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When you open the curtains and see frost on the ground The sun just poking through the trees that have yet to lose the last of their leaves. White tops along the hedge Hearing frost melting off trees and dripping onto the grass Seeing your own breath when you breathe out. Knowing you have no plans for the whole weekend and intend to go nowhere
Well actually it doesn’t begin now, some of it starts in January. “Done my Christmas shopping in the January sales. Saved loads of money” Oh give over. I can’t even begin to discuss that one. The rest of it starts in about August as the bigger shops clear away all the summer furniture the Christmas displays start. Things start creeping into the house. Lists get written.
TEAM HONK IS BACK BABY Can you believe that this time last year the relay was still just a map on my coffee table and that Annie, Penny and I were on the verge of calling the whole thing off as we couldn’t see how we could ever pull off getting a single baton from Lands End to John O Groats. We didn’t pull it off though because whilst
Am I allowed to say “Back by popular demand”? Since people have said “Oohhh… Ranty Friday is back, I loved it” when I did one last week I have decided to bring it back again. So here goes. This is probably going to be a controversial one this week and I might regret this but here goes. All week, on Twitter, #CameronMustGo has been trending. Well it might
A month ago today I shared that I was taking part in a stranger swap. Well obviously it is not about swapping an actual stranger, that would be a logistical nightmare. But this was something organised by Oh Comely magazine and involved signing up, saying a little bit about yourself and then waiting for the bods at Oh Comely to match you with another participant. My first blog
Leftover turkey and ham pie If you are anything like me you will have bought a turkey that barely fits in the oven and now you are wondering what to do with all the leftovers. This year has been a weird year for knowing how many to cater for but when it comes to the turkey I always make sure there is lots for Boxing Day and onwards. You see, I
. What? Yes dear reader. You heard me. In just five minutes you can be eating warm freshly made cake. From a mug. And it couldn’t be more simple. I made a couple yesterday and took one round to my granny for tea. Let me tell you, it takes some explaining to a granny who is used to doing things properly. “In the
It’s back Baby. Ranty Friday has been brought back for a couple of weeks. I actually planned to bring it back this week as I saw something in the paper last weekend that made me rage. And then, as often happens, something else came along to supercede it and so the original idea is parked. A few people have also told me they missed my Ranty Fridays so
Another great theme for The Gallery this week and one that will no doubt be filled with lots of shots of book bags, dinners and really cute children. Or parents freezing on rugby touchlines on a Sunday morning. Sadly none of those scenarios really feature on my parenting radar these days. Driving round the M25 to an event that includes the teens though, well that does. Increasingly
The older I get the more I realise it is the small things that really make me happiest. No longer is it the grand gestures or events that have taken months to organise. Nope. It is the little every day things that make my heart sing. This was really brought home to me this weekend when I bought the little milk bottle above. An insignificant little thing, that cost
I am a huge fan of Micro Scooters and have written about them before, most notably here: Micro Scooters and the humble apology where I had to apologise after I was a tad disparaging. Since then I have come to love everything Micro Scooter do and they have been huge supporters of Team Honk. When they approached me this year and asked if I would like to
Technically I am not allowed to mention Christmas at home until after Ellie’s birthday tomorrow, 16th November. But this post is not being written at home, it is being written at my inlaw’s house so I am not actually mentioning Christmas at home and therefore, well I think I get away with it, don’t you? Do you remember when advent calendars were a single flimsy piece of cardboard and very