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Sep. 8th, 2010 05:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreyI went to Scarborough yesterday for the day with my parents and youngest nephew. We decided to take him because when we went to Devon with my oldest nephew, during any conversation we had with my youngest nephew just before we went and pretty much every phone conversation we had with him while we were there, his first words to us were usually "me come?". So dad promised to take him to the seaside another, and we decided on yesterday, when my parents were on holiday and my oldest nephew was at school. We almost didn't, because all week the weather forecasts were saying the weather would be terrible, and it's good we mostly ignored them on the day because the weather was lovely all day. Anyway. We went on the beach, and we played football and frisbee, and my nephew had a donkey ride. A slightly suprising donkey ride, in the rather than being led around, the donkey my nephew was on just sort of followed on when two other donkeys in the little group were led forward, with no guide person or anything, leaving me to just run alongside and hold onto the back so I'd be close enough to catch him if he fell. He didn't, and I think he quite enjoyed it. Anyway. My repeated cries that 'We can't stay here. This is SEAGULL COUNTRY' went ignored. My nephew showed how truly merciless he was when it comes to sandcastles, any sandcastles, when it comes to knocking them down. They basically only have to be sandcastles for him to come after them, spade raised. And sometimes stamping on them afterwards for good measure.
We walked to the end of the bay, where the funfair is, and my nephew went on some rides. We had fish and chips for lunch (except meat pie and chips in my case, mmm), and then did the marine walk round to the North Bay. And the weather was lovely, but the sea was kind of rough, and repeatedly came up over the sea wall. One time we literally looked out and saw a wave, dashed over to the road and checked for cars and dashed across, and just managed to get out of the way of it as it broke over onto the pavement. It was quite exciting but a bit like an obstacle course. But anyway, we managed to get round without getting splashed (just), then walked along the sea front again round to the Sea Life Centre to get the little railway back to Peasholm Park. Except that on the way round we very nearly got our feet soaked by a wave washing up onto the pavement, and we could see the path in front of us with the sea just merrily washing up and down and splashing down onto it, so we decided to take a path up onto the top of the 'cliff' and then walk along, but at the end of it we could see the train station a few storeys below us, so we had to come down a winding road to the Sea Life Centre car park, and then up a bunch of stairs. Happily though, we hadn't missed the last train (by about 20 minutes), so we got that back to Peasholm Park, went in, sadly the shops and stuff in it were pretty much closed, but it was still pretty and we saw some ducks and swans and things.
Then we walked back to the car, and then we decided to walk back down to the front again, because we were going to have an icecream in the park but the shops were shut, so we walked back down, and walked back along again, and all of the ice cream places were shut, but I did find a fudge shop I fell slightly in love with, although given that I saw most of the same fudge in two other shops later probably it didn't deserve it. But then we found an open ice cream place, but then my dad didn't have any change, but then he went into an amusement arcade and did have some change, and then we eat our icecreams by the seaside and walked back to the car again. My nephew fell asleep almost instantly when we set off home, but he hadn't had a nap pretty much all day, except for 15 minutes or so just before we got to Scarborough, so that was pretty easy to predict. And we ended up driving back partly through a storm, which HAD been talked about in the weather forecasts, complete with lightning and sheeting rain that meant my dad couldn't see the road for seconds at a time, but it was either over or we got through it pretty quickly, and we got home in good time and everything. All in all, it was a pretty full, good day. I love Scarborough. Like, properly. I've probably said.
I've not posted since the last time I went to the seaside, I think. I had a pretty busy couple of weeks, the week that we got back we ended up having my 2 nephews (mostly separately) four times, instead of the usual two, mostly because it was the school holidays and my mum thought it would be good for them to get out of the house a bit. Also, I had said that I would get my bedroom tidied up since bringing all my stuff from Nottingham, finally, before the end of August, so it wouldn't be over six months since I moved in and still not done, and I really did want to do it. However, I largely didn't and also didn't count on having my nephews over four times instead of two, which sort of left me making a big effort last Tuesday. And I actually managed to get quite a bit done, it didn't take long, but I got a lot of stuff put out instead of sitting on the floor, and I'm pretty clear about what I need to do now to get it pretty much finished off. Um, except for the magazines, and the big box of I think magazines that I found in the wardrobe, and the drawer and big bags of magazine cuttings and pictures I should at least go through. But pretty much done. However, that was Tuesday, I think. Then I went to Leeds with mum on Wednesday, I did a bit more on Thursday, then I slept in and we had my oldest nephew again on Friday. And then I decided to give myself a rest on Saturday and Sunday, because I was starting a college course in Wakefield on Monday. And yes, I'm going to college, sort of. It's only on a Monday for four weeks, and I don't have to take notes or have a test at the end or anything, but it's interesting, and possibly worth doing if I want to get into the NHS or anything. So yes, that was Monday. Then Tuesday was Scarborough. Today I had a Jobcentre appointment, and now I'm here, making this post.
