*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*”
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Double trouble
We are into double figures. 10 December and my special seasonal spidey-sense of being one step behind has finally arrived. The diary is filling up (tragically more with carpet fitters, electricians and house movers than parties, though these are starting to sneak in too and there is also a cultural trip to the ballet toContinue reading “Double trouble”
Nine but no whine (this time…)
A very quick and scratchy one today as it is prodigiously late. The weather has been foul. We walked poor Lyra in siling rain this morning. To the floofster’s credit she sallied forth without excessive dragging and limited her expression of disapproval to shaking the water from her coat the back seat of the car,Continue reading “Nine but no whine (this time…)”
Eight not great
I had such high hopes for today *Sniffs forlornly*. I was up just after seven and getting ready to go to the early pilates class. Mum volunteered to walk Lyra whilst I was out. Everything was set for peak productivity for the rest of the day. And it just didn’t happen. Well the pilates didContinue reading “Eight not great”
Snippety Seven
It is with some relief that I can report that the commencement of today’s record of Christmastide merriment began with the cheerful whoop of a cork being removed. Abstinence has been narrowly averted. In a move of particular specialness, Keith threw out the corkscrew yesterday on the grounds that it, and most certainly not he,Continue reading “Snippety Seven”
Knocked for six
Not going to lie I’m feeling a bit feek and weeble today. We walked the pooch in the murk and then I settled in to mince pie making, having received representations about the insufficiency of supplies yesterday. As I was rolling the pastry I felt positively wobbly. Obviously I continued and achieved the epic successContinue reading “Knocked for six”
Day five distractions
A need to forage for something to cook with on Saturday took us to Norham this morning. The butcher’s window was festooned with fairy lights and festive papier maché pigs were standing guard over jolly painted cakes. Inside there was much chat of spousal gifting talents (Wendy’s Iain is clearly head and shoulders above theContinue reading “Day five distractions”
Day four: a leap forward in Christmas stockings.
After a series of dire nights, I actually slept reasonably well yesterday and trotted down to the kitchen feeling quite bobbish, only to find Keith and Mum, having heard the hacking and coughing in the bathroom, making plans for my funeral eulogy. Frankly it sounded a bit disappointing – I’m not sure I’ll hang aroundContinue reading “Day four: a leap forward in Christmas stockings.”
Three’s the charm
Well like the curate’s egg, the day was good in parts. This is a quick update because my sinuses are in revolt and sleep seems to happen in 2 hour increments between phases of asphyxiation. If I go to bed soon I can perhaps patchwork a nights sleep between the Vicks application, desperate earache triggeredContinue reading “Three’s the charm”
Digging Diversion
Day 2 was hijacked. I started off tremendously, getting up fairly early even though I had sat up late appliquéing legs onto an embroidered sheep (and, with hindsight I should have banked another half hour’s sleep and stopped at two rather than going for the full four as it now looks like a cross betweenContinue reading “Digging Diversion”