Merry Christmas

Well Christmas has passed but it is still the season of Christmas well at lest the Christmas period.
And i am writing this from my brand new laptop which Jamie bought for me because he is a kind husband but mostly because he is sick of sharing his laptop and thinks that by buying me one I can't make his sticky anymore.
So now I have my very own computer. I have never had that before. And i thought right I'll install everything and do everything by myself on it. You can see where this is going I tried and after about 3 minutes I got frustrated and made Jamie do it for me.
But i did install iTunes by myself. Okay no i didn't Jamie did that too.

We went out shopping for the laptop yesterday and Oxford street was so busy you couldn't walk let alone shop. There was so many people if you don't live in London you might not get it. It was like trying to get on the last helicopter out of a war zone. It was brutal and Jamie said to me 'You Are quiet' because usually I huff and puff and swear at people and push and shove my way through the crowd and I said 'yeah I am trying to be zen about the whole thing and zone out' Actually I was imaging what it would like to be Daniel Crag's girlfriend and where we would live. I am currently favouring a country house, not too big with about 8-10 bedrooms. Anyway I didn't tell jamie this because he hadn't bought me the laptop yet.

And also for Christmas I got an Ipod dock which you put your ipod into and it plays music. So i got electronics for Christmas. I had the Christmas of a 15 year old boy.

I also got a measuring jug and some rubber spatulas but before all the feminists out there raise up there arms in protest I asked for these things because I need to increase my baking equipment.

Hope you all had a lovely Christmas and have a lovely new year. Now I have my own laptop I think I will update the blog more. Yes I will it is my new year resolution. I have just decided. just like that.


Picture of laptop above, just for kicks really laptops look all the same but I thoguht the blog needed some visual interest.

xxxxx

Sleep here -wake up there

This is the thing with being on the other side of the world from your family. The time difference.
I just can’t work it out, like ever, even after 5 years. But I am celver girl and usually google it, or ask Amy at work who works it out for me in her head like the genius that she is.
But it is a problem for my mother who in the five years I have lived in London has called me at a respectable hour about twice. Not twice a year but twice. Apparently you don't have google in new zealand.
So this is what happens the phone rings at 6:30 on a Tuesday morning. Here two things immediately run through my head One someone I love has been killed/injured or maimed and it is a New Zealand related emergency. Two Mum has got the time difference wrong again.
But I pick it up because could you imagine if I slept through it and then something has happened to my lovely family. I couldn’t live with myself.

So in stumble out of bed literally and turn on the bedroom light, so I can see the way to the lounge but mostly because I am angry if Jamie gets to sleep and I don’t.
And I answer the phone and when I say answer I mean groan.
And the conversation goes like this
Mum: Hi Honey
Andrea : grrrrr
Mum: Oh did I wake you?
Andrea: grrrrr
Mum: What’s the time there?
Andrea: 6:14
Mum: What in the morning?
Andrea: YES
Mum: That’s early
Andrea: I know
Mum: Oh I thought you would be up by now? What time do you go to work? I thought you would be up for work. You start work very late in London Does Jamie start work late? Oh I guess I got the time difference wrong again. I never seem to get it right. Is Jamie up? What time does he go to work? Are you still sleepy? It’s nice to hear your voice. How have you been? It’s nice weather here, rained a bit yesterday. What about London? Are you still sleepy? Should I call you back?
Andrea: Yes.
And then I hang up.

Because although I love my mum to death I don’t make any sense that early in the morning and she is paying to call me do she is basically flushing money down the toilet. And I just can’t do it.

And I emailed my sister and said let’s skype on Christmas eve and Christmas day. And she said that’s a good idea. I’ll be at Dads from 3:30 to 6:30. Which means I will have to talk to them at 5:30 in the morning (Amy worked this out for me) 5:30 in the morning at the latest. AT THE LATEST. Is she crazy! This is no way near a respectable time and then she said Mum coming over at 1:00 so we can talk then as well. 1:00 at lunchtime means 12:00 at night my time. Oh okay I’ll just wait up until 12:00 and then call you! I will have to be very drunk to do this which means it be an interesting Christmas phone call. It seems that time difference diffculties run deep in our family.

Anyway because it is Christmas and I have a generous soul I am setting my alarm and getting up and out of bed ridicously early to talk to my family. That’s how much I love them.

xxxxxx

below freezing

Ohh-wee it’s cold in London. About -2 at the moment but don’t worry it feels like 3 degrees. So cold. And the footpath has completely iced over which means you are taking your life in your hands when you walk. I almost slipped over 100 times on the way to work today. But I used my thighs to stop myself sliding around. So toning up the bum muscles. I think I need some type of ice shoe.

Also I have out on all pre-wedding weight and so are now trying to loose a bit, not all just a bit. Have stepped up the exercise again, which I quite enjoy in a sick type of way and am watching what I eat and Jamie does not help. I have trained him too well and now he always brings home chocolate for me that I feel obliged to eat out of politeness. I told him not to bring home chocolate anymore so he bought me home cheesecake instead, and I ate that as well once again out of politeness it gave me no pleasure.