Franno’s World and My Week in Instagrams

I thought I’d start a new corner on my bloggage, entitled ‘Franno’s World’. This is basically all the bits about my life that I ramble on about each week, but it has never really had it’s own section and I thought I should probably make one as some people might be interested in what I get up to during the week and others might only come on here for WLB or whatever. So Franno’s World will be kicking off every Monday, with a ‘what I got up to’ post. I’m kind of using this as a bit of therapy to get out what I want to get out, to ramble if something’s bugging me. Just to be there to vent, I guess.

I have also decided to restart my ‘My Week in Pictures’ post, but to make it more interesting, I’ve decided to do ‘My Week in Instagrams’. For those of you who haven’t heard of Instagram, it’s an app for iPhone, which enables you to use filters on your pics, to make them look even more awesome. I loved the app when I first got it and then I kind of forgot about it… But my love of it has rekindled and this, not only encourages me to take more photos, but to edit them and make them more beautiful 🙂 This will also be published every Monday for your viewing pleasure.

For now, I am going to do a joint post with both aspects of my world and my Instagrams. Just because I’m feeling lazy today. Firstly, I’m going to show you my pictures from the last week because, let’s face it, not everyone wants to read about my life, but everyone loves to look at pictures! Although I’ve not been up to much and thus, haven’t taken many pictures, I have taken a few that I’ve instagramed and would like to share with you 🙂

20120210-154459.jpgThe first pic is Ozzy and I napping on the sofa. I have been absolutely exhausted (again, I am blaming my being sick!) and during the week, I have got up for Ozzy, sat on the sofa under a blanket and we’ve both napped for an extra hour and a half. I do love this picture (even with the lack of make up…). I’ve got to get a canvas of Ozzy made up soon to go with our other canvases of our dogs. I’m a bit unsure which pic to use at the moment, and I don’t think it should be this one!!
20120210-154507.jpgNext is how I looked when I went shopping this week. I’m wearing my new ZOMG! lipstick (have you not bought your’s yet? Have a read on what I thought) and I actually quite like how I look in this picture. I never usually like how I look, which is a rarity for me!! I’m also sporting Beauty blush by BareMinerals (with BareMinerals foundation), my black Body Shop eyeliner and Rimmel Day2Night mascara with the Day applicator 🙂


Here is Dave the Kitchen. He’s called Dave the Kitchen because he sells kitchens. You might be thinking, he looks like a nice guy, Franno, but why did you take a picture of him on your phone?! I took a sneaky picture of him in the pub on Wednesday night, because I was in the pub and texting Marie and Marie couldn’t remember who he was. This is him. It’s not even a clear picture, is it?! God’s sake!! And the guy to the right? That’s Murdock. I mentioned him before, I randomly take photos of him too when I’m drunk.


On Thursday evening, we had a light dusting of snow and here’s our garage roof looking really pretty in the snow. I love the pattern and it’s just aesthetically pleasing. Haha.

I do have a few more pictures to put up here, but I have no idea where my iPhone cable is and I’ve been updating this daily to ensure everything’s on there. I’ll just include them all next week 🙂

Now onto what’s been happening with me. If you’re not interested, you can close your browser now! This week has been a bit of a weird and down week in the world of Franno. I can’t put my finger on it, but I’ve been feeling a bit down all week. I’d love to blame the snow as everyone blames the snow for everything, but I can’t figure it out. It might be a continuation from my being sick last week, so I’m trying not to dwell on it too much and trying to keep pretty positive. But it’s not helped that this week has also been pretty sucky.

From my last ramblings post, you would’ve read that Ozzy isn’t allowed to come to work with me anymore and I have missed his presence when I’m in the office on my own (saddo). I have felt incredibly guilty in that my Mum has been kind enough to take Ozzy during the day and look after him whilst I’m not able to, which is hard work when she’s got two uncontrollable boxer dogs as well. Just bleurgh.

