Thursday, 19 September 2013

Mexican Lasagne and Relationships

Quite possibly my favourite ever blog post by Esther Walker on Recipe Rifle is 'Nigella's Mexican Lasagne.' If you've never read it then I really advise you do, because it's something I often look back on when I'm in an (unvoiced) mood with my boyfriend and the recipe is really very nice.

The gist of the blog is that a relationship is a balancing act; that both parties do really irritating things and really nice, lovely things. So when things get out of control, or something particularly irritates you can look back on your list and re-balance your feelings.

So here's my list.

Some annoying things my boyfriend does:
- He will randomly, after a room being in the same state it has been in for days, massively freak out and declare it impossibly messy to the point he cannot even be in the room and start striding around the house banging doors and things. He does not, however, tidy it up.
- Bite his nails to the point that he does not actually have nails, just messy finger stubs. And then borrow my nails for everything (taking a sticker off something, scratching, picking a penny off the floor etc.) Sometimes without asking.
- Ask for a foot massage constantly but refuse for me to clip his toe nails.

Here are some annoying things I do:
- Fail to listen to what he's saying properly and making up the end of his sentence in my head, and then arguing a completely different point to the one he is trying to make.
- Cry constantly over everything. Sad things, happy things, nothing at all.
- Throw up whenever there is something mouldy or gone off (or potentially gone off food, I once threw up because a bag was squidgy. When Gareth later investigated it was actually a sock.) and refuse point blank to have anything to do with it.
- Sexual innuendo. Constantly.

Here are some lovely things he does:
- Clears out the vegetable drawer, and the fridge and particularly disgusting pans so I don't have to. (See my third annoying point.)
- Makes all the horrible telephone calls (e.g. to Sky, to the council.) and is brilliant at them.
- Puts up with me snoring all night, especially when I'm drunk.
- Tells me point blank we're not going shopping or to the cinema or something else I'm trying to persuade myself to do despite feeling like shit, because he can see I'm feeling rubbish.
- Doesn't nag about my general lack of job/money.

Here are some lovely things I do:
- I will give him a massage pretty much whenever he asks, which is often.
- Remember birthdays and plan presents and cards.
- I always make sure there is loo roll and towels in the bathroom.
- Ensure all the bills are paid, and budget all the money so we don't run out towards the end of the month.
- Drive him to work and pick him up when it's obscenely early in the morning (6am) or pitch black or raining.

So that's my list. Do you have one?

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

#dwsr - Lydstep Flats, Christmas filming!


The Tardis is assembled!
The flats receive a quick festive makeover.
Normally you get the tiniest bit of culture shock when you see Doctor Who's massive Christmas tree or robot Santas lurking around Cardiff in the middle of summer. I'm now so used to this that it was weird watching filming for the Christmas 2013 episode of Doctor Who when mince pies are in the shops (seriously they are, I've just been to the Co-op.) Christmas trees and a blow-up Father Christmas on the balconies of flats? My friend on Facebook is complaining her neighbour already has her outdoor fairy lights up. Doctor Who, this filming lark is just getting too believable.

Matt, his chair, and a turkey.
So yes, they started late this year. Yes we say that every year, but it does seem that they have left it a bit last minute - especially considering they've had a lot of spare time to film it in. And yes, Matt Smith is wearing a wig. It's a pretty good wig, and I can't really tell the difference, although I was watching from a distance and wasn't there when he came over to do autographs (I had to drive back urgently as my car was booked in for an MOT.) We also missed photos with Jenna. Ah well.

Jenna looks out of the
Tardis.
We left the house at 7.15 am and arrived in Cardiff at about 8.30 am. Rush hour is a real trial, especially when you have to make a detour to get some petrol. When we arrived they had been setting up for some time, and we caught up on the details from the lovely @StreetwiseLee. She told us they'd set the Tardis up and taken it down again, and seemed to be doing something with a red band of material - trying to make it fly while the Tardis de/materialised. There was a lovely crowd of fans out that day; it really makes watching filming that bit more memorable and exciting when everybody is so animated. @ryantfarr also arrived, so the morning shift was complete.

