There is nothing more exciting to a new first time mama, than celebrating the upcoming birth of her baby with her friends and family.

I’ve always wanted to have a baby shower and my mother in law and 2 sister in laws, graciously helped me plan it.

There is nothing more disappointing than inviting 40 of your friends and female family members to it, only to have 8 people turn up.

I decided to set up the invitation via Facebook, 2 months before the shower. 10 people simply removed themselves from the event, didn’t bother to say “thank you but baby showers aren’t my thing / I can’t make it”.

Out of 22 people, 9 of them let me know in advance that they couldn’t make it. 13 didn’t bother responding (despite follow up messages) and 2 who initially said they were coming, just didn’t show up.

One person even accepted and then 6 weeks after accepting and saying yes, publicly said they hadn’t been told about it.

I’m not going to name and shame, you all know who you are. I’m disappointed but not surprised, I’m often let down, so it’s just one more event in my life where people I consider family and friends have let me down.

It seems that in pregnancy you find out who your real friends are. You make that announcement and people who haven’t spoken to you in years start sending your FB friend request and asking how you are. Whereas some other people completely ignore you.

Whilst I appreciate that others lead busy lives, and my pregnancy and upcoming new arrival is not as important to everyone else as it is to me and the Husband, the least you can do, as my friend, is to take 1 minute of your busy day/life to reply to me and say “sorry I can’t make it”.

It’s common courtesy and politeness when invited to a party/christening/shower/wedding/BBQ/other social event to at least inform the host if you will be attending or not.

I want to thank the 7 ladies (I was #8) who came today, with gifts and smiles and hugs. Thank you.

I want to thank my mother in law Ana for the baking treats and letting me use her home.

I want to thank my sister-in-law Sophie for helping with games and setting up and keeping the pooch and kitties occupied and out of the food, and letting me take over her home on her day off.

I want to thank my sister-in-law Tash for making the stunning cake and helping me do the food.

It’ll be interesting to see how many people come out of the woodwork when Flump arrives. How many want to see photos and visit and get newborn cuddles.

Please don’t expect me to show you the same courtesy as you’ve shown me.

Family Holidays part 2

I am on holiday with my family for the first time in 13 years.

The first holiday in 1999 was with my parents, my 3 siblings, my aunt, her 2 kids and my grandmother. We went to Ibiza. It was a disaster. Everybody argued. Our hotel was filled with old german people. There was nothing to do because we went at the end of the season (which was cheaper) and everything was closing down. My mother made me sing Patsy Cline’s Crazy in a karaoke session. I didn’t know most of the words, thankfully nobody boo’d me.
I swore after that 2 week holiday that I’d never go on a family holiday again.

Yet here we are today. I’m sitting in one of our deluxe 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom caravans, on the Costa del Weymouth. With my parents, my husband, my siblings, my brothers partner and their kids.

So far no-one has killed anyone. Although we’ve already managed to spend £335 on food for the week. Quite possibly we have already killed the majority of our finances. However I’ve got 6 bottles of wine and a bottle of champagne out of that, so, you know, at least if a family argument breaks out I’ve got wine. I’ll be the one sitting in the corner swigging wine from the bottle and ignoring everyone.

Todays Headlines

Today seems to be driving me up the wall.I think finally everything is catching up on me and finally breaking me down.I cannot wait until I go on Holiday on the 10th.I think it’ll be a break I really will need.And when I get back I only have to endure guests for another 2-3 days before I can get some peace and quiet again.

I’ve had no personal space since February. And going to Daniel’s at the weekends technically doesn’t count.To be honest I think the only time I’ve had to myself is when I’m in the bathroom, and there is only so many times you can hide out in the bathroom before someone starts to ask why you keep going in there.

Since February I’ve been sharing a room with my cousin from Cayman.She decided she wanted to come over here to live and join the army, what not.Now she’s decided to go back home on the 11th of June.

It’s really hard getting to grips with sharing my space with another girl.Before I used to be able to go home, put on my pj’s and laze around, do whatever I like, not have to speak to anyone etc.Now, although I can laze around, it’s different. And it’s slowly been driving me up the wall. And I’m afraid to say last night pushed me right over the edge.

