Well it works for me, so far so good anyway!

Rob the daft brush has kindly let me lose on his blog, so that I can rant and rave and basically comment about whatever I feel like... hehe evil cackle! I have not known Rob that long, but one of the first things that struck me about him was his down to earth approach to life, his great sense of humour and his honesty. Haha sounds like a dateline discription But seriously for a southerner he has the best taste in hats I have ever seen.

My friends have a nick name for me, it's 'subtle Sarah'. This is mostly due to the fact, I open my mouth before putting mouth into gear.

Here are a few example of my lack of sutlety:

In a management meeting we were told recently that a new person was starting and her surname was liquorice. To which I blurted out, 'ha, I bet she gets upto allsorts'. To which my boss said, mmh ok miss gets the cracks out before she starts. So even work know me :0)

A newish person at work came to see me recently. We get on really well and have quite a giggle. He was saying that some people in our staff are so rude, you say morning and you get a grunt or even worse, they ignore you. So I pipe up, yeah so and so is like that, he can be really nice, or just rude to me. Guess who walks in the door! Ouch .... Lucky for me no P45 was on my desk by the end of the day. Saying that, every morning he now walks past me and says very loudly, 'morning Sarah'! Mmh maybe it was a good thing in the end.

I have to say that over time I am getting better, honest!. Unless of course I have had a drinkie poos, then literally anything I think comes out.

Rob talked earlier about the poor folks who work in supermarkets who have to constantly ask stupid questions. I am not blunt enough to say, if I had a Nectar card it would right now be rammed up your arse haha but give me time ..... Nah that's just rude but it's sooo tempting ;0)

I suppose as my big 40 is coming up I have bascially had it, that's me you get what you get. I say what I am thinking. But at least you know where you are with me, if I feel you have upset me, I will mention it. If you have made my day I will say it. If you need my advise I will give it. I don't count many as best buds, as Rob also mentioned the word friend is banded about far to much.

By the way Rob, your posh if you go to Sainbury's haha my other half only let's me go to Morrisons, where no one has a Nectar card, most are lucky if they have a credit card:0)

Well that's my yack on Rob's blog. I throughly enjoyed my yack.

Till next time ...

I awoke this morning to the sound of torrential rain battering down upon my attic windows splittering and pattering, wind howling.

I lay there for a while and glanced at mobile phone, it was 4:48am. It's difficult to express in words how relaxing it was to just lay there knowing that I didn't have to get up for another 42 minutes or so. The world, as it always is was alive and wild, yet strangely I felt quietened within its whirling ferocity, snug warm and dry beneath the pane, wrapped within my duvet.

This it turns out, kinda set the tone for the day. It got me thinking about the elements our seasons, the power it exerts, how remarkably insignificant we all are in its thrall. We can't stop the earth from moving in its timeless elipse, we cannot affect the pull of the sun, the path of the moon, we are all bound by the clockwork rhythms of life, tick tocking onwards to some time indefinable.

So here I am some 4 or so hours later, having just managed to sit down and grab a cup of tea. The rain has eased off and the Sun is now shining.

Spring is almost upon us. (Yay!)

It officially starts on the 20th March.

Just the other day, well last week in fact, I heard a blackbird singing in a tree; it was 6pm of a Tuesday evening. I distinctly recall feeling some inner cheer, almost a message reverberating within calling from some inate long forgotten internal signalling system. It actually gladdened my soul I distinctly recall thinking, yes excellent.The thought of passing winter, lighter days, warmth, life renewed, dormant bulbs slowing pushing upward, birds out gathering and feathering their nests for their young to come, the sprouting blossoms, the pink and white littered pavements, happier people.

England loves you springtime, we all look forward to your coming.