Daisy Turnip says......... Daughter turned 18 last February and finally got her full driving license in March 2008.
Grandad had a couple of grand banked for the occasion. Daddy Dave also had a couple of grand banked to top up for unsuspecting costs for a car that posh daughter was prepared to drive.
Daughter now drives a very posh car for a fashion degree student!
Mommy pays an unbelievably expensive car insurance premium for her daughter to drive her ‘chav’ car.
Mommy and Daddy Dave threatened daughter that if she had the need to claim on her insurance policy, she would have to pay the difference in the insurance cost between year 1 and year 2!
Back in October daughter ‘dinged’ a 4 day old GT Bentley Continental ie £120k – because the stupid wife of the owner was late to pick up her son, and was driving like a total idiot at speeds far too great for the actual road – but we’re not bitter, and we’re trying to move on. HOWEVER, insurance premium moves on up. In fact, only this weekend, we received the renewal quote – it’s doubled to £1,200! Kids and cars – license to print money for insurance companies.
The pain hurt for the duration of the weekend. But we dealt with it and HAD moved on!
I left home for work this morning at 7am, leaving behind a lovely picturesque village, with snow and ice lined roads. And then, an hour later, some swine ploughed into daughter’s car! Moved it from the road on to the pavement in the process! And then s/he drove off, without a note or a knock at the door. How lovely! NOT.
Daughter is now distraught. I am gutted! And I am also brassic – parent of a chav driving car, who promised her child expense free driving whilst she was a student!
Surprise – the ‘swine’ turned up tonight and ‘fessed up – now waiting for insurance details – promised for tomorrow, before 9am. Will let you know how it goes.
Monday, 5 January 2009
New Year’s Resolution
Daisy Turnip writes.....
A very small handful of friends and family have asked that my new year’s resolution be that I restart ‘the blog’ – ok DT is going to try and be good and do the blog thing again. No promises – but I’ll try
A very small handful of friends and family have asked that my new year’s resolution be that I restart ‘the blog’ – ok DT is going to try and be good and do the blog thing again. No promises – but I’ll try
Holidays and Illness
Daisy Turnip writes.....
I love holidays – every time I take one, I get sick!
I broke up from work on Monday 22 December and have spent the entire holiday with this awful bug. Back at work today, and I’ve still got it! Don’t you just love holidays!!!
I love holidays – every time I take one, I get sick!
I broke up from work on Monday 22 December and have spent the entire holiday with this awful bug. Back at work today, and I’ve still got it! Don’t you just love holidays!!!
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Now I See, Now I Don’t!
Daisy Turnip writes.....
For the last few days, I’ve been watching a spider build a pretty enormous cobweb in our garden, just outside the back door. The cobweb runs between a large potted plant over to the garage.
The spider is rather chunky and has multi coloured legs and body. I really don’t like spiders but have watched impressively from a far, as it built a masterpiece of cobwebby art.
The other morning, I went to peg out some washing - wet clothes in one hand and a handful of pegs in another. Silly me, I forgot all about the cobweb. In one quick stride I destroyed the cobweb! As I did so, it felt like walking into candy floss and it sounded like electricity running around my face, as my head ploughed through the middle of the cobweb. At this point I remembered that chunky spider. It was then that I started screaming and went to flick the spider out from my hair or face, or wherever it had landed. As I did so, I swiftly moved the hand that was holding the pegs, up to my face and ended up punching my face – this was shortly followed with a lump of my forehead! I simultaneously stomped up and down on the ground, as I shouted out, ‘urggh, urggh, where is it?’
The spider couldn’t be seen anywhere! However, there on the floor, lay my beautiful designer Armani glasses. Smashed lenses and mangled frames!
I’m pleased to know that the optician thought it was very funny!
For the last few days, I’ve been watching a spider build a pretty enormous cobweb in our garden, just outside the back door. The cobweb runs between a large potted plant over to the garage.
The spider is rather chunky and has multi coloured legs and body. I really don’t like spiders but have watched impressively from a far, as it built a masterpiece of cobwebby art.
The other morning, I went to peg out some washing - wet clothes in one hand and a handful of pegs in another. Silly me, I forgot all about the cobweb. In one quick stride I destroyed the cobweb! As I did so, it felt like walking into candy floss and it sounded like electricity running around my face, as my head ploughed through the middle of the cobweb. At this point I remembered that chunky spider. It was then that I started screaming and went to flick the spider out from my hair or face, or wherever it had landed. As I did so, I swiftly moved the hand that was holding the pegs, up to my face and ended up punching my face – this was shortly followed with a lump of my forehead! I simultaneously stomped up and down on the ground, as I shouted out, ‘urggh, urggh, where is it?’
