Tuesday, 23 December 2008
I can't bear it. Seriously. What way is it to teach our youngsters that hundreds of pounds worth of electronic games and plastic tat is the future?
Or that a a huge pile of gifts on the tree mean your parents love you more than the child down the road.
Pah! We're not going in for any of that - Santa included, and this year we have been eco-conscious and frugal, handmaking all of our gifts from chutneys to jewellery to candle holders. Balls to the apparent lure of 'Half Price Sale Now On' and chuff-off to the 'How much have you spent on your daughter then?' folks who are too nosy for their own good.
Even our wrapping paper is brown parcel paper stamped with snowflakes and decorated with paper string - all compostable. Whether people will compost or recycle it is another matter...
Plus, our daughter is three on Boxing Day, so how much is that a confusing time for her? We have gone for making her birthday a big party day and Christmas a nice quiet family day, with games, lots of good food and quality time and a nice walk to look at the seasonal things we can find.
We have bought her books, a jigsaw, a bike and some lovely handmade gifts from the gorgeous ladies on the GP forum. I shall endeavour to get some photies on here later.
And....AND I even have crochéted a scarf for my girl - all lovely in mint with fury tassley bits on the ends. Most proud I am and can't wait for her to see it.
Sunday, 14 December 2008
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Thursday, 27 November 2008
I am now almost 11 weeks pregnant with our second child and feeling grimmer than Grimsby on a very grim day :(
My bowel condition has flared up massively which is leaving me rather housebound, not to mention incredibly guilty that I can't look after my gorgeous girl properly.
She has been a total star, and has told me: "It's ok mummy. You're my best girl and I will take care of you!" So in between vomiting, being adhered to the loo and feeling grim, I have also been in floods of tears at her sheer sweetness.
Weather is not helping I don't think. My poor chickens are miffed with the constant wind and rain and are starting to shed a few feathers. I keep boiling up lots of veggie scraps and pureéing it for them to keep them happy.
Hubby has been a superstar and taken over most jobs including the kitchen - I cannot bear to be looking in the fridge and seeing what to cook, and I'm sure my cravings of pickled onion juice and fizzy sherbert sweets are not
what my family would fancy for dinner!
I am making home-made pizza for dinner tonight though, but I think that's only because I actually want to eat it. Last night it was a strange concoction of tuna steaks (for him), garlic mushrooms and steamed Brussel sprouts with a baked potato.
Hmmm all that talk of food has got me thinking about a nice big Double Decker...can feel another dispatching-of-husband-to-the-shop coming on!
Saturday, 18 October 2008
And a lovely silver bracelet, with alternate rose quartz and amethyst stones.
Very productive! That, and I have re-arranged all of busy child's toy area so that we can actually get through and access things.
Chickens are most disallusioned with the wet weather and have a good old cluck cluck at me, waiting for a handful of fresh green grass.
So we're having an in-afternoon, with jigsaws, cake and Daddy building bricks. Bless him.
Sunday, 12 October 2008
Thursday, 18 September 2008
Firstly, I was running late. Yes I KNOW that I am ALWAYS late for everything and anything, but this genuinely wasn't my fault. Honestly.
After the husband's omission of his mobile phone, which continuously trilled the annoying ring tone it throws out at 20 decibels, he remembered that he had left his phone at home, while he was 20 miles away.
I had to then wait for husband's colleague to call on his way to work for the phone.
Which, inevitably delayed me leaving the house. Then, child as unbelievable sweet and beautiful as always, needed a poo, I was running about 10 minutes behind.
After telephoning the dentist's surgery, and finding their answer machine on as per usual - they never answer the phone during surgery hours. Great customer care and very helpful. I think not.
Anyhooooo, I dashed into the surgery, where the receptionist (who looked like she should have been in a heavy metal band) was on the telephone. After a few minutes of waiting, it became obvious that this was a personal call, involving her son and college and something to do with credits for a course.
She then paused her telephone call, to hold her hand up to me a la Jerry Springer show-style, and say she needed to re-book me as I missed my slot.
Quietly seething and suddenly wanting to jab her in the eye with the pencil she was writing with, I stood waiting while she actually carried on with her private phonecall!
I muttered several words about her being a heinous something or other and marched out.
One stark and ranting letter to the surgery of complaint, and I felt rather less angry and refreshed. She could have at least spoken to me to explain why I couldn't be seen, or at least had the bloody manners to not conduct personal phonecalls in work time.
Might need to find a new dentist now. Hmmmm....
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
which has almost gone. Sod the 'leave for four to six weeks to mature for best flavours' aye alright then, that certainly wasn't going to happen in our house. "Please have some more chut-en-ay mummy!" from child, surprisingly. I thought it might have been a bit too tart for her, but she loved it. With fresh Tiger bread and chunks of cheese. Bloody lovely!
And then we made some yummy gingerbread people,
who taste lovely. I think I ate most of the icing sugar, hence the sparsely-decorated other tray of gingerbread I didn't photograph...
We also saw the Red Arrows take off from Blackpool Airport on Saturday. Pixie snored her way through the lot, but it was great to see for those of us who stayed awake.
The pictures are pretty cack to be honest. By the time we had got the camera ready, the Arrows had formed into threes and were ready for take off, the camera batteries died.
