John Lewis ad - it's a marmite thing...
So my thoughts (for what they're worth) on the John Lewis Christmas ad. I'm a bit bah humbug in the middle of November so do forgive me, but having worked in the digital marketing world in an agency where the most creative people surprised and wowed me every day with their talent, I love waiting to see what the likes of John Lewis have spent their millions on to make us love them, want to spend our money with them and reduce us to blubbering wrecks whilst watching. Frankly, I feel a bit short changed...
And yes, I get it. There's a message in there and I've got it. Instead of a piano (they do sell them btw - even they couldn't have been that stupid), it could've been a microphone for a future famous singer, a telescope for an avid astronomer or a set of paints for a budding artist. Elton John donates a lot of his earnings to good causes and supports a huge amount of charities - he's probably given more away in one day than I'd ever hope to earn in my whole lifetime. I think he's a decent guy and I like his music too. At any other time, I might even have thought promoting an artist might have been a good idea. But I make no apology for saying that I think it's wrong for now. I'm not suggesting that all tv should focus on eating well for less, budget buying or recycling and upcycling from rubbish tips - the rich can't all be penalised for having when so many others don't, but John Lewis are an influential brand and they've missed the mark. More people in this country are depending on food banks to survive, more children than ever don't get a hot meal during the day when schools are closed and the gap between the rich and poor is at its biggest ever. So John Lewis, perhaps now wasn't the time to put something out there that's so wide of the mark of the majority even if there's a great message at the core. I stand by the brand, love their quality products and have always found their service second to none, plus I'm not one of the unhappy partners there currently being made redundant, upset by the money spent on the ad.
So, it's not for me - the Sainsbury's ad with the little child in the school play is way better. It's more real, probably a good few million pounds cheaper and at the end I looked like I'd been chopping onions. Oh and well done Lidl for your response to the John Lewis ad, I hope you brought the team a beer or two to celebrate!
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When Life Really Is A Pain...
So after an accident at work in 2009, I ended up having emergency spinal surgery which involved a double disc implant in my neckā¦. and That was supposed to be Thatā¦
Except itās not ā because despite that being a whole eight years ago, the pain has only ever gone away for short periods and itās indescribable just how much it can hurt, albeit Iām very lucky itās intermittent.
Itās not like I havenāt tried to help myself before and I certainly donāt feel sorry for myself. Ā After surgery I was given tramadol around the clock for the pain. Ā I probably wouldnāt have taken it had I read some of the headlines around this medication - āFatal side effects can occur if you use tramadol with alcohol, or with other drugs that cause drowsiness or slow your breathingā and āTramadol can interact with many other drugs and cause dangerous side effects or deathā. The hallucinations were bad enough for me to know Iāll never want to take it again, no matter how much pain Iām in ā I understand more why Frankie Boyle called his series āTramadol Nightsāā¦ thankfully I havenāt seen dragons coming through the bedroom window since!
Iāve had extensive physiotherapy and seen a chiropractor and osteopath. Iāve taken over the counter pain relief, used heat wraps, medicated wraps and taken prescription pain killers. I finally saw a consultant that totally understood what and how I was feeling (my original consultant surgeon says Iām fixed) and he advised steroid injections in the facet joints in my neck. He said it worked for āthe majorityā of people for anywhere between 6 months and 5 years but science hadnāt yet come up with the reason why! Ā Although Iām glad I tried it as it worked on and off for about a year, it wasnāt a great experience. Putting a claustrophobic person to sleep face down isnāt asking for a great review to be fair and it didnāt kick in for about three weeks after the procedure so I was a bit down at the prospect it had failed.
So now Iāve got to decide whatās next. Iām planning a trip to my GP to see whatās available - itāll be interesting to see what my choices are on our already overstretched NHS (yes the guiltās kicking in already). Friends have suggested yoga, meditation, acupuncture, massage, hypnotherapy, hydrotherapy and Pilates (not all at once!) and Iām willing to try them in turn, so I know whatās working and what isnāt.
The hardest thing with intermittent anything, is trying to explain to someone what itās like when itās āmittentā ā ok thatās not a word but you know what I mean. Imagine someone giving you a dead arm but in your neck, and the throbbing doesnāt subside but just sits there like a bad toothache. Because of the nerve damage as a result of the operation, my right arm is affected with the same dull pain and sometimes it just doesnāt work very well at all. However, again, this is only intermittent so Iāll happily run round like a spring chicken if itās not boiling hot, freezing cold or if Iām not stressed or tired. (Iāve discovered nerves are incredibly complex and not everybody gets that).
