Listen to many, speak to a few!! PART 1

My goodness I can't believe its been 17 days since my last blog, and as stated in my last blog hmmmm we have NO idea of the concept of time any more as I thought I hadn't blogged in all of a few days. So where to start without boring the very pants off you??????????????????????????????

Backwards would possibly be the best way think of this blog as a Benjamin Button film, 17 days backwards. So i'm writing this sitting in the conservatory with the rain pouring off the roof. I have 3 HUGE loads of washing to do but NO dryer and if it doesn't stop raining soon when we go away on Monday we'll all be naked. Hubby refused point blank to take them to the launderette when we were in London yesterday (still have no idea where one might be around here or if there would be one???). We arrived back after being away for the past 8 days, 2 days in London and 6 away at Camber Sands (possibly wouldn't recommend to anyone lol).

So as I say we arrived back last night at 10pm after setting off at 11am. Long journey oh yes!!!!!! Brakes went in the car and so we were forced to stay on the motorways (despite awful traffic) just so that we wouldn't need to use the brakes so much (hadn't obviously counted on the traffic). Managed to make it to drop oldest son off to his home (he has 6 days of CBB to catch up on as our holiday area didn't have channel 5 yet, ooooppps!!!) and £260 down the brakes were fixed. Both brake pads and discs needed replacing, oooops again :( my bad :(.

Holiday however (despite expected arguments between the boys and the obvious lack of CBB for oldest son) went really well. Caravan itself was littered with dog hairs everywhere and when you have a 9 month old that is crawling around on the floor or the more impressive walking for a few steps then thumping down with a bang head first onto the floor its not such a great thing. Starting to worry about the dog we've adopted now (later!!! lol). So after numerous visits to the reception about cleaning our caravan (properly) we came back from the beach to a (almost) beautifully clean caravn with (this is fab) a tablecloth on our table (bless). 
Personally I love caravan holidays and have been on them all my life since I was a little girl (yes a very long time now) and although I do (normally won't admit though) miss going abroad for a proper holiday, finances haven't allowed it for a very long time and unless we win the lottery I can't see it happening for a very long time. Last time was for my sisters wedding in Antigua (see we didn't even pay) and she recently announced that she was planning to do something for her 10th wedding anniversary hmmm!!!! That long ago, although we have had small breaks abroad such as our honeymoon in Paris before we got married last year that was 5 days (lol).

The area we went to Camber sands pretty deserted really but you could get to the beach, had a club and swimming pool (and yes I EVEN went swimming TWICE) and the most expensive small store possibly in the world (we found Tesco's 7 miles away).

Mostly stayed on the site but ventured off a couple of times after deciding that our choice of beach, swimming or staying in bed was wearing thin. After driving to the Tescos on the second day we'd come across Dungeness (and the name was driving me mad as I felt like there was something I should know about it) we did this on our last day. HMMMM!!!!



Description from a visitor after visiting the area (couldn't put it better) other than a suggestion from hubby that it felt like we were in an episode of the X files.

Dungeness, If, as some people argue, the world is actually flat, then I’d like to nominateDungeness as one of the ends of the earth. It certainly feels remote and strange enough for maps of the area to tell you that in the sea beyond the coast “Here be monsters”.

Dungeness is at the end of a mile and a half shingle promontory, between New Romney, Lydd and Camber on Romney Marsh in Kent. Aside from a collection of seemingly random huts and shacks, it has two nuclear power stations (once upon a time you could visit them, but in these days of tight security, that was thought to be a bad idea), two lighthouses (one defunct), is the terminus of the miniature Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Railway (of which more soon), some fishing boats moored on the shore, and a collection of flora and fauna unique to its shingle landscape.

Apart from this though, there really is almost “nothing to see” at Dungeness. There is a unique atmosphere, its almost as if the area is disguised as. This is just another example of Dungeness’s strangeness. It’s almost like the place doesn’t want to be categorised. A nature reserve with a nuclear power station attached; a chapel that wasn’t and now is; a beach you can’t swim off. That’s probably why I love it.