On Thursday, I read the news on Facebook that an ex-work colleague had passed away; on Friday, I later discovered that it was in the news. I wasn’t sure what I felt about this, really. I used to work with her quite frequently in swimming lessons when I worked in Plymouth, but I didn’t know her at all too well. I suppose you get a guilty feeling that you didn’t know someone as best as you could have done but my brain is conflicting and reminding me that you can’t get to know everybody you ever meet really, really well. I feel down about it all the same; she was younger than me and it’s all too vague what has happened to her as the details haven’t been divulged on Facebook (and rightly so). She was an intelligent, beautiful, kind and friendly woman, who will be missed by a lot of people and I’m thinking a lot about her friends and family this week.

On Wednesday, I had the day off and went shopping with Marie, which was really lovely. It was good to catch up and eat lunch and shop (haul post coming soon!). On Friday night, I worked and Jay was out, so I stayed in on my own. Boring. On Saturday, Jay promised he’d look after the dog so I could have a lie in. However, Ozzy is sooo sneaky and managed to outwit him and come and nap with me instead. During the day, we didn’t do much and enjoyed just hanging out at home. And on Sunday, back to work and we went to the cinema to watch ‘The Woman In Black’ (review to follow soon, but oh my goodness, did I crap my pants!).
The highlight of my week is shopping on Wednesday alongside my 2lb weight loss. I’m just so thrilled that I’m still losing weight when I’m poorly, as usually when I eat and I’m sick, my body’s like, gimme gimme gimme!! and I end up putting on weight. Bring on next week.On Friday, I did some research into what I was diagnosed with last week and discovered that fatigue is a symptom of what I’m going through. I felt completely drained on Friday during the day, even after I got a couple more hours sleep on Thursday night, so I think I’m going to actually have to start drinking some sort of caffeine, either with Red Bull or Lucozade. BLEURGH!
But that’s what’s happening with me anyways 🙂 Be good and have a good week!

A bit of this, a bit of that…

We had a pretty good weekend last weekend, considering the factors. On Friday, I started my tributes to Dad by wearing his hat that he wore to every Madness concert he went to – and believe me, it was a few as it was starting to become a Christmas time tradition!

On Saturday, we had a really good day. The sun was shining and it felt like we were wandering around the shops on holiday rather than in Covent Garden. The whole environment was buzzing – even more so when we went to the Mexican and drank several (very alcoholic!) Mojitos 🙂

Then it was time to go and see Jersey Boys. I think I was pleasantly surprised at the story and the songs that I didn’t have any idea that they wrote. Now I’m going through a whole Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons music fad. On Sunday, I even made the pub put on my Frankie Valli greatest hits that I’d bought after the show. The downer of Saturday was that the drinks were extremely costly when we were in the theatre – £54 for two rounds of drinks, a box of malteasers and two bottles of water! What on earth!

On Sunday, it was surprisingly happy and joyous. We had ham, egg and chips in the back garden of Mum’s house, because it was so sunny. Then, after the boys took the dogs for an extremely long walk, we went down the pub. I continued my tribute by drinking pear Magners with three ice cubes – not two, not four, but three.

It’s a considerably weird feeling, this whole year. It feels like it happened yesterday, but yet feels like it happened four or five years ago. I’m happy when I think of the memories, but sad with the realisation he’s no longer here. It just seems a whole bunch of contradictions of how I’m feeling. It’s hard to explain because you only ever lose your parents once and so you don’t know how you should feel. *shrugs* I don’t know, but I’m not going to dwell on it too much. I’m feeling how I am and there’s not much else I can do about it, is there?

A lot of people have noticed a change in my personality recently – that I’m a lot happier and relaxed. I think it’s the job. I did love the people in my job in the City, but now I guess I’m doing something I really and truly love and feel passionate about. I met up with some of my London friends on Thursday and had a really nice time, catching up and talking rubbish 🙂 But they’re still talking about Internety things that I don’t get! Ha! I think I’ve mastered the whole “sitting and nodding” thing, whilst zoning out and thinking of girly things like shoes and nail varnish.

