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”
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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”
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..”
Slip sliding away
We are in welly season. We celebrated Lyra’s 6th birthday with a sunny walk along the river in Norham only to find that the “low road” had been converted into a foot deep duck superhighway. Choosing the better part of valour, for once, Mum and I took the high road rather than wade through. EvenContinue reading “Slip sliding away”
from dreaming spires to forest pyres
The beginning of the month brought a spectacular downpour. Lyra was all for waiting it out and retreated to the spot under the table that is just out of easy reach for a woman with a lead. However, when faced with the smell of a venison twisty bar found herself unable to resist. We thenContinue reading “from dreaming spires to forest pyres”
A conflagration of leaves
My tale commences on a wet and windy trip to Norham a couple of weeks ago for essential bacon supplies. Lyra expressed the view that she was happy just to stay in the car and listen to the radio whilst I stocked up, with a view to heading straight back to the fire and theContinue reading “A conflagration of leaves”
Lazarus speaks…
I have had this godawful cold/virus for over a fortnight now and only in the last couple of days have I felt even borderline human (as opposed to the land based kin of a race of spluttering green slime monsters from the depths of the Mindanao trench). Keith’s been fairly poorly as well and betweenContinue reading “Lazarus speaks…”