Pirates of the Caribbean 3 Review

I just realised that I never gave my thoughts on Pirates of the Caribbean 3 that I had promised you.

The film is really long, I think it was around 2hr 41min. You definitely need to see the first 2 films first so that you get the gist of what the film is about. My favourite bit was at the beginning when Captain Jack Sparrow is losing his mind and sees many clones of himself, this was really funny, and again appears later on in the film when he is in jail. The saddest part is also at the beginning, and it is when a small boy is about to be hanged.

Overall I rate the film 7/10.

A short funny story for you regarding the box set of the first two films. I bought the boxset for my father for his birthday on dvd. One night he telephoned me up and told me that the third film was strange at his was basically a commentary on the film and how it was made and didn’t really carry on from the end of the second film. After a few minutes of repeatedly trying to explain to him that the third disc was a bonus disc with extras on it, he still would not accept it. Finally it took a second phone call for me to convince him that the third film wasn’t even out at that point so it couldn’t be the third film. It took him asking my sister about it before he finally accepted that the third disc was a bonus disc and not the third film and the film being advertised was not the fourth.

This christmas I have bought him the dvd of the third film and I am expecting a repeat performance as it also has a bonus disc, I think I may put a note in it explaining that it is a bonus disc and not the fourth film. I will let you know how it goes after christmas.

I would like to say a big thank you to everyone who has left such lovely comments for me, I really appreciate the support, and please feel free to pass the web address on to anyone whom you thing would enjoy my blog. I promise that it will get more cheerful soon.


Things get worse

I’m back and even more down than last night. As I sit here I am crying like a baby, shaking terribly and feel really nauseous.

I guess I should tell you what has put me into this mess, I will warn you now, to most rational people it is not such a drama and I am making a mountain out of a molehill or as my hubby just told me on the phone “don’t be silly, it isn’t a case of life or death”. To a lot of people they don’t suffer from depression and don’t understand the feelings of despair and falling into a big black hole that there is no way of climbing back out of.

What I am about to tell you is something I haven’t told my parents about, as my father would constantly go on about it and that is after having a go at me, and my mother, well let’s just say the least said the better, she would be understanding in her little way but that is about it. Grab yourself a cup of tea and sit somewhere cosy as what I am about to tell you will probably appear to be a storm in a teacup.

Yesterday was the first time I went out on my own for a fortnight as I have been ill with a recurring attack of Pancreatitis. I had a lot to do as I wanted to get a good hold on christmas shopping (I have managed to do most of it online). Off I trot to Argos, then Wilkinson, then Homebase and then Tesco.

By the time I reached Tesco, I was tired, flustered and felt like I had a raging fever and did not feel well to say the least. The car park was heaving and I had a choice, either park at the furthest end of the car park and walk or take the one spot at the top, which I foolishly chose, the reason, I was tired and couldn’t face the walk across the car park and then fighting my way around Tesco and then walking back to the car. I won’t be doing this again in a hurry.

The car parking space didn’t appear to be too small for my car, so I reversed in, I then remembered I would need to access the boot to put the shopping in, so drove out and then drove back in. Got out of the car and went and did my shopping.

When I came back out of Tesco (quite a while later) I noticed three or four people standing next to my car and the car next to it. I instantly thought someone had either tried to break in to my car or had successfully done it, so my stomach started doing somersaults.

When I got to the car a lady asked me if the car was mine and I said yes, she then pointed to her wing mirror which was in her hand and said that I had broken it, I immediately said that I hadn’t as I remember seeing the wing mirror when I drove in and it appeared fine. She then took me to the front of my car and pointed to the little rub mark on the side of my bonnet. Somehow I had managed to rub the underside of her wing mirror with my bonnet (would you believe that). I immediately apologised and phoned my hubby as by now I could feel another attack of Pancreatitis begin to start, the usualy pains began and I began to panic. Thankfully one of the lads that worked in Tesco who was a friend of my brother’s came out with the manager and asked if I was ok and began making a joke of it, I could have kissed him, straight away I felt a bit more comfortable about everything.

