I have just sat down, for the first time today. Mum took on solo dog walking today so that I could catch up with myself. As she set off I rolled up my sleeves. By the time she staggered back, having gone much too far, and taken it at a positive sprint because “the dogContinue reading “Christmas Eve”
Category Archives: baking and cooking
Apologies to my Druidical followers
Yesterday was, in the greater part, spent lugging boxes around and by the end of the day, after a brief segue into Christmas granola making, I was absolutely whacked. I was, as they say, neither use nor ornament. I spent the evening in bed with a cooking sherry, a bar of chocolate and an improvingContinue reading “Apologies to my Druidical followers”
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”
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 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*”
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”
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”