The Corner House

What have I been doing of late, apart from obsessing about Trisha?
Well, tell you one thing, my housekeeping skills have always been much maligned. I actually like a tidy, clean house just sometimes I get too busy to keep it up. But, of late, more time to self, so I've been cleaning windows and washing curtains. Bonnie doesn't charge me much rent, plus I've completely taken over her cellar (and the rest of the gaff) with my junk therefore it only seems fair to make a bit of an effort.
She's still in Durham. Yes, he seems to have grown on her.
Mind you, what thanks will I get? Bonnie and the Wean talked an awful lot about housework but to be honest I never saw either of them do that much. Bonnie spends most of her time in bed but now and again she'll get up and start talking about 'gutting'. All I will hear for hours is how 'this hoose needs gutting' and accusing looks will be thrown my way. A bucket of water will appear in the kitchen, a lot of sighing and commotion, something that isn't normally cleaned will be cleaned then coffee and cakes will come out and normal service will be resumed.
Now my approach is more, a little and often. A sort of daily lick and promise and keep the rough off and as long as it's middling attitude. Of course, she'll come back (eventually), dishes will appear everywhere, sofa throws dishevelled, piles of clothes in heaps, you get the picture and we'll live like this for a bit until I get the accusing looks like it's my fault and 'gutting' is once again mentioned.
Job going fine, I think. Would say that 'Mystic Mo' is definately improving.
This week's embarrassing moment? The cheque that I gave Helen for a wedding present bounced. Oh shit, I will have to get on the phone to her which is difficult as I only have her e-mail address. Oh bugger and sod banks. They are constantly charging me charges.
To end on a more upbeat note. Watched 'Twelfth Night' last night. Fabulous, a rare treat. Shakespeare and Corrie, life is good when you have a telly.

What exciting thing happened yesterday apart from my walk to the library.
A phone engineer turned up, that's what. Out of the blue, to fix my new phone line.
I ordered it a couple of weeks ago to Bonnie's dismay.
"There's so many phone lines coming into this house, you'll never find it, it's a waste of money, BT don't send out engineers anymore etc...."
Truth to tell, I couldn't find it and gave it up as a bad job.
But, really, it's not the best thing using the house number for my business. People are told not to ring it (bad in itself) but, of course they still do. Ian revels in it.
"Yes, Mo, I know I shouldn't ring you when your on the Sex Lines(?!) but is my Mum in.....?"
One night last week, he rang again - or so I thought.
A slightly false posh voice
"Can I have a reading please? My name's Ian...."
"Oh, Ian, bugger off and stop taking the piss; I've told you not to ring on this number....."
Yes, it turned out to be a genuine client.
So, delighted, I was when (flirtatious?) BT man turned up and sussed it out and got it working. In my own room where I wanted it too. Fabulous.
Keep trying to ring Bonnie on it to gloat but she's not answering her mobile.
Love's young dream, up there in Durham

Trisha Goddard

"Trisha Goddard is well known as the presenter of her own chat show, Trisha. She is also the agony aunt for TV Quick and writes a weekly column for the Eastern Daily Press Magazine. The subject matter covered by the show and her columns has inspired Trisha to write The Family Survival Guide, dealing with all the challenges, choices and changes that are faced within the family. The book is based upon years of experience in the field.

Trisha was the first black presenter on Australian TV and for ten years was a mental health advisor for the Australian government. She is currently a supporter of the charity MINS and patron for Home Start in Norwich, which, in conjunction with Social Services, assists with parenting skills and aims to prevent family breakup."

Quote from somewhere.

I wanted to include a picture but don't know how to.

Am I failure? Well, probably.

This obsession with Tricia annoys Bonnie.

Reason for it? I don't watch Trisha, well, didn't, Ern was the one for daytime TV. But then I read a bit of her life-story, how she'd once worked for Gulf Air and I thought, hang on, I know her.....

