Monday, 17 November 2008


Don't you just hate people that say "Oh yep. I can help you out" then leave you hanging on and on then say call such a body they will help you. So you bite the bullet and make that call only to get... Oh you should have called a couple of weeks ago.

Thanks for nothing.

I'm disappearing for a while folkies. I'm not in a very good mood at the moment.


Love me.

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Tuesday, 11 November 2008


God knows where my boss is. Its a little annoying really as I have no idea where she is, if she is coming in or what! I need tomorrow off as I am visiting the Solicitors over the batty cow neighbour.

It is freezing up ere by the way. I am sure that we are in for a harsh winter this year.

I can see a little red tractor.

I did a load of work on the computer here and the IT guy did something to the server and it lost my workbook. grrrrrr. had to type it all out again.

I am bored.

I need a wee.

I will make a cuppasoup. Boring. I want KFC.

I made steak last night. Mr Kirstykins slapped on a load of Tabasco, he got very hot.!

I did my 2 minutes silence today at 11am. Mr Kirstykins brother is over in Afganistan till March or April.

Anyway. I am going to sort my desk out.

x x xx x x xx x x xx x x

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Quiet Time

Ohhhhhhhh. I just done a huge yawn.

I think that it is the dark nights.

Tom & I were out last night, there was 7 of us and a hanger onner who just would not bugger off. Even my sarcastic efforts of "Tyrone, do you have any friends" didn't make him go away. (he looked like Tyrone off Corronation Street).

We had a really good night out. We went to Manchester. But we started at 5.30pm and got the last train home which was about 11.30pm. This was absolutely perfect. 6 hours of drinking, back home and in bed by 12.45am snuzzled up nursing a poorly toe because I insist on wearing the most ridiculously high strappy shoes.

Leaving the bars at 11.20ish was far better than leaving at 4 in the morning. You don't see any fighting, no classy girls being sick in the street, no drunks sprawled, no idiots trying to pick fights with vehicles in the middle of the road.

Although I am disgusted with myself for eating a filthy dirty cheeseburger & chips when we got off the train near home. AND I ate nearly all of it too. Dirty Girl!.

I drank so much water when I got in too. I was determined not to write off today. Drinking buckets of water really works. I must have drank close to a litre of water I reckon. Another thing I didn't drink last night was Redbull. I think that Redbull keeps me awake (and makes my teeth feel furry) I did have a right mix of drinks though, vodka & lemonades, a few shots, blue WKDs and Orange WKDs, I think I had some Jack Daniels too. All of that helped numb the pain of my poor feet. Which have been wrapped in fluffy socks all day.

Went to John Lewis. Got £25.00 of vouchers to spend. We looked at everything and couldnt find anything worth buying. We ended up getting a book called Why Do Dogs Drink Out of the Toilet?. It is quite funny.

At the moment, Daisy is on top of the cushions on the back of the sofa, fast asleep, snoring down my earhole.

The fireworks are driving her mad.

They say that we should ignore a dog when they are scared or it will make them scared all the time if you comfort them.

I am sorry, there is no way I am going to watch my little Daisy cower in a corner shaking because some louts are outside setting off stupid fireworks. I am going to let her know that she is safe with me and I will cuddle her. She loves her cuddles anyway. And she soon stops shaking when she is inbetween us.

Got a couple of mags from the supermarket too. Full of boring rubbish. Dont know why I bothered. Celebrity gossip is really boring at the moment. Its all about Posh & Becks's rules of what he can and cannot do while she is in LA and he is in Milan. Victoria, your husband is a seriel cheater, either deal with it and shut up or get rid and find yourself a normal bloke that wont cheat. Katy Price's (aka Jordan) weight gain. (she is probably having another baby!) oh and Kerry Katona is she a drunk or not a drunk. Well its either alcohol or drugs. Now stop booking this girl into tv shows so she can humiliate herself and let her get herself checked into a clinic to sort herself out. Boooooooooooooooooooooring.

I am going to get myself ready for a film now. I am going to get the duvet, get into my jammies and snuzzle up on the couch.

