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Did I ever mention I was on the telly.... BBC Breakfast Star...

Would it be wrong to put this in place of my wedding photo?  If you know me, (unless you've been living under a stone), there's no way you can't know I WAS ON THE TELLY!  Not, like, any telly, I was on NATIONAL telly, BBC BREAKFAST telly!  So how did it come about; of course it had to be a result of my ridiculous twitter. My  A BBC producer was mooching round Twitter looking for a mum's experience of maternity care (to note I've nothing but praise for NHS maternity care despite my 'OMG the hospital's closed and I'm in labour').   It happened on a normal day... So, I got a phone call from her, we had a chat, I was on the top deck of a bus, the kids had been mithering for a go on a bus, I did say quite loudly to our Liz "Sorry kids, I'm just on the phone to the BBC".  I talked her through what happened to me, in a very talky, easy way.  She said great, can you come on the show tomorrow.   I agreed, no problem (thinking i

Ho ho ho... Dear FC... I wish you were real!

So I've a girl of nearly 9, on the whole she's a lovely girl, very pleasant natured, a wonderful big sister to her troublesome younger brother (he's a horror!).  Without bias she really is no trouble.   So for Christmas, she still believes in Father Christmas; it's real sweet, I think this is the last year we can string it out.  Last year we made a bit of an error and she was right on it... "Mummy it's funny how Father Christmas uses the same wrapping paper as us"... I pulled it round and came back "Well the elves must of taken advantage of the 3 for 2 at M&S too".  So, the trouble this year is, we're a bit skint, and are 'trying' to do it with economy in mind!  So we asked our darling girl for details of her Christmas list, and a list is what we got:  iPad  Nintendo 3DS  Tamagotchi 3DS Game  Animal Crossing 3DS Game  Light up pillow (no idea)  Letter Writing Set  Zoomer Zuppie Roxy (no idea)  Spirograph 3D 

Nativity 3, Save the Children, National Christmas Jumper Day

Well check me out, a serious blogger these days (not really... as if!), a review from moi! So Lizzy, her mate and me donned our Christmas Jumpers and went to the FILM PREMIERE of 'Nativity 3', some might call it an advanced screening... pah me and the girls got off on saying "attending a film premiere darling". We were lucky to score the tickets, mostly because we've been on count down for the release of Nativity 3 and as a family economising/saving for Christmas; a freebie day out was right up our street!   So the only stipulation was, we needed to wear our Christmas jumpers.  As if this is hardship, poor Mr C was rudely awoken by me mithering him to get up in the loft for the Christmas box... So on with our Christmas jumpers, we looked simply beautiful, mine I realise is a bit silly, with the snowman's carrot nose potruding out! But I can carry it off.... Trying to look cool! We arrived to face paints, elf hats, letters to Santa desk.

Facebook, is it real...

I've been thinking about this blog for ages.  It's not meant to be controversial!   Cute children, and mine, mine, mine! So; is Facebook, Twitter, Instragram and the others I don't know of (remember I'm 34), are they really real?   First off, I love FB and Twitter, I share lots of my life on FB and have a right old snoop.  I've met some lovely people on FB.  Twitter is silly fun, and I have some real laughs tweeting.  Keith Chegwin is my fave.  So, FB, it's not so much reflective on what's really going on behind closed doors, is it?  Like, I knew a woman who was having a bit of marital woe (in fact she couldn't stand her husband guts and was ready for leaving him!).  Well on FB it was all "My darling husband has done the washing up, what a lucky wifey I am"... thinking on it, was she just being funny (he was a gobshite)?  Just kidding, behind the scenes, the marriage was on the rocks, but to her FB public it was all hearts and flowe

Disturbances in the night....

Well it could have been one of many things...  3am... I hear strange noises in the house, a certain atmosphere creeps up the stairs...   I nudge Mr C... nothing... looks like I'm going to face the burglars single-handed...  Worse than burglars.... I creep down and am face-to-face with a sadistic, barbaric scene; a scene from my worst nightmares; a scene, From Hell.  Mr Jimmy (big white pussy-cat), poised for action, tail as bushy as anything... poor black mouse (black?  could it have been a rat?!), whizzing round coffee table, Jimmy biding his time, enjoying the fear!   I scream, turn into a big girl, and squeal, Mr C (bless him) spends a good half-hour trying to rescue the mousey, but to be honest, he's a bit scared of Jimmy...  Anyhow, he traps the mouse in the vestibule and flicks out the front-door using a dustpan...  All calm again, well actually not, Jimmy took the hump, and isn't speaking to any of us!   xx Emma-Lou 

