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...]
Finding the Spirit of Christmas: Peace and Goodwill
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...]
A herd of Reindeer: shortcuts in the kitchen.
It's unbearably cold at DG Manor (if you've seen my entry for this week's Gallery, you'll see what I mean!) So cold that I have been busy in the kitchen, hoping that the barely-functioning oven would co-operate with me so that I could a) produce cakes that are both cooked and unburned for Dimples' Playgroup Christmas Party tomorrow and b) feel a little warmth, however brief. If you think I'm kidding about the Oven of Doom, check out the great big … [Read more...]
The Gallery: The White Stuff
There are some truly artistic photographs at The Gallery this week. A comment I made on one of the pictures made me think of the other photograph I considered submitting for this week's theme of White. I give you, The White Stuff: … [Read more...]
Christmas Countdown: It’s all white at The Gallery
The view through the back door. Brrr.Check out the other Gallery entries for White Week! … [Read more...]
Christmas Countdown: Rudolph please stop here
The Pocket Dictator went to meet 'The Man' this weekend. I refer of course to the man in the red suit. It's all she's talked about for days, and she gabbled excitedly as we patiently waited our turn at the Church Fair Santa's Grotto. So I shouldn't have been surprised that, as soon as we entered the semi-darkness of the Choir Room, every inch of which had been covered with fairy lights, that she became all shy and hid behind my legs. Dimples on … [Read more...]
Silent Sunday on the Christmas Countdown: pancake practice
Check out the other entries at Mocha Beanie Mummy … [Read more...]
