A Thursday Thought: I QUIT

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So, this week has been one hell of a week. Not all bad, of course, there are many people who are having a much worse week than I am. I know that. I always try to keep perspective, but sometimes, well, it is hard.

So, I’ve decided 2 things.

  1. I am going to rebel and post my Thursday Thought on a Wednesday; because I can.
  2. I am going to QUIT.

I am the most stubborn person I know though, so quitting for me is very hard. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever quit anything. Well, I quit Morris Dancing when I was 15 but I’m not sure that counts!

I don’t really know what I’m quitting though. I’d say work but, most of the time I really like my job and I need it to keep on fulfilling my New Year’s Resolution (see as much of the world as possible) – it’s like one of the few resolutions I have actually managed to keep.

I could quit the gym, but I need that in order to be able to cycle from London to Paris next year.

I’d say I’d quit spending money, as at least that would be good for me, but to be honest, I need to be realistic!

So I think what I will quit is worrying. Life really is too short to spend so much time being unhappy or worrying about things that, often we can’t even control. Yet we still worry, fret and try to change what we can. And what’s the point. What will be will be, there are plenty of people who don’t have a family, a house or even a job. In many ways I am one of the luckiest people in the world.

So, world, do you hear me, for the first ‘proper’ time in my life – I QUIT, I quit worrying and stressing and fretting. Now stubbornness, don’t you dare let me down. I have said I quit and I will be dammed if anyone tries to stop me!

Shoe Loyalty

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So, before I go straight into this story I feel like I need to explain that this is actually a little bit of a risky post as there is no real ‘good’ outcome for myself (or my husband) if I decide to actually click ‘post’ and not leave this wallowing in my draft folder for a little while!

It’s no major disaster – no-one is going to get into any trouble or harm, I feel like I should just get that out the way before I continue. Basically, if I tell the story and my husband finds out (by reading it) then I’m in ‘trouble’ for spending more money on shoes and if he doesn’t find out (i.e. if he doesn’t read it – as I would like to think that anyone who knows us both and reads my blog would never grass me up!) then I know that despite what he says, he doesn’t actually read my blog and therefore does not support my hobby! (the ‘not supporting my hobby’ part is complete exaggeration – I know that he doesn’t need to read my blog to support me, but y’know, it adds to the drama, and who doesn’t love a bit of drama!)

Now, it’s not like I could say anything to him, as really I want to keep my little shoe shopping spree to myself, so it’s a bit like catch 22. But at least by posting this, I will know if he knows and ultimately if he reads my blog! Unless of course, he knows but doesn’t say anything so I don’t know he knows! (Are you still with me?! Hopefully you FRIENDS fans out there enjoyed that reference!)

So the story is…I went to London on a work trip last week, couldn’t get an earlier train back as we had advanced tickets so naturally I did what anyone would do with a free hour to kill in London…went shopping in Christian Louboutin. Now, I was only going to look, honest! Ha, who am I kidding, I was never leaving without a little brown bag of joy! What I wasn’t expecting was to be recognised by one of the members of staff. I always tell Steve that it’s a bad sign when the person in a shop (or often in our case, takeaway/restaurant) knows your name (and order) and he insists that you get looked after better and it shows loyalty – which is a good trait in a person…

Well, its official. I am loyal to Christian Louboutin. Now, to be fair the sales assistant didn’t know my name – but he did remember me from a couple of months earlier and did recall what I’d bought and what else I said I was going to buy! (Nail varnish nude and red, the same as the soles!) Ha, how embarrassing! I did say to my colleague (who I’d dragged halfway across London) not to mention it to anyone as it’s never good to be remembered by a shop, but actually thought it was quit typical of me and worthy of a share after all! I was just casually browsing and he asked me if I needed help. It would have been rude not to try the shoes on, so when another assistant went to get them and I carried on ‘browsing’ he was like, haven’t you shopped with us before? You’re the girl who came in for the nail varnish! I went as red as the soles of the shoes, and I was like, yes it was me, I am the girl who tried every shade on, painted every nail and then couldn’t decide on which shade of nude. Over an hour later I did leave with a purchase though – I mean picking the right varnish to match your shoes is a very important decision… (Especially when said nail varnish is £34 a bottle!)