Since the surgery Iāve developed arthritis in my neck, back and shoulder ā Iām guessing this is the source of the pain and one consultant said Iād have got arthritis regardless of the surgery ā mmmm maybe. Oh and Iāve recently developed an intermittent searing pain in my hip ā an impending x-ray will determine whether this is arthritis too, so Iāll wait and see.
I have enormous empathy for anyone that has to live with chronic pain. I hope that I find something that works for me so I can pass that on to others to try ā thereās certainly a lot to trawl through on tāinternet ā a headline that caught my eye just today was āAccording to a new study, chronic pain may reprogram the way genes work in the immune systemā. In the meantime, itās a good day today and Iāve got lots to do so thanks for listening. All suggestions very welcome indeedā¦ Ā
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Blind dates donāt always rock...
So it was actually my mother - yes, you heard right - it was my mother, who set me up on a blind date many years ago...Ā Ā I swear she said sheād met him before but either way, she knew him and the date was fixed.Ā
I met him outside the station - Iād stupidly not thought to ask what he drove but I could see him parked up in a low-key dark green Jag and he looked really nice. I walked over casually and started talking to him and just when it was getting past theĀ āhello how are youā bit, his other half got in the car and they drove away - clearly not my blind date then! Oh how I wished the ground would just swallow me whole...
So Darren eventually turned up late in a ramshackle Mini - it wouldāve been a great motor if it hadnāt had a hole in the floor or the remnants of about a monthās worth of takeaway packaging in the footwell on my side. We drove to a local pub and got a couple of beers.
After about half an hour I realised this truly wasnāt a good idea - mum had clearly thought weād have a lot in common - I was stuggling to find anything. He liked animation and I like art so that was one thing I guess - he liked electronics and did a lot of circuit building in his spare time (really?) - sadly there wasnāt a single spark on our dateĀ and I was desperate to leave.
I went to the bar under the guise of getting more drinks and asked for help - the guy serving said heād give me a shout out in around five minutes or so, pretending a friend was in trouble and then Iād be clear to leave. Never has five minutes felt more like five hours and Darren was moving ever closer to me in my seat...
Eventually the bar guyĀ ādid his thingā and I took theĀ āmessageā and told Darren that I had to go - he said heād drop me back to my flat so I reluctantly got back in his smelly car and directed him to where I lived. Now obviously I didnāt want him to know where I actually lived so about a mile from my flat, I said this was it and went to get out of the car - I politely thanked him for the lift.
As I went to get out of the car, I had to lean over towards him as the seatbelt thingy wasnāt very good and I couldnāt unclip it. He clearly took that to mean I was going in for a goodbye smooch and he stuck his face full on mine, shoved his big wet tongue in my mouth and clamped my head with his hand! After Iād got over the initial shock, I did the one thing I could to get out of the situation and I punched him... Now it wasnāt a mega hit and it was totally a reflex action, but it did the trick and I managed to get the seatbelt off and get out of the car - I actually ran the mile back to my flat and the first thing I did (after brushing my teeth Iām sure), was ring my mother and tell her how horrible the whole experience had been.Ā
Apparently he spoke to mum not long after and she asked how the date had gone - according to him it had gone really well and we were planning to see each other again in the near future - errr hello!!!!! Ā Never have I been so sure that Iād done the right thing to get the hell out of there and apart from many years later when I was setup and genuinely knew nothing about it (hubby is the result), I never went on another blind date again...
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We did it!
Itās Election Day, wow itās finally here
Decisions were there to be made
Did we vote for the ones who pushed centre stage
Or the ones that remained in the shade
Did we vote for the party that interviewed well
And that didnāt falter over the figures
Did we vote for the ones that came across more
As revved up, hyper like, Tiggers
Did we believe all the stories we saw on the news
And the rubbish on Facebook and Twitter
Did our friendships divide on our choice for PM
Did their views make us angry and bitter
An āXā in the box besides someone you like
Or a last minute change of heart, presto!
Perhaps personalities aside as we read the small print
Instead, choosing the best manifesto
People died in our history to give us the chance
To state our wants in that polling station
Whoever gets in, weāll be stuck with them now
And we hope theyāll be leading our nation
The election campaign has been so full of hate
Condemnation and not sugar coated
But at last itās now over (and thank God for that)
Did my bit and can now say āIāVE VOTEDāā¦
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If the shoes fit...