I have never been so happy as I did when I saw my hubby drive up. He then looked at the mirror and pointed out that no way had a done all the scratches on the wing mirror and pointed out the small scrape mark on the underneath of the mirror. There were some horrific scratches on the wing mirror, one was really deep and had obviously been dragged against a wall (hence the wing mirror was probably damaged before I came along).

My hubby tried to clip the mirror back on, but for some reason the bottom clip would not clip on properly. We came to the conclusion that the mirror wasn’t broken as there was no visible damage to the clips etc and nothing was rattling in the casing so we traipsed off to the nearest garage (which she chose, first big mistake) for them to try and clip it back on. There they were too busy to look at it there and then, and took the mirror off of her and told her to come back in the morning. So off we all went our separate ways, her with my name and number and me with hers.

By this time I was totally falling apart, I was close to tears and was having heart palpitations and I did not feel in control of myself. Somehow I managed to drive home and get the shopping into the house with hubby’s help. This is where I fell apart and had to take myself away from everyone and went to bed, with the words “I need to be ablone for a while” trailing behind me.

About an hour late hubby brought me a cuppa up and I felt a bit better. I managed to make tea and successfully stayed reasonably calm until bedtime when again I totally fell apart again.

This morning I had a phone call from the garage, the mirror was actually broken and it would cost £80 plus VAT and the cost of spraying it which would no doubt amount to nearly £200 (this was my second mistake), the mirror was NOT broken when we left it yesterday, but somehow miraculously it was now!!!!! I immediately gave them hubby’s mobile number and told them to speak to him as I could begin to feel the tears start again. The words which kept ringing round my head was “You should pay the lady before we order the wing mirror and then she will pay us once the job is complete”. (This would have been my mistake number three).

I left it a few minutes then telephoned my hubby. I asked him if the garage had telephoned him and said they had and there was no way he was going to hand any money over to the owner of the car, but he would pay the garage via debit card or cheque (in the garage’s name). He also agreed with me that it is possible to purchase a wing mirror and you just clip the casing on, hence we wouldn’t have to pay to get it sprayed (why should we when she had damaged it mostly herself and there was only one little scrape underneath off of me, it was only about a cm long).

Hubby told me he was going to the garage to sort it out after work and for me NOT to worry and to stop crying as I was being silly.

So, here I am crying my eyes out, wondering why bad things always have to happen to me. Just when something good happens I think I have finally beaten the depression, then “bang” back it is, twice as bad and twice as ugly. I here you all say, phone a friend or a family member and talk it through, but I can’t, non of them know about the depression. I have tried to tell my mother, but her reply is “I am depressed as well”. When I try and discuss it with hubby I get “why are you depressed?” , Sorry darling but if I knew that I would be able to sort it. At the moment I feel like I will be having an emotional breakdown any moment and just want to snuggle under the bed covers and go to sleep until God decides to play fair. I can only take so much bad luck and I think this was the final straw for me.

I have to go back out in the car tomorrow and I really don’t want to. I feel sick at the thought of it, but I guess I will have no option. It will probably not be as bad as I am thinking it will be, and hey I haven’t killed anyone (yet).

I suppose the next step is to go and get something to eat and deal with the dogs and washing and try and avoid crying anymore.

Anyone want to come to a pity party for one.


One Terrible Day Among Many This Year

Today has been a terrible day and just as I thought I was getting on top of my depression, it seems not. Just as I started to build my self-confidence and thinking perhaps my glass IS half full and NOT half empty (thanks Effie) it appears that I was right in the beginning, my glass IS half empty and NOT half full.

At the moment I just want to go and hibernate for the rest of the year as I don’t think I can cope with any more bad things happening or ill health. Just when I thought the Pancreatitis was settling down after resting for the past couple of weeks, after today it has come back and tonight I am in pain again and just want to go to sleep and not wake up until life decides to treat me fairly as surely I have had enough bad luck this year to last anyone a lifetime.

My goal of reaching the 9st by February seems further away than ever and along with it my hopes of IVF and finally having a baby after over ten years of trying. Someone please give me some energy and some good luck for a change.

Sorry if this post is down and dreary, I promise to try and cheer up for next time, I may even tell you all what has dragged me down again and re-started another Pancreatitis attack.