I'm probably not in the same category of I love it, in fact possibly wouldn't choose to go back but it is SO eerie it draws you in. We started walking past all the beach huts (or should I say actual houses) but look like beach huts and then saw a small puff of smoke coming in from the desert (seriously a shingle desert would describe this place perfectly) and the train puffed into the tiny station. We ran back like fools giddy with the excitement that there would be something to do there (must be kind you can also go up the lighthouse) get to the station master who is dealing with a customer in front of us (please hurry we might miss the train) 2 adults and 2 children return £39.50. Now I don't often swear WTF??????? We would have 3 adults and 2 children and our holiday (due once again to finances) is on a tight budget. We slowly walk out with our heads down and walk back on the deolute road back to the pathway to the beach. There is beach all the way along BUT most the areas say DO NOT ENTER see????? really really weird place.

After having our picnic on the beach, no dipping your toes in here the waves seriously lash at you and you can see 1 foot in and it turns amazingly deep. Apparently even the strongest swimmers can't swim in these shores. We drive out of the no zone area and into the RSPBA and the kids LOVED the 3 mile walk I made them do around the bird and wildlife sanctuary. Its one of those walks though where even if you change your mind about completely the route you'd still have just as far to all back. At least they got some fresh air aside from having to listen to the "are we nearly there, where are the birds, i'm tired, i need to sit for a while, can you carry me" etc etc. EVEN I was shattered by the end of the walk but the boys were happy at the end when they received their certificate for spotting the birds (that mostly they didn't).

Ah well the joys of day trips outs (lol).

One day we also ventured into RYE which was just 3 miles out from the holiday camp, now that is a very pretty place but for such a pretty place the pavements are tiny and traffic still goes through at a pace. Boys developed an extraordinary (but not X files)  interest in antiques and curiosity shops (and trust me we probably counted almost 20 of them, including retro shops with nothing but 60's stuff in it).


Back at the holiday camp I seem to have developed an extraordinary (seems to be my favorite writing word now) addiction to red berrie and lime cider mmmmmmm its gorgeous and at £4.95 a bottle (in the club) its needs to be. Hubby took to smuggling in his beer and glass to save on costs just so that I could have my precious drink. that's LOVE!!!!

Watched a few shows, the under 12's talent show was particularly good especially the two children at the end one 8 year old girl singing an Adele song and an 8 year old boy who was singing (can't for the life of me remember but it had a rap part in the middle) and he won. The next night we were too late for the talent show as the boys were all huffy and puffy about whether they wanted to go. And the final night before we left was the over 18's talent, ONE man singing Elvis (now I love Elvis but had no idea of the song) so he sang then came back out to win, now thats talent!!!!

Part 2 of blog, pre holiday on way, just need to make another cuppa first.

TTFN!!!!

The girl with the purple hair!!!

Post riots and my family are all here and all happy, hmmm maybe not so much. The arguments are now larger as the older two have larger voices and my daughter arrived with shocking purple hair (thats what happens when the grandparents have no control pmsl) I'm sure that will go down a treat with my neighbours for which we are still waiting for a smile or brief hello from lol!!  The farmer was just driving past with his tractor a minute ago and my daughter was outside the front with milk monster trying to settle him whilst I do the important job of writing my blog. and no word of a lie he nearly drove into our hedge lol!!!

I had a look on google for a comical picture of a girl with purple hair and I discovered it was stated in chapter one of a Harry Potter book and this video came up (not so good but the girl actually does look like my daughter lol)

I wonder if thats what she does in her spare time now??????????????????////

Well we have settled into this carefree life with ease, we don't wake before 9 (bit of a problem tomorrow as I have an avon rep coming round at 9 to sign me up for my area lol), don't get dressed before 11 ok 12 and don't actually even know what the days are anymore. This will all end when the kids go back to school and we go back to work, but we can enjoy the good life whilst we can.

We were expecting the sky man to install our tv today between 12 -5 (see we had a reason to get dressed) but alas at 8.05pm as I write this he hadn't come but he did phone at 7.30 to say he can try and get to us Friday morning between 8-1 (double drat, 2 mornings having to wake early).

Hubby has been picking all the plums in the front garden and as we have so many he started trawling through the internet looking for plum jam recipes. Plan for him tomorrow to buy millions of bags of sugar to make his jam, when saying we haven't got any jars to store it in he said we have a few baby jars, bless him :).

We made some cup cakes today, soooooooooooooo not at the level of my sister yet but trying ;P.

and no they're not mine lol!!!!