I keep meaning to post and talk about films and TV I have seen, but then I can't remember what I've seen, and it's hard when I have problems with things I've seen, or NOTHING OF VALUE TO SAY, except 'oh I love Lucy Punch' (which I do), so then I mostly give up. I was going to talk about my current love of children's nursery rhymes, having listened on the way to Devon and on the way back, and when we were going to Scarborough yesterday, to the CD my dad bought last year of them. He bought two actually, and one is slightly odd and is just weird new versions of nursery rhymes, trying to make them kind of modern and funky and is WEIRD. But the other is a mix of traditional nursery rhymes, new songs they seem to have made up themselves, and folk songs, and is sung by either a man and/or a woman with quite good voices, or a children's choir. A CHOIR. SINGING NURSERY RHYMES. They have things like Molly Malone and The Leaving of Liverpool on there, which always makes me think of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cakesy, because I know it would totally be the leaving of Liverpool that grieved her. And it's just really lovely. Also at one point you were going to get a post about THINGS I HATE, including the current Strongbow adverts and people who post fic in communities and in the summary space, instead of putting a summary just put a link to a prompt on a Kink Meme, when IF THEY HAD TO GO TO THAT PAGE TO COPY AND PASTE THE LINK THEY COULD HAVE COPIED AND PASTED THE ACTUAL PROMPT AS WELL, SURELY, SURELY, SO PEOPLE DIDN'T HAVE TO FOLLOW A LINK TO FIND OUT WHAT A FIC WAS ABOUT AND THEN THAT EITHER BE A WASTE OF TIME IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE THE SOUND OF IT OR HAVE TO COME BACK AND FOLLOW ANOTHER LINK TO GET TO THE FIC, SURELY, OH MY GOD. But I thought that, on it's own, might be a bit negative.
My other big news is that last week, I think, my mother got a letter from HM Revenue and Customs, saying that she accidentally owed them £1,800, and they would have to take it out of her future tax, which is not very pleasant for her. But today, I got a letter from HM Revenue and Customs saying that I'd overpaid tax to them, and in a separate letter there was a cheque for £327 for me. Which was quite a bit lovelier.
Things I could do with this money:
Given that I have basically been hoping and planning to do those things for a while, it's probably going to be the third one. An alternative option would be to put it on one side, or into one of my accounts and keep a note of it, and save up as well and use it to pay for one of the (expensive) pieces of art I have been genuinely thinking about saving up for, for a while. But given my low income, I'm probably better off doing the third one, just at the moment, I think.
My other news: I love Nathan Wylde. And Lyndon Ogbourne. I love Nathan Wylde-Lyndon Ogbourne. I missed a bunch of Emmerdale while I was on holiday in Devon, and then most of the week after that, but I have been watching it lately and oh God. I worried for a bit that the writers were going to have Nathan become properly evil, or properly psycho, and he's kind of being a prat, but also INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL. At the moment, an increasing number of people - including Nathan's sister - are convinced that Nathan's half-brother Ryan is innocent of killing their dad (he is), that Nathan was involved in setting Ryan up (he was), and that Nathan is the one who killed their dad and his mum Natasha knows but is covering up for him (it's the exact opposite). I just managed to see last night's episode today, and HE LOVES HIS SISTER SO MUCH, AND SHE WAS LIKE 'I HATE YOU, YOU'RE EVIL, JUST ADMIT YOU KILLED OUR DAD', AND HE JUST STARTED TO CRY AND THEN BEGGED HIS MUM TO 'TELL HER I DIDN'T DO IT'. OH GOD. And he is not entirely the best actor ever, but he is PLENTY GOOD, PERFECTLY GOOD SOMETIMES.
