knot, but I’m not very good at dealing with that and bits of my hair end up dreading themselves), can’t have it towel-dried it in the normal way because that just creates frizz, I basically have to leave it the hell alone and hope for the best. I will probably straighten my fringe sometimes because I look like an idiot without one.
After a day of not brushing.Also I got this thing so that I can look back on my life (hopefully) improving.It’s going well so far . . . A proper curl that appeared.But sometimes this happens at the back of one’s head and it’s really annoying.Freya’s weird flop.My scalp after a couple of days.Blurry Willetti.It’s gone a bit more mad now.
I really liked Will’s mum’s house (one that they moved to a couple of years ago and that I hadn’t seen before), it wasn’t actually too dissimilar in layout to the floorplan I made, but obviously a bit smaller and there wasn’t a lift and stuff. Unfortunately there wasn’t a downstairs toilet, which meant a lot of butt-shuffling up the stairs and sore thigh muscles, but at least their carpet was plush enough to not hurt me in the bum.
Anyway, there was a little conservatory over what served as both the front and back door, and it was really nice to smoke in the open doorway and look out at the fields through the gate. In fact I enjoyed it so much that I realised I must have some sort of half-open conservatory to smoke from when we build a house.
Veranda conservatories apparently exist, and the image below is exactly what I’m looking for to put at the back of my eventual house. But obviously everything would be all flat for my chair and stuff.
I forget which conservatory supplier website I found this image on, but it was one of the regular English ones. I’d get some festoon lights up in there.
The trip to the house also made me realise that I might be allergic to cats though. I think it might be only older cats, apparently they release heaps more dander when they’re old, so it might be that. I didn’t really get much trouble from touching Bertie, who is quite young, but I think all the other cats are definitely over 12. Touching Piccalilli gave me the instant eyes-on-fire feeling. Which is a bummer because she’s so friendly.
Mopsy died a few years ago now but I don’t think my brain actually accepted it, because I was still sort of expecting her to wander out when I got there. I hadn’t been to Gaye’s house since she died, so I think in my mind, she was still there with all the other cats. It bummed me out a little bit but obviously there’s nothing to be done about it.
On that note, me and Will have been talking a lot, and we think that when Freya’s gone, we’ll try not having a dog for a while. Going out for dinner with Ben made us realise that we skipped doing a lot of that stuff in our relationship. We got a dog about 6 months in, mainly because I got ill but also because we are both mad dog people. So many things ended up happening to Freya and she can’t be on her own at all now, not even in just a room of the house. So one or both of us is constantly at home, we can never just decide to go out somewhere together.
I am happy to put up with that for Freya, she has literally saved my life so many times and I will give her what she needs. But after this, we need to take some time to just be together. We would both be miserable in a no-animal house, so we will get a cat, which will be much more independent than a dog and so we can easily go out for an evening or even a weekend, if we leave food and water out. I may of course find that without any assistance coming from a dog, I am incredibly frustrated and unhappy, so we will probably end up getting a puppy as soon as possible. But ideally after an established cat, and obviously, having that dog from a puppy, we would do all the right things that weren’t done by any of Freya’s previous owners.
I am certainly not wishing for this time to hurry along though. I will be absolutely devastated when Freya is gone. I’ve seen pictures online of a Northern Inuit that got all the way to 14 years old, so that gives me some encouragement, but she is turning 9 this year so I’m worried anyway.
I got lots of cool stuff for Christmas, sorry if I haven’t shown a thing that you got me, would feel a bit weird to photograph all my stuff, I promise you I do definitely appreciate it.
And, here are screenshots, of things I would have rambled about on Facebook if I were still using it.
?? This is not fucking OK ?? I saw this and cannot describe the feeling of cold disgust it gave me. I understand not forgetting a deceased former partner but you don’t photoshop his motherfucking ghost into your pictures WTF.I am glad about this because we were served some things on wood at that restaurant and it was irritating as well as unhygienic. I am so glad that the We Want Plates community is a thing.Yeah we just love having agonising problems with our ovaries. Plus did u know that women cannot even be trans ?♀️. Amazing how when I was genderqueer I was considered part of the transgender community, and yet if I’d have referred to myself as a “transwoman” they would have reacted like that. Amazing. Thank God I just decided to accept my own body and not be part of this.Fuck everyone who hates Gal Gadot for being Israeli. Fuck everyone who doesn’t support Israel.