The spider couldn’t be seen anywhere! However, there on the floor, lay my beautiful designer Armani glasses. Smashed lenses and mangled frames!
I’m pleased to know that the optician thought it was very funny!
Monday, 6 August 2007
Intelligent Sat Nav Systems??
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Are satnav systems that clever?
Tomorrow I’m off to Merthyr Tydfil. I have to be there for 9am!! On checking the online navigation system, the AA tells me, it will take 2hrs and 23 minutes. However, my super dooper sat nav system, it tells me it’ll only take me 1hr 50.
Both systems give me the same route!
Does my satnav system know I’ll drive a little faster than the average, or is there something wrong with one of the systems?
When it comes to setting my alarm when I go to bed in 10 minutes time, which one should I trust? Oh, decisions decisions!
Are satnav systems that clever?
Tomorrow I’m off to Merthyr Tydfil. I have to be there for 9am!! On checking the online navigation system, the AA tells me, it will take 2hrs and 23 minutes. However, my super dooper sat nav system, it tells me it’ll only take me 1hr 50.
Both systems give me the same route!
Does my satnav system know I’ll drive a little faster than the average, or is there something wrong with one of the systems?
When it comes to setting my alarm when I go to bed in 10 minutes time, which one should I trust? Oh, decisions decisions!
Thursday, 2 August 2007
Passport for a VERY bad hair day.
Daisy Turnip writes.....
At the weekend we booked a holiday in France for the 3rd week of this month.
On Monday I realised my passport had expired last month! Can you imagine the major panic in our household the moment the penny dropped! Hubby was amazing and simply said, ‘I asked you 3 weeks ago if your passport was ok’. This was followed by a shake of his head, as he walked out the door to go to work!
I’ve a very busy week this week - several appointments across the regions, an application form to complete for my own job (internal restructure) and a list of ‘things to do’ as long as the M6 motorway! So time is very pretty short this week. At 9am yesterday morning, I was waiting for the doors of the post office to open. Once unlocked, I ran in, grabbed a passport renewal form and shouted to the Postmaster if I needed to get my photograph countersigned again. He looked at my old passport and said, ‘oh, you’ve not changed that much, you might just get away with it’ ‘Fantastic’ I said, no need to have to drive to Birmingham to get a friend of mine to sign the photograph.
The photography shop, next door to the post office is closed on a Wednesday! Typical! I therefore I had to get a passport photo from elsewhere! Damn. Although I did run back to the car feeling rather smug, safe in the knowledge that 10 years haven’t taken a major toll on my face – ok, that is, apart from the emergence of a double chin and chubbier cheeks – they must help me keep a youthful appearance!
I then did my very best Lewis Hamilton impression and drove to the supermarket within break neck speed. I continued my new training programme, by running across the car park, skidded to the check out, bought a packet of polos (in order to get change for the photo machine) and the shop assistant took me to where the booth was. I jumped in, quickly combed my hair, put some lipstick on and then composed myself in order not to look like a terrorist for the photo that will remain on my passport for the next 10 year period.
Forty-five seconds later the photos popped out of the machine!! Amazing that it’s so quick. But, it just doesn’t feel the same as it did when you used to use the one in Woolies all those years ago - you and 6 of your best friends crammed into a photo booth, preparing for 4 different images and then having to wait half an hour, whilst arguing over who would have the best ones and who would get none at all.
And so, images in hand, I Lewis Hamiltoned back to the post office car park, sat in the car and filled out the form, ran back in and queued to see the Postmaster for the second time that morning.
Disaster stuck – he wouldn’t accept the photo! Did I look too much like a terrorist!? Obviously – my fringe was too long and ‘it’s not acceptable – YOU will be rejected’ he said! Well, I know how that feels I thought.
I was now beginning to worry about time – I was supposed to be at home beavering away with all the things that needed to be done for work! ‘Would you like some scissors and a mirror?’ Mr Postmaster laughed. ‘Yes’ I snapped. He asked me if I was being serious. I thought for a second, thinking I have actually promised my hairdresser that I would stop trimming my own fringe. Emergency situations require emergency responses! ‘Yes, can I have a mirror and scissors please?’ I then set up a mini hairdressers in the post office! The woman behind the till in the stationary part of the shop, very kindly offered me a chair and a bin to catch the cuttings! By this point I had lost all concern and worry of being embarrassed. I caught a couple of people looking - I just lowered the mirror, smiled and said ‘Passport reject for having too long a fringe!’
