Today was my going to the big(ish) City for fancy stuff and grooming day (as to which more below) and after a day of foraging rather than baking, progress now stands as follows: The trip to town started swimmingly, with me actually securing a space in the station car park and then managing to getContinue reading “Drum roll, 12 Inches cut off”
Monthly Archives: December 2024
No pipers piping – the icing was all done yesterday!
Day 11 and I am somewhat pooped. Last night was the second of a typical three day insomnia fest. Nights aren’t half long when you remain conscious and rumbling about with what can only be described as random spam running through your brain. Thankfully, a spin around the coo circular in close to freezing temperaturesContinue reading “No pipers piping – the icing was all done yesterday!”
10 special reruns
The nearest I can offer to a leaping lord is Keith, who is in physio this evening. He could be leaping…. Mum went home to Selkirk today to do important Christmas things. (Mum being absent, Lyra now considers herself abandoned and sat woefully by her chair at dinner , wondering who would give up halfContinue reading “10 special reruns”
No dancing, but some prancing.
The rain deigned to stop this morning. Dog walking and gardening therefore resumed. As a result, Christmas Elfery was limited to the hour or so between peeling off the muddy gardening clothes and our penultimate pilates class of the year (which, as mum is at great pains to point out, is one more than sheContinue reading “No dancing, but some prancing.”
The milk maids are getting truculent
Another day of dismal weather and no prospect of getting out has left me grouchy. I suspect my normal, less Grinch-like, demeanour is at least 50 per cent down to getting a good distance from my nearest and dearest but with the rain set to permanent we are all lurking in the house at muchContinue reading “The milk maids are getting truculent”
On track at last
The weather having brought to us by Darragh (or more likely Noah) it was an indoors sort of a day. So in honour of this brief moment of getting back on track – here are the day 7 Swans a Swimming. Keith’s football match was cancelled and so he is inching home on a reluctantContinue reading “On track at last”
six moos a haying*
With the geese departed to their winter homes, a substitution was required for day six and the Hirsel coos were willing to form a sextet…. Keith was off to Nottingham today for a football match. I had great plans for progress whilst he was away but I fear they mostly did not materialise. My onlyContinue reading “six moos a haying*”
Four golden rings, one tree and a small rectangle
Today rose bright and sunny. What the blazes is going on? It is December, I repeat, December. Leaving the quartermaster in charge of securing more eggs and evaporated milk, Mum and I took Lyra for a walk round the back of the loch. Half way round we hit the olfactory heights of fox. We triedContinue reading “Four golden rings, one tree and a small rectangle”
The calling birds are on hold
Four days in…. So what on earth did we do?? Well we went to mum’s new house in Coldstream and spent at least an hour measuring walls and doors and planning their relocation. We then spent a happy hour in the gallery wondering if mum had enough pictures. I was all set to make cakesContinue reading “The calling birds are on hold”
Three French Hems
Day 3 – the Great Leap Forward remains elusive. I awoke feeling the after effects of yesterdays pilates. Nonetheless, after only two warm up coffees I did at least 80 per cent. of my physio exercises (no headless gift rodents today – perhaps they are contingent on completing the pelvic floor routine) and donned myContinue reading “Three French Hems”