Good Morning!
It is freezing! Winter is officially here and I am wearing a purple cashmere tracksuit cos it's the warmest thing I own. You know when it's cold cos our french friend Nicole says every two mintues "It fweezy". She's hilarious Nicole, did I tell you why we now call a penis a 'man-sex'?! No? Well, one night, she had been looking after a hen party in the restaurant where she works. She was trying to explain to us afterwards that one of the women had pulled a vibrator out of a bag, but speaking only broken english, she referred to it as a "fake man-sex". Now, when I'm out with Lewis and about to go home, I tell her I'm going home to play with his "real man-sex". Brilliant.
So, Paddy became a TV star yesterday. It was a pre-record for GMTV, I think it's gonna be shown on the 5th Dec. Sarah came with us, as she had a day off. We were driven (I'm sure he knew the car was for him - he was unusually excited and jumping around all over the seats) to a doggie clothes shop in London, where Paddy was modelling the clothes. On arriving at the shop, I began hyperventilating at all the clothes and had mentally picked out at least ten things I wanted for the chihuahuas in the first 2 minutes. Paddy did his bit and was great. He did pant a little (this happens every time he leaves the comfort of his own home) but also managed to look half normal for some of the footage. He modelled Doggy boots, an army camo print ski jacket (with fake fur hood), a red hoodie jumper and a father christmas suit. He looked adorable. As a goodwill gesture for doing the show, the nice lady from GMTV said I could pick out an outfit each for Paddy and the beans. I kept the army ski jacket for Pad and chose a sweater each for the little ones (pink for the girls and black for the boys). Obviously then, I couldn't leave with just one outfit for each so proceeded to spend some more money and another 2 hours in the shop. I left armed with 5 outfits each per dog, a bandana each, and new collars. Bean and Baby got little frilly dresses, sweaters, t-shirts, vests and hoodies. Ted and Tom got the same, minus the dresses. Paddy took all the stuff he modelled, as well as another black hoodie and all 5 dogs got a santa suit.
I then had to go and meet a journalist to do a quick interview so, Sarah and I changed our car to pick us up an hour later and wandered with Paddy down to a cafe. We had to sit outside (as restaurant staff do not realise instantly that Paddy is actually human) and we ordered about twenty different things. After doing the interview and stuffing ourselves silly, we made our way back to the car, with Paddy wearing ski-jacket as it was ice cold by then. The journey home took about 2 hours as we got stuck in bloody traffic. Paddy couldn't get comfy in the car and kept moving around until he finally settled with his head on my lap and his bum sticking up in the air (Do other dogs sleep like that? Head flat on floor and back legs still standing? Or is that just a special quality of Pad's I wonder?).
We got home just in time for Marge and Parge to walk in the door and school teacher Lauren to turn up. Of course, the first thing we did was to have a doggie fashion show of our own. Each outfit was tried on and paraded and photographed. Bean and Baby looked like proper little girls for the first time ever (they're such tom-boys) in their dresses and all four little ones looked adorable in their roll-neck knitted sweaters. The grand finale came when Lauren, Sarah and I dressed them all in their Santa suits. I have never seen anything so cute in my life (apart from perhaps Paddy as a baby). It felt like Christmas had come early in the Marsh household last night. Jordan had band camp, and all 6 of them piled into the dining room (where the chaos was taking place) to watch the splendour unfold. Mum and dad were loving every minute of it and fussing over each dog in turn. Mum even worked out how to use my camera (unheard of!) in the excitement and actually took some good shots. Well, I can't really describe to you just how fab the dogs all looked dressed as little elves from Santa's workshop, so pictures will be up soon to spread a little christmas cheer to you all. Think I'm gonna have one of the pics made into my Christmas card this year to send out!
Anyway, Lewis arrived mid-picture taking session and afterwards we settled in the Lounge to watch the Take That program. Not really Lewis's No 1 viewing choice, but he was out-numbered by three to one. When it finished (and after lots of singing "and we've come so far, and we've reached high...... NEEEEVER forget where you're coming from"), I rang Kyle to discuss the program and we both agreed that we felt quite sad that Robbie didn't go and meet the boys for a reunion. His prerogative, of course, but sad nonetheless. Lewis and I then shot off to do some midnight shopping at Tescos. I nearly always do my shopping very late at night, cos it means you have the whole supermarket to yourself. Although, I try not to go with Russ (lodger and future husband if not married by the age of 30) as the last two times I've been with him (after he's sunk a few cheeky beers), he has got a kids bicycle off the shelf and ridden round on it, managing not to be caught unitl he has completed at least three laps of the fruit n veg section. Carnage. We stocked up on quorn, fruit, mashed potatoe (my fav at the mo) and yoghurts and came home for me to do my receipts for mummy (and the tax man) until 2am. When we finally climbed into bed, Paddy felt the need for a cuddle and flopped down in between us with his paws over my shoulder and his chin resting on my face. He didn't move til the morning. I woke to a text from Lewis (he leaves at 6am for work - I didn't get up til saying "....was hoping to get lucky last night but Paddy stole you x x x" Careful young man, careful. You know what happened to the last one that moaned about the dogs. I'm quite satisfied with his choice of words though. At least he's not making demands about the dogs, he obviously knows better! At the end of the day, if Pad-man needs a cuddle, then he needs a cuddle. It's not my fault if he decides that for one night, he's gonna have all of my attention, and I'm not going to disagree with him. He's my baby! And what Paddy wants, Paddy gets.
Today I have to tidy my flat again! It's driving me insane. I don't know where anything is anymore and need to make a stand against the mess. I find it so difficult to spend precious time cleaning when I could be doing something fun or constructive. Sarah did put my mind at rest last night though. As part of her training for her job, she learnt about people and their characteristics. She said that if you're creative and a people-person, then you'll be really messy. If you're not creative or good with people, then you'll be spolessly tidy and good with numbers. That explains my utter dirtiness and Becky's (the accountant) complete cleanliness and choice of job but no social skills whatsoever then (only joking Bec!). I'm just glad that I now have an excuse to be messy. Next time someone says "god, how do you find anything in this mess?", I can just say, "listen, I'm a people person and I'm too creative for my own good to be tidy - it's a proven fact". Sweet. I love knowing the scientific reasons for things. If my brain just can't deal with being tidy then it's something I'll just have to live with. At least now, I know I'm not lazy and dirty - just devoid of a part of my brain that allows me to clean up after myself! It' not my fault........
Tonight, Kyle is coming here from work and we are going to the opening of a new bar. I'm going to wear my new dress I think (it's a pilot style dress, with a furry biggles hat!). Now though, I have to go. Shakey has just text me, I still haven't called Jordan Knight back from the other day and I need to speak to Jo (publicist). The dogs are fighting over bones in the other room and my feet are cold cos they are the only part of me that's not wrapped in cashmere. Everything is fine and dandy here at Marsh Manors (apart from scrapping dogs and cold feet) and I'm already thinking of excuses to not tidy up.
Think I'll go and get another tattoo this afternoon. It's about that time of year.......
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