A few old folk in the shop started chuntering and muttering about the government, europe and too many regulations these days. Yeah brother, too right!!
I then had a major deja vue moment as I ran back to the car park, Lewis Hamiltoned to the supermarket, bought some more polos and had more photographs taken. As I came out of the photo booth, the shop assistant, who first showed me where it was, saw me and did a double double take! I looked at her, just laughed and shook my head – no, I have no time to explain!!
Back at the post office – Hooray, my photo was accepted and they reckon it should be back in time for my holiday. Fingers, legs and all twiddly bits crossed for the next couple of weeks.
As soon as I got home, I sat down and started to go through my morning emails. My boss had sent me an email at the end she asked if all was well and had I got my passport sorted? I replied with, ‘Passport – after having my pic refused because my fringe is too long and then having TWO sets of photos done and trimming my fringe IN THE POST OFFICE (in between both sets of pics being taken) – it’s now been sent! I now, however, have a very short and very wonky fringe! Hey ho’
Boss’s response: ‘Well you have just made me laugh out loud about the fringe!! That's hilarious!!’
My response back: ‘Hilarious – I can just hear you! : ) I look like some school kid who has a mother with a basin and a pair of blunt scissors!’
She then asked me to send a copy of the photograph!
I obviously don’t have the same sense of humour of Anna! : )
Anyone want a polo?
At the weekend we booked a holiday in France for the 3rd week of this month.
On Monday I realised my passport had expired last month! Can you imagine the major panic in our household the moment the penny dropped! Hubby was amazing and simply said, ‘I asked you 3 weeks ago if your passport was ok’. This was followed by a shake of his head, as he walked out the door to go to work!
I’ve a very busy week this week - several appointments across the regions, an application form to complete for my own job (internal restructure) and a list of ‘things to do’ as long as the M6 motorway! So time is very pretty short this week. At 9am yesterday morning, I was waiting for the doors of the post office to open. Once unlocked, I ran in, grabbed a passport renewal form and shouted to the Postmaster if I needed to get my photograph countersigned again. He looked at my old passport and said, ‘oh, you’ve not changed that much, you might just get away with it’ ‘Fantastic’ I said, no need to have to drive to Birmingham to get a friend of mine to sign the photograph.
The photography shop, next door to the post office is closed on a Wednesday! Typical! I therefore I had to get a passport photo from elsewhere! Damn. Although I did run back to the car feeling rather smug, safe in the knowledge that 10 years haven’t taken a major toll on my face – ok, that is, apart from the emergence of a double chin and chubbier cheeks – they must help me keep a youthful appearance!
I then did my very best Lewis Hamilton impression and drove to the supermarket within break neck speed. I continued my new training programme, by running across the car park, skidded to the check out, bought a packet of polos (in order to get change for the photo machine) and the shop assistant took me to where the booth was. I jumped in, quickly combed my hair, put some lipstick on and then composed myself in order not to look like a terrorist for the photo that will remain on my passport for the next 10 year period.
Forty-five seconds later the photos popped out of the machine!! Amazing that it’s so quick. But, it just doesn’t feel the same as it did when you used to use the one in Woolies all those years ago - you and 6 of your best friends crammed into a photo booth, preparing for 4 different images and then having to wait half an hour, whilst arguing over who would have the best ones and who would get none at all.
And so, images in hand, I Lewis Hamiltoned back to the post office car park, sat in the car and filled out the form, ran back in and queued to see the Postmaster for the second time that morning.
Disaster stuck – he wouldn’t accept the photo! Did I look too much like a terrorist!? Obviously – my fringe was too long and ‘it’s not acceptable – YOU will be rejected’ he said! Well, I know how that feels I thought.
I was now beginning to worry about time – I was supposed to be at home beavering away with all the things that needed to be done for work! ‘Would you like some scissors and a mirror?’ Mr Postmaster laughed. ‘Yes’ I snapped. He asked me if I was being serious. I thought for a second, thinking I have actually promised my hairdresser that I would stop trimming my own fringe. Emergency situations require emergency responses! ‘Yes, can I have a mirror and scissors please?’ I then set up a mini hairdressers in the post office! The woman behind the till in the stationary part of the shop, very kindly offered me a chair and a bin to catch the cuttings! By this point I had lost all concern and worry of being embarrassed. I caught a couple of people looking - I just lowered the mirror, smiled and said ‘Passport reject for having too long a fringe!’
