Lots has happened since I last posted - but here is my most memorable story since I started my new job as a children's type worker at a church.

It happened one Sunday, I was preaching about the parable of the seeds being sown. As I finished feeling quite relieved it was over something happened...

I started to detach myself from the radio mike and instead of walking down the steps of the pulpit carefully I went flying over the back of it.

Thankfully I missed the radiator and even though my mike was still open I didn't say anything that would get me into trouble, just a bit of a "hmph" noise was heard throughout the church.

Being the girl I am I picked myself up, picked up my papers and went and sat down - while a lot of people were watching me in shock! All eyes were on me and my eyes were on the ground, hoping it would swallow me up.

I sat down and then, within about 5mins started crying and had to walk out into the kitchen (eyes were quite definitely on me during that walk as well).

So, embarrassing? Yes. But what next? Who can be sure, there is always the possibility that something embarrassing might happen, after all I am Becky Hartwell.

Starting again

when I first typed "starting again" I missed out the "s", so it came out tarting again. Maybe that is more likely.

Haven't blogged in two years so, and I'm sure I have promised this before, I am going to start blogging.

And what is to blame for this sudden interest? Twitter has become my new website to always look at when I look at my emails, several times a day in fact.

But this is my new aim, to blog and share what is happening in my life and in the world. It may not be interesting but it will tell the real stories about the stupid things I do. I don't know if it will involve me "tarting again" though. But maybe if you're lucky...

being ill sucks

ooooooo, woe is me!

I am so ill!

I have had acute tonsillitus and am now on the road to recovery. First it was the fever and the very scary dreams...why when I have fever dreams are they based around maths problems, am I really a geek at heart?

Then came the problem with the food, lets just say I have lost half a stone and am learning how to eat again, pathetic I know.

But maybe I shall actually leave my bed tomorrow and learn what the outside world has to offer. Thank the Lord for antibiotics!

Coursework fun

While I was away at my 18+ weekend I did some of my coursework. We have to do a practical piece and I decided to do something in the film noir genre, with a bit of crime thriller, murder, for good measure. It was a story board but with photos - I can't draw.


It was a bit random, once I had the props of gun, fake blood and fake cigarette I was on my way! So there I was at midnight in a sleepy village encouraging a guy to pretend to shoot a phonebox from his car.


How we weren't arrested or how Ruth didn't fall off the wall (while taking a photo from a high angle!) I'll never know. But it was so much fun, if not a little bit odd! Go to my blogspot if you want to see a photo.

Rats...the dog!

It’s been an eventful week. It’s all been about my dog Rats (yes, it is a silly name but I wanted to call him Toby – not my fault my mum thought he looked like a rat), well, I have some bad news. Don’t worry, he hasn’t died! Unfortunately he has been diagnosed with dog diabetes. Apparently, dogs and cats can only have their diabetes treated through daily insulin injections, and that is what my mum and I have to do.

So every morning at 8.30, we have to find ways of injecting the dog, while trying not to hurt him, lose him or upset him. Have you ever tried to inject a dog daily? It isn’t easy, there should be a sitcom based on it – was there ever a vet sitcom, or just that real life thing with Rolf Harris?

Today’s injections went surprisingly well actually, we warmed the insulin up and got him while he was eating breakfast – he is starting to be wary of anyone coming near him while he is eating cause he thinks he is going to get needled, which he is.

This has affected lots of things though. Firstly, mum and I have to coordinate our diaries so that neither of us are away at the same time – although at the moment it is a bit of a two person job, keeping the dog still while trying to inject him. Also, it means I have to get up at 8am every day (more of a problem when I want a lie in) because he has to be injected (by an aware person) by about 8.30am. I never wanted to get used to being up early but now it seems I have to because of a dog, how stupid is that!

If anyone has any tips on how to inject a dog, swiftly and without problems then let me know, it isn’t easy and I defy anyone who says it is!

It's all go

Well, work has started with a bang, feeling a bit crazy from both my jobs and college all starting again in the same week!

