It has been exceeding vile abroad. Lyra and I have bravely ventured forth every day, but it has not been delightful. The back lane is awash with puddles and the ditches are running lipping full with cold milky tea. By the end of our daily perambulation my finger ends are numb and Lyra is aContinue reading “Rain did not stop play”
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The Christmas Remix
Yesterday was fairly full on! I think I sat down for the first time around 6.30 – and then got up again as there was weary sighing and tutting from the cranberry sauce team about the fire not being lit and the table not being set yet. As I looked around the just wiped downContinue reading “The Christmas Remix”
Christmas Eve
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”
How can it be the 23rd already?
How did this happen? One moment I was ahead of the game, the next practically timed out. Today was the day for food shopping and delivering the last minute by hand cards. Whilst Keith tackled Sainsbury’s, Mum and I took Lyra for a very quick spin around the loch. I then dropped mum off atContinue reading “How can it be the 23rd already?”
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”
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*”
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”
Here we go again, brace yourselves..
‘Tis the first of December and in three weeks and threeAll needs to be readyfor our yuletide jamboreeBut the cake is still just batterthe presents are not boughtthe wreath is still a-growingbut is she overwrought? No reader she is not. In the Seasonal Steeplechase we are barely out of the traces and (to mix myContinue reading “Here we go again, brace yourselves..”