And another person who suspects Nathan (and sort of Natasha) is Natasha's new boyfriend and business partner Declan, and Nathan hates Declan, and I slash them quite a lot. And today in one of the new soap mags Lyndon Ogbourne (who plays Nathan) said that the reason why Nathan hates him so much is because '"Nathan never got the chance to have it out with his father about what he'd done to the family"' (lying about having another wife, another life before he met Nathan's mum, a different name and stuff). '"He's been left with all this pent-up emotion, and his anger at [dad] Mark is being geared towards Declan. He just takes it out on whoever gets in his way."' AND OH MY GOD. DADDY ISSUES. ALMOST CANONICAL. AND MASSIVE. OH MY GOD. ON THE FLOOR IN A PUDDLE, PRETTY MUCH.
We walked to the end of the bay, where the funfair is, and my nephew went on some rides. We had fish and chips for lunch (except meat pie and chips in my case, mmm), and then did the marine walk round to the North Bay. And the weather was lovely, but the sea was kind of rough, and repeatedly came up over the sea wall. One time we literally looked out and saw a wave, dashed over to the road and checked for cars and dashed across, and just managed to get out of the way of it as it broke over onto the pavement. It was quite exciting but a bit like an obstacle course. But anyway, we managed to get round without getting splashed (just), then walked along the sea front again round to the Sea Life Centre to get the little railway back to Peasholm Park. Except that on the way round we very nearly got our feet soaked by a wave washing up onto the pavement, and we could see the path in front of us with the sea just merrily washing up and down and splashing down onto it, so we decided to take a path up onto the top of the 'cliff' and then walk along, but at the end of it we could see the train station a few storeys below us, so we had to come down a winding road to the Sea Life Centre car park, and then up a bunch of stairs. Happily though, we hadn't missed the last train (by about 20 minutes), so we got that back to Peasholm Park, went in, sadly the shops and stuff in it were pretty much closed, but it was still pretty and we saw some ducks and swans and things.
Then we walked back to the car, and then we decided to walk back down to the front again, because we were going to have an icecream in the park but the shops were shut, so we walked back down, and walked back along again, and all of the ice cream places were shut, but I did find a fudge shop I fell slightly in love with, although given that I saw most of the same fudge in two other shops later probably it didn't deserve it. But then we found an open ice cream place, but then my dad didn't have any change, but then he went into an amusement arcade and did have some change, and then we eat our icecreams by the seaside and walked back to the car again. My nephew fell asleep almost instantly when we set off home, but he hadn't had a nap pretty much all day, except for 15 minutes or so just before we got to Scarborough, so that was pretty easy to predict. And we ended up driving back partly through a storm, which HAD been talked about in the weather forecasts, complete with lightning and sheeting rain that meant my dad couldn't see the road for seconds at a time, but it was either over or we got through it pretty quickly, and we got home in good time and everything. All in all, it was a pretty full, good day. I love Scarborough. Like, properly. I've probably said.
I've not posted since the last time I went to the seaside, I think. I had a pretty busy couple of weeks, the week that we got back we ended up having my 2 nephews (mostly separately) four times, instead of the usual two, mostly because it was the school holidays and my mum thought it would be good for them to get out of the house a bit. Also, I had said that I would get my bedroom tidied up since bringing all my stuff from Nottingham, finally, before the end of August, so it wouldn't be over six months since I moved in and still not done, and I really did want to do it. However, I largely didn't and also didn't count on having my nephews over four times instead of two, which sort of left me making a big effort last Tuesday. And I actually managed to get quite a bit done, it didn't take long, but I got a lot of stuff put out instead of sitting on the floor, and I'm pretty clear about what I need to do now to get it pretty much finished off. Um, except for the magazines, and the big box of I think magazines that I found in the wardrobe, and the drawer and big bags of magazine cuttings and pictures I should at least go through. But pretty much done. However, that was Tuesday, I think. Then I went to Leeds with mum on Wednesday, I did a bit more on Thursday, then I slept in and we had my oldest nephew again on Friday. And then I decided to give myself a rest on Saturday and Sunday, because I was starting a college course in Wakefield on Monday. And yes, I'm going to college, sort of. It's only on a Monday for four weeks, and I don't have to take notes or have a test at the end or anything, but it's interesting, and possibly worth doing if I want to get into the NHS or anything. So yes, that was Monday. Then Tuesday was Scarborough. Today I had a Jobcentre appointment, and now I'm here, making this post.
