‘Haunted’, 35, Stonegate, York. My experience and review.

Has anyone experienced anything like I did when I did the tour of the house on 5th April this year. This is the 4th time Ive done the tour, so now I just blank the audio out altogether. On this occasion I was with my partner and 3 other friends. Entering the shop, all was fine, paid the money and went through to the waiting area. The instant I crossed the threshold from the waiting room into the first room, I got a strong, horrible feeling like someone was very ( and I mean VERY ) close. It was like a very imposing,threatening feeling. It was making me feel weak and light headed a bit. This continued all through the house apart from the mirror room and the dining room. In the Seance Room I saw a dull grey shape appear in front of the fire place. It was about 25 inches ( ish ) in height, about 3 ft off the ground. It fade away then came back in same place but smaller about 12 – 15 inches the disappeared. On photos I took there, an orb shows in exactly the same place at the same time, but I just put this down to dust as the room was dusty at the time. Then in the cellar, the close, imposing, threatening feeling was back. I even took an arms length photo of myself just in case something showed , but nothing appeared on the photo. All of a sudden my mouth tasted and felt as if it filled up with blood. It tasted awful. So bad I put my torch on and stuck my fingers in my mouth to check. Nothing was there, my mouth was not bleeding. It was a horrible, bloody / coppery taste.
Even after leaving the tour and being back in the shop I felt weak and light headed and still had the horrible taste in my mouth. This taste stayed with me all night, even after scrubbing my mouth with toothpaste back at the hotel and having drinks at the pubs etc. It was with me till I fell asleep that night but was gone in the morning.
Whats peoples thoughts on this, and have any of you experienced anything like this while at the house? Out of the 4 times Ive been there, this time was the worst. Still wont stop me going back though.

To me, this place is the most active place I have ever been. For anyone who is ‘sensitive’, this place is a must to visit, and if possible, do one of the organised night time ghost hunts.

Update: fingers crossed, and all being well in my personal life, I shall be going back to the house for a proper ghost hunt at the beginning of August with GCUK ( http://www.gcukparanormalevents.com ). I wonder what sort of unearthly experiences I shall have on that occasion.

Sorry, I’m still here

Hi everyone, just a quick post to let everyone know I’m still around. I feel a bit bad about not posting anything in ages. I know it would more than likely do me good to do a blog, but to be honest, I have had no time, and have been absolutely shattered. There is so much going on at present in my life. Non of it good unfortunately. When I have a chance I will update you all on whats been happening. Take care and speak soon. Steve

A Lovely time in York

It’s been a while since I last posted a blog post. I’m sorry for that but the last few weeks have, for want of a better way of saying it, been hell emotionally wise. I have been going through weekly therapy sessions to try an help combat my stress and anxiety. We are now after a few weeks, getting to a point where are setting out goals to aim towards. I’m sick of always having panic attacks at the slightest things and worrying about minor things. I’m normally a very laid back person but recently I fret about the most irrelevant things that I would normally deal with in a calm logical way. Anyone who has suffered from stress, anxiety and depression will know what I mean when I say this. I’m sure over time, I will get better. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

At the weekend, I went for a few well needed days away to the beautiful city of York with Denise. It was the second visit to meet up with friends who we met in person for the first time last year. This time, the group also included my good friend Marc ( marccorn.co.uk ). I speak to Marc nearly every day on the phone, FaceTime, Google+ or Skype but this was our first time meeting him in person. It was really nice to get to see him in the flesh. It’s strange meeting someone you talk to all the time anyway, as its like already knowing them so the initial ‘getting to know you’ stage is missed out. Carl from ( www.lifeofcarl.co.uk ) was also there. I met him last year. All three of us already know each other from social networking so was great to have us all together. We joke on about being like the three musketeers, but Carl tries to call us the three muskerears. He is so camp sometimes.