Why I love The Great British Bake Off #GBBO

  Well, obviously, the first things to spring to mind are; a) it’s bloody brilliant and the best thing on telly by far (even better than Downton*) and b) it’s about cake! So, I do love it, I love the tent, I love Mary (I actually sometimes, late at night, worry about her mortality), I love Mel and Sue, I love the contestants, I love the cooking equipment, everything absolutely everything.  To note, I did used to love Paul, I’m coming back round… he’s slowly getting back into my good books (I do love his soft scouse accent mind). What’s great about it; it’s like real life, sometimes your cakes just don’t rise, and you have to slap on a bit of unplanned butter cream to patch it up.  All the mishaps I’ve seen have taken place in my very own kitchen, such as:  cakes falling out of oven, forgetting to add sugar, angrily throwing cakes in bin (and then having to nip to the 24 hour Tesco for more ingredients to re-do birthday cake).   Like I say; sometimes, they just don’t work

Something #Fishy... a funny snippet

You lucky lot, two blogs from me in so many days!   So, en route home from Bideford (in the worst traffic EVER); we've only set off 10 mins or so, when I start to sniff out a dreadful whiff.  Suspect No 1:  Mikey has instead of putting a kitchen rubbish bag into the outside bin, he's stuck it in the boot when loading the suitcases, he told me hadn't; but I didn't believe him! We stopped at some drive-by toilet (I've never seen such a thing), pull the boot apart, and true to his word, there isn't a rubbish bag in the car!  Suspect No 2:  Liz's feet, bless her, I upset her by insisting that she's never in her whole life dried her toes and feet properly and as consequent they stink! She did get upset (I am sorry about that), and insisted I find a pair of socks (in a moving car) to a mask the smell.  After a while I realise the smell is coming from the front of car, so could rule out poor old Lizzy.  Suspect No 3:  So it's coming from the front o

Back to School #Overwhelmed

Well first week back and as usual my September New Academic Year Resolution is to keep on top of the correspondence...  Well I had a mare this morning, and I'm not drama-ing up for comic effect. Right so bearing in mind, I've to be at work at 9am, I have to drop off at morning club, and then head miles away to the not so local nanna's to drop off the lad (in good traffic it should be an hour round trip, in the many years of doing this trip... there's NEVER been a good morning for traffic).   So the school correspondence was plentiful!  First a couple of signatures in the old link book, signing up for adhering to golden rules, thing is I couldn't find the page listing the golden rules, you've got to read the small print, I might be like signing up for keeping punctual (they'd have me there!), I flicked a bit couldn't find the right page so had to sign blind!   Dinner money, a massive £85.50 for the term... our cheque book - (of course) missing, was

It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to...

So I've had my birthday... I am now the grand old age of 34... there's a nasty rumour starting the rounds at work.. that I'm 37, and have been hiding my real age for years!  Swines, I'm happy to bring in my birth certificate... So I was born in 1980, I've got the CD, you know the one you get in a greeting card... music stars of the day include... Blondie, Eddy Grant, Kate Bush, Spandau Ballett, and Dennis Waterman (I could be so good for you.... brilliant yes?).   Other news, Gandhi wins the Indian election, USA pull out of the Moscow Olympics, John Lennon murdered outside his New York apartment... these events are like dead old... so I suppose I must be! Evidence of my actual age! I'm not too bothered though, my hairdresser made me smile the other day (after telling me I should keep my hair long now... as a shorter style would age me!), she goes "my mother is always harking on that she's glad she knows what she knows"... I always hark on th

Cats, aren't they meant to be low-maintenance, no trouble at all?

How do I feel about my pussy cats?  Mostly they're hard work!  The kitty we had previously was a person really in feline form, Mosey was as fat as could be and liked sitting on newspapers and mithering for food! When my beloved Mosey died, I wasn't prepared for the grief and I didn't realise how dearly I loved him (the night he died I cancelled going to see a Take That tribute act... I was really upset).   Perhaps that's why I hold back from the two we have now, the surly, aggressive, Jimmy, and the nervous, over-grooming Betty.  Rescued from the RSPCA, we got them from kittens, who by account had been badly treated, had a bit of a rough start in life. Jimmy is a killing machine, number one bird assassin! He's better lately, but we've had gifts of tiny birds, bigger pigeons and many, many mice... grim!  The corpses I can cope with... it's when the poor things aren't quite dead... and my conscience  has to ask questions of euthanasia (once I spent ha

Friday Frolics with Work Buds

Trying to blog more, so hand in hand with this comes even more trivia, sorry about that!  So last night, after a box of wine down in the staff kitchen, we headed to:  Friday Food Fight at Upper Campfield Market Was a bloody long walk from Oxford Rd, my horrible work colleagues, were like, "it's only round the corner" "a left after the Palace clock"... I practically sobered up with all that walking and fresh air.  But it was the worth the excursion, just up by Spinningfields, opp Hilton Hotel.   Can only recommend, and would defo go along before it closes at the end of May.  There are loads of different food stands, most of them cost around £5-£6, I read somewhere that the portions are tiny, but I didn't think so, one or two of the different dishes would just be right. You'd be pushed to find something you didn't fancy, the sweet potato chips were tasty tasty, as was the pulled pork and jerk chicken.  I didn't have pudding of my own, b

Blogging mum shortlisted for award (StaffNet - The University of Manchester)

The blogging Goddess that is Kerrie... my inspiration!  She's got to get to that award ceremony... I'm fairly sure she's already eyed up a dress!  I'm lucky to know Kerrie in real life, she's a great colleague and we have a riot at work (when we're not like running the University). Blogging mum shortlisted for award (StaffNet - The University of Manchester) What's in it for me... if we all vote, she's promised baked goods.... and songs at Team Brief... VOTE KEZZER x

Silly Musings....