Oh and back to the previous subject of hubby, he is at football training as I write but still moaning about his war wounds from his match on Sunday (and yes will load pictures as soon as I can). He got kicked in the cough cough and has stud marks at the top of his nether regions. Massive bruise on top part of thigh, he did make me take photographic evidence.



Oooops hubby back now, movie and wine time :)

TTFN!!!!

Speechless!!!

Today as the 4th day of the riots in London hit I have no words to say, no witty sayings, no funny cartoons, no anecdotes on country life just utter contempt for the mindless cowards that are tearing England apart!!

I pray that my mum and dad will be safe but they are old school and from the war era, my dad keeps saying we have to still live if I want to go into Uxbridge and walk my 6000 steps then I will :(. The violence has stemmed from an act that is still to be fully vocalized about with the shooting of a dad of 4 in London.

However his family have condemned the violence, but how is looting, or attacking innocent bystanders, or neighbourhood businesses voicing anything but that you are a cowardly yob who has always believed that you are entitled to anything you want and therefore WILL take anything you want. There is NO respect for police, parents, elders.

A person has videoed the attack of a young Malaysian student in the wrong place at the wrong time, he was badly beaten and then when it looks as if someone was helping him up, instead they go through his bag and take things from him. With that video footage I hope you're all brought to justice. He is currently in hospital undergoing surgery to his broken jaw.

Reports are in this violence has spread to Bristol, Manchester, Liverpool, Nottingham etc etc WHY????

Hubby has gone down to collect my older two children from Hillingdon to keep them safe, my older son in particular as he lives above shops and being Autistic if a situation happened he might not know what he should do and staffing levels are really low there. So they are all on the road back now as I write and as soon as they are safe with breath slightly easier.

But my parents and my wonderful friends and everyone innocently caught up in this mindless act of thuggery, i'm thinking of you and I pray that you and your families stay safe.

Hopefully this nightmare will all be over soon :(

'Once you get to know Norfolk, there is no better place to live.' John Timpson

Its raining :( well actually its pouring, so i've decided to not get out of bed today, watch a million episodes of 24 with hubby and eat ice-cream. Some days you have no choice but to have lazy days and today is one of them :).

So i'll have nothing to say other than "You have no idea how far I'm willing to go to acquire your cooperation." & "You probably don't think that I can force this towel down your throat. But trust me, I can. All the way. Except I'd hold onto this one little bit at the end. When your stomach starts to digest it, I pull it out. Taking your stomach lining with it. For most people it would take about a week to die. It's very painful." & "The only reason you're still conscious is because I don't want to carry you." 


Jack Bauer - hero (lol) trust me once we've had a marathon session of 24 i'll be worst than this (lol)

So instead of listening to me rattle on (some more) this blog is all things Norfolk!!!!

