Once you realise we are all mad, life starts to make sense. 'Nuff said! … [Read more...]
Archives for October 2009
Pumpkin Party
Violet Posy is having a Halloween 'do'! I thought it only fair that I do the same....PD with her trick-or-treat stash last year. And WH in witchy glory! The Pocket Dictator is having a Halloween Party tomorrow, a whimsical notion caused by the arrival of some lovely new cake cutters (the former cake cutters having been commandeered by said first born child. And destroyed.) I concluded that she, being only 17 months, was still too little for Trick … [Read more...]
Wait a minute Mr Postman
Night Train(Commentary for a G.P.O. Film, July 1935) by W.H. Auden (1907 - 1973) This is the Night Mail crossing the border,Bringing the cheque and the postal order,Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,The shop at the corner and the girl next door.Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:The gradient's … [Read more...]
Thought for a Thursday
It's been a long week.photo credit Wikipedia … [Read more...]
Home shopping with benefits.
Last year I hosted a Tupperware party, which went down a storm , if only for all the wrong reasons. The Tupperware lady was, to be blunt, a complete nutter and I found myself kicking her out at 11.30pm because she just didn't want to leave. That said the Tupperware shape-sorter (whose design doesn't appear to have changed since I had one as a child) I bought for the Pocket Dictator for Christmas has finally turned out to be Toy-of-the-Week, so … [Read more...]
Friday Night is Hedgehog Night
The Supportive Fellow Mum (SFM) had a birthday this week. She got flowers and chocolates and an evening out sans enfants, which is not to be sniffed at when you have 17-month-old twins. I scored a PD- free morning later in the week and the Giant Chocolate Buttons I picked up in Waitrose led me down a Retro path to birthday-cakes-past. I figured it might be worth getting some practice in, with only 5 months until PD has her next birthday, and … [Read more...]
The stain game
I am being genuine when I say I love ironing. Once upon a time it was the element of getting something perfectly flat and smooth and beautifully folded or hung that I loved, along with the smell of freshly ironed things. Now I love the illicit TV watching, by which I mean utter crap I have Sky plussed especially to watch whilst ironing since I would not be caught dead watching it otherwise (my Four Weddings thing started thus), and the yummy … [Read more...]