My role, PA to these two 1. As soon as I turn on either the hoover (seldom) or hair-dryer, my daughter starts a conversation with me... I indicate I can't hear her, she mithers it's important, I switch off appliances... it's utter trivia 'you know Mia at school, she has a lovely new head-band'....  2. When I've left my two upstairs unattended for more than five minutes, they've flooded the bathroom... splisp splash splosh.... the price you pay for five minutes peace (as long as water isn't leaking through ceiling...).  3. Before the kids, I must of like swept up three times in my life... honestly these days a broom is permanently attached to my arm in our house.  I'm not kidding, once I considered taking a dustpan and brush to our local cafe, as the looks they gave me when Willow attacked a teacake the time before.  Accessory? 4.  When you're running late for a party... the sellotape and scissors are nowhere to be found... 

Easter Treats.... I feel right tight...

Easter treats, well my poor kids haven't got so much.  I don't usually buy them a pressie, or an outfit... and they only get ONE egg. Usually a nice one... I worry though that they might feel like they're missing out?   I'll do them a little hunt (treats bought for a couple of quid from Aldi), and they get their personalised Thornton's eggs (on offer two for a tenner).  I didn't realise that some kids get like a Samsung Galaxy instead of an Easter Egg (!).  In fact, I might leave them out a little gift, so they don't feel bad when their friends get a Wii... I'd ordered on Amazon Prime 'Grease' on DVD for Lizzy (three dabs) to watch over the school holidays.  For the male offspring, I threw in my trolley a little echo-type microphone, I thought it might encourage his language (£1.50)... so I could give these as Easter offerings...   Easter clothes?  It might be a regional thing, but my kids don't get kitted out.  Easter usually coincid

"Too busy" for blog.... boo hoo... I'm getting over myself now mind!

Well I know you’ve been chomping at the bit for the next instalment of my wonderful here blog!  Just not getting round to it… I meant to write a real fabulous piece this evening, but I kid you not, working out how to re-size my big head has taken a while… pic monkey and me aren’t getting on.  My work mate, and fellow blogger (hark at me), WifeMumStudentBum, said it was dead easy, she’s given me like a million tips as to how to get my blog ‘out there’… wonder about it all really.  But I do like writing, as I see it, extended silly FB statuses!  So, plan is to get my banner organised so my head isn’t giant sized… in real life my forehead is usual size (I’d say), I’ve turned the pages purple too it seems, not so easy on the eye, so I’ll give that some attention (going to commission WifeBumStudentBum to pimp my page in ideal blogger style… it’s not like she’s got anything else on!). Then you’re in for it, I’m going to bore you all rigid with my silly musings.  Watch this space… ne

Too skinny/fat... bore off..

So my second post, I was planning on keeping my ranting ones back for a bit, let you all think I was easy-going and dead nice… however, bee in my bonnet … To point out two things, I’m definitely not the women’s libber type, no way will I be burning my bra, in fact my view on the sexes is likely dated back at times to the 1950s.   If I were to go on a date (unlikely I’m an old married), but if I were asked to pay half… I’d be fuming!   So that cleared up. Also, I don’t majorly know (or care) a lot about Angelina Jolie, only that last year she underwent an elective double mastectomy, the way in which she handled the subsequent media, with such dignity, information and humility was impressive.   Surely she can only be applauded?   Also, she adopts like loads of kids and is married to someone gorgeous. I glimpsed this on my FB today!   So grrr.. why as women do we judge each other in such a way (and it is women who do it).   Angelina on this pic, is looking very skinny,

Intro... dum dum dum...

So my actual first life post... I'm Emma-Louise, hyphenated... (and I'm a tiny bit funny about it even if I say I'm not), 33 years of age, sometimes I get sore about being in my thirties, but mostly I wouldn't want to be younger (like hell I would... spots and uncertainty).  Hometown is Liverpool, lived in the rougher end, no place like home and all that... but I can't see myself ever moving back.  I do love Liverpool though and am very proud of my scouse accent, which after all these years away is becoming less and less (although strangers still detect my Liverpool roots, so it's there a bit, someone recently asked me if I was from Newcastle mind!). Visiting Liverpool is great, there's no place better on earth than Sevvie Park!  These days we live in Chorlton, Manchester.  Those familiar with Manchester, please don't judge me for my M21 Chorlton postcode.  I'm not sustainable or that, I do try not to use carrier bags or leave lights on (but I do