We have no milk. Grrr.

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

My Name is Daisy

Hello, my name is Daisy. I am the puppy doggy that lives with Mr & Mrs Kirstykins, they are my mummy & daddy. They are lovely lovely people. They give me lovely food and toys and take me out on lovely walkies. Sometimes they say that NO word to me a lot.... usually when I have one of Mummy's shoes in my mouth. I don't know why because it tastes delicious.

Today has been a fun day. I was allowed on the big bed because it was Daddy's birthday, we had snuzzles, but then I decided that it would be more fun to hide my toys under the pillows then go and chase Cookie about. Sometimes I like to lick Cookies ears, they taste lovely. I might sniff her bum too. Cookie is supposed to be my sister, but I think she is adopted as she doesnt look or sound like me one little bit!!

Mummy let me have some of her breakfast, was some of Speshul K. It was really yummy.

I then found a box with these long things with pretty coloured paper on and inside there were these long cardboardy things and inside them were these fluffy white thingies that looked like thin micees. They were great....... I managed to open about 5 before I got caught out. They must have been for Mummy as she only brings them out when she is grumpy and she was grumpy when she saw me with them, she did say that NO word to me again.

Mummy & Daddy took me out for a walk but I was very scared because of the big bangy things in the sky, they rushed me round and back home as quickly as possible. I decided that I didn't want to do weewee outside so I did it on the rug by the door instead. I don't think they will notice though.

Mummy has given me lots of delicious treats tonight. I am pretending that I don't like my food because Cookies food and treats taste much better. Tonight I had white fish flavoured stuff that Cookie has and about 15 little treats too. Its much nicer than that tinned stuff mummy has started buying for me.

I also found a black and silver thing that mummy strokes her head with. I think its called a brush. The handle on that is great to chew.

Anyway. I shall go and hide my chewy chew chews under mummy and daddies pillow now then have a snuzzle then go to sleep.

Night Nights. x x x x x x x x x

Tuesday, 4 November 2008


Couldn't be bothered cooking tonight. Had a ham and pineapple pizza from PaPaPan up the rood like! Had it delivered too.

Mr Kirstykins decided that Tuesday nights would be his turn to cook...... He did call the pizza place, but I had to answer the door!

I just ate half my pizza, but most of the garlig bread pizza base. mmmmmmmmmmmm

Daisy has been really odd this evening. Very docile and sleepy. Then a moment of madness, then a bit sleepy again. She has also started nipping me. It doesnt hurt, but its extremelly annoying.

I got the day off tomorrow. Its Mr Kirstykins Birfdee. I can't tell you what I got him yet because he is sat next to me and will see.

I have written a really long letter to the Management Company about Tubby Titwitch, hopefully they will write to her. Certainly they will see just some of the things that she has done to us. Watch this space. I wish a big monster came along and ate her up!!

Lie in tomorrow YEYYYYY.

I'm off to bed now, sooooooooo tired.


Monday, 3 November 2008

Raving Lunatic

Its happened again.

Mr Kirstykins & I were enjoying watching a telly programme,,,,,,, I can't even think what it was about now because of all the commotion. We were all snuzzled on the sofa, with Daisy and Cookie too. Daisy has been really off recently with all the fireworks, so she is ultra clingy at the moment and isnt very well really, Cookie, well Cookie is just a nut and sleeps for 35 hours a day so she isnt too bothered.

And then it starts.................... It was like an earthquake then screaming and shouting. The neighbour AGAIN.... Well she was shouting things like "it is all day long, it never stops" and then she was outside our front door saying things like "he is an evil evil lazy bastard that has never done a days work in his life" "they have made my life hell, she is never in, he is there all the time waiting for me".

Well immediately we got onto the police. They fobbed us off and told us to call back in 15 minutes if it was still going on..... It was, so we called back. Mr Kirstykins is on the phone and not really getting anywhere because he is so upset that this bitch has been calling him lazy (he actually works about 14 hours a day... 6 days a week!!!!) And I work 8-6pm.

