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…)”
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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”
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..”
Not all doom and gloom
The news has gone, it seems, from pretty dispiriting to downright bizarre. I have taken to doom scrolling in bed before breakfast to see what fresh insanity has been unleashed. Lachlan, ever sanguine, is of the view that periodic bursts of bonkers are simply part of the human condition and, like goldfish, we have foundContinue reading “Not all doom and gloom”
Taking the hint
The Gods, it seems, do not want me weeding the garden. Every time I am on the verge of donning Uncle Tommy’s excellent gardening strides the wind whips up to a howling hoolie and it starts to rain. I have mustered three, maybe four, decent days out with my tools since my last confession. (AndContinue reading “Taking the hint”