I just saw Santy on the train. He’s sitting behind me as I type. Well, not directly behind me - more kind of to the left and back four rows. Our eyes met as I hoisted my bag onto the overhead storage. I smiled, immediately. How could I not? It’s definitely him! He has the … Continue reading He’ll Think It’s Christmas Already
Christmas
Our Lights Were Out By 11pm
I felt a strange feeling brewing on New Year's Eve - and it wasn't Christmas-over-indulgence-related. More foreboding. Heavy. I felt grinch-like, throwing the eyes up like Ebenezer Scrooge any time I got a message of good New Year cheer. Bah, humbug. Our lights were out by 11pm. I was wondering if middle-age cynicism, which I'm … Continue reading Our Lights Were Out By 11pm
Mind Your Marbles
So a few things happened recently. I've been feeling a little bit totally knackered. Like, floored. The kind of tired you can only be in the run up to Christmas I suppose. It's been one of my first questions to friends I've bumped into - 'I'm tired - are you tired?' And, given their answers, … Continue reading Mind Your Marbles
Time-Swallowing Toddlers
Time is a trickster. It is flying and standing still, all at once. I know - Christmas is always busy. But this year it had been driving my mind bezerk. And I obviously had all the signs of it too. I mean, you know you're a hot mess when the person working the till at … Continue reading Time-Swallowing Toddlers
Christmas Cake Ticks All The Boxes
Could I feel any more smug after making my Christmas cake? It's sitting outside in the kitchen as I type - wrapped in foil, in a tin, in the press. (Don't ask, but you don't put Christmas cake in a 'cupboard', you put it in a 'press'). The creation is officially my pride and joy … Continue reading Christmas Cake Ticks All The Boxes
A Day Out – In Hospital
We had a little bit of a Christmas Horribilis. I don't like to say it, I hate giving into negativity, I know our problems are relative. But sometimes you have to throw the towel at it, sit back and have a good moan (and some tears. I'll be honest, there were tears). If you're squeamish, … Continue reading A Day Out – In Hospital
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