Norfolk Place Names .....and how to pronounce them.
Acle	Earcull
Alby	Orlby
Aylsham	Elsham
Bawdeswell	Bordswell
Belaugh	Beeler or Beloe
Blakeney	Blakeknee
Blofield	Bloofield
Buckenham	Bucknum
Claxton	Claxtun
Cley	Clay or Cly
Colney	Coney
Coltishall	Coltshull
Costessey	Cossey
Cromer	Croomer
Dereham	Deerum
Fakenham	Fearknum
Field Dalling	Field Dorlin'
Fleggburgh	Fleggburrer
Forncett	Fonsett
Happisburgh	Hazeburrer
Hardingham	Hardnum
Hautbois	Hobbis (Great or Little)
Heydon	Haydun
Hindolveston	Hildosten or Hindol
Hindringham	Hindrenum
Hockering	Hock'ring
Holme Hale	Hoom Hale
Honingham	Hunningum
Hoveton	Hofton
Hunstanton	Hunstan
Hunworth	Hunny
Ingoldisthorpe	Inglesthorpe
Itteringham	Ittrenhum
Keswick	Kezzick
Loddon	Lardun
Mautby	Morby
Mattishall	Mattsull
Mundesley	Munslee
Narborough	Narbrer
Neatishead	Neatsud
North (or South) Walsham	North Wolshum
Norwich	Norridge or Narridge
Postwick	Pozzick
Potter Heigham	Potter Hayum
Reepham	Reefum
Roughton	Rowton
Ryburgh	Ryburrer (Gret and Little)
Salhouse	Sallus
Salle	Saul
Sea Palling	Sea Porlin'
Shotesham	Shottsum
Sisland	Sizzland
Skeyton	Syktun
Snettisham	Snettshum
Stiffkey	Stewkey (sometimes)
Surlingham	Surlinum
Swaffham	Swoffum
Tacolneston	Tacklestun
Tasburgh	Taysburrer
Trowse	Troose
Tuddenham (East and North)	Tudnum
Watton	Wottun
Weybourne	Webbun
Wiveton	Wifton
Worstead	Woosted
Wymondham	Windum
Yarmouth	Yarmuff or Gret Yarmuff
	Yaxum Norfolk Facts Norfolk has 659 medieval churches - the highest concentration in the world. Of these, 120 have round towers - more than any other county in the UK. (Suffolk has 42, Essex 7, Sussex 3, Cambridgeshire 2 and Berkshire 2.)   The Norfolk coastline stretches for nearly 100 miles - from Hopton on Sea to the Wash.   Lord Nelson was born at the rectory at Burnham Thorpe on 29th September, 1758.   The name 'Norfolk' derives from the Anglo-Saxon for the place of the North folk. ('Suffolk' being the place of the South folk.)   Howard Carter - the archaeologist who discovered the tomb of Tutankhamen - grew up in Swaffham.   The Norfolk Broads are not a natural phenomenon, but are the result of flooded peat workings.   Thetford Forest is the largest lowland forest in Britain - covering an area of 80 square miles; it was first established in 1922.   Norfolk is the fifth largest county in England.   Norfolk is the driest county in the UK.   Norwich is the most easterly city in the UK.   The largest village green in the county is at Old Buckenham.   At only five miles in length, the Thurne is Norfolk's shortest river.   Norfolk has more than 150 deserted medieval villages - more than almost any other county. Nearly 30 of these are located in the Brecklands where the soil is light and sandy.     There are two place names in Norfolk beginning with 'Q' : Quidenham (10 miles NW of Thetford) and Quarles (4 miles SW of Wells).   There are two place names in Norfolk with only three letters: Oby (10 NW of Yarmouth) and Hoe ( 2 miles N of Dereham).   Norfolk was largely unaffected by the industrial revolution.   Robert Hales (1820-1863) - the 'Norfolk Giant' - is buried in West Somerton churchyard; he grew to the height of 7ft 6in.     Norfolk is underlain by a bedrock of chalk. On top of this -  earth, sand and gravel from retreating ice sheets were deposited.     The ancestors of President Abraham Lincoln came from Swanton Morley and Hingham.   On The Ball City - Norwich City Football club's song - is probably the oldest football chant still being sung in the UK today.   Norwich City Football club's mascot - the canary - was first brought to the city by Flemish weavers or 'Strangers' as they were known locally.   The spire of Norwich Cathedral is 315ft high - second only to that of Salisbury. The Caen stone, which was used to build the Cathedral, was brought to Norwich from Normandy.   The built-up churchyard of St. George's in Tombland in Norwich is estimated to hold up to 10,000 dead bodies.   The Domesday book shows that during the 11th century - Norfolk was one of the most heavily populated counties. This remained the case until 1600.   Normal for Norfolk Normal for Norfolk is a derogatory term devised by doctors at the Norfolk and Norwich Hospital to categorise some of their more 'intellectually challenged' patients (usually from Dereham). The term was then abbreviated to N.F.N. which could easily be added to case notes for the purposes of quick reference. Caravanning in Norfolk In some ways N.F.N. (or N.4.N) has been embraced as a term of endearment - and its popularity clearly demonstrates the admirable ability of 'Norfolkers'  to laugh at themselves. It is also a notion which certain Norfolk comedians have played with over the years and turned to their advantage. Sidney Grapes, for example, (see Potter Heigham)  used to appear on stage wearing a traditional smock, wropper and chummy hat - but he had a particularly acute sense of humour. He once said: 'Yew can always tell a Norfolk man, but yew can't tell him much!' The other delightful Norfolk medical term is: 'I come over queer' - which is invariably the result of 'suffin' goin' abowt'. 'Normal for Norfolk' is also synonymous with the annual extravaganza which is The Nimmo Twin's xmas show. The show, which turns the spotlight on Norfolk life, has been running now for over ten years and is a must-see local cultural event. The Nimmo Twins are Karl Minns and Owen Evans. More information (though not much more) can be found on their flashy new website. The Nimmo Twins   That hent got no front wheels, that hent.     Happisburgh TV (always a cliff-hanger) Window Sharpin' at Lardun However, 'normal for Norfolk' is also history and heritage; deserted beaches; huge skies; an unrivalled collection of medieval churches and a surprising sense of wildness and isolation. So, if you're thinking of visiting - please don't.   and finally a good old Norfolk song:
Hev Yew Gotta Loight, Boy? Lyrics by The Singing Postman I had a gal, a rare nice gal, down in Wroxham way She were whooly nice ter me in the ole school days. She would smile all the while, but Daddy dint know all What she used ter say ter me behind the garden wall. 'Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight, boy?' Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley, But she's my little nicoteen gal.Then one day, she went away, I dunt see har no more, Till by chance, I see har down along th' Mundesley shore. She wuz there, twice as fair, would she now be trew? So when she see me passin' by she say 'I'm glad thass yew, Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight?' Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley, But she's my little nicoteen gal. Now yew'll see har an' me never more t'part, We would wander hand in hand tergether in the dark. Then one night I held har tight in th' ole back yard, But when I tried to hold har close, she say 'Now hold yew hard! Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight? Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley, But she's my little nicoteen gal. By and by we decide on th' weddin' day, So we toddle orff ter chatch ter hear the preacher say: 'Do yew now tearke this vow ter honour all the time?' Afore I had th'chance ter stop har, she begin ter pine: Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight? Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley, But she's my little nicoteen gal. Now the doctor tell me a Daddy I will be, So when I arsk him 'Woss th' score?' he say 'There's only three' So, here I go, cheerioo, ter see how she do fare, I know what she will say ter me as soon as I git there: Hev yew gotta loight, boy? hev yew gotta loight? Molly Windley, she smook like a chimley, But she's my little nicoteen gal. ps I am in no way being derogatory about Norfolk in fact i'm rather enamored the more I learn :)   TTFN!!!!!