I think for me to become truly happy, I have to shed the weight. It still makes me increasingly self conscious and I suppose not as confident as 18 year old me was. So although the diet has been slacking (read: Mexican and ham, egg and chips!), I need to work a whole tonne harder to lose the three stone I have left to lose. And I will do it 🙂

I’m swimming tonight and I’m going to try and swim for a whole hour and a half – half of what I will be swimming a day in August! This whole swimming thing is a gradual process – I wish I could just bust out the 21 miles already! Makes me wish I didn’t give up swimming when I went to uni! Three tiny words. Bring. It. On. 🙂

I also need to budget this month and (probably) for the rest of the year! Last month, I kind of overspent, with buying pretty canvases and fixing my broken car window, and in the upcoming months, I have two new monthly outgoing: payment for my new car (thanks, Mum!) and car insurance, because I no longer live at home, and my brother and I no longer share a car. I figured that I could comfortably live on £100 a week. That’s more than £10 a day! In fact, screw it, I’ll live on £70 a week! I honestly just have to be good and not overspend. At all. Any money out of my £70 weekly budget that isn’t spent gets rolled over to the following week. And of course, any pennies go into our unbreakable money box, until we decide to break it 🙂

This week will be a good one 🙂

Drunk post. Read at own will.

So I’m currently a little very tipsy. I left the pub about half an hour ago, but I feel the need to write this post as I’m feeling a little upset and pissed off at the world. I had a very pleasant evening in the pub, full of banter and vodka which is fab. I returned home to unsuccessfully find the key to my house and answering the question, “why are you getting drunk so often?” to which I replied “are you really unaware it’s been a year since everything?” and then being called unfair. And I am writing this blog to discuss, am I really being unfair?

This week, my car was broken into. The passenger window was smashed, my bag, my sunglasses case and my sat nav stand and cable was taken. Granted, the robber must’ve thought that the bag had the sat nav in, but luckily that was in the glove compartment that he didn’t check, and the bag was full of damp swimming kit. So he pretty much had a fail of a car robbery.

At first, although in shock whilst driving to my Mum’s house, where the car is registered, I was pretty angry. What the hell was this person thinking, breaking into my car, taking my stuff? Then, as I called my Mum, I cried. How could this happen to a pretty respected part (well, outside a private hospital) of my home town? How safe am I? Then, I joked about it. Thank God, I’m getting a car with all the windows, I would say to my cousin. Luckily I’m getting that new car next week, I’d joke to my granddad. Then, I woke up at 4am in the morning, feeling completely violated. Anyone could, if they wanted to, get into my car and take whatever they wanted. What gives them the right to do so? Why aren’t they paying the £202.43 to pay for my new window?

I still feel pretty violated by the whole thing. But the window got fixed and I am £200ish out of pocket. Such as life. Worse things happen. And I have learnt my lesson: hide everything.

So in perspective, what happened this week is nothing compared to what happened last year. In fact, this time last year, I was probably talking to my Mum and Dad about organ donation. My Dad was still around and we had no idea what would happen in a couple of weeks’ time would happen. Through this whole ordeal, it has made me understand how much family means.

I am very lucky to have a family who still speak about Dad and still tell his stories, however I know that this has affected all of us so much. If I’ve had a really bad Dad day, I will have a flashback of the early hours of 10th April 2010 and I won’t sleep (rather like tonight, I guess). My brother will sometimes text me, when he’s drunk, and say how much he misses Dad. My Mum will sit in the car and tell me of how she heard a song and almost heard Dad singing it.

