Tuesday, December 18, 2018

How will you decorate your tree this year?

We finally got our tree on Sunday. And, yes, it is just a trifle wonky.
I'm thinking the au naturel look is good. But then what would I do with these?
YES! Maltesers tree decorations. Sadly not just huge Maltesers but tasty nevertheless. (Well, I had to check to make sure they were okay.)

Hairdresser yesterday, Christmas lunch out with women from Rubies today. Not seen most of them since Rubies, the women's bible study group at Zac's, ceased so it will good to catch up. Then our annual carols and reading at Zac's tonight.

What would I like for Christmas? Hm, time please. Especially extra night time for sleeping.

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Mercedes drivers ...

I'm not being car-ist - which is what people always say just before they're whatever-ist they say they're not going to be - but Mercedes drivers? Really?

Phrases like 'think they own the road', and 'big car, little ...' spring to mind. But yesterday I was behind one, an earlier Mercedes having cut me up, and the little Mercedes sign on the boot suddenly flicked up. I thought, 'He's going to shoot me!'

He didn't obviously or I wouldn't be here to tell the tale. Perhaps he just wanted to take my photo.

You didn't know I was an acrobat, did you?

Here to prove it:
Okay, I'm the liftee rather than the lifter but it's the closest I'm ever going to come to acrobatics so I was impressed.

Hannah, our fitness teacher, has been saying for months that she wanted to get me on her feet - she's an enthusiastic acrobat - and on Tuesday at the end of class we finally had an opportunity. 

Thus enthused I tried to lift GrandDaughter1 on my feet yesterday. All I can say is that it was a good job we were next to the sofa as I kept over-balancing and dropping her.

Friday, December 14, 2018

Another brilliant idea on its way to the dustbin of bad ideas

Out walking with George I had a brilliant idea.

I always imagine that Husband groans when I say this; these days even I am starting to groan when I say it.

Anyway, I saw these dead flower-heads
and thought, 'If I sprayed those they'd make a nice decoration.'

As always seems to be the case the thought in my head looked better than the reality:
We'll see. They may look better when mixed in with some greenery. 

It's not as if I don't have enough to do at the moment. Younger Son and family are moving this weekend so I'm helping by sorting out stuff, taking it to charity shops and baby-minding. 

Does anyone else find they come out of charity shops having bought more than they donated?

Today for lunch I had a banana, two chilli beetroot and an indeterminate number of Cadburys chocolate eclairs. 

Thursday, December 13, 2018

I should rush out and buy a lottery ticket

A few weeks ago I won a prize in the grandchildren's school raffle: a £30 Joules voucher that went towards my new red coat.

And now I've just won a lovely little painting from the raffle at the craft fayre on Saturday.
They say things come in threes so I should run out and buy a Lottery ticket. 

Three things I've never done:
watched Titanic;
bought a lottery ticket;
and ... can't think of another obvious one so perhaps the threes rule doesn't apply to me.  

I won't bother buying a ticket.

In which George is considered a H&S risk

The phone rang yesterday afternoon.
'I am from Amazon. I have a parcel for you.'
'Okay.' (I have to admit that because the speaker had a foreign accent I was a little dubious and waiting for him to tell me I would have to give him my log-on details in some scam or other.)
'I am at your gate. There is a dog in the garden.'

According to the poster in the Post Office collection depot seven postmen and women are bitten every minute? Hour? Day? (Just checked the latest figures from Royal Mail; it's actually 44 a week, which roughly equates to seven a day.) So I suppose his caution was warranted. Indeed Royal Mail has a strict etiquette by which postmen are supposed to abide that includes not petting a dog. It almost definitely must include not shutting a runaway dog in someone else's garden while you jump back in your post van to rush back to our house to tell me George has escaped but, 'Come on, get in the van and I'll take you to him.'

I am glad some postmen are human first and jobsworth last.

P.S. I do appreciate that not all dogs are as soft as George and that postmen do take risks on a daily basis. I place great value on our postal service. Just in case I'm giving a different impression.

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

False leg trumps reindeer

A friend asked if she could have a lift. I said, 'Yes, of course, I just need to rearrange the reindeer, lampshades and Greggs bakery trays in the car to fit you in.'
She said, 'That's fine. I was going to offer someone a lift this week but I couldn't because I had a false leg in the back.'
'You win.'

False leg trumps reindeer.

A woman with a mission

To finish - or at least break the back of - my Christmas shopping.