At The Olde Black Swan pub
At The Olde Black Swan pub

( Left to right ) Steve, Jo, Andy, Trev, Becky, Darren, Phil, D, me, Marc, Laura ( Hiding away ), Carl and Dominic.

The weekend went really well and was over far to fast. We went to the haunted house on Stonegate on the Friday, which was an experience and a half. Denise and myself have now been there 4 times now. For me, it was the worst visit I had had. I felt ill from the moment I was across the threshold to the time I went to sleep at night. At one point during the tour, I had to check my mouth as it was like it had filled up with blood. If, like me, you are the type of person that like ghosty stuff, its well worth a visit. ( http://www.hauntedhouseyork.co.uk )

Denise and Marc
Denise and Marc

Carl on Ouija
Carl on the Ouija board

Stairs to the attic
Stairs to the attic

And heres a photo of my two amigo’s Carl and Marc

At Henry J Bean's in York
At Henry J Bean’s in York

It was sad to have to come back home after such a nice weekend with such lovely people. Mind you, some nice caring person in the group gave some of us a loving momento to come home with. A horrible sore throat and runny nose. Thanks to whoever you are. I blame Marc personally but he blames Steve, another friend from our group.

A weird week

This has been a weird week. Nothing out of the normal has happened. I just feel so out of sorts, if you know what I mean. This is why I have not blogged that much this week. It may well be the new anti-depressants I am on. I constantly feel tired, which is to be expected, but also, I cannot seem to focus my mind on anything. I’m still feeling like I am shaking for no reason every now and then. Last night my bottom jaw was trembling as if I was cold, but I wasn’t. I still feel like the slightest thing with set me off. Either bring me close to tears or make me want to lose my temper in a big way. I’m trying to avoid situations where there’s a chance of me getting annoyed.I am still getting the chest pains. They can come about when I am totally relaxed, not just when I start to get wound up. Even as I type this, I am getting chest pains. It’s horrible. It feels like someone is standing on my chest. After being giving their phone number by my doctor, I have just rang Talking Therapies, who offer advice, information and support for people like myself who are struggle with depression, anger, bereavement etc . They have booked me in for Monday for a practitioner to ring me, to talk through everything to see what help and support they can offer me.

On a happier note, Costa, our kitten ( I still call him that even though he’s about 2 1/2 years old now ) that has been ill and had a night’s stay over at the vet’s has made a full recovery. We have been advised to continue his medication until the end of the week but apart from that he is his normal, mischievous, self, and doesn’t Molly, our other ( older ) cat know it. He’s back to terrorising poor old Molly again. All she wants to do is chill out without being jumped on.

My Dad had his long awaited visit to the Sir Bobby Robson wing of the Newcastle Freeman Hospital to see about cancer treatment, only to be told they had to do blood tests due to his diabetes and may also need a blood transfusion on his next visit as his white blood cells were a bit too high. He also has to start taking his iron tablets again. He hasn’t said, but I get the impression he was a bit disappointed thats all they did on this visit. He was only in there about 5 minutes.

Last night, I made a full roast dinner. It’s the first time ever that I have attempted one of these. The meat was a nice pork joint from Aldi, with crackling on it. I know crackling is unhealthy but it tastes so nice.
Pork loin joint

With the joint, I did roast potatoes in the oven, and Yorkshire Puddings in the JML halogen oven, and another first, I used our pressure cooker to do the carrots and broccoli. To my surprise, I didn’t blow a hole in the kitchen ceiling with it. The whole meal was a success apart from the broccoli, which turned into a bit of a mush in the pressure cooker. Apart from that mishap, I am well happy at how good the meal turned out. Everyone seemed to enjoy it. Mind you, D has said that I have made a rod for my own back now, and that I can cook more often. Suppose theres a down side to everything.

Today, G, our 12 year old daughter is doing stuff at school for Red Nose Day. I had to make a journey to the Metrocentre yesterday just to buy a tin of red hair spray. Mind you, it gave me a chance to pop into Starbucks for a coffee or two and abuse their free wifi on Google Hangout that lasted well over an hour, with Marc ( www.marccorn.co.uk ) and Carl ( www.lifeofcarl.co.uk ). It was good fun and passed the time away.

