It's been a turbulent year of twists and changes, ash clouds and floods, yo-yo diets and much ranting. I rather suspect that 2011 will hold much of the same, hopefully without the ash cloud.
Way back in January, a good place to start the year I feel, I decided to change my blog name, out went the Very Bored Housewife and in came Very Bored in Catalunya, there were two reasons for this, firstly I wanted my blog title to reflect where I was in the world - task accomplished, and secondly to dispel the myth that I was some kind of soft porn site - this task was not accomplished but, being thought of as a red hot porn star did give me some good blog fodder; never look a gift horse in the mouth! A brand and a donkey were born and the housewife never looked back. January also saw me dust of my poetry hat and lament about good old blighty and all the things I missed.Elsewhere in the real world John Terry was shagging his best mate's missus and I was musing over a hen-do invite in Birmingham, wondering if I'd reached the stage in life where I start to look like Liz MacDonald, and Joseph was refusing to do number twos on the loo. Only one of those things has changed!
February inevitably came and with it a bit of Spanish winter sun, this prompted an unseasonal bout of sunburn and a run in with the local mad grannies. A quiet month with me refusing to buy into Valentine's Day and t'husband finally returning to work after the closed fishing season, those two things were very probably related.
March saw the world go Glee mad, not me though and my controversial post saying as much split the blogging world in two. Once I'd recovered from the death threats I found solace in allies of a different kind - the don't bother much down there kind, as many a kindred spirit admitted to their pubic failings. The month however ended much as it had started; with a war. This time it was the ever-raging Marmite versus Vegemite feud that just keeps on going. That big volcano that no-one can pronounce or spell decided to spill it's guts in April wreaking havoc on the world, and for a short while making the Very Boreds rather concerned for our financial future. It wasn't a good month for us as we had flooding issues as well to deal with. I nervously declared my need to cull and was met with much surprise approval.
May saw me culling again, not blogs in my reader though - clothes! A quiet month for my blog as I was back in the UK for a fortnight, but I was finally signed off from the doctors following my Partial Molar Pregnancy so I pondered the issues of trying to conceive again after multiple miscarriages.
World Cup Fever was upon us in June and a heartfelt plea from me fell on deaf and stupid and shit ears (not bitter), still every cloud has a silver lining eh, and what better place to watch Spain win the world cup than deepest, darkest Catalonia. Ah right, that would be anywhere then! Catalonia was busy making the news elsewhere being one of the first places in Europe to ban the Burqa and producing phalluses at every turn.
It was Fiesta time in our village in July and trust me that is not always a good thing. The person behind the donkey decided to reveal herself and everyone was talking bull as our region was the first in Spain to ban Bullfighting. The now world famous parenting guide was written and I proclaimed that I don't blog to make money, a good job really seeing as I've made diddly squat.
The stifling heat of August saw the family Very Bored hot tail it back to Yorkshire for some much needed cold and rain. A night out in Leeds provided some bizarre blog fuel and an incident at our local swimming pool had me squirming and blessing my foreignness. Vegemite Vix dreamt up the Tribal Wives series and I pitched in with my Catalan version.
September and I had ears on my mind, mine were growing! My porn star status was making me giggle, TV adverts were making me rant, Joseph's car thief track-suit was making me very confused and an imminent visit from the in-laws was making me unusually house-proud.October saw the donkey get serious and declare herself a shit mum, back the No-Nestlé campaign and highlight ways to be more socially aware about your shopping. Normal service was resumed when much to the horror of other bloggers I decided to out some of our female lies, luckily very few menfolk read this blog so I may just have got away with it. I also shared Joseph's new found fondness of the word Testicles. You'll be pleased to know that we've moved on from that and t'husband has (for some unknown reason) taught him the phrase 'purple helmet', just in time for our trip back to the UK at Christmas. God love him!
What will the rest of December bring? Who knows... and as for 2011, hopefully more fun and frivolity and maybe, fingers crossed, a successful pregnancy.
How was your year?