NFN!!!!

I have just been informed by a trusted Norfolkian (her name will remain a secret as she has passed on a tip to a dangerous person, ie a londoner) apparently to mix easier in social circles I need to learn some Norfolk words

Narridge Yoonyun = major Norfolk employer
how're yer gettin arn buh = Norfolk greeting
hair = here (you'll like this one !!!)
bare = sold by the pint in Shicagooo's
is that roight? = comment to show attention being paid to speaker
Windam = small town south of Narridge (sensible abbreviation
of its proper name Wimundimundimundum)
Loose-tarfed = east coast fishing port
card = traditionally eaten battered, with chips, might well have been
caught off Loose-tarfed.
koodee = discount shop in St Stephens street
hum base = DIY shop (various sites)
fooze = electrical component on sale at hum base
fool = petrol or diesel
stoop ud = term applied to f**kwits
foo too = get these developed at Boots
sproight = fizzy lemon drink
boost = to brag
jargon = like running, but a little slower


I love it and when I head back South will start using them to see if anyone understands what i'm saying.


I've also found some fab road signs and sayings from Norfolk like i'd mentioned in my previous blog.
















Got a bit of a shock when trying to find those pics as typed in NFN but ended up looking at images of the naturalist something of Netherlands and they have NO shame and with those bodies who would!!!!!!


Must get this book!!!!







Must dash little man is making strange noises, parents are waiting on the phone for me and hubby will be in dripping wet in a moment wanting a coffee after his vets football training, all in a normal day :)




TTFN!!!!

Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can. - Danny Kaye

And sooooooooooooooo I answered the phone, she called at 9.05am so it wasn't too bad and YES I did get talked into attending the other interview, £16 an hour I couldn't really turn the opportunity down to see what they want to say to me. Will let you know what happens when I go :)

We have finally started LIVING in the new house, sitting having salad for tea in the garden and then running round like headless chickens when we see the size of the ants nest that has just erupted. We watered the plants only took about an hour (and yes a lot have passed away due to our neglect whilst settling in, RIP little plants). Have started planning what we can put into the gaps of the sadly departed plants :( and will venture to the garden centre tomorrow (although it might take a while with our track record of driving to places).


