What was the question?
Well it seems I spoke too soon. Those nice helpful people at Vodafone don't appear to know what they are talking about. I have spoken to many of them this week, so many that there has been no blogging time! They all say something different. At least two of them have promised personally to get my phone email up and working, but apparently that can't be done, because I have to set up an account online and that can't be done either because the online system has been knackered for days and they show no signs of fixing it! I despair!!
And what is more I have just noticed that my lovely photo of my warm and inviting and cosy lounge has been blighted by John's foot!
And I have to go back to work tomorrow after 7 weeks off and I just know that I will have 7 weeks of work to catch up with. I may never blog again.............................
Or I might
We have lift off! I spoke to some very nice and helpful people at Vodaphone and it is sorted. However I do have some complaints; it seems that the reason my mms and email wouldn't work was because I had put my old SIM card in (this is what the sales person told me to do), my old SIM card however won't work with a G3 phone, but it seems that sales people do not even receive such basic technical information! So I fought with my phone to remove the back (stupidly hard to do and resulted in me scratching the back!) and replace the old SIM with the new one. But what they hadn't told me was that the new one would need to be activated - so then nothing worked!!!! Anyway as I said it is all sorted now and there is no stopping me now.
As an aside, I am not on the whole a grammatical fanatic but certain things do annoy me; the main one being when people put words in inverted commas to indicate they are using the word skeptically or self consciously. Either use a word and mean it or don't - it's not "big" or "clever" or "funny". Having said all that, I fear I am guilty of the grievous crime of over using the exclaimation mark!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is my new phone and I love it except that I cannot get the MMS or the email to work and the Vodaphone site is not being helpful to me!! But I will overcome and I will be using it to blog on the move, if it kills me!!
Ahhh! Told you I was a child bride!! Twenty Seven Years (count them) yesterday.
Threeson - the most eligible bachelor in the whole of North Kent!!
So that's us - Dadhead, Mothership and all seven Childers (Offspring plus WHaG) - Oneson (also known as Tobiwan, Tobes, Toblerone etc etc, was known as Bunny Oneson for the 1st year or so of his life), Eleanor (The W, also known as El, Elbs and Elbell), Daughter (also known as Cael - pronounced Kyle - CaelEm, but mostly - for reasons unknown other than the vagaries of the mothership's mind - Pod), Ollie (the H, also known - although I'm not sure he knows this or would approve - Olliphant and I think the sons may call him Butch, oh and Oliver of course, but that is usually Oliver!! Unless being used by his parents), Twoson (also known as Az, Azman and AranTom - was known in early life as Baboo and subsequently Tonka due to his penchant for running into walls and just backing up and changing direction), Carla (the G, hasn't really got a nickname yet - at least not one that we know about, must do something about that!) and Threeson (also known as Joelyboy, was known in early life as Fred and then as Jo Jo, which I still like very much but for some reason he hates, can't think why - hope he is still talking to me, I hope they all are)
I think that may be enough blogging for today, probably enough blogging for many days..........
Sorry I was rudely interupted by my dentist (actually that's not true - my dentist isn't at all rude - in fact she is brilliant even if my face is so numb that I fear I will be talking like Donald Duck for a week)
This was taken moments after I first qualified for the monicker of Mothership!
The Childers have called me many things over the years, most of which I know about and some of which are publishable on the internets. As in most cases I began as Mummy and as each succesive Childer approached puberty I transmogrified into Mum, (it was probably around this time that the unpublishable names would have started to be muttered under the breath or behing closed doors!). Oneson tried my christian name out for a while around age 3 or 4, but soon got bored with it. Threeson called me Moth for a while which I always quite liked and collectively we (Dadhead and I) are often known as The Rents. Of course in extremis (rage/exasperation/humiliation etc) I become Mother!
It was Oneson who coined the Mothership and when asked whether the context in which he was using the name was as in an alien craft, or as in your worship or lordship, without even the merest hesitation he replied, "no it is as in as big as a ship". The cruelty and pain one endures - giving birth pales into insignificance.................
Possible revenge is only tempered by the likelyhood that Oneson is more than capable of hacking my humble blog and wreaking havoc. Oh and of course by maternal and christian love and forgiveness
