New Year, New Beginning.

Ok, so we’ve had Christmas and well, mine wasn’t the best but if you were poor, had no food, and live on the streets it would have been a fantastic Christmas if they had mine so I shouldn’t complain. You know what they say about the “...not a creature was stirring not even a mouse...”? Well they lied there, I wish it wasn’t stirring but inevitably it did. One single field mouse has found its way in to the house, but what do you expect when you live in the countryside. People say if you’ve got a mouse, your house must be dirty and you live like a tramp. All I can say is not true because it’s the damn mouse’s land and someone’s built a god damn house on top of it. I people who are ignorant of the fact. The only thing I have to complain about the mouse is that it wakes me up exactly 3am nearly every night. One great thing is, it’s not living in my bedroom so I can stuff something under my door to stop it coming in, even then it doesn’t. I woke up at 6am once to find it knocking on the door to get in and I’m not joking you, it knocked and it keep on knocking. If it didn’t make so much noise or came into my room at night, I’d be a happy bunny.

New year’s wasn’t the best either especially if you only got one glass of champagne, though Jools Holland was great and lifted spirits. Technically, I could have drank a whole bottles worth, but because I’m quite small and a ‘light-weight’ I doubt I could have managed it, though, it could have been worth a go. We still have six bottles of bucks fizz in the garage so that could make for an interesting evening.


I remember when I was a child going out to the garage to have a poke about and discovering several bottles of beer/wine in the outside fridge. I’d open the fridge up and we always had a spare bottle opener for reasons I cannot fathom other than for secret drinking. I’d usually go for the beer, other than that, once ‘sipped’ I could hammer the metal cap back on and look innocent. Sometimes I’d worry because some days that’s the only reason I’d go into the garage and worried if I got hooked. After going to the garage, sometimes on consecutive days, I’d find I had drunk a whole bottle and panicked thinking what I was going to do with this empty bottle. I remember leaving an empty beer bottle in there and my dad found it. He couldn’t work it out why there was an empty bottle in the fridge and luckily I got away with it. We always recycled our bottles and there’d be crates of them in the garage, and so I took to putting the empties there like a good child. Just like in Germany with the family there, they told stories of how they used to go down to the cellar where the wine and booze was kept, and at night they would sneak a few. It must run the blood because I was never told this previous to my garage drinking. I stopped doing this when I realised that I’d be found out soon and be punished, so I thought for the best, to save my liver and being hit with a wooden spoon, I’d stop and I did.


Now I’ve lost track on my post. Ah well, the blog is just like a confessional box in a church, no one is really going to listen to you and is soon forgotten.


Anyway, at this time of the year people usually have resolutions and I, for once, have made two resolutions that are achievable. Mine are to write and read a bit more and to use my time wisely rather than being on the computer constantly and I’ll refer to this later on in my post. My second resolution is to do something else which I have forgotten now, great start(!).

As I was saying, I’m going to spend less time on the computer and one of these ways is by shocking myself into getting off it. To shock myself on getting off the laptop, I will be counting up the hours, yes hours not minutes, I spend on the laptop. Once done for about a week, I will count them up and go “Oh, wow, I really must get of the laptop and do something meaningful instead.” And thus it should work...hopefully. Come back to find out the results of my experiment.


Snow has come this year and it’s been the coldest December in three decades, though I can’t really tell. This year has dumped a lot of snow throughout the country, yet for myself I have rarely been out in it. I haven’t played in it, made a snowman or an igloo and it makes me sad that I’ve seemed to have lost that childhood initiative of getting excited because of the snow and unable to wait till the morning to play in it. Usually having children brings back that excitement and I’m not contemplating that.


The stage of life that I seem to be in is rather quite dull. However, I’m 17 and I really can’t say. Most people would be telling me that what I’m saying is nonsense and that I should be out drinking with my mates and having fun. I’d go out to the garage, drink and have fun out there by myself instead. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a shy person; either that or I find myself to be socially unacceptable and won’t fit in, but never mind that’s a story for another day.


As I was saying, I find life rather dull at the moment. You’re neither an adult or a child. Lost the childhood spirit and yet having no intention or a goal of settling down and having a family; the ‘no man’s land’ of life so to speak. I’m not a partier and would rather spend the night in an old pub, chatting away, drinking, and getting to know the community. Where is the community these days? Back a few decades ago or even in the nineties, there used to be what was called a community spirit, everyone knew everyone else and stories used to be told or passed long; what was then gossip. Now gossip is what you find in a magazine and everyone can purchase it, thus less social interaction and then communication skills get lost.


Anyway I’ll shut up and post sooner hopefully.

Latest goings Of the young Catherine

Developing Rhinitis medicamentosa due to prolonged use of oxymetazoline hydrochloride. I.e using it for more than the recommended dosage with is apparently a week. I’ve used it for 3 weeks and thus I shall have to go cold turkey.

Got a Moleskin for Christmas and finished a decade’s worth of writing in one tiny book.

Developing a deep love for Bryan Ferry/Roxy Music and Glam rock. Help!


Huge amount of writing and reading.


Getting the best book ever for Christmas.


Throwing rocks onto a frozen reservoir and not breaking the ice. Fantastic sound.


Forgetting to set a date for 20 day challenge to write. Frankly can’t be bothered now. :D


Still want to be a writer. If I get my grades for university, I can get in, then end up hanging around the sketch writers despite having a completely different course. That’s the way to do it, that is.


Watching numerous episodes of Most Haunted and getting rather freaked. Big girls blouse.