I walked down the platform this morning
And just couldnāt help but peruse
An elderly lady that was waiting
Dressed in what Iād say were āold ladies shoesā
It actually started me thinking
My taste over the years? Yes itās changed
My wardrobe is certainly different
And sometimes I just dress āderangedā!
Iāve got three different sizes of clothing
In a wardrobe thatās filled with disasters
Most of itās black and unshapely
You can tell that I do love my afters!
My skirts? Well I hardly have any
And those that I own now are long
Gone are the days of my 16 inch hems
And donāt get me started on thongs!
My t-shirts are all Marks and Spencer
Well theyāre comfy and they fit really nice
And I often buy two of the same thing
Nothing quite like a little bit of spice!
Iām not what you might call āadventurousā
Iām a bit samey and not very on trend
I play it safe with my jeans (always skinnies)
Itās a lot harder these days to bendā¦
When I get home from work I get comfy
Itās leggings or sweat pants for ease
Hair scraped back and shoved in a scrunchie
My poor husband, I donāt try to please!
When I go out, I do make an effort
Bit of make-up and sometimes some bling
I do like to be quite presentable
As for āfashionā I do my own thing
So when will I start wearing āold ladies shoesā?
Dress for comfort, without having a care
Well, given the above, plus Iāve just seen my feet
It would appear that Iām already there!
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Realisation!
Discovery...
He can be aloof and often quiet
He very much likes his own space
He does things on his own terms
And he has the cutest face
People love to stop and chat
When weāre out having a walk
And although heās quiet when he needs to be
He really does loves to talk
He doesnāt like to be disturbed
If heās doing his own thing
He takes himself off to his place on the couch
And thereās just no talking to him
Heās playful and happy, the life and soul
Beautiful eyes that are bright
And when heās freshly groomed and smartly brushed
Heās really the best looking sight
He can be quite demanding
And he likes to play and tease
He loves his food and treats galore
Heād happily live on cheese
Heās stubborn as hell, but thatās ok
As I know how to train him
Heās very food orientated
So I normally know how to āreign inā
He loves to travel in the car
And look for new places to be
He totally loves the water
And his favourite place? By the sea
Reading this back Iāve taken a pause
And stopped to think, āOh Wowser!
OMG itās just dawned on me
My husband is a SCHNAUZERā!!!
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Anxiety...
How dare you creep up on me as Iām lying in my bed
To place thoughts that really trouble me, so deep within my head
How dare you come and visit when my family member passed
You turned up unexpectedly, you never even asked
How dare you even be there on the last day of my job
You stayed, though uninvited, causing me to sob
You play with my emotions and cause actual physical pain
For what, I mean, just whatās the point, tell me what you gain
How dare you be around me when Iām trying to move house
You thought Iād never notice you, as quiet as a mouse
Youāre always in the background when Iām going through some change
Perhaps thatās why youāre there then, like a dirty piece of mange
Itās time you took damn notice of just what Iām saying to you
You cause me so much trauma but I know just what to do
I will fight you with every breath I have, I will never ever give in
You can feck right off anxiety, you will NOT stop me from livingā¦
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You Will Never Win...
I used to work in Clink Street
Thatās down Borough Market Way
Weāre talking twenty years ago
Itās very different there today
The market then, it just sold tat
From a dodgy car park stall
The pubs were places to avoid
But we still all had a ball
There were armed police in ninety-six
Weād see them on our way
to work, it scared the crap from us
We lived in fear of the IRA
Generations before have also feared
The things they canāt control
The wars and bombs and terrorists
All things that rip our soul
My father was an immigrant
A muslim here to roam
I was called a paki as a kid
And told to go back home*
Iām fearful of the hatred
That Iām seeing on my feeds
āSend them back to where they came fromā
What to Kent or maybe Leeds?
All I know is that these scumbags
Are destroying lives, so willing
With their heads so full of brainwashed crap
And no reason for the killing
They arenāt human, they are COWARDS
With hatred in their souls
With support from others, also trash
That feed social media trolls
Itās senseless and itās mindless
With nothing there to gain
Just destruction on the highest scale
So many families left with pain
If you kill, you are a MURDERER
I really hope that it will cease
And I just wish that hate would fuck right off
So our kids can live in peace
*I was born in Carshalton, Surrey, U.K.
