the happy little world of miss ktp!

So much for updating this blog more regularly! Yoink!  In a nutshell, life has changed again...  I was made redundant in August, I knew I wasn't happy in my job but it still hit me like a tonne of bricks. I'd been working in the fashion industry for 15years, now the rug had been taken out from under me it gave me the fresh start I obviously needed. I was left with no work or home ties to London and so decided to relocate to the Midlands. I started to apply for jobs and found one that seemed perfect, a studio assistant role on minimum wage, I went for the interview and found out the next day I hadn't got that job, but the boss had wanted to employ me as her PA / Project developer, it was a dream job come true! All that organisation with creative bits thrown in! Huzzah! I've been working there a month and a half and I'm loving it, the people are lovely, the job is great, and the embroidery product is beautiful. Now I'm in a job I love again Positive Parker has sta...

One minute I'm ok, all Positive Parker, being a lockdown lady of leisure... the next I'm in a muddle, feeling totally overwhelmed and being a total Negative Nelly. It's exhausting. I know I'm not the only one feeling like this on an emotional rollercoaster but wow! Friday was a particularly bad one, I got the news I knew would be coming but was clinging onto a tiny (unrealistic) slither of hope that it would be ok, my trip to Berlin with 2 of my Frank Turner Fangirls was cancelled, first the flights, then Frank announced the 4day festival Lost Evenings was cancelled, then I had to sort my hotel cancellation. All 3 of us knew it was coming but it was a sad day, at least we're planning for Lost Evenings 5 to be one hell of a celebration, even if it's in Australia (side note - please don't be in Oz, I can't afford it!!). On top of this my Lewis Capaldi gig in July was cancelled as well as the Kasabian gig in June. As a busy social butterfly I'm fin...

Well we're in this lockdown for at least another 3 weeks so thought I'd try to look on the bright side of life (di dum di dum di dum di dum)... Here are my Things I Love Thursday. 💗 waking up at 9am and not having to get up at 6:45am 💗 time for Headspace 💗 sunshine 💗 opening my curtains to a stunning garden thanks to mum and dad 💗 being able to hug mum and dad any time I want 💗 lunch in the summerhouse with the sound of the waterfall going into the pond 💗 Tommy cuddles 💗 online quizes coming out of my ears 💗 stopping off to watch tiny lambs in the fields for a moment 💗 lots of Zoom catch ups 💗 planning more Zoom catch ups 💗 new projects and new challenges 💗 getting back into puzzle books and colouring in 💗 rocking my new lilac tracksuit loungewear 💗 knowing it's Thursday thanks to Frank Turner doing his weekly live gig on Facebook (missing gigs and wrestling soooo much right now) 💗 the "clap for carers" moment at 8pm every Thursday and seeing th...

I've realised I need to escape to KtPland more than I thought. I'm so lucky that I get to be with my folks and Tommy, but there's only so much of their tv choices and music I can listen to before I find myself moping on the sofa scrolling through Instagram. Now my tv is all set up and I have Netflix in my bedroom I need to start taking myself up there to watch my "trash" programs and catching up on YouTube bits, Jenna Marbles I miss you! I also need to make more use of the summer house for podcasts, reading and letter writing. I've got it in my head that I don't like my own company so I need to be around everyone all the time, but maybe I don't,  maybe I do need "me time" every now and then.  Right the sun's out, I've got my book, Grazia and a cuppa, I'm off to chill. Ttfn x

Feeling weird today. Woke up today with that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. The past week has kind of felt like I was just on holiday and that everything would be back to normal in a week or so. I feel like it's just hit me again that we have no idea how long this will go on for and although I have my folks around me and friends online I just feel so very very lonely and isolated. Lots of people are happy staying in and relaxing but I'm missing my gigs, the wrestling, eating out, going to the pub and seeing lots of different people along the way. I've had some video chats, Houseparty games, Zoom silliness and phone calls but they're just not the same. I know there's nothing I can do about it and I just sound like a Moaning Minnie but I just needed to get it off my chest. Bleugh. Ttfn x

I feel like I've made a bit of peace with this whole situation now, I've stopped being the stroppy "life's not fair" teenager. Ok I'm not seeing my mates, I'm single, I'm not in London, I can't go to my gigs / wrestling / pub... but I do get to hang out with my folks and have family time, which I wouldn't normally get with my busy 24/7-must-do-as-much-as-possible social life. Thankfully I get on so well with them (even though dad and I know how to wind each other up in seconds!) and it's actually quite nice being with them, and it's 10000000000000000000 times better than being on my own and stuck in a room in a flatshare in London. I've managed to make my old bedroom feel more like my space, all that's left to do is paint my walls pink, the ceiling blue, put up all my old Steps posters and hang CDs from the ceiling and we're sorted! The other big thing I've done is set myself a little weekly planner. I've realis...

Wednesday sucked, there's nothing else to say about that matter. Mum and I drove down to pack up my life, most to go into storage, some to come back with me. The bigger bits we've had to leave there for the new people, we'd hoped to sell bits or take other bits to the tip but due to the lockdown we can't do either. Even though it took over 8 hours it still felt rushed trying to pack up 4 years of living in that house. It hurt more than anything saying bye to the house and Adam and knowing I won't get to be there on moving day, for Adam and I to support each other through it, or be able to put my own stuff into storage when they come tomorrow. After 1.5 years of everything dragging on, the end of it has just felt horribly rushed and abrupt. As of today I woke up to the news that the government have advised house moves go on hold. We're still pushing and hoping that it'll continue, but they have said that if anyone in the chain shows signs of the virus we h...

...you wait almost 2 years for a post, then 2 come along at the same time. Well after BoJo's statement last night of STAY AT HOME.... I stayed at home... and cried. I'm still at my parents but don't have enough clothes (cue a miserable time on ASOS, who knew I'd ever not enjoy online shopping?!), didn't have enough meds to stay up here indefinitely and also wasn't sure if the move was still happening, "just a little bump in the road", not sure how many more little bumps I can take tbh. This morning, after not much sleep, things are a bit clearer. The Drs are sending me a prescription to a local pharmacy, the removal men are still scheduled to come Saturday and the move is still going ahead for 9th April it seems. Now just the hurdle of packing my stuff up. I think tomorrow Dad and I are going to have to drive down and spend the day packing boxes for storage and bags to take back to my folks. The family that I was planning to rent my room from ...

Well it's been a while hasn't it... wonder if anyone will even read this?! Hellooooooooo out there! I never thought that when I'd dust off this old blog it would be in such different circumstances. Since my last post in 2018 my life has totally flipped upside down. To cut a mega long story short.... - Adam and I have split up, we're still really good mates and there for each other but just not as husband and wife. It was such a heart-breaking decision but it's the right one. - We put our house up for sale about a year and a half ago and thanks to Brexit (anyone remember when that was all anyone spoke about?!) and muppets trying to get mortgages they couldn't afford we had 4 sales fall through... we're currently on our 5th sale which (touch wood) is completing April 9th (virus permitting). - Tommy has gone to live with my folks, it was such a hard decision to know what to do but at least we know he's being well looked after (read totally spoilt), ...