I started off brilliantly but by the end I was faltering a little so that I've ended up buying too many presents for one grandchild and not enough for another. But mostly resolved as long as I get a grip and don't do what I usually do which is suddenly think, 'I haven't bought enough! Must shop! Must buy!'

On the plus side I discovered that Sainsburys has some lovey seasonal Wensleydale and cranberry crisps.

Also had a lucky escape. A few moments earlier and I would have been walking into a shop just as someone I would really rather not meet was walking out.

It must have been the luck I got from having been pooped upon.
I was only in the shop for fifteen minutes at the most and when I came out the windscreen and driver and front passenger windows were covered in bird poo while the cars on either side of Mini were absolutely clean.

Still on a Christmassy theme, on Sunday when we went to look for lights for outside. While we were in the shop I had to buy this cushion:
Terrible photo but it's one of those where if you rub it one way the sequins are all silver and if you rub it the other way all red. It'll amuse the children I tell Husband and then spend a good thirty minutes playing with it myself. (Although it was Nuora who had the patience to create this lovely heart.)

Also, you know this elf on a shelf business? I thought I'd buy myself an elf and have fun when the children came to visit. Then I found out it's quite hard to find an elf. You can buy more accessories for it than you can for your dog but the actual elf is hard to come by. So then I thought, why does it have to be an elf? So please meet Dog on a Shelf.

Saturday, December 08, 2018

Not the end of the world

Younger Son and Nuora are supposed to be moving into their new home next weekend assuming all the work that has to be done has been. Both of them are poorly this weekend and YS is quite gloomy. He takes after Husband with his pessimistic way of viewing things.

Husband would say it's not pessimism but taking a realistic look at the facts and coming to a likely conclusion. 

I prefer my 'don't really know what's going on but everything will be fine' glib naivety and optimism. And it usually is. Or if it's not it's not the end of the world.

dog cartoon

Our milkman is called Tom

Vile morning weather-wise but I wanted to go to the monthly craft market so got my mac on and went. Soon got fed up of the rain and didn't buy half the things on my list. I had hoped to do some serious Christmas shopping as I'd realised the festive season was approaching rather too rapidly.

I did however manage to buy myself a new red coat, a Christmas jigsaw and some yummy crab pate from the farmers' market, so not an entirely wasted outing.

Also stocked up on Lemsip and Strepsils as just about everyone is suffering in one way or another.

And I ordered the Christmas turkey. Those of you who know me well will appreciate the enormity of this achievement.

It turns out our milkman is called Tom. I'm sure it was Steve last time we had a card from him. He could be an alien for all we know as he regularly delivers at 4.30 in the morning. (Husband tells me that he hears him; I am out for the count at that hour.)

Friday, December 07, 2018

What part of me is not working today?

A fun time yesterday with GrandSon4 in the InflataPark. Lots of bouncing and falling and jumping into ball pits.

GrandSon4 is still at the age when he's happy to sit on arcade rides just because they're fun - and I don't have to put any money in. We spent an enjoyable fifteen minutes on the dance machine without spending anything.

Followed by a trip to Sainsburys it was a good morning out.

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Our local pharmacy has a poster in its window offering 'Free flu jab or £10'. I went in and asked for my free £10 but they wouldn't give it to me.

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The battle continues to keep Mr Squirrel off my fat balls. I carefully placed a large stone over the top of the feeder; he simply pushed it to one side.
I've added another stone and I'm hoping that he won't use it as a weapon against me.

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I've spent a few days feeling vaguely dissatisfied with myself, that old familiar voice in my head telling me I'm not doing well enough. I wish I wasn't so open to hearing the voice as it's hard to fight once in its started.

I've decided that, in order to make life simpler for me, I won't do or go to a couple of events that I fancied. If I go it will put extra pressure on me so i'm going to be sensible. Although is it sensible to miss out on things I'd like to do?

There's part of me that says, 'yes, you should do the things you want to do,' otherwise what's the point? But the things I'm doing instead of the things I want to do aren't things I don't want to do. (If you follow that.) So I think it's okay.

You see I can beat myself up even when I'm looking after me. I'm a lost cause!

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Rosalie commented on Facebook about how much she enjoyed The Kominsky Method on Netflix. We're very much enjoying it too. It's just a shame it's been such a short series. I've never found Michael Douglas as attractive as he is in this. Must be a sign of age.