Costa, Our ill cat

What a start to the weekend. On Friday our youngest cat, Costa, started to show signs of being unwell. He is normally a lively two and a half year old, doing all the stuff young cats love to do. Terrorising our older cat Molly, chasing shadows on the floor, racing around the house at full speed like so demented jaguar on speed and all them sort of things. Now he is very lethargic and just wants to sleep. Friday night he slept in the bathroom, and Saturday morning he was still there. As far as we can tell, he has not been to the loo since Friday morning, or had anything to eat or drink. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain, just lethargic. I rang the vet to be on the safe side. They said, as he is so young, and should be full of energy, to bring him in so he can be checked over by the vet. So I dug the cat carrier out of the shed, go Costa into it, and headed off to the vets with G. At the vets, Costa had a very thorough examination by the vet. She spent ages examining his stomach. Eventually she was happy that what she could feel was actually his kidneys. The worst part was when she had to take his temperature. Obviously on cats, this is done rectally. Costa REALLY did not want this, and we had to pretty much pin him down to get it done. It turns out he has a high temperature and possibly an infection. We were sent on our way with some antibiotics and told to monitor him over night and if no improvement, to give them a ring. Next morning, he was again lying on the bathroom floor. And there was no change apart from being very very slightly more alert. Still not eating though but he did have a very long drink last night out of his bowl and has also been trying to drink out of the bathroom and kitchen taps. We rang the vets again as there wasn’t, in my opinion, enough improvement. They said to bring him in again. D, myself and G took Costa back. This time, ( after another battle to get the thermometer inserted where the sun doesn’t shine,they said his temperature has risen again and they were going to admit him so they can run blood tests and feed him fluids etc. They said that they don’t think he is in any danger. A couple of hours later, the vets rang to say that blood tests had come back and confirmed that his kidneys are absolutely fine, but his white blood cells were a bit too high, which to them shows signs of an infection. We rang last night to check how he was. We were told that he was comfortable but has still not eaten or been to the loo and the vet will ring us in the morning as he does his rounds. This morning the vet rang to say, Costa is getting very stressed at being in a kennel and is wanting to fight every time they try to take his temperature. They think, if they give us all the fluids and antibiotics to bring home, he will be more relaxed at home and will improve faster. They seem to think in two or three days, he should be more like his normal self.

This is Costa just after he got home, having a good clean. You can just see the bald patch on his front leg.
Costa back home
It’s now night time, and Costa is back home. I could tell in the car home he was more alert. He was meowing to be out. This is something he didn’t do for the last couple of car journeys. He is normally a bit scared when in a car. As soon as he go home, we removed the bandage he had on his leg, as instructed by the vets, to reveal a bald patch on his right front leg. Straight away he went to his food bowl and polished off most of the food that was there. We gave him a few minutes before wrapping him in a towel for our own protection more than his, and gave him his first lot of medicine. He wasn’t keen but as he couldn’t struggle, he had no choice but to go along with it. After this, and about ten minutes, he was back looking for more food. Which we gave hime on this occasion as we want him to eat. He polished most of that off as well. We are so happy he is eating. All we need now is for him to have a bowel movement then we will relax a bit more. For the moment, we are not allowing him out until we are sure the infection has cleared.