So I got the phone and let it rip with the police. I said that this has been going on since February, the first night we moved in. She has told countless lies about us, accused me of breaking into her car (yeah like I would know how to break into a car without putting a brick through the window and why would I waste my time on breaking into a 15 year old pergeot small thing?)

Anyway.... The police called on her first because we got the complaint in first... they didnt say that we had called because one of the policeguys knew me from previous incedents. Anyway, she admitted to shouting banging and screaming. Was going on about something completely different... (I was too annoyed and upset to even ask) And then they came round here.

Immediately the police were sympathetic to us both. And basically just said that unfortunately there is nothing we can do because I own this property and she owns her propety. The only thing we can do is move. (which we cant at the moment because we are tied into a mortgage, plus nothng is selling round here coz of the bloody credit crap)

Oh also... she was screaming that she wants compensation from us because we have downvalued her property.............. (obviously not aware of house prices naturally dropping with the Crunchy Credit).

So basically we are stuck with the stupid nasty evil tit unless she becomes threatening or violent.

I honestly wish she would, then they can come and take her off and stick her in a cell for the night, then she will hopefully realise what an arsehole she is.

I always thought that neighbours were supposed to look out for each other! Obviously I was wrong.

Tom & I are the quietest people around here. We don't have people round, we don't blast music out, we look after they neighbours kids quite a lot (almost every day during school holidays), I have ran a neighbour to his wife's brothers house and back about 9 at night (they dont have a car). Tom is forever fixing kids bikes when they break. I was teaching next door's daughter how to make brocolli cheese with bacon (odd child wanting to learn and cook!!) (they bring me malteasers mmmmm).

I am becoming paranoid about this woman. I am worried that she tourments our pets when we are not home. I think I will buy a CCTV camera and install it and record it while we are out.

My mind works overtime thinking evil horrible things that she might be doing while we are not here, like pushing poison through the letter box and such.

It isn't doing me much good. Its making me ill.

I am going to write to my MP I think. Its all I can think of doing at the moment. I think I may write to the management company too. This area here is an old hospital that was knocked down and rebuilt in 2002. They have done a fantastic job creating lots of apartments, semi detached bungalows and a row of mews cottages. Ours is one of 4 apartments, this is 2 bed and the witch upstairs is a 1 bed. same next door. This building was an old workhouse of some sort.... Its a lovely building, the builders kept many original features but made the inside really modern and spacious. I would love it if it wasnt for Cruella Deville upstairs.

She has been banned from any AGM that goes on as she doesnt offer anything other than complaints about the neighbours.

One of the most respected members of this community who is quiet elderly had a tongue lashing from her and luckily she recorded it. (something I must do).

Oh I just needed a whinge about this woman. There was a time where I wouldnt let this type of thing bother me, but it really does now, I will not be... no, WE will not be her subject of entertainment because she has sweet FA else going for her.

I have said to Tom (as he is very upset by what she keeps doing) that we have to act like there is absolutely nothing wrong as this will really piss her off. But inside my head and my heart I am burning up with rage for this woman and boy it is taking a lot of effort stopping myself from giving her a complete verbal battering using all the swear words I can muster up.

I sharnt tell the police that Tom's brother stole one of her plant pots just before he went to Afganistan!!!! And I sharnt tell the police that I spit my chewing gum into her other plant pots. And I sharnt tell the police that last night I ran past her car when I was taking Daisy out and accidentally hit it with the dog lead (teehee). (didnt do anything to it though) Oh and once, when it was really rainy (this is disgusting, I am ashamed at my own immaturity!!) I had a really runny nose so I wiped it away with my fingers and splattered my runny nosey mess on her car!!

I deserve all I get!


The woman is driving me to dispair. I do not know how to deal with it.

I will give anyone a huge bag of their favourite sweeties to kidnapped and dumped on an island with no phones, people, tellys or tinternet. Just send her food now and again so she doesnt die.

Would that statement go against me in a court of law if she somehow hacked into my computer and found this entry?

Try it lady, just try it. You lie about us....... we can lie about you. Like the time you were licking my car windscreen, or walking round naked asking anyone if they had a spare goat!