I suppose the worst thing about the year gone is that it has gone so quickly but yet so slowly. It feels like it was almost two minutes ago that it happened, but I have changed so much as a person because of it and there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about Dad. But I am so worried that I am going to forget who my Dad was and the stories that we had. I suppose that’s why I started this blog, really; to write down and remember what I was feeling and the specific memories that stuck out, like the fact that this time last year, he would’ve just come back from Tenerife and be completely chuffed that the bar man out there would spot him and Mum walking towards them and start pouring a Barcardi and bottled coke before they even stepped in there, and that he’d worked so hard to get nine weeks holiday.

Every song that he used to sing, I will always hear in his voice. I just miss having him around. So I don’t think I’m being unfair. Maybe a little selfish but I just miss my Dad so much. In terms of grief, no one can tell you how you feel, because everyone feels differently. Everyone has a different relationship with every other person they know, so there is no way that my Mum or brother could be feeling how I am about missing my Dad. I suppose this blog is my release…

A Catch Up

I know I haven’t kept up to date with this recently. I feel like I have to apologise. I’m sorry, guys. I have been out leafleting to the baby weigh in clinics of Essex, to try and find some more clients for our next term. We’re not doing too badly, actually – we have 100 on our waiting list and people are still calling, so it’s pretty good.

I’m really enjoying life right now. I’m having the best time with my job. Although leafleting is not an amazing job, to see results in more clients is definitely a bonus. For those who know me best, you’ll know I get slightly obsessed with random things like that – I suppose a little bit like my small (but frequent) obsession with blogging. On our computer office manager thingy, it shows you a percentage of utilisation from all the people who have enrolled. I get so excited, watching the numbers go up – it’s quite sad really.

At the moment, we’re 77.9% – and we’ve acquired another pool for our September term!. Thumbs up!

One of my bosses had her baby yesterday, so I think things are about to get busier! That’s another client! 100 101 on our waiting list 🙂

Ooh, I lost again this week, which is some more awesomeness, but I hoped it’d be more as I didn’t go over my points at all last week, so I was a bit disappointed. However, weight is still being lost, so thus I am still awesome. In fact, I’m so awesome, I am currently wearing a T shirt I bought which was too small for me. More thumbs up! We had fish ‘n’ chip shop chips after our weigh-in on Wednesday. Seriously, they should bottle the smell of fish ‘n’ chips for fat fighters like me. I would’ve eaten the whole shop if Sue wasn’t there to guide me out of the door…

I had a really good night in the pub last night. Yes, I got slightly very drunk. Yes, I abused Facebook like I always do. You guys know the deal. But I didn’t call my Nan at stupid o’clock, because it was St. Patrick’s day and I made sure I called her before I went out. I have decided that my family are pretty awesome. The lot of them. It’s a nice realisation. Maybe I’m still drunk.

AND I have my awesome bright red hair back again.

But pros and cons, my friends. Fred, my Tamagotchi (Alfred’s baby if you’re keeping up), ran away from me the other day. I just completely forgot to keep feeding him, because I’ve been so busy and I’ve put him on silent, so he doesn’t beep, so there was no way he could tell me he was hungry. So now we have Carl, who is still in my coat pocket and I haven’t even looked at him this morning… I’m not feeling the Tamagotchi thing so much anymore.

I should have started training for the big swim last night, but hair dye and drink seemed a whole lot more appealing… I have five months to get into shape and swim twenty one miles in seven days. God help me.

Also, it’s a shitty dreary day today and I am nursing a hangover in the office on my own. What I’d give for a McDonald’s breakfast right about now. They should deliver.

I have a busy few weeks coming up as well. Not only is this leafleting malarchy lasting all the way to the 2nd May (I know and we’re only in March!), I have a night out with my Mum and friends next Friday, curry with my friends the Thursday after, clubbing with some of the pub staff on the Friday, Jay’s granddad’s 80th birthday on the Saturday, Mum’s birthday the following Saturday… the list does go on. I suppose it’s better than being bored and doing nothing.

