well, if anyone was wondering, and i don't suppose they were. i am still here. our pc died, well, it's not actually dead, but it's terminal. something to do with the hard-drive, blah blah something, something, something . we went to the in-laws last weekend, had a lovely time. i took said computer to our nephew as he is knowledgable about all things computer. i wanted him to re-format. when he looked at it he discovered that it would cost almost as much to repair as it would for him to build us a new pc. so that is the route we are taking. the good thing is that he will build it for us and my husband will be able to give him the money when we have it. in the meantime i am using our dd's lap-top which is harder than you think. the typing is a nightmare, i keep catching the pad thingy with my thumb which then, inexplicably, moves things all over the place, very irritating. but i am learning to keep the thumbs up and really shouldn't complain since i feel very blessed to still have internet access. of course it took me several days to set the internet up on said lap-top, and i did come dangerously close, as we all have at some time, to throwing the wretched thing out of the window . but here we are all set up and working.
this weekend i am doing a favour for a friend, i agreed to have her two almost-teenagers overnight. they are twins, a boy and a girl, we know them through swimming. my friend, the mum, has never really left the twins with anyone. she went through a pretty unpleasant divorce sometime ago and is pretty self sufficient. so i felt quite honoured to be asked. the two boys (mine and hers) went into town to a games centre place. its within walking distance. on the way home, at 7.30 p.m., just before swimming training, a group of children started to shout abuse at the boys and also threatened them. our boys told them to go away and leave them alone. at which point a girl tried to punch the boys, our son managed to deflect the punch, but she managed to get my friends lad three times in the eye. to give our boys credit they didn't hit back - having been brought up to know that hitting girls is WRONG WRONG WRONG (sisters excepted obviously, ) meric told me afterwards that she had also spit in his face. what is that? so, it seems that i can not allow him to go out on his own, apparently unaccompanied teenage boys are fair game. i rang the police and reported it since we know where the girl lives and menekse took a photo on her phone. then i took our friend to the hospital as he was complaining of a headache. the mum doesn't know yet, we are meeting up at lunchtime. she will never leave them again!!
after the hospital we went to tesco's to be greeted by the sight of a group of lads kicking the living daylights out of another lad on the floor, whilst being watched by the staff in tesco, including security. so, apparently home is the place to be from around 5 p.m. on friday night.
another friend, also from swimming, had heart surgery this week, replacement of an aortic valve. her daughter is expecting a baby any time now (second baby to second bloke, no permanent partner, she is only 18 but has a very nice council house thanks to making herself deliberately homeless at 16). anyway, i am on the visiting rota for taking the kids to visit mum and am also the birth partner for the daughter which i am quite excited about. now the boy in this family is the youngest, he is almost 18, he doesn't approve of his sisters lifestyly choices, thinks children should be born after marriage, he is quite old fashioned i suppose, and yet, he doesn't have a problem with sex outside marriage, is it me or is that slighly hypocritical?
well, this started off just as a bit of a note to show i am still in the land of the living. it turned into an epistle. and of course i don't have time to sit here. we are going out in about 90 minutes. oh, the length of a football match. which reminds me, why do i have to be english and support a team which always gives us a scare? why can't they just do the business and let us relax instead of putting us through torture for 75 minutes. then yesterday there was argentina, the beautiful game, enough said. a 26 pass build up to the second goal. we can't compete.