Like many families, we were split up at Christmas and Ishbel missed out on the traditional Christmas dinner and her usual Boxing Day birthday celebrations (indeed she worked an extra shift at the hospital). We posted down a stocking, a mini cake and a few odds and ends but promised when she was able toContinue reading “The peonies are almost out, it must be Christmas”
Christmastide is nearly over. (It is not truly over until all the new Christmas socks and knickers have been worn, the last of the Christmas cake munched and the final, loathsome, soft centres consumed or binned – we still have a way to go on these fronts). The tree has, however, been wrestled outside leavingContinue reading “Once more with feeling”
Between the celebratory bookends of Christmas Day/Boxing Day and Hogmanay/New Year’s Day I have successfully rebooted the Ruthven system by switching myself off and then on again. Several days of barely cooking have passed and, somewhat astonishingly, the leftovers from the gargantuan turkey and slightly more reasonably sized ham are largely all used up. AsideContinue reading “Rebooting”
After the catering marathon that is Christmas Day (we decided to do it the usual way notwithstanding numbers were down), Boxing Day was declared a day of rest (after I had washed the pans). Everyone made their own turkey sandwich of choice for breakfast and Lachlan and I tootled off with Lyra for a walkContinue reading “Boxing and Coxing”
T finally arrived. Here is our Christmas in pictures. I hope everyone had a lovely day. We still have not made space for pudding, but tomorrow is another day.
I have finally sat down with a gin and tonic and my feet are gently throbbing. However, I think the initiative has been regained. Monkey’s jumper is complete – so that’s the most important thing done. Wrapping paper has been plastered on anything that looked like it might be a present and some that didContinue reading “T-1”
Yesterday was a wash, literally, it rained like billyo all day. Productivity was also irretrievably dented when Keith and the printer/scanner fell out. An hour and a half of wrestling with it sent him into a thorough crimp. The fact that it then worked after switching the machine off and on again merely added insultContinue reading “Sit Rep T-1.9”
The trip to Perth yesterday afternoon was most educational. I learned three things Keith has an insufficiency of playlists and Julie Covington for a whole album is a bit depressing. neither of us can work the sat nav in my new mini. It refused to accept the desired post code, substituted another and spent theContinue reading “Sit rep T-3”