My Dad can cook

WOW!! thats all I can say about the tablets I took, and have taken tonight to help me sleep. I’ve been prescribed Trazadone 50mg by the doctor. They aren’t sleeping tablets, but anti-depressants, but he has given me these to help me relax as my Amitriptyline didn’t work at all. I might as well of took Smarties to help me sleep. I took the Trazadone last night at about 8pm. By midnight, I still couldn’t feel any effect from them, but come 1am, My eyes were really starting to struggle to stay open. It felt like they were try to roll backwards into the back on my eye sockets. It was then I decided enough was enough, and I had to go to bed. I lay my head on the pillow, gave D a few well placed digs in the ribs with my elbow to stop her snoring, then fell asleep, and that was that. You could of dropped a bomb on the house and I wouldn’t of known anything about it. D rang me at 9am this morning to wake me up. “Time to get up, its 9 o’clock” she said. “ok, I’m getting up”, I replied in my drug induced, still half sedated voice, then commenced to fall asleep again. When I did eventually wake up, it was 10.45am. I still didn’t want to get up but had to as I had to go to my Dad’s today. It would be lovely to stay in bed all day, but there’s no chance of that.

Once I did get up, I had a quick cuppa then shower then off to my Dad’s. He was in good spirits. He gave me instructions on how to make a nice broth like he made this morning. I had to have a sample taste. It tasted lovely but no doubt, I will forget how to make it, even though from what I remember, the instructions were not too difficult to follow. I can make a few nice easy meals, like Chilli Con Carni, and Spag Bol ( Spaghetti Bolognese ), and few basic things like pizza and chips etc, but I’m not that adventurous otherwise. I would love to be able to make a nice, thick broth, or home made pie etc. I think, in this day and age, with both parents normally working and not having enough spare time, people become to reliant on ready meals or stuff from tins and jars. I think the art of ‘proper’ home made cooking from scratch is disappearing. What do you think? Did your Mum, or Dad for that matter, do ‘real’ home made meals. I know my Mam did. When she was able to, before she had a stroke, she was brilliant cook and was well known for the stuff she made. She seemed to know how to make anything. One thing I find funny is, that since my Mam has passed away, I have learned that my Dad can actually cook as well. Apparently my Mam never let my Dad cook very much. This must be why I don’t have any memories of my Dad cooking. It has been a nice surprise to find out that he can cook, and he has been giving me tips. I will have to take a notebook down with me sometime to write recipes and instructions down. He has even been teaching me how to use the pressure cooker I have in the cupboard that has never been out of the box. I always had a fear of pressure cookers, in case I do something wrong, and it ends up exploding and blowing a vertical hole through the kitchen ceiling, bathroom, loft, then goes into orbit, bouncing satellites out of their orbit, then goes on the news, via NASA as some sort of metallic unidentified flying object.
Tonight was yet another mammoth session of finance planning. Tonight we managed to get all the way to the New Year planned. G even managed to get herself involved in it. I’m glad she is taking an interest. I want her, like many parent do with their kids, to get to realise that money DOES NOT grown on trees.

Money Tree

In G’s defence, apart from liking the expensive drinks at Starbuck and the expensive meals at McDonalds she is not the type of girl that always wants money. She has, in the past, even turned down the offer of something and said ” No, we cannot afford it”. Hearing this can make me and D feel bad but it shows she does think about the cost of stuff sometimes which only be good.

A nice weekend

What a lovely weekend I have had. In fact I think we all have had a nice weekend. I know D, like me, is on some sort of weird high. Don’t panic we are not having some sort of flower power hippy, tree hugging party or anything as exciting as that. The reason is simple. I have mentioned a few times recently that we are trying to sort out our finances. Well, we have started today, in earnest. We have sat each night for the last couple of nights, putting all our incomings and outgoings onto Apple Numbers spreadsheets, and even going so far in advance up to end of May 2013. We have budgeted money for everything. If the sheets are 1p out compared to the bank, we are looking for it. Which we had to do the other night, and what a cow that was to find. Got it sorted in the end though thankfully. Anyway, we budgeted money for our weekly shop. We decided on a weekly shop rather than daily shopping, as we are both terrible at impulse buying. Anyway we set our budget and we actually managed to keep well within it, and walked out with a trolley full of stuff to last the week. Its made D and I very pleased to know that if we keep to the plan, we are going to be a lot better off financially. We just have to be strict thats all.

