..... I've... I've... done the posy photos thing! I don't know how it happened... I was just bored and.. NAAARG! 

Please dont judge me. x x x 

Last night I went to a garden party in a field. Because that is what us Yorkshire people do; stand in fields. I ate much barbeque and drank much wine and it was lovely. This morning I had to get up at 5am as I'd stayed at my friends (with the big fieldish garden), to get back to the city to go to work at 7am. Urg. What I'd give to be a morning person. To leap out of bed and make strange happy noises for the joy of being awaaaaake and aliiiiive. To get up at 7am on my day off just because. But I'm not like that. I grunt and stumble and moan, with my pillow still stuck to my head for the first half of the day. The guests at work tend to think it's just some strange growth and don't mention it. Is it possible, do you think, to train yourself to be a morning person, because I have been trying for years and I'm beggining to believe it is damned near impossible. I've tried. I have. Every night before a day off I think " ooooh... I'll get up early tomorrow, and make the most of my daaay". Only to wake up, automatically turn the alarm off, then wake up at midday.  I dont even know I'm doing it. On the days I have to actually get up I have to have my alarm set for an hour before I have to get up so I can put it on sleep every 5 minutes for an hour.

SO. Do you think it is possible to train to be a morning person? Because I would really like to be one please. Also, am particularly bad at minute, a bit lethargic, does anyone know of any simple herbal remedies for this..? 

Thistley x x x 

I just realised my name suggests that I am prickley. I am not. I am in fact quite smooth.  

Helloo everyone. It's been quite a while since I popped by. I'm such a blimmin lazy cowbag when it comes to keeping up with things like this. I had an experience last night that has really puzzled me and I would love to hear any takes on it. I was woken up at 4 in the morning (bang on) to feel my boyfriend leaning over me staring right in front of him. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he could see a woman sort of 'hovering over me' in a sitting position to my right hand side.. He had been watching her for 5 minutes, making direct eye contact. Apparently at first he had thought she seemed nice, then she began to scowl and grimace at him. Then she dissapeared and a young girl had appeared and smiled at him. He said he could very clearly make them out, although they had a blueish tint and it was as though they had been drawn on glass. He was still watching this young girl when I woke up. He was very frightened. This hasn't ever happened to him before. I felt concerned. I dont see spirits (or I haven't yet), in the physical. I get clear images in my minds eye and can pick up on gender, mood etc. as I'm sensitive to energies. The reason I am puzzled is that when I woke up I could feel no bad energies. I've experienced that before and this really wasn't an upset or threatening energy. It felt very peaceful. 

A few months ago I know that a lady came to me every night at 1 o clock, stood by my bed and gave me some kind of healing. I could feel her presence very strongly and became aware of every muscle in my body becoming so relaxed. This was always so lovely and was a very peaceful energy. When Tristan first mentioned that he'd seen a middle-aged woman hovering over me on the same side of the bed that the other lady always came to, I immediately thought it must have been her. But then he mentioned that she didn't seem very nice, so now I'm really confused. Do you think maybe his fear got the better of him and distorted his impressions of her? Because I felt quite positive that this was a peaceful energy. He, however was really upset by it.  Maybe she was just a bit peeved to find a bloke in bed with me when I'm normally alone..?! I'm so interested to hear what you all think. 

Hope this finds you all well.

Thistledowny x x x

Hellooo

Has been a while since I've been around, hasn't it? I'm sorry if anyone thinks I've been ignoring them! Have had a lovely weekend playing at Beverley Folk festival. Just got back in the early hours of this morning. Oooh it was just so brilliant. I've been living on lager and crepes for three days... why must it end?? The atmosphere there was just electric and I would like it to happen all over again please.

Have added a few silly pictures. Some are recent and some are really not, they are all a bit muddled and none of them are very good because the only ones I could put up were the ones on my blokes computer and I am not the most photogenic of creatures so... sorryyyy!

Bye bye

Thistleykins x x x  

Okay.. it's a few hours later... heres an update on the happenings in my place of work.

1. There is a fly that has been sat on the comupter screen for about 20 minutes... I think he read my blog about the wasp and either didn't like it very much or thought it was marvelous depending on whether flies like wasps or not. I cannot decide on this.

2. The printer is not working properly. My boss spent a lot of money on the supposed 'fastest printer in the world', but it would in fact be faster to use the core of the pear I have just eaten, (3. I have just eaten... a pear.) cut it into several very small pieces, mould each piece into each letter of the alphabet with such accuracy that noone would ever know it was made from the core of a pear, go and buy some ink, and then painstakingly hand print the entire document I have been trying to print for the past hour. I could do this... however I choose not to.

4. I am bored.

.... that's about it.

Also I thought I'd mention that I bought a plant while we were away in Cropton which has happily settled into my house now. It's an Arecia and very pretty, but it decided that it's name is Partridge. That is, when I asked it what it's name should be the word 'partridge' popped into my head. It's not a very pretty name is it really? Or even , in fact , a name at all. But every time I tried calling it another name the atmosphere in the room goes all moody. I sometimes call it Pixiekins-partridge to try and make the name a bit.. prettier? And it doesn't mind that. So I now own a plant that actually wishes it was a partridge. Theres no end to the fun is there..?