fudge it

so. about my pass plus lesson. my instructor begins with 'right bushra. today, we are driving to blackpool!' and i was like, omg! but you know, it was not bad, the motorway and all those A roads are much more nicer than the roads of bradford (some people really scare me). and so we arrive at some car park, with blackpool tower just a walk away. and what do i do? why, i practise my bay parking of course! all good so far. ten, fifteen minutes after we arrive the instructor hands me an atlas and says 'ok, time to plan the route back, cos you're driving us back without my help this time'. of course i had the sat nav option, but i was like, nah!

so by now you would think i might have persuaded the menfolk (and by this i mean the mister) that hey, i can drive! but noooooo. every time we get in my car he thinks it's a driving lesson. don't tell him, but the next time he pisses me off, i'm going to kick him out of the car. i'm trying not to smile because he's watching me as i type this right now.

anyway. he's off to work this week and i have to start the boy's nursery induction and might go for random drives during the day. sister #2 is in birmingham so she won't be coming along. but i don't think she has much confidence in my driving either. we went to collect my car and every time my foot just tapped the gas pedal she would start praying. poor thing. she thought she was going to die.

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you'll hate me for sharing this, really you will. niece #2 has kicked
me off the laptop so ah'm on ma phone. anyway. i've started the boy on
solids now, nothing too major, but he's had some food around three
times a day. here's the trick, you don't wait for the baby to open his
mouth and demand food, you just wait for him to randomly open his
mouth and shoom! in goes that spoon. anyway, that's not what i wanted
to talk about. it was the more shocking consequences of introducing
food to the boy that appeared the morning after, that gave me the
shock of my life. that'll teach me to fall asleep when i'm giving
birth, because you know, *that* should have been the shock of my life,
innit. anyway i'm still in shock, really i am. i mean, it brought back
the reason why i always refused to change the nephew's nappies.
really, you shoulda seen the poo the boy did this morning!

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apparently, someone has been causing a bit of controversy in the village. she's just bought her own car, and now it seems she has arranged childcare for her baby, because oh my god, get this: she's planning on returning to work! she's going back to work! can you believe it? i don't know, kids these days. all right all right. here's the thing. i really don't give a sh*t. really i don't. if you look at it from my way i suppose it's because they can't say i'm relying on anyone, to pursue my oh-so selfish need to work. no, wait, i'll stop. because, here's the thing. no-one has actually challenged me about my plans to my face. they're sitting in each others living rooms going 'oooh, scandalous that one'. but they're talking about it in front of the young 'uns, some who are pretty good friends and have told me about the havoc i don't realise i'm causing everywhere. seriously, i'm that good!

did you know, brother #4 only found out about my new car yesterday? whereas the whole of the village knew the day before!

so anyway, whatever. saima. about the n95 '8gb', i.e. my new phone. it's not bad, y'know. it's like, i don't have to cary my camera, my phone, my mp3 player around, just this. there was something really good about it that i noticed on the train today but i've completely forgotten what it is. i've installed gmail on there and haven't really got to the games. you're on o2, right? you can get an unlimited web bolt on, if you want. i dunno, it's up to you. oh and it can tell you where you are. although at the moment it's telling me i'm a few doors down the road, on the other side too, but still, it's close, right?

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after sunday i will be a pass plus driver. and then on monday i will have a car. and on tuesday i will take over the world. that's if the baby lets me, of course.

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do you know what my dentist did? do you?

i went for an extraction. but he only took three quarters of the toof out and now i have to wait a whole week to go back and get the rest taken out. don't laugh. you're laughing aren't you? you're thinking, it's her own fault, maybe if she updated her blog more often? here's the thing, when you leave the blog alone for a bit, i reckon it becomes harder to update. it's easier to just leave it there. sorry!

i'm not in birmingham any more. we're back in bradford, and some of the baby voices people put on when greeting the boy really really scare me.

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