Today is the day I go to the doctors for my appointment that I should of had on Friday, but I cocked up. I will be mentioning about the receptionist that refused to help me. I just hope the doctor is able to help. Its not normal that I feel emotional for no reason at random times, and keep have bouts of the shakes and I keep getting chest pains. One moment Im fine then for no reason, I start feeling down, or I get the chest pains and shakes. If something annoys me, for example, the doctors receptionist on Friday, the chest pains start straight away, and I start getting the shakes and sometimes feel a bit like woozy. On Saturday I had to leave a shop I was in with Denise because I started to feel unwell. I had to find a seat to sit down in before I fell over. As I mentioned in my last post, my manager has already told me that this is a very stressful time to be coming back to work. Even typing this I can feel chest pains coming on. I’m not sleeping well either. I am tossing and turning for what feels all night. Another thing Ive noticed is that Im becoming forgetful at time. I could walk into a room, and the my brain goes blaaaaahhhhhhhh, and I stand there like an idiot staring. I know Im meant to be doing something, but its like my brain has no idea. This is happening too often for my liking.

This is the second time I have typed this post. Last night it was twice the length, but WordPress decided to have one of its moments and as I was uploading it, it crashed and I lost everything apart from the first 200 words. Needless to say, this pee’d me off a bit. Thats about 800 words I lost last night. So from me ‘Thank you very much WordPress, you obviously intend for me to start pressing the save draft button after every sentence from now on.’

It started badly

What a start to the day. I hope it doesnt continue this way. I went to see the doctor for my 09.30 appointment only to find out that I should of been there at 09.00. I explained to the receptionist that I had made a mistake and that I was late. She point blank refused to even entertain the idea of me seeing the doctor. I wouldn’t of minded waiting to hopefully be slotted in between appointments but she said no. I explained that I need to see about another sick note as my current one expires today, and to discuss things with a doctor with regards to the most recent things that have happened. She still refused to help. I asked if the on call doctor could give me a ring then. She said that’s only for urgent cases where things have happened in the last 24 – 48 hours. I explained I was taken into hospital by ambulance yesterday. She said she was sorry about that but on call doctors cannot issue sick notes anyway, so noone will be able to help you. I then had to ring my boss and explained what had happened. She asked how I was. I explained what had happened. She asked if I am ringing sick for tomorrows shift. I told her I was to which she replied that to be honest, if I did come back, I would be coming back at a very stressful time as things have changed so we are expecting a heavy workload for a while. NOw, after what happened this afternoon, I am glad I wont be going back just yet, or at least until the doctor says its ok.
After speaking to my boss, I drove to my Dads house and realised half way there I forgot to put my new tax disk on show. I hope I don’t get a ticket. Once at my Dad’s I yet again had to ring Virgin Media only to be told they STILL have not sent the bereavement forms out. I am getting a bit sick of this. My Dad received a bill in his name, minus the street name. The Post Office had handwritten the street name on the envelope, but there are 2 people of the same name living on that street. He also received a letter in my Mam’s name about upping her credit limit with Virgin Media. Both the bill and the letter had the same account number on. How are we supposed to tell who the account hold is, if stuff is being mailed out in two different names. The overseas guy on the phone then said he would send me a password to set up an account online to be able to manage my Mam / Dad’s account. Even though I told him one or two things that had happened on the account recently. He even asked for the password, which I did not know, he still sent out this password and at no point during the call did he ask to speak to my Dad. I work in a similar industry and I know that is a glaring breach of Data Protection. Personally I am getting a bit pee’d off about the whole scenario. After that phone call, Dad and myself went to the bank, then the bookies for him to put his Irish lottery on. We then had a couple of coffees together and chatted, then I came home.
After half an hour or so, I had to pick G up from school. After we left there,I was driving along over a round out and a car alongside me nearly hit my car. I had to slam on the brakes. The other driver was oblivious. Luckily enough he got stuck in some traffic so I was able to pull up alongside him and gave him a bit of verbal. Not my style normally, especially with G in the car as well. I was losing the plot. Shaking with rage. I drove around the corner and pulled into the car park for our local pet store where I needed to go for cat food. I was still shaking. G could tell I was upset or annoyed and was asking if I was ok. She gave me a loving cuddle to try and calm me down. In the shop, I could not decide what food to get the cats. The normal one was sold out. For some reason, even though I could see the prices I couldn’t decide which the best deal was. Its a simple enough process. At that time I just couldn’t do it. It took me a couple of minutes for my brain to decide which was best. We got what we needed for the cats and went home. Even when I got home, I was stick a nervous wreck. I am never like this. All drivers have near misses, but we shrug it off after a couple of minutes. At home, at this time, I honestly feel like I’m having a meltdown.
Luckily enough, one of my friends rang up. He has been, and is still going through what I have been going through, with the loss of close family members. We had our normal chat about current mobile phones on the market etc, then got onto money saving. YES, I’m still going on about money. It’s a big thing at present in our house. Anyway, he gave me some good tips that he has been doing. An obvious on at that. He stopped going to Sainsburys and Asda, and not shops at Aldi and Lidl. He is saving a fortune, about 30.00 per week, and the products etc he buys are ever bit as good as the brand makes or own brands in the other shops. he cooks a lot so knows his meats and says the meat is just as good as the other places. For that sort of saving, I’m definitely going to try it out. After this chat with him, I felt a lot more relaxed. Not totally but more relaxed than earlier.
I’m going to chill for the rest of the night while D goes to her friends house.

