The chaotic life of the toad

Striving for a peaceful life


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Safety first!

As conscientious and loving parents we purchased a monstrous but effective metal fireguard when monkeyboy first started crawling. It fits right around the edge of the very hard natural slate hearth. It has meant we have been able to have lovely fires in the wood burner without worrying about little hands getting burned or bumped heads when he was learning to walk. Later it saved a curious puppy from a burnt nose and paws.
However monkeyboy now is old enough to understand that the stove gets hot and Molly Moo is more into snoozing on the sofa. Time to get rid of the enormous fire guard.
The only thing is that monkeyboy likes to slide around on the slippy wooden floors. This means we can’t go completely au naturale as you can guarantee he’ll slip over and bump his head on the corner of the hearth.
I tried looking on pinterest but most of the suggestions involved creating cushion bench seats. This isn’t practical as you wouldn’t be able to use the fire and our hearth is only a couple of inches high. So I’ve had to get creative!

A foray into the garage (involves some precarious climbing and reaching)  revealed some lengths of packing foam.

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Packing foam as demonstrated by my cheeky assistant

Now as you can see its a ‘U’ shape. First job was to trim off one side so it was then a ‘L’ shape. We trimmed to length and doubled at the corners, as this was the main area of concern.

Next we got out my trusty gluegun. Mine is a cold melt which is safer but monkeyboy was sent to play trains with the offcuts to avoid any incidents. I’m enough of a liability on my own!

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Right hand corner glued

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Left hand corner glued

After I had stuck everything into one piece I then worked out how to best use my material odds and ends to cover the rather bright blue. To match in with the lounge colour scheme I used a random bit of leatherette and a couple of bits rather pretty but obscure shaped dark red silk. I figured the leatherette was going to be a bit harder wearing so put that in front of the fire, with the silk to the sides. It was a shame there wasn’t enough leatherette to cover the whole thing but that’s the nature of scraps.

The leatherette was quite easy to gluegun onto the foam. As I went I stuffed some wadding inside.

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Leatherette section completed

The silk was quite as obliging and half way through the spring went in the trigger of my gun. This meant I had to push the glue sticks through by hand.

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The corners were quite awkward

This was made more difficult because of having to go around the corner. So at one point I had to use 2 hands on the gun and somehow gather and stick the material before the glue cooled too much. Needless to say I ended up with glue on my hands, jeans and the floor. Luckily it mostly came off.

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The end result - an attractive fire place safety cushion thing

I’m rather chuffed with the final result. It’s not only better to look at than the metal fireguard, it’s made the room feel a lot bigger without compromising on safety.


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Moving in slow motion baby

Ok so I’ve probably had to watch “Turbo” too many times so you may not get the reference. However today is like walking through treacle.

I probably had too much fun yesterday as we took monkeyboy for a Christmas advent calendar treat to play a game of ten pin bowling. I can only last for one game with my dodgey arms and back with the lightest ball in the whole place but for once I didn’t do too badly.

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Beaten by a 3yr old!

Mr long-suffering was not on form and came last. Monkeyboy beat both of us without any effort and a score of 112!

Unfortunately the side effect is that today I’m just soooo tired. I keep thinking I’ll start a job then 5minutes later I’ll be out of breath and have to sit down for 10 or 20 to recover. Definitely not a domestic goddess today!


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Let those who love us love us….

I’ve decided to stop worrying.
If someone is going to be my friend then they have to accept that I’m human. I make mistakes. I don’t always hear what you say. I always interrupt. I sometimes can’t think of anything to say and stare into space.
I will always love my animals, child and one true love and prossibly in that order. I’m good at making cakes and rubbish with money. I will probably die holding a piece of cheese. Preferably blue a roquefort would be nice.
I will always tell you my opinion and I’m always right……

Many years ago on a fab holiday in Dublin I came across a saying which I think fits the bill.

May those who love us, love us
And those who do not love us, may God turn their hearts
And if God can’t turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles
So I may know them by their limping
😉


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Home sweet home

I’ve been discharged from hospital! Yay!

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Big grins all round!

A bit tired with a lot of tablets, but happy to be home. Not allowed to work for the next 3months possibly longer, so no stress. So going to do some sewing, do some craft with monkey boy, and take molly on some gentle strolls to gradually build up my strength. No more overdoing it and trying to be wonderwoman.

Tonight I’m just looking forward to my own bed.


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Heart failure doesn’t mean what you think.

It’s official, I have heart failure. However as I’m finding out this doesn’t mean my heart is failing.

It’s been a rough couple of days and a steep learning curve. But the kindness and care given to me at the Royal Lancaster Infirmary is beyond description. I don’t know if I will ever truly be able to thank the staff properly, though I’m starting to understand what is going on and where we are heading. I have got to manage my condition a bit. This means watching how much fluid I drink, checking my weight daily and not overdoing the exercise thing. There’s a list of foods to avoid but I try to make everything from scratch anyway. It’s just been hard lately as I’ve been so tired. Hopefully the tiredness has been solved with the medication and now I know I really have to pace myself, it may get easier.

It’s all about balance. Lately there hasn’t been much of that. Maybe this is the time to sit back and assess the situation. Time for a cunning plan.


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Iron Man part 2

So the results came back.

Then there was a frenzy of phone calls.

A few tears, a lot of hugs.

A nice meal out for a treat.

A bag was packed.

And then a slightly scared little girl, trapped inside a 38year old woman’s body, sat in a hospital waiting to be allocated a bed on the coronary care unit.

She wishes her Mum was still around to tell her it’s going to be ok.

The doctors say that her heart isn’t working properly, something called ventricular tachycardia and another called supraventricular tachycardia.

She clings to the words like a liferaft.

There’s something reassuring in the fact that the know what part of the problem is, even if she doesn’t understand it.

They say she’s going to have lots of tests to check for damage to her heart.

They will make a plan.


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Prepping or hoarding?

Had a bit of bad news on the job front and as of today I officially know I will have a job until the end of March 2016. After that point is as clear as mud and the ugly word redundancy rears it’s head mocking us. This is payback from the Tory cabinet for a lifetime of hard graft for less than the national average wage for local government. But I digress and my ranting won’t change the future.

As a result my poverty survival mode has kicked in. I’ve been shopping. We now have enough food in the house to last a couple of months on tasty food and two or three additional months on emergency tinned fish, lentils, soups and rice. Although my long-suffering mans bemused face was a picture when he saw 7kg of brown bread mix on the worktop when he got home. I pointed out it had only cost £2.50 for the bags. He just chuckled to himself and walked out to the shed shaking his head as he walked past the tower of sugar bags by the backdoor.

I think he’s starting to understand that I love a bargain and even more so if it’s food. But I’ve been to the place when you have one meal a day and you drink pints of water in the hope it will stop your belly growling. I was lucky that my boss at the time realised what was happening and started feeding me. I made a promise to myself then that I would never let that happen to me again.

Now I don’t tell you this for your sympathy nor for your praise but more of a warning to always be prepared for the worst case scenario. I’m not a prepper in the “end of the world” sense but I’ve gone from job for life to 6 months if you’re lucky in a couple of weeks. It can happen to anyone. So if I can save a few quid buying in bulk and stretch the money a wee bit further I will even if I may look a bit bonkers with my 7kilos of bread mix.