Not exactly know but I'm sure we used to work for the same firm. Years ago, I had a summer job as a 'Purserette' for Seaspeed Hovercraft. It was one of my usual working-life disasters; I was always hopeless at jobs. The other girls were so confident, not friendly and frightened me. I ended up going out with some bloke who worked there, another mistake, oh God, I was such a mess back then. Really didn't have any confidence whatsoever....

The next summer, I'd left (well, be truthful, wasn't asked back) and my (still) boyfriend kept on about their first black purserette, a girl called Trisha and what a hoot she was with loads of personality.

Fast forward, a couple of years. Still in touch with (now-ex) boyfriend, I re-visit this place and meet the famed Trisha.
She was very pretty also friendly and nice. Best friends with another girl there and they were very involved in Am-Dram. I had just started acting by then which was an amazing thing for me and was actually starting to get slightly confident but I can recall staying incredibly quiet when a conversation about noses started up. Two beautiful girls moaning about their perfect ones in front of me, who was born with a proper disastrous conk! Trisha, at the time, had a handsome-enough but rather insignificant boyfriend and was preparing to start a new job with Gulf Air.

"Trisha will get on great. She'll make instant friends, she's that sort of person." her best friend said.

"Don't some people have amazing lives", said me. Oh my prophetic soul.

Trisha's best friend said that I was lucky too because I was soon to start a new job in Germany.

But I didn't end up being Trisha. I'm sure it's the same one.

What is really worse, she looks so fabulous and how did she stay so slim?

I really have to go on a diet.

Thanx, MM
1. a movie that made you laugh: Trading Places
2. a book that made you cry: The one by John Diamond - Because Cowards get Cancer too or something.
3. a best friend: Well, I have a few of them....
4. a favorite childhood memory: My Dad buying me a hot dog (with onions, yeuk, I was only four).
5. your favorite animal: Horse.
6. your favorite food: Fish and Chips.
7. an item of clothing you can't do without: I rather like sensible bras.
8. something you collect: Tea pots - well, I intend to eventually.
9. your favorite store to shop in: Nauticalia (I think it's called. Ships things in it).
10. your favorite flower: Sweet Pea.

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Haven't been posting because laptop not working again. I don't know. I unplugged it to plug in the iron because I decided to use my time constructively while I'm logged on waiting for people to ring me for a tarot reading. (I can iron and study a Tarot card simultaneously). For some bizarre reason the laptop hasn't worked since.
So I decided to pay my public library fines so I can use their computers again. Paid by cheque. (Yes, that much). It may bounce. Found a good book on how to develop your psychic powers. I love libraries.
Bonnie still in Durham. Am keeping myself amused. Have become a big fan of Sky TV. I know, sad. But it seems to be constantly showing re-runs of Corrie which suits me because I often miss them at the scheduled time because I'm working.
And have to admit, I've become a very big fan of 'Psychic Interactive'. For years, I've had a vague idea that if I never made it as an actress/comedian I could be some sort of celebrity psychic a la Doris Stokes.....
I wonder how you get to be on 'Psychic Interactive'?
Layla thinks they're rubbish as do the 'Daily Mail'. There was some sort of expose on them, saw it on 't'Interweb'.
One thing I do know is - as long as there's folk, there's 'fortune tellers'. My clients come from all walks of life, very much across the board.
Occupational hazard - somehow managed to drop my crystal ball on my foot last Sunday. My foot's still sore and it didn't do the crystal ball any good either. It's now got a couple of small chips on it which has upset me and I'm sure isn't the best of omens. Still, the Germans believe breaking something brings good luck.
Cleaned Bonnie's dining-room windows. She insists on having nets which I hate. Apart from anything else it makes for more work having to wash and iron the blinking things.
My life is so exciting. Not. But I have started horse-riding again and must ring up for this week's lesson.
Saw a poster in the Library for an'Over-55's' club. It mentioned tea, gentle exercise and bingo.
Whaddy think?

