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Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Gagging, Robin & Jolene

This blog mainly was inspired by a VGF at work. I have in fact hi jacked her from my sister, we do lunch at work on occasion. She's a hoot. We've both been navigating the new boyfriend scene together over the last year or so and swap stories that can be so similar at times. However I think she might have just trumped me. Both chaps are health/exercise junkies but hers definitely trumps mine. His love is a bike. So great is this love for his bike Jolene that her own photo as his screeensaver has been bumped off his phone for, you guessed it, Jolene the bike. It sounds like Jolene has a personality and is moving in on my mates chap. She needs to arm herself with nails and a puncture kit and show them to Jolene next time she comes around.


Robins are a special bird to me. They were my mothers' favourite, she did a great impression of one and knew bizarre facts such as their aggressive territorial nature and their sound they make when defending their said territory. In our old house I had a family of robins live in our garden but since moving we don't seem to see them anymore. Call it sentimental but I always felt that I was watched over when I saw a Robin, particularly when they had a habit of popping up when you were having a hard time. A programme featuring robins came on the tv last night and I burst into tears. How wet am I?

Gagging - C'mon ladies we've all done it. In this instance it was rife. It was strong,  it was over in a heart beat but the experience is still with me now. Grating a shit load of Parmesan for the tonnes of parsnips that are going to be coated in them for said Christmas Day banquet left me reeling all night. The smell permeated every floor of the house and I actually woke up gagging.

For the rest of the week I have the following to look forward to. More Parmesan! Star pa and wifey arriving for a long stay, wrapping presents, cooking, shopping, a gig, a birthday and girls night out.

Thursday, 8 December 2011

Rocking the Christmas Spirit

My darling sister has tagged me. Perfect timing as I am in FULL CHRISTMAS SPIRIT ( apologies for shouting but I'm excited ) We have had 15th Annual convention of wreath making society. That first glass of mulled wine has never tasted so good, especially when it's rocking up a gale outside. To accompany said evening the essential ingredient is the Music. So I hit the old Spotify account and  queue 'em up. To be made to choose a fave out of all of those titles is just criminal. I'm an old school girl at heart currently working the retro black eye liner, red lippy and pencil skirt look which moment should give you an indication of which era I am heading. I pause briefly over Phil Spectres Christmas sounds - The Ronnettes, The Crystals but continue on back onto the depths of time. Could it be Bing? Could we go Classical? I think we shall have to settle for this one. Get yourself a large sherry, mince pie and a blanket. Go Christmas!



Tagging continues to these choice few - Betty the Wood Fairy, Auntie Gwen, Sarah Maison CupCake, Fenn girl, Reddskinygal. Cmon ladies who will you be roacking ot this Christmas

Saturday, 3 December 2011

Dogs, Shouty Monday and Washing machine wank,

First blog of the Christmas month is short and sweet. I have taken 5 mins out (ok it ended up being half hour from the domestic goddess chores) just to forward a website I recently discovered to a friend who also likes to make stuff for Christmas.

This site is so up my street!

I know I have left it a bit late for the Orange Liqueur but is on my to do list as is Turkish delight. I would also have ago at doing the Christmas Pudding Cake Pops but it gave me flash backs to my jewellery making days and the year we introduced novelty stuff ( never again.) With the Annual Wreath making just around the corner there will be much foraging for stuff this weekend.

The rest of the day will be spent unblocking drains - glam
Cleaning bathrooms - more so
Making beds - love fresh sheets, they were in desperate need
Waxing just about my entire face not the floor
Lady garden pruning
Food shopping - groan
Christmas shopping
Trying to get in mood for Hot Date
Speaking to bank about my LOST BIRTH CERTIFICATE! - Yes you know who you are! ( might leave that till Shouty Monday?)

I have already had banter with the Butcher, the Post Office ( over lost post ) and chastised the dog for running off, collected a ton of dog shit from the back garden and groaned when the white came out of washing machine covered in washing machine wank. I just know that at the end of the day there is a large glass of something yum with my name on it. Welcome to my world.