Tonight, it’s Comic Relief – one of my guilty pleasures that I watch every year alongside Children in Need and The Brits – and Jay promised me wine, although the very thought of alcohol is already turning my stomach. So a nice night in, considering we were both out last night and he’s probably feeling as rough as I do right now.

This weekend, Jay and I are going to see our V festival friends (for that is what they should be known as forever, even though Jay grew up with them!), Pete and Vikki. They live a while away from us and last time we saw them, we ended up drunk in a Mexican in Covent Garden. So we’ll be watching the rugby with them in a pub.

And Sunday, we’ll be driving home, via Tesco’s, so I can pick up some fruit and yoghurt to at least pretend I’m being healthy and good this weekend.

Half a stone down :)

HOORAY! Weigh in went really well last night. Although I had lost 6 and a half lbs so far, so I had to get to my half a stone this week, else there’d be hell to pay.

I am now 8lb down. So that’s another 6lb to reach a stone. So obviously, I’m going to do my very best to lose 3lb this week and 3lb the following week and then I’ll be completely awesome.

Obstacles this weekend:

  1. Pub with Mum on Friday – however I have been so good at not drinking in the pub, people are often mistaking me as my sober twin sister, Fern…
  2. Going to London with Jay where we are planning on drinking a lot. However, we are also planning on walking around a fair bit too, so hopefully the good will outweigh the bad and I will be team awesome.

Other news? Well, I’ve been taking better care of my facial skin. This was another of my new year’s resolution, remember? Due to lots of swimming, my skin had become this horrible scaley creature, but to put on lotion before getting in the pool is against the pool plant operators code of pollution. Oh yes, siree. But now I’m not swimming as much and I have time to cleanse, tone and moisturise.

And today, I’m taking my Mum for one of those fabulous fish pedicures. She’s coming to see me at 1pm and we’re going straight there. Hooray!! I’m feeling awesome today.

Psychic Eve. A Review.

I’ve been in two minds about publishing this post. On one hand, the psychic was just for me, it was for my peace of mind and it fulfilled it purpose. On the other hand, I want to record exactly how I’m feeling at this point of time, a reflection on what was said. So I think I’ll outline the basics of my half hour reading with the psychic.

So despite the delay in getting there, which started at 6pm (I got there at 7.30pm because I had to work), I actually had a good time at psychic eve and I will probably do it again in a few years time. I put my name down on the list and waited for my turn. The wait was two hours. Four diet cokes later, I was sitting in front of a lady, surrounded by candles.

My psychic was a lady called Ann Gard. You google her and nothing comes up, which is quite spooky – who doesn’t come up on google?! But the leaflet says she’s been on telly and an internationally renowned psychic, medium and clairvoyant. There were three psychics to choose from and I chose her, because I liked her red tablecloth. And I think she was the better of the three anyway, after comparing other readings from people in the pub that night.

She started by saying “You’ve had a reading before, haven’t you?” I replied, “Erm, no, but good start…” She kept complaining that she was dying for a fag, but was going to have one after she’d read my tarot cards. She put a cassette into a dictophone and pressed record. I doubt I’ll be able to hear anything on my cassette, as it was around 10pm when I was being ‘read’ and people were obviously drunker and louder. Plus, who has a cassette player anyway?

As my other psychic blog post says, I went in with an open mind, but as the time crept closer, I was increasingly hoping that Dad was going to come through.

Anyways! From the beginning. Work was fine, she said I find it challenging at times, but I’m really good at my job. She knew that I trained people (i.e. training parents to teach their babies to swim), but she said if I wanted to change jobs that I will be successful at that too. Hooray on the work front.

Relationships. She knew I was with someone, a Leo. She said I could marry him if I want to, and it’ll be in three or four years and she saw me having children. She said he was honest, and there’s nothing really negative about him (cue: Jay’s head inflating…). She said that my Mum likes him, and that he wrote a diary, that I might be interested in. I am yet to find out about said diary.