A few old folk in the shop started chuntering and muttering about the government, europe and too many regulations these days. Yeah brother, too right!!
I then had a major deja vue moment as I ran back to the car park, Lewis Hamiltoned to the supermarket, bought some more polos and had more photographs taken. As I came out of the photo booth, the shop assistant, who first showed me where it was, saw me and did a double double take! I looked at her, just laughed and shook my head – no, I have no time to explain!!
Back at the post office – Hooray, my photo was accepted and they reckon it should be back in time for my holiday. Fingers, legs and all twiddly bits crossed for the next couple of weeks.
As soon as I got home, I sat down and started to go through my morning emails. My boss had sent me an email at the end she asked if all was well and had I got my passport sorted? I replied with, ‘Passport – after having my pic refused because my fringe is too long and then having TWO sets of photos done and trimming my fringe IN THE POST OFFICE (in between both sets of pics being taken) – it’s now been sent! I now, however, have a very short and very wonky fringe! Hey ho’
Boss’s response: ‘Well you have just made me laugh out loud about the fringe!! That's hilarious!!’
My response back: ‘Hilarious – I can just hear you! : ) I look like some school kid who has a mother with a basin and a pair of blunt scissors!’
She then asked me to send a copy of the photograph!
I obviously don’t have the same sense of humour of Anna! : )
Anyone want a polo?
Friday, 20 July 2007
Talk Like A Brummie Day
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Did you know it’s talk like a brummie day today? A day where everyone across the world should talk with the fantastic brummie accent – arr, uurright!
Please note, I’m a black country girl, so there is a big difference in the accent, but it’s close enough geographically, so here’s to ‘Talk Like a Brummie Day’
For further information, go to http://talklikeabrummieday.co.uk/
Did you know it’s talk like a brummie day today? A day where everyone across the world should talk with the fantastic brummie accent – arr, uurright!
Please note, I’m a black country girl, so there is a big difference in the accent, but it’s close enough geographically, so here’s to ‘Talk Like a Brummie Day’
For further information, go to http://talklikeabrummieday.co.uk/
Monday, 16 July 2007
Composted Tea Bags
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Our compost bin finally arrived just over a month ago and we are now religiously composting our food and garden waste (well, when I say ‘we’ – it’s the adult ‘we’ – teenager Daughter is a little on the forgetful side!) – I’m now even beginning to understand the requirements of a good mix of both green and brown waste!! Trust me, it’s a whole new language! However, I’m a little worried about the amount of tea bags that’s going in there – can there be too many tea bags in a compost bin?? We go through hundreds of the damn things – I’m sure we’ll end up with tea flavoured compost!
For all you old timers out there, as we trek across the garden, carrying our rubbish to the compost bin, we can be regularly heard shouting, ‘Compost corner’ and for all you youngsters, we occasionally chant, ‘We are recycling, we are recycling’ – the MacDonalds advert!?!
Our fortnightly recycling collection picks up the newspapers, glasses and tins but we have to take cardboard and plastics (‘bottles only’ said the recycling adviser, who firmly to me when I asked him to explain what PET etc etc was) to the local recycling centre – Hubby will only allow me - he’s put his foot down with a big hefty cotton woolly slipper! - to make the trip if we happen to be driving anywhere near the centre. His argument is that a special drive out to the recycling place negates what we are actually recycling in materials. This is true, but I’m a little suspicious of the fact that it’s more to do with the fact that he hates queuing for the pleasure of such boring activity!?
So,more or less, we are recycling all of our home waste now.
I know I’m going to sound a little bit like an anorak here, but it’s becoming a bit of a weekly challenge to see how little rubbish we can actually chuck out. I’ve just emptied the bin – the bag has been in the bin since last Thursday. I’m seriously chuffed, however I have noticed an increase in the number of flies in our house!!
Our compost bin finally arrived just over a month ago and we are now religiously composting our food and garden waste (well, when I say ‘we’ – it’s the adult ‘we’ – teenager Daughter is a little on the forgetful side!) – I’m now even beginning to understand the requirements of a good mix of both green and brown waste!! Trust me, it’s a whole new language! However, I’m a little worried about the amount of tea bags that’s going in there – can there be too many tea bags in a compost bin?? We go through hundreds of the damn things – I’m sure we’ll end up with tea flavoured compost!
For all you old timers out there, as we trek across the garden, carrying our rubbish to the compost bin, we can be regularly heard shouting, ‘Compost corner’ and for all you youngsters, we occasionally chant, ‘We are recycling, we are recycling’ – the MacDonalds advert!?!
