And lo – the cakes were iceth

Normal service has partially resumed. Mum and I have both been too mired in the great unpacking for the sake of our sanity, so we headed out to walk the dog first thing to get a bit of air and, possibly, a touch of perspective. It was a lovely bright morning, with just a touchContinue reading “And lo – the cakes were iceth”

Home Again Home Again Joggety Jog

After yesterday’s cultural endeavours (the ballet was fantastic, though I was so tired I had to soak my head in the loos in the interval to make sure I didn’t miss anything), we were back on the train home again today. There had been talk of Christmas shopping in the morning, but I had aContinue reading “Home Again Home Again Joggety Jog”

London bound

So today we are down in London for a trip to the ballet with our chum Anne. We pulled in at Kings Cross just after one and, more pertinently, ten minutes after my train book was finished. This was just about perfect, allowing for a little “after think.” Since then, we have chatted the chat,Continue reading “London bound”

De profundis

It was awful. Men were trapped under wardrobes. Chairs were multiplying in quiet corners. There were lids with no pans and other pans with no lids, but definitely not those lids – oh no. I shall say no more until my next venting* *scheduled for tomorrow Anyway, I am done. Totally frazzled. Whatever plans IContinue reading “De profundis”

Fourteen and ready to explode

I was a seething mass of tension all day today. Blowed if I know why, but it was just like the dread that would come over me on a Sunday when I knew work had been pinging in minute by minute all weekend and myriad deadlines were imminent. Even the walk round the lake withContinue reading “Fourteen and ready to explode”

Lucky for some

Never listen to triskadekaphobics; the thirteenth has been delightful. We had a pretty pink dawn which, in spite of gurning shepherds, simply heralded a bright and breezy day. We were up, bacon sarnied and out with the dog before Jack Robinson could be declaimed. Down in the woods, the worst of the mud had driedContinue reading “Lucky for some”

The bell tolls twelve

In a desperate attempt to fit everything in Keith and I dashed off first thing to choose Christmas trees. We got slightly lost en route and had to phone for directions from a lay-by on the Abbotsford back road. A quick u-ie had us back on track and after that all passed smoothly. The treesContinue reading “The bell tolls twelve”

The elves of elf*

*German for eleven – I couldn’t come up with anything involving legs or oceans I had another fairly awful night, bedevilled by burning sinuses and thoughts of building projects going awry and surplus wardrobes filling up the street to the alarm of the lieges of Coldstream. Glaring grumpily at my coffee I resolved to dealContinue reading “The elves of elf*”