There have been a few extra bodies in our bed of late, and before you start thinking that you've tuned into the wrong blog and that it should be beyond the watershed, I refer to:1. The Wonder Hound, who whined so pitifully in the night because she was cold that we brought her into our room just to shut her up. She obligingly curled up under the duvet at the bottom of the bed to warm DHs toes.2. The Pocket Dictator, who woke up cold (not … [Read more...]

You've got to admit that it's really not Christmas without the Queen's Speech, the afternoon movies that you doze off through and the repeats of Only Fools and Horses. In fact I'd hazard a guess that the topic of Christmas television will be unavoidable in the next few weeks: either you will talk excitedly about things you are looking forward to, or you will moan wholeheartedly after the event about the rubbish on TV and how there were too many … [Read more...]

 Domestic Goddesque ManorThe Very Edge of SanitySouth East London Father Christmas, Santa’s Grotto, Reindeerland, SAN TA1Dear Santa (I assume I can call you that after all this time),yep, it's that time of year again. You'll remember me, no doubt, from the now-infamous letter of last year in which I begged you for a body-double since, more than anything else, I craved being able to have a full-night's sleep, and if I had a body-double they … [Read more...]

It's been nine days and I'm already feeling the pain. I refer not to the blog-a-day thing, though I have to say that is challenging. At the moment, juggling the Pocket Dictator, Wonder Hound and kamikaze Dimpled One usually means that I spend all day thinking about posting and most of the evening (after clearing away the daily detritus of primary coloured plastic, half-eaten pretzels and unidentifiable objects smooshed into the carpet then … [Read more...]