Superfiona

Ermmmmmm, am moving!

Not in real life (though, actually, yes – we will be moving soon) but on the internet.

http://www.superfiona.co.uk/

Obviously I took those votes very seriously.

Please go there, update your feeds and links and all that stuff, and reread my archives from here. Because it has taken me a long time to work out how to do that, let alone try and make it pretty.

That is why it’s not pretty.

I know I did this not long ago moving from Typepad to WordPress but I PROMISE THIS IS IT NOW!

Whilst we’re at it, please re-Twitter me. /superfiona.

The number one family car!

We have purchased a vehicle!

It is green (the colour, and not the eco-friendly variety) and swish, with a full service history and one previous owner who worked for Ford and didn’t do much actual driving apparently. I think it’s nice. Never had a car before – so it sort of seems like a Big Deal. (OK? I have eased gracefully – I jest! – into motherhood even though that would be totally worthy of Freaking Out A Lot – but purchasing a car? Seems even more scary grown up.)

I like it. I am not sure about the car-things one is supposed to ask about, but, it does 123 miles per hour and has some gears and a CD player which you can control from the steering wheel.

I did some wheeling and dealing and got £500 off. AND he made me a cup of tea in the showroom, even though my dad said that you should Never Accept a cup of tea in the showroom because that gives them the upper hand! I would attribute my wheeling and dealing success to breastfeeding a wriggly baby whilst negotiating, but ACTUALLY, I know all about this car purchasing malarkey and that they basically expect you to pay £500 under the asking price if you’re paying cash. So, there.

43 words less tosser-ish

Err. After the whining of late, I think it’s time to start another novel. I have a new idea for a story. I just started, and I am DETERMINED TO FINISH. I am telling myself that it doesn’t matter whether it’s shit – it’s just for practice. And for myself. I shall base it loosely on my own experiences in the past few years, but they are maybe a bit boring (to other people) so will have to glorify it all a bit. Or something. (But it’s really just for me, honestly, I am not even thinking beyond writing something right now.)

I am not one of those people who thinks their life is interesting or anything, just to be clear* – but it’s that ‘writing what you know’ thing coupled with the fact that I have an inability to muster plausibility in everything I have written sofar. I have tried to write about people who are too far removed from myself. I need to think a little bit smaller for now. Plus, anyone can be interesting if they tell it right? No? (It’s FOR PRACTICE! Shut up!)

* NB NB NB: I re-read this post and just had to come back and laugh at myself. Ha. Hahaha. No, I am not one of those people at all. Just one of those other types of people who sees fit to publish their mundane existence publicly on the internet for nigh on FOUR YEARS now. Totally different kettle o’ fish, I think you’ll find.

Anyway, I promise not to go on and on about it. Just wanted to say…….. 43 words down the line and it’s going Really Well (I am joking. It’s difficult to convey sarcasm on here sometimes but.. hey, that was sarcasm!)

Don’t forget to vote on my last post – I am going to move this whole little blog thing elsewhere in the next couple of days. I mostly will just buy whichever name takes my fancy (as it swings between the two) but let’s just pretend that voting makes a difference.

Just like the real world? Ha. HAhaha. Excuse me whilst I go and add “satirical political blogger” to my list of skills and interests. Along with “novelist” of course.

SHOCK HORROR! And a bit more shock!

There’s ANOTHER ‘My blog ate my homework’!

Can you believe that?????! No. Neither can I… I was all set to register the domain (I know! The .com bubble burst about seventeen years ago now and here I am talking about registering a domain!) and low and behold, someone else has done it already.

So. Shock. Horror. I need a new blog name. I wanted one anyway due to:

a) Not having any homework any more, and
b) Being sick to death of the same old same old

I have looked up hellofiona.co.uk and superfifi.co.uk and both are available. I can’t be bothered to think anymore. Which is best?

Gardens are good

And tomorrow we’re off to yoga.

Moved

Oh, hai!