Anyway. I am going to watch a bit of Ghosthunting with Yvette and the Dingles from Emmerdale.

Good night me loverlies.

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Saturday, 1 November 2008


Well, I am glad Halloween is over for another year.

We managed to avoid the pesky trick or treaters.

I did catch up with Reece & Riley next door to give them thier Halloween Goodie Bags that I had bought for them. The are great kids. They don't really have many friends round here, so they always knock round wanting to take Daisy out or to see Cookie.

Pitty the other neighbour is such an old witch! I expect she is tired today after a busy night casting spells last night!

Anyway today has been yet another non productive day. Although I managed to get a very long piece of rope so that I can start training Daisy to be properly off the lead. Should be fun as she has selective hearing!!

Also, Mum has this Christmas tree that she and Dad bought when they lived in Norway. They still have it after all these years, it takes little tiny baubles and over the years they have all broken and we have never found any to replace them........... Until today. I was in B&Q and saw all the Christmas trees and got all excited so I had a wonder round the Christmas section while Mr K went to the looloo. And there on the top shelf were the small baubles. I was so excited, and I just wanted to say to everyone.... "Look, Look, Small Balls"......... but I didn't just in case someone called security.

They came in 3 different packs. Silver, Glittery and Black....... Silver, Glittery and White or Blue, Yellow, Purple, Green & Pink........ So I bought the Silver Glittery & Black ones to add a little modern feeling to an old tree. If I remember I shall take a peekture.

I have made about 6 different books on my I can't believe how good it is. I hope that the finished product will be just as good. I got a hundred different ideas swimming around my head with what pictures to go in and who to send it too.

Next weekend we will be tearing up Manchester. Was April or May last time we were in Manchester. It is so far now and far easier to stay in our local pub which is 30 seconds walk from our front door and 30 minutes to walk back!!

I have had 2 very wierd dreams. I had a really funny dream... I remember Lynbo saying about laughing uncontrollably, well it happened to me too. I was in a chemist and was trying to buy something, but I couldnt buy anyting because the man in front hadnt finished buying his stuff but the cashier didnt know that he only had to press T to allow someone else through, so while I was waiting I was watching a girl play on the fruit machine, but she lost and it told her to piss off in a computer voice, and I thought this was absolutely hilarious and I was laughing so much that my tummy was aching!

But then the next night (30th) OMG I had the worst dream about being chased by a werewolf. It was in my house which in my dream was a big old colonial house which I love in real life, and everytime the moon went behind a cloud, the werewolf would just stop, but when it came out, it went mental and was looking for me all round the house and I could hear its breathing and feel its breath in my dream. Eeeewww it was horridbul.

Tonight I made my famous Spaghetti Bollognaise. I shall write it down and then publish it on here. I just throw everything together, so I shall have to have a think about what I put in it. I also will be starting my Christmas Puds again. I will also be making a Christmas cake too this year to take to my cousins family get together.

God I hope that Christmas will be a happy time. My brother has still not been in touch. It makes me very angry as he has just allowed his silly immature girlfriend to dictate to him who he can and cannot see. I am verging on the edge (as my Lynbo said) on giving her a very big piece of my mind.!! I think that she has forgotten about the time when I allowed her to live at my house with Richard.... Both of them RENT FREE!!!! her for about 18 months and Richard for about 3 years!!!!!!! Very selfish girl she is. Mr Kirstykins doesnt like her after she came into the pub, butted in my conversation and shouted right accross the table.... "what have I got that Kirsty will never have" then preceeded to grab her enormous bust and shouted "A pair of tits".

Apart from this being extremely rude and just down right arogant, was very hurtful.

I have to thank Mr Vodka Redbull that night as her statement fell upon deaf ears. Allthough Mr Kirstykins heard it, and was not impressed. I very much doubt he will ever speak to her again!!

Anyway, she has got her perfect life now. Bully for her. I hope a big truck full of horse shit drops its load all over her. Hopefully it will drown out the smell of chip fat!!!!!

Anyhoobles. I shall go for now. I want to play with my photo book.

Lots of Love
Sleep Tight.