Ahhhhh, the price of butter!

Ahhhhhh, the price of butter. Dear lord I went into Sainsburys last night to get various things for the (awesome) risotto I made and I remembered I needed butter. Honestly I bought the same butter last week and for the past few months and it has been £1.29. I went in yesterday and it was £1.75. That's a (quick maths) 46p increase in a week!!

Now I don't want to turn into a grumpy old woman complaining about the price of butter, but........Really, if it keeps increasing like that then I won't be making any more cakes or biscuits, that's for sure. Jesus. If only my salary made the same increase to compensate for it. Ha ha.

Anyhoo, I had a fantabulous weekend up north with my family. My big brother turned 30 and we had a nice celebration. It was all very civilised. We went for a meal (which was actually pretty darn expensive but we're so used to toptable and voucher codes that I can't even remember the last time we ate out full price). And then we went back to drink our body weight, eat my mum's cake and my cookies. Mmmmmm, good night.
We then finished with a massive roast at my mum and dad's the next day. Ham and Beef roasts. Yum!

It was great to actually spend time with my brother and his girlfriend and my cousin came from Norfolk as well with his lady and I never get to see them so it was wonderful. What I don't like is the fact that I can say the words, "I'll be 30 next year." NEXT YEAR! As in, not this year, next year! ARGH! Not good.

Eeee, it's gone cold again. We had the lovely 1st March rouse and now it's like "yeah we're just making up for your mild winter. Ha, in your face London." It's so cold I had to leave my coat on on the tube. And considering I was sweating like a pig the week before it's a little disorientating. My body can't recover from my cold (my three week plus, cold) because the temperature is all over the place and now I'm stuck in this strange limbo where my throat just can't get better and I can't sing very well. That makes me a right grumpy cow.

I had to plinky plonk all the way home from work on Monday, as I needed to bring my xylophone back. My three octave, three and half foot long xylophone, which I carried on my back on the tube. Believe me when I say, never again. It was all in the name of my kids and their education, of course, it always is. But it certainly wasn't in the name of my back, shoulders and aching muscles, not to mention my bashed knees, as every time I took a step, it bashed the back of my knees. He he.

 I got a few strange looks too. People couldn't figure out what I had in there. Wrong shape for a cello, violin etc.......But as soon as I started moving the plinky plonk gave me away. I made a tune all the way home. And I think from now on, it will stay at home, unless I suddenly get a car and can transport it without becoming a human turtle.

Speaking of heavy packages. I'm getting a little sick of my book that is essentially a brick. Every one raves about this book and whilst it is good, it does rabbit on a little too much. I mean I struggle with brevity, everyone knows that, but this is taking the biscuit. It's over a thousand pages and I am still only 640 pages in, after like a month or more. I just feel like she could have said most of what she wanted to say, in half the time. I'd figured out a few things that were going to happen about 17 chapters before they actually did. It's like, get on with it, I'm the one who has to risk a wrist injury when reading it one handed on the tube. Honestly, they just don't think about us traditionalists that don't have a kindle.

And now I've ranted so much I feel bad about revealing the title or author. Imagine if that was my book someone was dissing. My international bestseller, that was being slated by a non existent, probably never to be published writer from Wigan. Yeah, I probably wouldn't give a shit. Ha ha. It's Jonathon Strange and Mr Norell. And I know you're all gonna shout at me now, because you all loved it, but hey, I'd love it too if it didn't give me wrist strain.

Ha ha. I'll keep you posted on the verdict, if I ever finish the damn thing.

And finally, I'd just like to rant about computers. Every time I switch the thing on, up pops a little box. Oh such a body has an update, would you like to download it? I'm sure this happens a least once a week. It's so frustrating. There's always a fucking adobe reader update!

It's really annoying. Someone is obviously employed to just tick me off by updating it every week. Surely they've got other things to be doing. It's the same with I tunes too: Would you like to download 10.1, 10.4, 10.6, 23000000................? NO! I'd like to be left in peace with my current version thank you. For at least a month. Is that too much to ask?

And now taking a deep breath, I'd better get off to work. There's nothing like being without a manager and overstocked with kids. Whoop!

Happy Wednesday.