In fact hubby got a call from his recruitment agency today asking him to get to his potential place of work at 2.30 it was 2pm at the time of the call. (Told you they're really pushy people) and he said it'll take him at least an hour to get there. Her answer MY computer says it'll take 25 mins hmmmmmm his reply "yes but we don't know the area well yet and last time it took me an hour" Pushy's reply well you've done it once you'll get there in time this time. He didn't go at all!!! Honestly.


We have spent EVERY single journey thus far with a map on our lap (until the beautiful day I get my stunning SATNAV).
Lol, this article written in the Guardian is soooooooooooo true of the conversations me and hubby have nowadays.

My boyfriend and I have been driving around East Anglia for 18 days now, looking for the small coastal cottage we have hired for a week's rest and relaxation.

"I think I can see Norwich, Toryboy."

"You're always seeing Norwich. Sometimes ahead of us, sometimes in the rear-view mirror, sometimes reflected in the softly rebuking eyes of a cow when we get stuck behind a tractor and have to take in the scenery. It is - ironically, given the famous flatness of our current surroundings - like the shimmering city on the hill for you."

"Look - there's a sign for Stiff ... It must be Stiffkey. I suppose scratching out the 'K' is the sole opportunity for vandalism in Norfolk."

"Stiffkey is approximately 800 miles from Norwich. You are incredibly stupid. I think it's because you are so short. The sun takes longer to reach your head and warm your brain."

"Why do you drive so close to the car in front? Why do you drive so fast? Why do you drive so fast and so close to the car in front?"

"Because I came to the conclusion - 14 minutes after we left London and you told me that you could see King's Lynn - that death would be preferable to the coming drive, but alas I have not been lucky enough to have someone brake hard and suddenly in front of me yet."

"Why are you now driving so slowly?"

"Because we are now behind a convoy of three cars whose occupants are on their way to a canasta evening in Sheringham and do not wish to arrive overexcited by approaching double figures on the speedometer; or they are lingering Diana cultists roaming the countryside looking for somewhere to mourn; or they are aware, as I am not, that the sign red-triangle-with-a-wiggly-line-in-the-middle actually means 'advance at a rate not discernible to the naked eye'."

"I can see Norwich again!"

"That is not Norwich. That is a cloud in the shape of Norwich. Also, we don't want to see Norwich. If we do see Norwich, it will mean that we are, once again, going in the wrong direction and I will have to stop the car in order to beat you with something heavy and unyielding, like one of your mother's cakes."

"Don't start on my mother. Why are you pulling over?"

"This church has a roof with two tiers of purlins and crenellated tie-beams on pierced arched braces and an ashlar-faced clerestory, which I would like to see. You can stay here, partly because you do not understand a single word I have just said and partly because your secular liberalism pollutes any church you enter."

"Well, if it hasn't got a lierne vault, then I'm not interested anyway."

"If I thought for a moment you actually knew what a lierne vault is rather than having just caught sight of the phrase as I opened my Pevsner, I might almost begin to think that there was a human intelligence gamely struggling to rise within you."

Never mind, I reflect, as I begin folding up some of the 3,000 maps in the car. I'm sure it will all be worth it once we are trapped together for a week in an unheated cottage on the coast and he finds out I have forgotten my credit card and his clothes. Why do I always resist going on holiday when every year it throws up new delights? I shake my head in wry recognition of my own foolishness as Toryboy makes his way back through the churchyard as the rain begins to pour.

"Onward!" I shout. "Onward to Norwich!"

"Sheringham," he snarls. And we are on our way.

Whilst on the subject of driving a saying has been brought to our attention NFN Normal for Norfolk, apparently devised by the medical teams to describe a person that is peculiar (ew ar betty!!!!).

This article was on the BBC news (so apparently scarily true) about some (MORE) things / language / sayings we should learn:

A road sign written in regional dialect has been put up in a village to warn drivers about the danger of speeding.

Villagers in Wiveton, near to Cromer, north Norfolk, have erected three signs telling drivers to "slow you down".

It was devised by parish council chairman Godfrey Sayers who was inspired by a sign in another village written in the Norfolk vernacular.

Mr Sayers said he is "very pleased" with the speeding signs which have had an instant effect on motorists.

The parish council was concerned at the number of collisions on the road which winds in-and-out of Wiveton with a 60 mph speed limit - but was reluctant to spoil the village with conventional road signs.