Bonnie saw Ian, decided he was 'alright' and went up to Durham after all.
So am here on ownsome. Have decided against leaflet distribuing job. Partly 'cos of the weather. I mean, who wants to be trecking around in rain.
Besides, I'm supposed to be writing. Am really going to carve out some hours for it. I don't start work till 5, shouldn't be that difficult.
Life ok really. This is sort of thing I wanted when I was slaving away all those years at the Press. Time to write, audition etc. Keep looking at local houses and their prices. I suspect I'm a bit fussy re houses. I like them slightly quirky. Hackney House fitted this ideal, it wasn't the usual upstairs and downstairs set-up. Talking of which, letter from mortgage company telling me the interest rate has gone up yet again.
Selling it and being mortgage-free would be the stressfree option, I suppose. But signed up to rent it for another two years.

How come all kitty wants to do is walk across laptop?
Bonnie was all set to go to Durham but had a last minute phone call from Ian. He is back in hospital as his cheekbone isn't setting properly. Oh dear, not good so Bonnie has cancelled Durham and has gone to hospital to see him.
I have applied for a job distributing leaflets. In two minds whether to do it or not. It pays rubbish but the exercise might do me good. Dunno.
Layla rang. She has been offerred a job on some top psychic line. Not my one, some other one. They gave her a test over the phone and she did very well so now she is thinking about giving up her day job as a PA and doing full-time phone readings. I think Layla is incredibly psychic and should go for it but Bonnie just scoffs. She says I should ring up this line and try working for them (Layla has been told that they are very busy and she can earn over £100 a night). I think I'm alright where I am; they didn't test me which is good 'cos I don't have such great faith in my psychic powers.
Off now to supermarket to buy cat litter.

For whatever reason, I haven't been blogging much of late. Dunno why. Also, have not been writing either. Like, zilch. It stopped when I was doing all that frantic job-hunting and I can't seem to get started again. Today, perhaps.
Not a lot happening. Well, not to me but poor Ian got beaten up, badly, just over a week ago. Bonnie came back from Durham. Could have been worse but he had to have an operation to put his cheekbone back into place.
I think Manchester's a dangerous place which makes Bonnie laugh because I used to live in Hackney. She thinks all cities are risky and life is too for young men.
Maybe Ian and Gabriella will go to her family in Canada but who knows?
Farmer's Lad came round last night. A platonic visit and the dog was delighted to see him and even the cat came and had a look.
Watched 'Little Miss Sunshine' and ate loads of chocolate.

Haven't been posting lately. Partly 'cos laptop got moved into spare room and not plugged in correctly which always confuses me. Seems to be ok now.
Bonnie gone off to see her man in Durham. She took the dog so it's just me and the cat. Who is adorable but can scratch at times. I think it happens because she's either in play mode or losing her balance. I have to keep her out of the room when I'm doing my Tarot readings because she can't bear me to be paying attention to something besides her and claws at my knees while I'm doing my utmost to connect to the spirit world.
I think my readings are going ok although I do wonder how accurate they are. One woman rang me up; she was a bit confused because I'd previously said it would work out with her man but seems it hasn't.
Oh dear!
Well, I honestly thought it would at the time.
Bonnie being away means I get to watch 'Psychic Interactive' on Sky TV. She won't let me watch it when she's here on account of what she thinks it's cobblers.
Naturally, I couldn't resist a little call to them - just to check out the competition. Was on for about 3 minutes asking how I could become more psychic. Was told to meditate and this information cost me about a tenner from my mobile. Bonnie's right, it's cobblers so I switched the telly off and phoned Lemonie instead. Turns out she is also on her own looking after the dogs while her hubby, daughter and grand-kids are caravanning in Norfolk.
She went into absolute hysterics when I told her my Tarot introduction - "..... and I specialize particularly in relationship readings."
Sounds of choking and spluttering coming over the pbone.
"How can you possibly specialize in relationship readings? You haven't got a relationship. You haven't had a relationship for years. You've never, ever had a relationship that worked. Specialise in relationships - what a con."
Well, thanx Lemon, who needs enemies.
Just 'cos I don't do the practice, doesn't mean I don't know the theory.