Until then, I am off to bed to try and get some sleep (can’t see me getting much though as my mind is constantly going round in circles).

Night night


Custom Fitting Golf Clubs

Went and got custom fitted for my new Snake Eyes Viper Golf Clubs in my favourite colour (PINK) today, it was good fun. Had loads of laughs to begin with as I am no good at the best of times playing in front of someone let alone a stranger, so the first few hits with my driver were disastrous, but things improved with the irons. My speed a whipping 42mph (really impressive, just glad no one else had their swing speeds tested to burst my little bubble LOL). Then tried out the new clubs which hadn’t really been altered for my mere 4′ 9″ frame and I hit brilliantly, an even more impressive 45mph YIPPEE, faster than you can drive in a built up area.

Things did go downhill slightly when I had to scrape along a piece of slate laid on the concrete, no matter how hard I tried I could not do it, I was just too scared of hitting the concrete and damaging the new club, so we tried on the rubber mat, but nope still couldn’t do it, so we decided to put one of the rubber tees on it and I would aim for that in the hope that I would scrape the slate and would leave a mark on the underside of my club to show where I am hitting. Now is for the disastrous part, I hit the slate alright, but it didn’t scrape, I literally hit it in the air along with the tee, the result was a chip in the new club.

I hear you all gasp, I dare say may have heard my gasp as well at the time. I was so embarassed, the lad was really nice about it and told me not to worry, he had purposefully made a couple of dummy clubs for me to try out and they would never get sold anyway and would only be used as samples. Even so I still feel dreadfully embarassed.

My hubby and I were so impressed with his driving range set up we came home and immediately surfed the internet for a suitable golf net and golf mat and I am pleased to announcee they should be with us in the week, so no more driving for 1/2 an hour to the nearest driving range (maybe it will help improve my dad’s game as well LOL).

It has been a really tiring day, we stopped at my dad’s on the way home to show him the two new dummy clubs which I am getting and he showed me the pics he had taken on my camera for some building work which has to be done (he is a builder), I thought something wasn’t right when I switched on the camera and went to view the first picture and it said “play or pause”, he had only gone and videoed instead of taking pics, so he is off tomorrow to re-take the pics ready for me to print for him. At least I am not the only plonker in my family.

The pic below is one of my beloved Snake Eyes Viper Iron.

Off to watch the latest Pirates of the Caribbean DVD now as I will need to wrap it soon for my dad’s xmas present (I know I shouldn’t really watch it before him, but he will only go and tell me exactly what happens and spoil it for me plus he won’t mind). I will let you know what I think of it tomorrow.

Snake Eyes Viper Iron


Loooonnnngggg day

Today has been a very long day. Firstly I had a lousy nights sleep, then the fitters turned up at 9:30am to finish the doors off, all this to contend with with only 3 hours sleep. At the end of the day they forgot all about my door knocker (this was supposed to have been sorted out 2 weeks ago) and still didn’t adjust the stable door correctly. After traipsing all the way to the main showroom to complain, they said they would send someone straight down to fit the door knocker and adjust the stable door, alas I am still waiting, but fear that it will now be Monday before our long awaited door knocker arrives.

Had some fun knitting some of the squares for the “The Art of Knitting” partwork series, I have nearly completed the 39th square and now have enough to sew them together once I have steamed them (something I hate doing). I know they are only made out of acrylic and are really basic squares but it has been fun as it is just mindless knitting.

Off to get custom fitted for my new golf clubs tomorrow, so will let you know how that goes.

A big thank you to my first blog comment from Pauline {{{{HUGS}}}}. Perhaps I will get my fame at last.


Getting a Spinning Wheel

Well, I have managed to persuade my darling hubby to buy me a spinning wheel for christmas.

It is a Kromski Symphony, and I am really looking forward to it.


I won’t be able to play with it until xmas, but I will try and persuade him to let me play sooner (My reasoning is I have to check that it is okay and not damaged and works properly so that if there is anything wrong we can let the company know straight away).

Have stuck quite well to my diet the past couple of days. Am finding night-time the troublesome time but am coping quite well at the moment.

Hopefully the scales will be in my favour on Sunday.