Our fortnightly recycling collection picks up the newspapers, glasses and tins but we have to take cardboard and plastics (‘bottles only’ said the recycling adviser, who firmly to me when I asked him to explain what PET etc etc was) to the local recycling centre – Hubby will only allow me - he’s put his foot down with a big hefty cotton woolly slipper! - to make the trip if we happen to be driving anywhere near the centre. His argument is that a special drive out to the recycling place negates what we are actually recycling in materials. This is true, but I’m a little suspicious of the fact that it’s more to do with the fact that he hates queuing for the pleasure of such boring activity!?
So,more or less, we are recycling all of our home waste now.
I know I’m going to sound a little bit like an anorak here, but it’s becoming a bit of a weekly challenge to see how little rubbish we can actually chuck out. I’ve just emptied the bin – the bag has been in the bin since last Thursday. I’m seriously chuffed, however I have noticed an increase in the number of flies in our house!!
The Morning Zombie
Daisy Turnip writes.....
Favourite Nephew came to stay with favourite Aunt this weekend.
As my husband has work down in Nephew’s neck of the woods, he decided to take him home this morning, on the agreement that it would be an early start.
5.45am I gave said Nephew his early morning wake up call! A grunt came from beneath the duvet. I went downstairs and made us all a drink and then went back upstairs to see if he was ok. He was still underneath the duvet sleeping like a baby!! Why does that not surprise me: - ) I gave him another call (and a quick slap around the head, just to make sure) - another grunt came back at me.
Fifteen minutes later, a specimen of a teenager appeared in the kitchen, grunted, sat down at the table, drank his hot chocolate, grunted again as he gave me a hug as he left with Hubby on their trip back ‘darn sarf’
I love my favourite Nephew. I think next time he’ll probably opt to catch the late train back home!
Favourite Nephew came to stay with favourite Aunt this weekend.
As my husband has work down in Nephew’s neck of the woods, he decided to take him home this morning, on the agreement that it would be an early start.
5.45am I gave said Nephew his early morning wake up call! A grunt came from beneath the duvet. I went downstairs and made us all a drink and then went back upstairs to see if he was ok. He was still underneath the duvet sleeping like a baby!! Why does that not surprise me: - ) I gave him another call (and a quick slap around the head, just to make sure) - another grunt came back at me.
Fifteen minutes later, a specimen of a teenager appeared in the kitchen, grunted, sat down at the table, drank his hot chocolate, grunted again as he gave me a hug as he left with Hubby on their trip back ‘darn sarf’
I love my favourite Nephew. I think next time he’ll probably opt to catch the late train back home!
Wednesday, 11 July 2007
Now You See Them, Now You Don’t
Daisy Turnip writes.....
We have a very large cherry tree in our back garden. Every summer we see the cherries appear, turn slightly pink, the tree then begins to shake violently and then suddenly all the cherries have gone! Vanished! Zilch!
The tree shakes due to the large numbers of birds merrily sitting in the branches, stuffing their beaks with OUR cherries. Seriously, we’ve never had one single ripe cherry from that tree.
This year, due to all the rain that we’ve been having there have been fewer birds in the garden. Last week, the cherries were nearly red and we foolishly thought that we’d be eating ripe cherries very soon, for the first time ever.
And then, the rain stopped. The cherries are just a few days off from being ripe and ready to eat and the tree has started to shake again. The bottom branches now have no cherries, and for yet another year, it looks like there’ll be no cherries for us!
Do you think it would be worth putting out a sign for the birds, ‘Nuts and feeders are over the other side of the garden!’
We have a very large cherry tree in our back garden. Every summer we see the cherries appear, turn slightly pink, the tree then begins to shake violently and then suddenly all the cherries have gone! Vanished! Zilch!
The tree shakes due to the large numbers of birds merrily sitting in the branches, stuffing their beaks with OUR cherries. Seriously, we’ve never had one single ripe cherry from that tree.
This year, due to all the rain that we’ve been having there have been fewer birds in the garden. Last week, the cherries were nearly red and we foolishly thought that we’d be eating ripe cherries very soon, for the first time ever.
And then, the rain stopped. The cherries are just a few days off from being ripe and ready to eat and the tree has started to shake again. The bottom branches now have no cherries, and for yet another year, it looks like there’ll be no cherries for us!
Do you think it would be worth putting out a sign for the birds, ‘Nuts and feeders are over the other side of the garden!’
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