Well I'm back in lovely england after an amazing week back in Australia with my lovely bf Chris. Well to be fair the week back did involve a funeral but even that was quite nice. Since my gran was 92 the funeral was more of a nice celebration of her very long life and not too sad. The rest of the week was great, spent chilling out at cafe's by the beach, visiting the lovely parks, sailing and a trip to the Pinnacles. Apart from a short spell in the emergency ward for my foot we had a great time. I so didn't want to come back to England. The weather in Oz was really nice for the time of year.

Unfortunately on the day we flew out I got my heel stuck in an escalator at Westminster tube which I then promptly fell down head first folding my foot in half in the process, which tore the ligaments across my big toe. (Luckily for me some bloke actually caught me at the bottom). I didn't think I broke it but after a few days back in oz and the swelling didn't go down, and after accidentally kicking a wall with the same foot, causing further excrutiating pain, a trip to the emergency ward was required. Luckily it turned out I didn't break it but did tear the tendon across my big toe, meaning I had to hobble around on crutches for the last half of the holiday. It's still healing and I'm still hobbling about but its a lot better than it was. But I don't get to wear my high heals for another couple of weeks probably still. Pooh! :(

It's a well known fact that bad new's tends to come in three's. I've had two lots of bad news since Sunday. Sunday morning I was woken with a dreaded phone call telling my that my grandma in Australia had passed away. At 92 and in hospital not being able to breath it wasn't unexpected but still very sad. Especially as two weeks ago I booked a flight to Aus leaving on the 27th when Mum told me that grandma wasn't doing very well and the doctors told her she only had a few months left to live because of the cancer. This obviously dramatically reduced to a few weeks last week. Thankfully I managed to speak to my grandma on the phone for the last time on Saturday, it was very sad as she was struggling so hard to breath. But I managed to tell her I loved her one last time and she struggled but was able to say it back. Now when I get to oz, I'll be going to her funeral instead. Then yesterday I got home from work to find a letter saying that my house that I'm buying has been cancelled. The stupid woman I was buying it off got herself into some kind of financial pickle and is going to rent the house out herself instead of selling it now. So now I have to go through the pain of finding a house to buy again. Totally sucks. Now I'm just waiting to see what the third bad piece of news will be. The only thing I'm looking forward to at the moment is going home to Oz for a week with Chris. Even though I'm going for my grandma's funeral I'm really looking forward to seeing my Mum and Dad and sister and brother again, and my two little puppy dogs.

Well, that's it. I turned 30 on Saturday and now officially start heading towards middle age. aarrrrrggghh!

Friday night I went to Petrus with Chris, my brother Luke and my friend Rowena. It was a really lovely evening in which we all got to dress up and eat really lovely food. It was a really lovely evening.

I had a great burlesque party on Saturday night and I was very surprised that the £400 bar tab lasted till midnight despite there being quite a lot of people knocking it back quite freely. Unfortunatey there was a horrendous amount of food that went to waste but oh well you get that. It was tasty though. I got a fantastic cake. It looked like the top torso of a girl in a corset with boobs and everything. Fantastic. We also had a burlesque dancer for the evening who did a fan dance and a baloon dance. She wasn't as risque as I would have liked. Didn't get her puppies out which was a bit disapointing but she was quite good. I have to say my one of my "presents" from my girlfriend Hazel and Alex was interesting. It involved blindfolding me and then accosting me in the toilet. Not quite what I thought they had planned but a bit of fun none the less. Overall it was a brilliant night and I managed to stay pretty compis mentis for most of the evening.

Had a lazy day on Sunday. Went to the pub with Chris for a pub lunch and then went to see the rellies in the afternoon. Went to bed early sunday evening (like 6pm) and stayed in bed and ate pizza and watched DVD's. it was great!

So all in all had a lovely weekend.

This weekend coming will be different. I'm going house hunting. I'm going up to Bishops Storford to find a couple of houses to buy to let. Nightmare.

Well Christmas and New Year have come and gone once again and I have to say all in all it was a very enjoyable time. Christmas day was spent with my brother and the rest of the family at my uncle and aunts place. They are great fun and the kids got two fantastic Christmas presents. One being a Nintendo Wii which was played non-stop all afternoon by everyone including my 82 year old nan. Most of us played Tennis on it all arvo which was great fun but led to very sore arms and back on Boxing day. You forget your actually doing exercise until it hurts the next day! The second fantastic pressie they got was a cute little labradore puppy. She looks exactly like the andrex toilet tissue puppy. So CUTE! Spent the entire two days molly coddling it. Boxing Day evening went to a friends place also known as Scarlet Pimpernel for dinner. Having a very sore back from playing the Wii he put the TENS machine on my back to sooth my aching muscles. From this following a bottle of champers as well, I somehow ended up naked, tied to the roof beams, copping a severe flogging. At least I got a nice rope harness out of it at the end. :D
Later in the week took my new slave boy out to the pub to actually get acquainted with other people on the fetish scene. I think I may have destroyed my demure Mistress image slightly while trying to eat the middle part out of a Macca's burger with my fingers while drunk on the train home and with big holes in my fishnet tights. Hopefully a short beating (to the slave, NOT ME!)will rectify any problems there! Spent new years in Cheshire with Preacher at Fury's place. Have to say the highlights of the evening were Sean wearing a white paper chemical suit with 'THE STIG' written on the back and thereby automatically making himself the target of the maffball and Preachers hair catching on fire during a game of maffball and having a giggle at all the singy bits on his beard. Oh that and winding up FuzzyDave. Always fun!

