Showing posts with label Competition entry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Competition entry. Show all posts

Friday, 12 April 2013

A view to nowhere

When I first had the email informing me that Wooden Blinds Direct were running a competition to find the worst window view I couldn't think of anything to write about.  I live in the South Wales Valleys and most of my views consist of mountains and generally very pretty scenery.  I've always been lucky on my holidays to have quite nice views from my hotel windows.  Then, I went into work one day and it hit me.

The only thing I complain about in work is that my office is below road level so I have no view.  I look out of my window and there are lots of brambles and bushes, and if I crane my neck I sometimes manage to see peoples feet as they walk past.  I always like to be quite positive and will say that during the winter months, there is a lovely little robin who pays us a visit and lands on the bush.  It's the highlight of my year.

I suppose another positive is that during the week of warm weather that us Brits call summertime, I can't actually see the sunlight so don't get that feeling of disappointment that I'm stuck in the office.  Similarly, the rain never seems so bad.  It's kind of like working in a cave.

But it's green and natural, I hear you say.  At least it's not concrete right?  But concrete doesn't move.  This stuff looms over me and creeps forward slowly until I feel like it's going to bury me alive.  Then the caretaker appears and cuts it all back until all that's left is a bunch of sticks raised threateningly at me.

It's so bad that I always ask if I can move into the upstairs offices.  What do they have a view of you might ask?  Well, their only view is of the cemetery which is situated next to our office.  At least it's peaceful I suppose.

Thursday, 18 October 2012

I'm a DIY disaster

Tots 100 and are running an amazing competition and have challenged us to makeover a room of our choice. I've agonised over which room to choose as my heart wants to do the spare bedroom to turn it into the perfect sleeping and playing place for my two youngest boys, but my head tells me that it needs to be my en-suite bathroom.  This is the reason why.

Firstly, I will admit that this is self inflicted.  Around six months ago I asked my father to rip out the shower in my en-suite as the lovely mosaic tiles that were fitted eight years ago were falling off the walls and causing water to leak through to the kitchen ceiling.  I was getting an increasingly large water stain on my kitchen ceiling and was worried about the shower ending up downstairs!  The problem was that we didn't have the money to replace it.  Needless to say, my husband was not best pleased with what I'd done.

Every morning I wake up and feel miserable at the empty space in my en-suite.  Every night my husband comes home from work and gives me 'that look' before running the bath.  Even my six year old son keeps asking when we'll have a shower again.  Though the spiders are loving it.  There's these lovely big, brown ones that keep coming out of the walls to find warmth in the house *shudder*  My five year old son refuses to go into the room any more though, but he managed it for a short time in order to tell you about the spiders.

It is my dream to surprise my husband and children with a lovely, shiny new room that no spiders can access.

Enough of the misery, onto the dream.

I want to create a sanctuary; something calming and gentle that will co-ordinate with my bedroom.  Neutral tones, contemporary lines and a splash of colour.  I'd love more storage, a basin that stands on a unit and posh taps.  Oh, and a heated towel rail.  I've always wanted one of those.  I quite like the shower boards instead of tiles.  No chance of any spiders getting through those!  Take a look at my Pinterest board to see more of my ideas and plans.  The only trouble is, the more I pin the more I want!

This would be the ultimate room, but unfortunately even a renovation wouldn't give me that.  I'd need a new house!

Image from Jenny Martin Design

A huge thank you to Tots 100 and for this competition.  Even if I don't win I've now got all my ideas ready for when we can afford to do the work. painting and decorating

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

The Day That....

I got the birth I wanted.

I had my first son by emergency caesarean section after being induced.  It was amazing and I was instantly besotted with this tiny little bundle of joy.  I also had an overwhelming feeling of sadness that it hadn't been a natural birth.  I felt like my body had betrayed me.

I got my natural birth with my second son.  It was agonisingly painful but I got my gorgeous baby at the end of it and it was all worth it.  Except that I had to have three months worth of physiotherapy following his birth because I had traumatised my body while in labour due to having Symphisis Pubis Dysfunction.  I had done everything wrong when in labour.

When I was pregnant with my third son I was determined to get the birth right this time.  I was with the midwife when my waters broke.  They sent me home and my contractions started while I was driving.  I got home and my husband arrived ten minutes later to take me to the hospital.  I was trying to phone my mother as I wanted her with me but I couldn't get through to her.  We got to the hospital car park and there was nowhere to park and I started panicking.  I felt sick and realised that I was in transition and I screamed at my husband to just stop the car!  I didn't want to give birth in a car.  As I was getting out of the car I could see my mother walking out of the hospital towards me.  It felt so surreal and my husband later said it was like seeing an angel as we were both panicking by this point.  (I will point out that she was working at the hospital on this day and she had come out to try to phone me).  My mother took me up to labour ward while my husband got my bag and parked the car.  He only just made it as ten minutes later my beautiful baby boy was born.  I'd had a 40 minute scary, intense labour but it was perfect.  This photo of baby, myself and my mother was taken just 10 minutes after he was born.  I look at it and remember the happiness and joy I felt.

This is my entry into The Boy And Me The Day That competition.