Financial. She said that with my savings, I will buy a house this year and I will probably buy it together with Jay.

Other. She saw a lot of travel this year (Dubai, Rome and Plymouth so far), particularly Ireland (where we have discussed travelling to for my Uncle’s 50th on Monday, so there’s no way that anyone could possibly know that!) and maybe Australia (my Australian family might be coming over at Christmas). She said there are three main events this year: a wedding, a flat warming and a birthday party. She said I have to socialise more and not necessarily always with Jay and she said that August will be my best month. Well, duh – V Festival! She even knew that I blogged and said that people enjoy what I write!

She asked me if I had any concerns over anyone in particular. I said my Mum and my brother. So she started with my Mum. Bear in mind, this is the first time that she’d mentioned my Dad at this point… and she said that Dad is always around Mum and she knows it. She then flickered to something else and said, “I see red hair”. The pub is quite dark, so I pointed out that I had red hair at the moment. She turned to me and said “He really likes your hair”. This is weird, because he always hated my hair. With passion. Psychic then went on to say she could see a money box and Dad saying “save what you earn”. Sounds like Dad 🙂

So then, she moved onto my brother. Well, well, well. She said my brother was a huge flirt. Yes. And a womaniser. Probs. I won’t tell you what she said about his future in case he reads it and tries to alter it. But let’s just say it’s pretty good.

Honestly, I can understand how some of it might be coincidental. I really do. But. Some of the things that she said really couldn’t be guessed. For example, my blogging. I doubt anyone in the pub reads, or even knows, I blog as a hobby. She hardly looked at me, as I speculated that I may give too much away. She looked mostly at the cards, analysing what they say. It was extremely interesting and it has fed my fascination even more so.

I wonder how you realise you’re psychic? Do you hear voices? Apparently, you inherit tarot cards. “They choose you”. But what if you have no interest  in psychic stuff and you inherit these cards? My psychic said that she ‘sees’ things. She could ‘see’ my Mum, looking at a silhouette of my Dad through a window. I don’t know. I’m just even more intrigued with it now! And I’ll probably use the same lady again in a couple of years. I’ll just make sure she has a fag break first.

Psychic Eve

On Thursday, there is a psychic evening in the pub. I’m quite excited about it, to be completely honest. I have always had some sort of interest in spiritualism, be it teenage horoscopes or believing in guardian angels, so I’m going in with a completely open mind. And I’ve never had my fortune told, so it’d be quite interesting what the psychic has to say.

This woman – I assume she’s a woman, why is that? – does tarot card readings, crystal ball readings and palm readings. I like to call them the ‘basics’ – they’re the ones you see in films with gypsy ladies, revealing some sort of horrible future to the hero. But this psychic even does clairvoyance. I’m particularly frightened about clairvoyance, but slightly intrigued.

When an old school friend died in a freak car accident, four or five years ago now, Mum bought me a book on angels. It was a collection of true stories about feeling a presence from a loved one after their passing. I found it extremely comforting and have believed in angels ever since. I like the idea of someone or something looking out for me and protecting my every move and actually, I believe that my friend appeared to me in a dream once. His Mum went to see a clairvoyant and he was actually in the room – would you call it ‘coming through’ the clairvoyant? – passing on messages of comfort to his Mum and her friends. Apparently, it was really powerful stuff and things that only his Mum would know.

I’m frightened because now my Dad has died. I know he didn’t believe in this sort of stuff – it was more Mum and I who were studying about angels and the afterlife. But what if he did actually come through? What would he say? And it’s at the pub with all the locals he used to know, so what would he say to them? I know it’s probably guess work, but my Dad had a bit of an unusual name and weird sayings. But don’t we all?

I don’t know – I’m very keen on getting my fortune read and everything else. I’m not 100% sure if doing the clairvoyant thing is such a good idea. We’ll see, I might actually brave up by then!