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Thoughts since moving - one year on...
I am stronger than I think I am
I can be intrinsically lazy
If you donāt have a day job, it doesnāt mean you donāt have deadlines
Time still passes too quickly
A freshly installed brand new cracked bath that needs to be ripped out isnāt the end of the world
Family and friends mean the world to me
Grown-ups can be much more badly behaved than children
I should listen to, and trust the voice in my head more
Iām not the plant killer I thought I was
Loving nature used to be fun, living amongst it is even better
Whatever size space you live in, you will grow or shrink to fit it
Forging new friendships doesnāt have to be frightening
Not every decision has to be made at once
I hate boundaries and am quite bad at living on a budget despite the necessity!
Reading doesnāt have to be a guilty pleasure; it can be just a pleasure
Despite never believing in myself, Iām capable of producing some great ideas
It feels good to be slightly more comfortable in my own skin ā one day itāll fit like itās mine
I love being a hostess and looking after people
Cooking and all things food brings me immense pleasure
There are still places in the garden I havenāt explored
I can live quite calmly in mess and chaos
I can hold my own with the best of them
When you use a rotary washing line, you donāt have to keep walking round it, it spins!
There will always be budget for a good bottle of wineā¦.
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Itās Time..
I canāt believe itās May just now, this year has really flown
The greenhouse is awaiting me, but seeds are not yet sown
The days are still too cold though and I wish it were July
At least it would be warmer as thereād be more sun in the sky
In fact I wish that it were August, as Iād be even warmer still
Long lazy days and picnics out and barbeques at will
Although not hot, I also love the autumn season too
The colours are so stunning and thereās so much more to do
I wish that it was Christmas, what a brilliant time of year
So many happy faces, lots of fun and winter cheer
I so love buying presents and then dressing up our place
And eating all that yummy grub, itās ok to stuff your face!
Ooh I love it when itās January, the chance to start anew
And plan my resolutions and the positive things to do
A month to eat more healthily and drop the dreaded booze
Not long enough for me though, with all the weight Iāve got to lose
I wish that it were February; I want a glass a wine!
Iāve been so good for one whole month, a rioja? About time!
Iām glad this month is really short; the frost is long and cold
Only six months to my birthday, God Iām really feeling old
I wish that it were March as all the flowers start to sprout
Longer days, the start of spring, a chance to clear stuff out
But the garden is so dry now and I hope itās April quick
So the showers come and do their stuff, but the rain gets on my wick
Before you know it, thatās a year gone, a whole year I wished away
I canāt stop time from passing; it never stays as just ātodayā
Iād like to live more in the moment and not look too far ahead
And stay the right side of that lovely grass; live here and now instead!
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A SchnauzerĀ tale...
I've had a busy day today
A pamper and a groom
I'm so so tired and very glad
My bed is in this room
I'm comfy cosy, warm as toast
The fire's burning bright
Stop taking pics, I want to sleep
And tell everyone, "night night..."
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An Ode to Izzy...
Iām not a gorgeous looking pet
Nor cuddly draped in fur
I donāt make puppy noises
And I certainly do not purr
I donāt climb up upon your lap
Nor nuzzle round your feet
(Well, other than to bite you
Which apparently isnāt āsweetā)
My skin is hard and scaly
And you cannot teach me tricks
My nickname is Houdini
So my pen is lined with bricks
I do not have a proper nose
Just two holes in my face
My beak is sharp and roughened
And I do not move with grace
My dad is not my biggest fan
If I escaped, heād shed no tear
Thatās despite the fact I hibernate
For six months of the year Ā
My mum though really loves me
She sits down with me to talk
She takes me down the garden
So I can have a good long walk
She holds me up to see her face
And tells me Iām the best
She feeds me lots of yummy stuff
And ensures I get my rest
She keeps those pesky dogs away
(That Nessa is the worst)
She sniffs my bum and bites my nose
And barks likes she will burst!
Iāve also got a girly name
(No one knew I was a boy)
But Iām well behaved and come when called
I think that Iām a joy!
