Normality

or, in other words, I'm back on a diet. My friend Slaps got me to go back to Weight Watchers with her. Must be the 10th time. I know I can do it and at $16.95 a week I'm bloody well going to. At least I hadn't put on all the weight I lost last time.
However, I think my Mum may be right - dieting makes you think about food all the time.
So, here's a gratuitous picture of my (overcooked) Christmas turkey - I didn't manage to eat a portion of meat today, huge sin.

Build a bridge - or a card

Trying not to let things bother me (ha). Here is a card I made. I put it on the site because I already gave it away and I wanted W, Flipper and Gerbera to see it . It was my first go at quilling with a fringed piece.

The shakes

When I came home tonight, the neighbours weren't in. They've just come back and I can't stop shaking and I feel really sick. Taffy phoned victim support today. As there had only been one incident, they gave him the brush off. Perhaps one of us has to be harmed for it to matter to anyone. Why does horrible stuff like this happen?

Very Scary

Well, we had a lovely new year. We had our 10th wedding anniversary on the 30th. Our nephew was born on the 31st in England. Taffy turned 40 on January 1st. We celebrated in quiet style as we are quiet people.
The same can't be said for our neighbours who partied for 2 solid weeks. The bass noise bounced around our home. Then this morning at 4, we were awakened by an enormous thump which we assumed was an earthquake. We jumoed out of bed to find a very drunk neighbour in our porch banging hell out of the front door. She was accusing us of calling noise control and threatening to kill us. We called the police. Just in time - she came back with a plank of 2 x 4 which she battered hell out of the garage with. She then tried to break in the front door with it just as the boys in blue turned up. They've taken a lot of knocks recently, but I have to say they were marvellous.
I'm not sure whether I will ever feel safe in my own home again. Only time will tell.
p.s. Happy New Year.