We have moved to Exeter, and I am still twitching after the ordeal that was removing a three seater sofa. There is a reason everyone else has small sofas, and this is it: maneuvering bigger sofas out of the door and carrying down 52 steps to the outside of the building is an ordeal worthy of MUCH TWITCHING. And removing the door to fit it out in the first place.

Jesus. Christ. I know. So, we moved down on Saturday. Only, Bill has returned to Brighton for his last few weeks at work. This saves us about £1000 in rent and other outgoings (Waitrose) but, oh my, it’s difficult being away from him. Especially at 6.30 in the morning when Hallam wants to get up and I don’t want to get up, and Bill usually DOES get up with him. Poo. Times like that I wonder whether I wouldn’t prefer not saving £1000 and staying in bed for another hour.

Bill is great, we miss Bill.

For now, we’re staying with my mum and dad. Which, actually is not as bad as it sounds because they are quite nice and free babysitters whenever we fancy(!!) and leave us to it. Once my brother vacates their ‘other house’ (hahahaha, it sounds like we are super rich now) we can move in there. Or find somewhere of our own. Anyway, this is bearable. I think. For a few months? As long as we get a car so we can escape to all those lovely places that had me convinced that moving was a good idea in the first place.

Oh, by the way. Car shopping is not as much fun as I thought it would be. Not fun at all.

It’s EXETER. But it’s OK. We’re OK. We’d be better if we won the lottery and bought a big house in Hampstead. But this will do until then.

Sunny days

Just yesterday, I was struck by the lovely weather and thought to myself “ahh, another sunny day,” having enjoyed some sunshine over the weekend as well. And what better accompaniment to such a day than a song dedicated to sunny days? Like, I don’t know, maybe “Another Sunny Day” by Belle and Sebastian…?

I opened up iTunes, pleased with myself for such inventive thinking. And, it’s not there. Nope. No no no. Not just is ‘Another Sunny Day’ absent from my iTunes but the whole ALBUM HAS DISAPPEARED.

Now, if you know me, you’ll know that I have a soft spot for Belle and Sebastian. My musical taste is, in fact, somewhat limited to Belle & Sebastian, and bands that sound like Belle & Sebastian. I have fleeting little affairs with other bands (right now? Fleet Foxes, Camera Obscura, Elbow) but you can always rely on me to play B&S.

What I am saying is: There is NO WAY that I didn’t have this album on my iTunes. So please can someone explain to me what has happened to it? A Ben Folds track has gone AWOL as well….*

*A little song called ‘The Luckiest’ which I wanted to listen to whilst gazing at my newborn Hallam when he was actually a newborn. What can I say? I am Very Inventive with my musical choices for occasions.

If anyone finds my missing tracks, please tell them I want them back. I’m beginning to think there is something to be said for CDs. Apart from the bloody space they take up and the effort required to lug hundreds of them down stairs when moving out of flats.

I just don’t know

… What I’ve done to the design on this. Maybe I will add ‘web design’ to my list of things that I need to know how to do. Maybe I will add ‘pissing around with my blog’ to my list of things I should not do before 9am.

Gah!

Boxes, baby, packing, and I am moving in a week…

I’ve been busy, which is rubbish as I would like to whine about a little thing we call teething. But, ho hum, it does seem that the teeth not actually coming through will drag on for, like, ever, so I’m pretty sure my teething woes will still be here next week. That is, next week when I have moved to Devon and have nothing else to do apart from blog about the baby and his lack of teeth.

I know, it’s too exciting.

Am still fucked

I haven’t managed to quit my job yet. Nor will it happen this week, as my boss is out of town. So it turns out I have a miniscule, one week window in which I can actually resign. I keep saying to people “ha. I am moving next week but have not told work yet! Ha ha ho ha ha!” but actually, really, it’s not very funny. I don’t want to quit this job and that makes a big difference to my ability to saunter on in and quit it. But, I also don’t want to go back to work full time. I want to spend this time with Hallam. I can’t afford to go back part time. So, quit it I must. But, whine whine whinge whine and sulk – I LIKE THIS JOB. But I like Hallam more. The end.

But, I will find another job I like one day, won’t I? I definitely absolutely need to write some award winning fiction.