I had the idea of using my mobile phone's camera, but could I get it right? Could I sherbert. The camera vision is back to front somehow, and I could only see buildings, which were nowhere near the planes. I got seriously confused and I spent most of the take-off spectacular, fiddling and didn't take one picture - I couldn't find the planes through the camera and it was a true imbecile moment for me. Good job DH has the mental capacity to press 'take' on the camera and get a good picture. More than his bird-brain wife...
Friday, 22 August 2008
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
1 cup of day-old bread, toasted and cubed
4 large organic tomatoes, roughly chopped
1 cucumber, peeled and seeded - I just wanged the whole lot in ;)
1/2 red pepper, seeded and chopped
1/2 small onion, chopped
1 clove of garlic, chopped
1 tablespoon of balsamic vinegar
2 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil
1/2 teaspoon of salt (optional)
freshly ground pepper to taste
Save about a 1/4 cup of the bread, tomatoes, cucumber, red pepper and onion. Whizz the rest of everything in a blender or processor until you get the consistency you like. Chill for one hour, and then serve, scattering some of the saved ingredients for the top. Yum yum yum!
Sunday, 17 August 2008
Today was a great day. Hubby had golf cancelled due to a very soggy course, so we got Daddy all day to ourselves.
Saturday, 16 August 2008
I think perhaps, that is the only occasion I have been on time in my whole life. Seriously.
Don't get me wrong, I don't intentionally set out to be late, it just kind of happens.
Take work for example. I only work three days a week (soon to be two days), and start at 10.00hrs - so really, I shouldn't have any issues with being on time. But I always do.
Even if I set the alarm clock to get me out of bed at 03.00hrs, guaranteed, I would be late.
I end up in such a flap, rushing around, chasing child over a mountain of toys to help her to dress and brush her teeth, manage to jump in the shower...only for child to kindly have stripped off again and gatecrash my only two minutes of peace in to declare: "My want to shower with Mummy! Yes, I coming in, yes I am. Don't say I not!"
Who am I to argue?
So, hence the delays of child, dog requiring this that and the other, hens needing food and water for the day and me, forgetting everything (including shoes on one occasion...don't even ask) - I am without fail, always late.
I would like to think it is an endearing quality sometimes, but often, I bet people get really narked with me. Hubby always plans for my rubbish attempts at being on time, and tells me if he's taking me out, to be ready half an hour before I need to be ready. Although I have cottoned on to this one, and still manage not to be on time.
I will promise to work on this shortfall though - I think even I am getting annoyed by it!
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Saturday, 9 August 2008
Just been for a lovely rainy walk, and managed to find some lovely blackberries on the way, so picked a clump and shoved them into the rather handy dog poo bag in my pocket.
I had to double-check when I got back that I actually brought the right bag into the house - blackberries, that was, not a bag of stinky doggy poo!
We had a lovely anniversary meal at the local Indian. Our first child-free evening for ages, so we had a load of plans, but still managed to be in bed by 22.00hrs...absolute rebels, I tell you. Personally, I could have crawled into bed about 19.00hrs with some Horlicks and a good book, one has to make the effort eh?
I hope to get some more writing done later. The other half of the Smartie Duo arrived yesterday, laden with ideas and madcap antics where we nearly wet ourselves laughing. A good deal of progress was made, as well as copious amounts of coffee drunk and cakey eaten - a perfect combination.
Golf is also on, so the redundant television has been given a new life for the weekend so dh can watch overpaid men smack balls over fields with sticks. Bless. I might get some brownie points out of it for being such a sweet and understanding wife.
Friday, 8 August 2008
Am sat chilling in the conservatory, watching our greedy hens fight each other for the remaining grass that they haven't churned up yet.
Child is still asleep - a marvel in itself, and should really make some breakfast but I cannot be bothered just yet.
Our wedding anniversary is today - five years. We don't do cards or presents as they seem so materialistic, althought I did send dh a rather wonderful poem via text. He said he shed a tear. Probably nearly crashed the car whilst reading it, and the tear was from the almost-crash into the lampost...
Have just been searching for info on how and when to cut lavender. I'm still not 100% whether to cut it yet, because ours has no flowers on it. I shall be prudent and leave it til some flowers blossom. I was going to make some little lavender bags for clothes drawers and some pot pourri.
Am having a bit of a writer's block with our new book, so I am hoping that the wonderful Mr Taylor will be arriving later today to show me some more of his fab illustrations so I can be jettisoned back to creativity.
Harvested some more peas yesterday. That sounds grand doesn't it? Although, the peas are only growing in a little wooden wheelbarrow, not a huge crop like it sounds. We hope to do grand-scale next year.
We baked gingerbread and iced it yesterday. I keep having to remind my dd that while it's ok to lick the spoon once in a while when we are baking, the people we are making the gingerbread for perhaps wouldn't like it bogey-infused....she just stared at me hard, and carried on picking her little nose. Hmmm, so for all those who have actually eaten our gingerbread, I hope you enjoyed the special flavours.
Monday, 4 August 2008
From our continued efforts to be as green as possible, to our plans for self-sufficiency(ish).
Also, our road to home-educate our beautiful little girl and ensure that she experiences a life-long love of learning because she wants to, not because she has to.
My writing, and the very special partnership between me and my age-old friend, talented illustrator and fellow Smartie creator - Mr Nick Taylor esq, and our mid-publication updates.
And, of course, our lovely new hens: Monica, Chocolate and Mildred!