Whitby....off season

But with another important reason....off to pick up my pirate fairy outfit from Helen....aka TPF....an amazing woman with amazing talent....

After what was a ridiculous 5 hour journey to Hartlepool (stupid engineering), I got to there...A pick up from Stuart and a quick stop at his, oh and a quick stop at Tesco and then some food and we were off to Whitby. This time the moors did not give us horrible fog and rain, but I still grab the seat with some fun kind of roller coaster fear at some points (not due to Stuart's driving!)...

Parked, the walk to Helen's (I worked off about a gazillion calories this weekend)...and we were there...Helen showed me the bits and bobs and we tried them on over my clothes...wow! excited was not the word.

But it was time for drinks!

After kidnapping Emma (sort of, we went, were promised she would come later)...which involved climbing stairs in the dark....we were at the Shambles...lots of giggles, drinks, silliness...Emma and her friend Tim joined...met up briefly with Will, the manager of Shambles, and then off of to Rosie's, where Tom from the Shambles joined us...more laughs, at least three pints spilled (blasphemy!)...and then a walk back to Helen's...for sleep!

Morning came...and after a stop/start beginning....went off to do the photo shoot...Hats off (or should I say tricon?) to Helen. She made this old, very amateur lady/model look good thanks to her photographic and photoshop abilities....(kudos that those who model....lots harder than anyone thinks)

Some lazying about....a brekkie/lunch in town with Stuart and then more idling....I watched kid's movies that made me cry...Kyte was amazingly sweet..and the videos of Stuart playing with him are priceless. 'Oh no!' will be a sound that I will hear in my head for days...

And then it was off to Hartlepool and the train station and I left....Four hours later, I was back home.

Besides the fact I now have one of the most amazing outfits ever, that there are new ideas in the pipeline for more (I need to get a new job!), I am so lucky to have such amazing people in my life. My Hartlepool friends, my Whitby friends, my London friends, my Nottingham friends, my York friends, my Bristol friends, my Belfast friends, my Dublin friends, my various around the UK and Ireland friends....they are the most generous, supportive, loving, caring, sweet, funny, ridiculous, silly people I know...And if offered the £113m from Euro millions....I wouldn't trade.

There are photos up on FB...both the amazing touched up images, and mine from my camera (thanks Stuart for remembering to bring it!)

If you want an outfit that will stop people in their tracks (in a good way), is expertly made, and comes from someone who puts her heart and soul into what she creates - please go to TPF - you can find it on FB, but I can get you in touch...she is a diamond.

And although I want to be selfish...if you want a lovely friend, who makes every moment of pain somehow serene and manageable, is silly and stupid and frustrating....and one of the most intelligent people I know...I'll introduce you to Stuart...

Oh and if you want to play with one of the most adorable almost 3 year olds...I can introduce you to Kyte...he makes me smile now just thinking about him.

Thank you guys....Love you to bits and bobs and beyond.....

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So I got home...as the weather is nice, opened up the door to the balcony and Jolie and Bigsby ran out to enjoy some outside time..I geared up my laptop...I hear my neighbour from upstairs with a friend and her 7 year old son on stairs outside the building. Ignore it...it's a nice night...they should enjoy it too...

Then I hear barking...a kid barking...kind of look up...but although a little startled, the cats are okay...Then Bigsby runs in...and mean RUNS IN!...Look up...Jolie has her back up, her tail is huge....and she is hissing. Jolie has NEVER hissed in her entire life...And then I see a stone hitting the netting..and as I run to the balcony, another one...they are bouncing off, but still WTF!

Got to give her credit, Jolie stood her ground...and kept hissing despite me running out there and screaming 'What the heck are you doing?'

Grab Jolie, bring her inside and go to the stairs...

'Hello? What the heck do you think you are doing?' - this was directed at the mother.
'What?'
'Your son is throwing stones at my cats!'
'Oh the netting is there. They can't get hurt.'
'Are you kidding me? Are you stupid or just a bad parent or both? How can you sit there and allow your son to scare defenseless animals?'
'What are you going to do about it?'
'Well, let's see - first I am going to report you to the management company. Then I may just turn and call social services to tell them that you are allowing your child to act violently to animals. (then turning to the child). Do you know who throws stones at animals? Serial killers when they are young. Evil little children with no sense of right and wrong. If you ever throw another stone at my animals or any other animals, I will make sure you don't have a damn arm to throw it with and that they will come and take your little evil self away.'
'You can't talk like that to my child!'
'I damn well just did. Get off the stairs and take your ignorant self and your evil little child away!'

I stood there and waiting until they went upstairs.

My neighbours across the hall from me had heard the entire thing. (thank god) and said that they would back me up as the evil family is hated by the entire building (especially the nosey couple) and they have been the subject of several tenant meetings. Me thinks it's time to get myself to one of those.

Okay - wrong to threaten the child...but these are MY BABIES, MY KIDS and if you even try to hurt them, even think of hurting them, I will hunt you down and make sure you feel three times the pain....

Bastard mother should have stones thrown at her by her own son and see how she likes it.

Okay - going to have a drink.