I got in late, as I went out with Kerry, and mum was asking me where I went, how my evening was etc, and I said I’d been to see Sex and the City, and I got called a bitch for it.And yeah it may have been in jest, but sill.I’m entitled to go and watch a film with my best friend if I want to, and I shouldn’t have to be made to feel guilty for it.I decided that after quite a long evening, I needed some sleep and she was watching a programme called Caribbean Cops (like Cops, but in the Caribbean) and one of the British tourists was being interviewed and her comment was that the Caribbean was much better than boring old London, to which my cousin exclaimed “hear hear that’s right”

And that really ticked me off.If you don’t like it here, then FUCK OFF.No one is forcing you to stay.

It really bugs me that people from different parts of the world can come to the UK and then complain that it’s not like their own country.Of course it’s not you dickwad, it’s it’s own country with it’s own style, so it’s very unlikely it’s going to be like a small town poxy island that half the world has never heard of and doesn’t even show properly on a map.

Sadly the Cayman Islands are nothing like London.They both have pro’s and cons, like anywhere else in the world.

Cayman – you have sun, sand, and sea.It’s not frowned upon if you get up and laze on the beach all day and drink yourself into a frenzy, you’re on holiday after all.The locals only have the option of partying and going to the “305” (Miami to those who don’t live on the “rock”) the Island is so small, that after living in London I don’t see how I could ever be on the Island for more than 2 weeks.Anything more and I’d find a shotgun and blow my brains out.

London is a cosmopolitan city, with more bars and pubs that Cayman has churches (and that’s saying something).In London you have Soho, the capitals gay capital;.in Cayman they’re incredibly homophobic it’s unbelievable.They once turned down a cruise ship that catered for gays and lesbians.The Cayman Islands government refused to let the ship dock in its harbours and allow passengers into the islands. And the locals supported it.Despite thatCaymans main source of income is touristy, they turned down a ship with thousands of tourists on it, because they were gay, they’re more concerned about Homosexuality being wrong because in the bible it’s wrong that they lost out on making some income.Stupid if you ask me.

I’d rather live in London any day.It may be expensive, but at least there is more to do than go to the beach, go to stingray city etc etc.

Argh – this whole blog entry is a rant. 🙁

I’m just in a funny mood today, where everything is pissing me off and I just want to be in bed with sod all to do.


The weekend is over, the week has begun.
I overloaded on chicken. (don’t ask!)

<:-) Witchfest was excellent. Spending the whole weekend with Daniel was excellent. the chicken was excellent. 🙂

I saw the Dolmen (who were awesome) and Medieval Babes, who were also awesome.
There was a talk about unsolved mysteries, and I made a wand.

Kate West, was unfortunatley ill, so wasn’t there. shame, as I was so looking forward to her talk. nevermind. she’s writing an article for the next CoA magazine.

On sunday we had a roast dinner at Daniel’s house. It was excellent, and I really enjoyed it.
Sinead and Jaime (my brother) told the parents that they are expecting. So it’s now official! I am going to be an aunt. the baby is due in June. I am very excited. 🙂

We had fireworks at Daniel’s last night, which was also excellent (I seem to be using this word a lot lately)

Drew and I talked about setting fire to things and experimenting with explosives.
I came up with firebowling. Bowling with fireworks…the object is, you set up your pins in your bowling lane, set your firework on the ground below the foul line. Light the firework and see how many pins you can knock over when it goes shooting down the lane. excellent idea!

Woke up late this morning, so was in a bad mood, as I hate being late. Mind you I was still at the office by 8, but it’s not the point. I didn’t have time to dry my hair properly and straighten it.
Supposed to be going out for dinner tonight at the O2. I’ve said I’m going, so I can’t really drop out. should be a laugh.

I’ve been very sleepy lately. Sunday evening I fell asleep by 8.30 and didn’t wake (properley) until 6 the next day. Last night I slept from about 10.30 until 6.30 this morning, and I’m still tired…. yikes. guess the weekend really did tire me out.

I’ve almost finished the Time Traveler’s Wife. It is fantastic. Very excellent read. I have about 100 pages to go, so think I will finish it by this evening, if not tomorrow morning. For some strange reason, I seem to have lost the joys of reading. I used to be able to go home and do nothing but read, read, read. I could read 4 to 5 books a week. Now I barely ready 1 a fortnight, and that’s awful. It’s like I’ve forgotten all about it. Picking up a book, and being transferred into another world, forgetting all about lifes issues and problems. I need to sort myself out.

Daniel and I are going to Edinburgh. Sometime next year. April maybe. It’s going to be good fun. have never been there before. really looking forward to it.

right. it’s now nearly quarter to 9 and I need to get on and do things.

over and out!