'Go you steady'

Mr Sayers said: "We wanted to do something a bit different and we wanted to make drivers think.

"I am very pleased with the signs - they have only been there a couple of weeks but it seems to be having an effect on some motorists.

"There has been a lot of concern about speeding and we had thought about installing 30 mph speed limit signs but we did not want all the signs.

"We wanted a way of attracting attention but without the conventional speed warning signs."

Mr Sayers said he had been inspired by a road sign he had spotted in another Norfolk village which reads 'Go you steady'.

'Hold you hard'

Peter Brooks, secretary of Friends of Norfolk Dialect (FOND) congratulated the parish council for bringing "a little bit of humour into serious subject".

Mr Brooks said: "If you go to Wiveton you'll find the roads through the village are narrow and winding so anything that slows traffic down should be congratulated.

"Go you slow is part of the vernacular language of Norfolk as is 'hold you hard' which you would say to someone who was dashing around - it means slow down, got plenty of time.

"There are other terms exclusive to Norfolk including 'tittytotty' (small) 'tittermortortor' (see-saw) and slantendicular (at a slant) and if you're getting het up you may be told that you are in danger of 'busting your farting clappers'."

I have recently been on the mumsnet website again discussing my friendly (said with an air of utter sarcasm) and one mum posted this video to highlight what some (but not all villages are like in NorfolK)

Must watch deliverance now LOL.

TTFN!!!!

When I am in the country I wish to vegetate like the country. ~William Hazlitt

Today I went to the newly found Post Office without ANY make up on (have you just fallen down I should have warned you to sit down). It must be all this country air, we never wake up before 8am now, the kids coming up closer to 10am (bliss lol). I went down our country lane (walking towards the nonexistent traffic of course) with little milk monster and little man. Little man is very impressed with the area and says he loves it and I must admit the longer we are here the calmness of the place is really getting under all of our skins.


Had a very happy HELLO for one of the locals out pruning her bush (no puns there at all) and then a brief chat with the postmaster about "would you let your husband dress you" apparently from an article in a newspaper lol!

So went back home feeling (almost) like we'd always lived there. I'll buy some wellies soon!!!!!


Now my moan aaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bloody recruitment agencies, I have accepted a position as a nurse on bank at Attleborough in a really nice nursing home. However I also went for an informal chat with another place that mostly deals with brain injuries, ms etc etc. I've explained on Friday to Mr J that I preferred my first place and would be accepting that position, same day 30 mins later then had to explain same thing to Mr M. Monday and spoke to another Mr M (think he's different otherwise this is ridiculous) and explained the same thing again "well don't you want to have 2 places to be bank in " NO, I have limited hours to which I can possibly work anyway :(. "so you don't want to see what they are offering you" No it'll be fine. "they've said they can work around you and do whatever hours, shifts, days you want" ok slightly tempted now as its quite nice to be wanted. But without meaning to be rude(and so didn't say it) I only saw one nurse when I walked around the place with the manager and she looked tired, harrassed etc etc. I had already been informed that there is only ever one nurse on night duty for the whole 31 patients and although there aren't as many deaths in physical disability as there are in elderly care (there words not mine) there are more emergencies (with one staff nurse) hmmmmm! Again i'll stick with where i'm going thanks but if you would say thank you to them for their time etc. 2 hours later Ms H calls the facility really really like me and would like me to come back for a second interview any day I want, any time I want??????

Not answering the phone for the rest of the day now!!


Oh and on a really bad point hubby didn't get the job he wanted :( (especially as it had a built in gym) words used "you have been unsuccessful on this occasion" bless him. Wine and snuggles aplenty tonight.

Hubby's kids have gone home today as have 2 of mine and we're back to just the 5 of us again and its weirdly silent. Although the mess left made me think we'd had a party and i'd just slept through it. Next time we're off to a caravan for the week (all 8 of us) my 2 oldest staying behind this time :(. Not many caravans that will sleep 10 lol.

Waiting for hubby to come home from the long drive to London and back its only been 7 hours since he left, makes the weekend null and void when two of the days are spent just driving :(.

Must contact DR's etc tomorrow to get signed up and there is still so many things we need to get done. Don't tell hubby but i'm thinking of changing the furniture round in the living room :P.

TTFN!!!!!