On a happier note I had a great Christmas with lots of games and even laser quest in the garden with my brother in law, the best bits being when in the dark he got caught out by the security light and when the dog attacked him, although he still won, both times.

I spent new year in the city of Brussels (spent the actual big hour in the grand palace square - see picture), went on the Eurostar and stayed in the Hilton Hotel, was all very posh - partly because we went 1st class on the Eurostar. It included free drinks, i.e. Champagne & some top meals. Had foie grass on the way home, but didn't find it hugely appealing, I think I am a bit common! (No surprises for anyone who knows me). The main things that stood out for me on the day we left for London was that on the megabus at 6.30am some girl was sick and just left it in the middle of the bus for the next 2hours, not the most delightful smell! Then during the day I managed to get stuck in a toilet for 5mins! The rest of the trip was brill though. The picture is of me outside the cathedral, looking way too excitable for someone going to a cathedral.


Update on college - still don't think anyone knows my real age, I guess I am now sure that if I wanted to be I could be a great undercover detective. How many detectives would get away with doing an A'level course without anyone realising their real age?

N.B. new years resolution, to get a new & proper career, any suggestions?

am I losing brain cells or am I just stupid?

Had one of those old women moments today, not only did I forget the speed limit of the road I live on, i was doing 30mph on a 40 road and was wondering why everyone was getting away from me! I also had to come back in the house twice cause I kept forgetting things, one of them being the folder for college - the only reason I was leaving the house and the main thing I need for college. But worst of all I tried to lock the door with my car key thing, what I mean is I actually pointed the key at the door and pressed the door lock button. Yes, I am that dense!
Is this all a sign of a developing problem, am I finally hitting old age?

Speaking of old age, I think I am getting away with the 25year old in a class of 16/17yr olds, I don't think any of them know still. I have ahd to watch myself, and not say things like "I was 18 when that film came out..." when everyone knows it came out in like 1999.

My piece of advice for a week - if you are going to make a Christmas tree out of A1 size card, don't think it will look symetrical if you draw it by hand, draw one side, cut it out then fold the card in half and use the outline of what you have done to draw the other side. Oh, what a random life I lead.

random comments!

So I went to the Christian youthwork conference this weekend and there were some problems. Firstly, I got really lost - like an hour out of my and more importantly I forgot something.

Think what the worse thing to forget for a Christian conference.

Give up?

I forgot my bible, so how bad did I look in every session where they said take out your bibles? I didn't know anyone so I couldn't borrow or share - where are the gideons when you need them?

Apart from that I had a cool time, although Eastbourne is so windy that I looked like one of those old women who looks like they are going to fall over because the wind is pushing them over!

Also, I think every Christian has a double. Yes Tom, I mean you! I saw a guy who I thought was my mate Tom, same hair, bag, build, jacket, same way of wearing the bag, hair, jacket. Even same glasses. It was proper scary and I almost talked to him. Luckily I didn't cause it wasn't Tom.

Anyway, sorry for the random-ness but there you go, it was a strange weekend.

uh oh, I'm in trouble...

Now, for those of you who don't know I have been studying at college for an AS in film studies. It is a random hobby being as I am studying with a bunch of 16 year olds (I am 25 don't forget!) and as far as most of them are concerned I am also about 16. Well, all except gay George who has occassionally attended my friends youth group with his friend, I have also been there as a leader and although he seems quite dumb (& oh, so camp - I swear there were no gay boys when I was his age partly due to going to an all girls school, times have changed) I reckon he knows!

Anyway, all was going well in class, none of my issues with fanying boys around the age of 18 (I have a problem with the baby face look) had arisen, a problem I am getting over when...at the start of this half term we had a new boy start. He is, I believe, quite young and a little bit attractive and so the fact that I am old enough to be his auntie is very scary. Thankfully I am wise enough to avoid this young man, however my friend George isn't and seems to have a big crush on him!

So to that new boy in my class (James, I found out by sneaking a look at the register) I say "Thank goodness you are oblivious because if you knew the truth, well, lets not say what it might cause you to do".

If ever the phrase "old enough to know better" needed to be used, this is the time!