I keep meaning to post and talk about films and TV I have seen, but then I can't remember what I've seen, and it's hard when I have problems with things I've seen, or NOTHING OF VALUE TO SAY, except 'oh I love Lucy Punch' (which I do), so then I mostly give up. I was going to talk about my current love of children's nursery rhymes, having listened on the way to Devon and on the way back, and when we were going to Scarborough yesterday, to the CD my dad bought last year of them. He bought two actually, and one is slightly odd and is just weird new versions of nursery rhymes, trying to make them kind of modern and funky and is WEIRD. But the other is a mix of traditional nursery rhymes, new songs they seem to have made up themselves, and folk songs, and is sung by either a man and/or a woman with quite good voices, or a children's choir. A CHOIR. SINGING NURSERY RHYMES. They have things like Molly Malone and The Leaving of Liverpool on there, which always makes me think of
cakesy, because I know it would totally be the leaving of Liverpool that grieved her. And it's just really lovely. Also at one point you were going to get a post about THINGS I HATE, including the current Strongbow adverts and people who post fic in communities and in the summary space, instead of putting a summary just put a link to a prompt on a Kink Meme, when IF THEY HAD TO GO TO THAT PAGE TO COPY AND PASTE THE LINK THEY COULD HAVE COPIED AND PASTED THE ACTUAL PROMPT AS WELL, SURELY, SURELY, SO PEOPLE DIDN'T HAVE TO FOLLOW A LINK TO FIND OUT WHAT A FIC WAS ABOUT AND THEN THAT EITHER BE A WASTE OF TIME IF THEY DIDN'T LIKE THE SOUND OF IT OR HAVE TO COME BACK AND FOLLOW ANOTHER LINK TO GET TO THE FIC, SURELY, OH MY GOD. But I thought that, on it's own, might be a bit negative.My other big news is that last week, I think, my mother got a letter from HM Revenue and Customs, saying that she accidentally owed them £1,800, and they would have to take it out of her future tax, which is not very pleasant for her. But today, I got a letter from HM Revenue and Customs saying that I'd overpaid tax to them, and in a separate letter there was a cheque for £327 for me. Which was quite a bit lovelier.
Things I could do with this money:
- Put it into my ISA to make up for some of the savings I spent.
- Pretty much pay off my overdraft with it.
- Keep it and spend on some of the things that are coming up that I wanted to do, like Connotations, and going to see Tony Gordon in pantomime in Nottingham at Christmas, and for Christmas, as well.
Given that I have basically been hoping and planning to do those things for a while, it's probably going to be the third one. An alternative option would be to put it on one side, or into one of my accounts and keep a note of it, and save up as well and use it to pay for one of the (expensive) pieces of art I have been genuinely thinking about saving up for, for a while. But given my low income, I'm probably better off doing the third one, just at the moment, I think.
My other news: I love Nathan Wylde. And Lyndon Ogbourne. I love Nathan Wylde-Lyndon Ogbourne. I missed a bunch of Emmerdale while I was on holiday in Devon, and then most of the week after that, but I have been watching it lately and oh God. I worried for a bit that the writers were going to have Nathan become properly evil, or properly psycho, and he's kind of being a prat, but also INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL. At the moment, an increasing number of people - including Nathan's sister - are convinced that Nathan's half-brother Ryan is innocent of killing their dad (he is), that Nathan was involved in setting Ryan up (he was), and that Nathan is the one who killed their dad and his mum Natasha knows but is covering up for him (it's the exact opposite). I just managed to see last night's episode today, and HE LOVES HIS SISTER SO MUCH, AND SHE WAS LIKE 'I HATE YOU, YOU'RE EVIL, JUST ADMIT YOU KILLED OUR DAD', AND HE JUST STARTED TO CRY AND THEN BEGGED HIS MUM TO 'TELL HER I DIDN'T DO IT'. OH GOD. And he is not entirely the best actor ever, but he is PLENTY GOOD, PERFECTLY GOOD SOMETIMES.
And another person who suspects Nathan (and sort of Natasha) is Natasha's new boyfriend and business partner Declan, and Nathan hates Declan, and I slash them quite a lot. And today in one of the new soap mags Lyndon Ogbourne (who plays Nathan) said that the reason why Nathan hates him so much is because '"Nathan never got the chance to have it out with his father about what he'd done to the family"' (lying about having another wife, another life before he met Nathan's mum, a different name and stuff). '"He's been left with all this pent-up emotion, and his anger at [dad] Mark is being geared towards Declan. He just takes it out on whoever gets in his way."' AND OH MY GOD. DADDY ISSUES. ALMOST CANONICAL. AND MASSIVE. OH MY GOD. ON THE FLOOR IN A PUDDLE, PRETTY MUCH.
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