I've realised after a 'heated discussion' with my flatmate last night that I must have speech dyslexia. This is a condition where, in my head, I think I'm asking someone a question nicely, such as "can you please turn the lights up?" but comes out of my mouth as "turn the lights up!" and I've got no idea its come out that way, my brain honesltly thinks its said it the first way. The only way I actually realise that its come out the second way is when it's pointed out to me and repeated back to me. Otherwise I have no idea I've said it. I'm not sure if this is a condition I can actually correct myself, similar to dyslexia I'm not realising the speech mistake I'm making until someone points out the error. It's almost like my mouth has decided it can't be bothered to actually pronounce all the words in my brain and cuts half of them out. A bit like foreign movies where they've been voiced over and the dialogue doesn't match the image. So to all who know me, if I do say something to you that sounds bossy and short, don't take it personally, I'm not doing it on purpose, and please point out what I've said, especially if hurtfull, so I can at least apologise.

Preacher and I had a conversation last week where I mocked him about his lack of articulateness in expressing himself. At this point in time he turned around and took the piss out of me for a good 20 minutes telling me what an idiot I was and that articulateness wasn't a real word. He then upon meeting up with other friends recounted the conversation with them and continued to point out how much of a blonde bimbo I was, and that I make words up. Despite me pointing out that it was a real word he refused to listen. So though its now a week later he brought this up AGAIN last night with PurpleStuart in order to mock me once more. Finally having enough of this I looked up the online thesaurus to prove my point and lo and behold there is the word with the definition! http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/articulateness
And do you think the bastard would finally give in and admit I was right? NO! (well after half an hour of sulking on my part he finally did, but Jesus!). Makes me wonder why I put with the boy. Honestly!

Yay! Finally moved into my new house on the weekend with my friend Simone. It lovely actually having a proper house with a backyard and everything (well terraced place anyway). Spent Monday at the 7th layer of hell (also known as Ikea). Christened preachermuaddib in the way of all things Swedish and evil. Now I have proof he is wrong and evil as most people HATE going to Ikea and having to follow that bloody maze, especially the market hall bit where you have to lug all your bloody huge heavy bits of furnture onto trolleys and then try and manouvre them to the check-out. Guess what? The evil bastard actually LIKED the market hall part and thought it was fun. He's just WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG! Good thing he came along tho otherwise would have had no hope of getting all the bloody stuff we had to buy. Bought two huge cupboards with glass fronted doors so they don't seem so big in the room and handy for other things too! ;) So now I've got shedloads of storage space, which is great. So much space that I now have space to buy .................MORE SHOES! Woo Hoo!

Well after a nightmare month I've finally moved out of my apartment and away from my Psycho single white female flatmate. She's so off the wall she tried to rip open my boxes with a knife because a friend who helped me pack accidentally packed a wooden spoon of hers and a cork screw. And even though she still owes me over £600 insisted that I give them back to her that instant. When I refused to rake through a big box of stuff for a fucking wooden spoon she went mental and started ripping them apart with a knife. Luckily Preacher was there to help me pull her off but she did create a mess of my stuff the stupid cow. I swear she is the devil incarnate and completely souless. Anyway I'm away from that bitch now thankgod! The stress is slowly dying down. I swear at some points last week I was so stressed I thought I was going to have a heart attack especially with work being really busy too. I really wouldn't have been able to cope in the last couple of weeks without Preacher and Simone. They've been my rock's in the last 2 weeks and I love them both dearly.

So me and a mate did a life story for New magazine which came out this week about being Dommes on the fetish scene (stop laughing Preacher!) And I have to say tho we did actually do a proper interview for it about 3 months ago, I am quite disturbed at how much of the stuff in the story is taken from when I was rambling on to the journo I met while I was in a club off my tits and not the proper interview. Not to say that any of it isn't true, just that when you say things very drunk your not really thinking about how you say them! I also have to say the timing of it is extremely bad for me. We did the story ages ago when my work new about my extra curricular activies but didn't give a shit but the new work doesn't know and probably wouldn't look so kindly on it. Its a pretty crap mag tho, so hopefully its too low brow for anyone at my work to actually read! *fingers crossed*