Final note. Got a text from the VIP people who sell the e-cigarettes at Gateshead Metro Centre. People power prevails. They are now being allowed to stay and not being kicked out after all. Thats great news. The bad side is, the Metrocentre is still banning e-cigarettes from being smoked in the shopping centre, apart from the champagne bar and VIP shop, and if retailers, such as Starbucks say its ok. ( p.s, The manager at Starbucks is fine with e-cigarettes. You can smoke them there ).

Thought of the day: A penny saved is a government oversight

Taken to hospital

Today has started a bit different to normal, and not in a good way. I woke up at 4am clutching my chest. The pain was awful. On a scale of 1 to 10 it was up there at about an 8. It was unlike any chest pain I had had in the past. This time I had the chest pain the was fro. I the centre of the chest and radiated out over both sides of the chest. At the same time I had a really bad pain in and behind left shoulder blade and was panting for air. I tried to calm myself down and eventually fell back asleep. The next morning ( today ) I woke up and didn’t feel myself. I had a numb feeling that intermittently went in waves, like a mild feeling. Also I still felt a little out of breath and still breathing heavier than I normally would. I got up, and straight away, cranked up the Mac and rang Marc, who is a very good friend of mine and fellow blogger ( www.marccorn.co.uk ). I told him what had happened last night and told him that I was a bit concerned about what happened and how I was still feeling and was not sure what to do. Should I ring NHS Direct or shouldn’t I. Marc told me that his Dad had had a couple of heart attacks in the past, and that he thinks I should ring NHS Direct and see what they say. Marc was a great help and his advice was very much appreciated. So after I spoke to him, I had a quick shower then rang NHS Direct. I answered all the questions the best I could that the man on the phone asked me, he then put me on hold then came back and said that an ambulance will be at my house within a couple of minutes. Once the ambulance car turned up, the medic ran ECG tests which came back fine, but also decided to take me to hospital for extra tests. In hospital, I had blood tests done and chest X-rays, more ECG’s, and blood pressure tests. After what seemed an age, My lovely D found me. She had managed to get away from her work. It was lovely to see her. I was so grateful that she came to make sure I was ok. After sitting for ages more, the doctor came back and told me the test results show that I had had no heart attack. In a way I was surprised that it wasn’t even a minor attack, because it certainly felt like it, but at the same time, relieved nothing was found.
Denise drove me home, where I rang my Dad to give him the good news. He was obviously pleased and told me to look after myself, this was nice considering he doesn’t normally say that sort of thing, but it shows how much closer we are becoming since my Mam passed away and the amount of time we spend together now, but also considering he is very ill himself with cancer. Then G came home from school and came straight up to me and gave me a big hug and asked how I was. To keep G happy I let her have the pleasure of ripping off the sticky pads that the ECG machine gets attached to. She laughed out loud whenever she ripped one off, especially the one on my chest closest to my nipple. That one stung like a b***h.
Tonight I had a great hangout with Marc and Carl ( www.lifeofcarl.co.uk ). It was nice chatting and having a laugh with them both after the day I’ve had.
I’m off to bed now, so hopefully I will have a better nights sleep, but I’m sure it will be in the back of my mind, being worried that I could be woken up by severe chest pains. I do hope not.