Clara's hat flies off!
They soon rebuilt the Tardis and Jenna (Louise) Coleman was driven up. She stayed in the car for such a long time we thought they'd only been driving crew from the base to the location in it and had ceased to pay attention. The first scene they filmed was Clara running from the direction of the flats to the Tardis and knocking of the door. She's wearing a green hat from a Christmas cracker, and as she runs it flies off her head. They filmed it on the perfect day for this as it was very windy and Jenna was constantly trying to keep the hat on.

Matt and Jenna reunited.
Then Matt Smith arrived. As soon as he climbed out of the car he gave Jenna a big hug and they walked arm in arm towards the crew. Matt proceeded to give several people hugs, which made me wonder if this was the first day he was seeing a lot of the crew as there was far more of a meet-and-greet than normal. The first scene he filmed with Jenna was them leaving the Tardis and heading towards the flats, dialogue was hard to hear due to the distance and the wind but The Doctor appeared to be berating Clara for disliking Christmas.
DOCTOR: You don't like Christmas? Maybe you've not been reading the jokes in the crackers. They're amazing!
The Doctor then holds his arms out wide and they give each other a cutesy hug. It was a very sweet scene.

To the Tardis!
The final scene we saw filmed was Clara bringing an uncooked turkey from the direction of the flats and taking it to the Tardis with the Doctor following along behind. They were obviously trying to make the turkey seem very heavy and for Clara to be struggling to carry it slightly as Matt Smith kept helping her hoik it higher up her body. Again dialogue was difficult to hear,

DOCTOR: You can't keep using the Tardis like this!


Chatting between takes.
After this they broke for lunch and that was our cue to rush back. It was a great day and it was lovely to see Matt before he leaves Cardiff for good. I was disappointed to not be able to get autographs/pictures because despite doing this regularly it's very rare for us to get these and I'd treasure it considering how much of my spare time I devote to following filming around Cardiff. I'm a little scared that there may be very little location filming for this episode, but hopefully we'll see them again!


Rehearsal.

Friday, 6 September 2013

Detritus of an Unorganised Life

This was originally the bag of wires we brought from the flat when we moved. 

Contents: various mobile phone charging wires, one mobile phone (working, missing charger), three packs of playing cards, one colour printer cartridge, Now 62, three juggling balls, 12 six-sided dice in box, four 20-sided dice in a bag, one set of role playing dice in cloth bag, one pregnancy test, one light up thumb, one magnetic coin vanisher, one webcam, one usb plug, two Sherlock Holmes Museum business cards, one rubber, one lidless pen, one card reader. 

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Sunday Silence

LearnerMother, a blogger I really enjoy reading, often posts a "Silent Sunday" blog post. There are no words, just a picture. It's a beautiful concept that a lot of blogs seem to follow and whilst I suspect I won't be start doing it here on She-Goat, I was reminded of it when I started thinking about writing this post and thought it would be appropriate to mention given what I wish to write about.

My boyfriend is a great fan of Barnum Statements, and is generally very interested in cold reading and how people use it (be they psychics or Derren Brown.) These statements are things that sound very personal but actually apply to everyone. I think one example would be: I can often be a chatty person but sometimes I just need time to reflect and be by myself.

Allowing myself time to reflect is one of the most crucial solutions for keeping me feeling sane despite my long battle with depression. My boyfriend and I live (mentally) in different time zones - I'm early to rise and early to bed and he's the opposite. This gives both of us a few hours either at the start or end of the day to settle (we spend the rest of time together as we're both struggling with unemployment.) Don't get me wrong, I adore my boyfriend and selfishly dread when he goes back to work because I'm loving the amount of time we get to spend together but I love these few hours. I've always been a lover of silence (an only child with only my widowed working mother in the house) and delighted in it; noise flusters me and I get more on edge the longer a busy day goes on. These few hours offers me a reset button.

This causes problems occasionally. If I have a few days without that reset button getting pressed (we've had an early start to the day, visitors have come round, or I'm desperately busy trying to organise something mundane like our new house getting a bin delivered.) then slowly my depression wins, and I get more manic with stronger highs and stronger lows and the brain-crunching stupid paranoia sets in (my boyfriend snaps when I forget he's got a headache and put something noisy on, does he hate me? And other ridiculous questions.) and then the anxiety hits and everything is worth crying about and my nails are somehow all chewed even though I don't remember doing it and when did I start rocking?

But a few hours of silence and suddenly the world goes back to being beautiful. I can be antisocial to a fault and I really don't give a shit.