So, needless to say I left the shop, yet again with another pair of shoes. I am VERY loyal. But they’re so pretty and unique and now I don’t have to drag my hubby around the CL store in Paris – we can do the things he’d prefer/ more time for more shops for me!! I did it for him ultimately! I am such a kind and considerate wife.

Not that he will get mad, as we don’t have that type of relationship anyway – we don’t really care what each other spends our money on as long as the bills are paid and there’s food on the table, what does it matter… BUT he has just come back from the Dive Show in Birmingham and spent a similar amount of money on a pair of fins – and they’re technically shoes, right?! So, all in all, we’re both as bad LOYAL as each other!

The one with the ‘bright idea’

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So, a little while ago I decided that I was ready for another challenge and signed myself up for a bike ride in aid of children’s charity ‘the make a wish foundation’.

I know why I picked the charity, to me it was a no brainer- granting wishes for terminally ill children in my opinion is one of the greatest causes out there. Last year I raised just under £2500 for children’s charity childreach international and having the opportunity to see how that money affected the lives of children made me want to do the same again, for those who may not have the quality of life I have, or indeed even live to become my age.

The thing I didn’t really think through was the bike ride part, well a bike ride I can do, but a cycle from London to Paris- well that really is pushing myself to the limit.

I have started training, which is a definitely improvement on the time I went up Kilimanjaro having walked up Snowdon once. But something tells me this challenge might be even harder as I am far from a natural when it comes to bike riding! (I’ve already fallen off twice!)

Anyway, the bit that is concerning me the most right now is the fundraising… Last time I raised money a large proportion came from my family and friends who were extremely generous in sponsoring me. But this time round, I don’t really feel like I can ask.

So my question is how do I go about raising £1500 between now (October 12th 2014) and the end of February 2015?

I really do need all the help I can get! I am way too stubborn to quit, or admit defeat, and the charity means way too much to me – so basically I need to get my ass into gear and get a move on fast. I have to turn my not so bright idea into a super bright one and I need your help!

Answers on a postcard please!! Or you know, in a comment below!

Thank you!!

For anyone who wants to know more about the charity and why I am fundraising you can check out my page here: https://www.justgiving.com/DanielleBarnard

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The one with (or without) the wine

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Last night I was invited out for food by a friend whose birthday it was this week. As usual I had left it until the last possible moment to buy them a card and a gift. (I should add here that it’s not that I’m not thoughtful, I spend lots of time thinking about what people would like but I never give myself enough time to order/buy it!)

Anyway, this particular friend really likes his wine so I went to the supermarket to purchase a bottle that had been recommended to me. I decided to pick up a few others things whilst I was there (despite the fact I really didn’t have time) and rushed to the till. I grabbed my bags and left pretty quickly. Halfway to the restaurant I realised that I had left the bag with the wine and card in on the self-service check out. GRRR!

Cue a sharp U-turn, a rushed text message to another friend saying i was on my way but was going to be a bit late and I raced back to the shop (not breaking the speed limit once, of course.)

I arrived back at the shop, there was no bag with wine or a card left on the checkout so I asked the assistant for help and explained what had happened. I literally cannot believe what happened next – the shop would not give me my wine. They asked me for ID – of course this particular day I had left my driving licence at home and because I was unable to provide any proof of age (despite the fact that the wine already belonged to me as I had purchased it less than 10 minutes earlier) I had to leave empty handed and come back tomorrow with ID and they would then check the CCTV.

I did try arguing with the assistant, stating quite clearly that if they checked their CCTV now they would see I had bought it – but apparently with no ID there is no sale. Of course, I argued that there had already been a sale and I thought I was getting somewhere until the assistant politely (but very firmly now) said: Well, I can appreciated you might have bought it, but you don’t have a receipt. I know, I replied, because the receipt is the bloody bag that you’re withholding from me!!!

I had no choice but to admit defeat and head to the restaurant without the wine. Once I had finally arrived and told everyone what had happened it was agreed that at least my lateness came with some lols and therefore it was rendered acceptable!

I mean, it could only happen to me…

The moral of the story here is, don’t buy a bottle of wine from the supermarket…. buy a crate – that way you are 6 times more likely to actually get out of the store with it!)