Meeting, doctors and money

Today is the day I have to go for my Occupational Health assessment. I has been arranged via work, due to an ongoing back injury that every so often results in me having to take time off on the sick. I have to admit that I am a bit apprehensive because I cannot help but feel ( and this is the cynical side of me ) that they are looking for stuff on me to get rid of me. I’m sure its not the case, and they are just doing the assessment to help me at work and make my working conditions better. I’m not sure how they will do that because as it stands, I already have a hydraulic sit stand desk ( this lifts and lowers at the push of a button depending if I need to sit or stand at any given time ), monitor raisers, ergonomic mouse, ergonomic chair, and on top of all that, I have been granted occupational health breaks, which are a god send. As and when needed, I can go on a 5 -10 min break to ease and mobilise my back.

I am back now from my assessment. It was a case of straight in straight out. I must of been in with the assessor about 5 minutes in total. Thats what it seemed like anyway. He checked my posture, asked me to bend over in different directions, the checked my reflexes, then that was basically that. Away I went. He seemed happy with my movement and said he he was happy for me to return to work soon. From there I went to a nice little cafe


The cafe is called Cosentino’s. One half of the premises are a hairdressers whereas the other is the cafe. The free wifi was a bonus there. Non of this free weak signalled wifi you get in some places. This is full strength wifi. I held a long Skype video call with J, my son, whilst there. I’m impressed.
I had to take G back to the doctors today as her cough has not really got better since being given antibiotics and an inhaler by the doc last week. Sometimes she coughs so bad she looks like she is going to be sick. Its worse at night when she is in bed. We can hear her sometimes over the TV downstairs. Anyway the doc checked her over, and all seems fine. Just the cough lingering on. No temperature or anything. We are going to monitor her for the next week and see how she does. She’s happy enough and not stressing at all.
I have just had yet another trip to Ikea. I know, I know, I’m spending too much time there at the moment. JUst for a tiny little 12 inch long floating shelf. Had to have one of their lovely coffees as well while I was there. Mind you, I couldn’t help but crack a smile when I said to the girl at the counter that I was surprised they are still showing meatballs on the board and that I didn’t fancy any horse today. She gave a half smile, but I could tell she wanted to smile more but was worried in case she was seen. Neeeeyyyyyy problem
to me.
Tonight I spent some more time doing our finances. Ohhhh how I love doing that. NOT!! We are going to have to change the way we do things. One thing we are going to do is do a weekly shop instead of a daily one. We need to save money and getting a weekly shop and making it last the week should help in some way instead of a daily shop and buying stuff we forgot we already had and food being wasted. I am still looking to give up smoking real cigarettes and move to e-cigarettes like D. I work out I, alone should save about 500+ pounds a year. Then D has her saving as well from going onto e-cigarettes.
If anyone has any tips on how to save money within a household, let me know. Please leave a comment.

Joke of the day:

A man walks into a bar with a roll of tarmac under his arm and says: “Pint please, and one for the road.”