You could do a lot worse than a tortoise
As an addition to your crew
So this is Izzy, signing off now
With lots of love to all of you xx
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Oh the irony... my top 10
1. Playing hunt the bayleaf despite the fact it refused to sink when you started cooking
2. When you get to the checkout and you remember all your ābags for lifeā are at home
3. Not being able to find the one thing you need in the utensil drawer, despite it being right in front of you. You could ask, but you carry on looking regardless
4. When you need a black pen to fill out a form but can only find a gazillion blue ones
5. When youāre in the shower before you realise thereās only a sliver of soap left
6. When youāre the one in the toilet when the loo roll runs out or needs changing
7. When youāve tipped yucky stuff in the bin before you realise hubby took the liner out to empty it
8. When your recording finishes too early, just when you were about to find out who did it
9. When the only time you forget to put your slippers on is when the dogās had a drink and left a shower of water all over the kitchen floor
10. Alanis Morissette was right ā itās like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knifeā¦
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My Eyes Are Drawn To Windows...
My eyes are drawn to windows...
Whenever I am out
I feel a kind of magnetism
Of that, there is no doubt
There's something so inviting
That simply draws me in
It feels so wrong to linger though,
It's almost like a sin
There's a story behind every one
Just like an unread book
I want to turn those pages
I almost have to have a look
Whether stately homes, or cottages
Even beach huts by the sea
I want to see how people live
Is that so wrong of me?
I want to see their decor
And to glean their sense of style
I want to know about their lives
I need to stay a while
I love looking at interiors
Are they carpets, rugs or mats?
And how different are the layouts
In a single block of flats?
But my favourite? Country cottages
With teeny windows set in flint
So difficult to peer inside
I really have to squint
Behind the glass, enchantment
And another world from mine
Old photos, grouped together
Of lives spread over time
It's the lure of what's behind the glass
Don't think that I'm a sneak
My eyes are drawn to windows
I simply have to have a peek!
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My New Year Resolutions...
In which I give myself 10 attainable New Year resolutions...Ā http://sherri.life/the-new-year-resolutions-i-gave-myself/Ā Happy New Year!
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A Plea - to c2c - from me
Dear c2c, this is for you from me
(Iāll also write and give you a bell)
The new timetable that you shoved in place
Isnāt working at all very well
Ā In fact Iād go so far as to say to you
Itās not working well at all
Youāve totally screwed us over
And youāre treating us like fools
Ā You offered a consultation
But didnāt listen, itās too late after
An example being, āwe just canāt fit
what youād like, a Laindon starterā
Ā Youāve shortened trains from 12 to 8
Many places are left with 4
But you claim to be helping passengers
And you say you can carry moreā¦
Ā Introducing this in December
Was a ruse of yours for sure
Most lucky peeps are enjoying their sleeps
Letās see how January goes when thereās more
Ā Why shouldnāt I sit on my train home?
Iām at the station in plenty of time
Why should I have to stand all the way?
Because 8ās down to 4 on my line
Ā Why did you introduce new trains
That had a limited number of seating
But far more room for standing
In reality squashed in ahead of our meetings
Ā And your tweets are so patronising
Did somebody say āletās all just bait her?ā
āLetās wind her up and suggest to her
That she simply should travel in laterā?
Ā Iād like to suggest that idea to my boss
One thinks it might not go down well
But your twits sorry tweets from your central control
Seem to think that idea is just swell
Ā So how long do you think that itās ok to stand
Packed in like a tin of sardines
Did you think that weād all be ok with such tosh
That weād think itās an end to our means
Ā And what about all the customers
Youāve left hanging around on the loop
Who get to the station and canāt even board
How many of us did you dupe?
Ā Thank you for making the changes you have
And rethinking at least one decision
But you know deep down that itās just not enough
better thought wouldnāt have needed revision
Ā So please c2c if not listening to me
Can you at least listen to everyone else
For the fainters and fighters, the absolute nightmares
Paying customers and the good of our health
Ā We need a solution, we need to sit down
We need to at least get on board
We need help to make these things better
I hope this at least strikes a chord
Ā Please do what you can and stop fobbing us off
With excuses and just saying no
You as a Group need to listen to us
Or the head of your company should go
Ā Itās not much to ask for the price that we pay
Just to be able to work
Itās over to you, now please do the right thing
Travelling comfortably is our right, not a PERK!
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A letter to my 20 something year old self... part 1
I finally did it - itās not easy to write a letter to your 20 something year old self but here it is...Ā http://sherri.life/a-letter-to-my-20-something-year-old-self-part-1/#more-300Ā
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