Now just the thoughts of me and not my dog until I can persuade Husband we should get another.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
New Year resolutions
Kitchen update
Re-painting, yes. I decided I wasn't sure about the first colour so we're changing it. (And don't tell him but I'm not absolutely certain about this one either. No, I'm sure it'll be fine. You see the problem is that when the paint-mixer-man was mixing the paint for us, some of the tint went over the edge of the tin, which suggests to me that the colour inside isn't as dark as it should be. I should have said something at the time but I was being terribly British and didn't want to cause a fuss. So it's just that underlying suspicion that is causing me concern rather than the actual colour that is going on the walls. So, yes, it'll be fine. Won't it?) Husband is used to my little foibles; I can't tell you how many walls he's had to repaint over the years as I've changed my mind. He has come to expect it.
Then there are the lights to fit, the blind to put up and ... oh, that might be all.
Then it will be time to start on the bathroom ...
But I'm having a relaxing day today, the first real one of the holiday. I'm doing my jigsaw and nothing else. Except walking George in the pouring rain. But I have new wellies so we can splish splash through the puddles.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
What I did today
Monday, December 28, 2009
Our day-after-Boxing-Day walk
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Simply having a wonderful Christmastime
Uncle joined Younger Son, Husband and me for dinner, which in spite of the new oven and mistiming everything, tasted better than it looked.
Then last night Elder Son and Daughter-in-law arrived for a couple of days. And I had a webcam for Christmas so we even got to see Grand-Daughter on the big day and that was lovely even though she was asleep.
Our Christmas television watching consisted of:
1) Christmas Eve - Victoria Wood - okayish;
2) Christmas Day - Doctor Who - disappointing;
3) Christmas Day - Dad's Army - reliable;
4) Christmas Day - Blackadder - fell asleep;
5) Christmas Day - Royle Family - fell asleep;
6) Christmas day - Gavin and Stacey - good;
7) Boxing Day - Scarlets versus Ospreys - good (Ospreys won, yay!)
And that was the sum total of our telly-viewing. All BBC, of course: is there another channel?
Good collection of pressies, loads of food, plenty of choccies. Mmmm, yes, a good Christmas.
Have I mentioned how happy I am? And how incredibly blessed?
P.S. Anyone else got a webcam and want to chat?!!
Meet Mouse
No, the reasons we've bought a mini are:
1) it's economical to run;
2) it has cheap insurance and road tax;
3) it has very low emissions;
4) it's FUNKY!
I drove her today for the first time. She has six, yes 6, gears. I never found use for 5, but she tells you when to change gear. Which is rather useful as I'm often not sure what gear I'm in. Except I now have to look at the rev counter/gear changer instructor and keep an eye on my speed as well as still watching the road. Which is a bit too much, don't you think?
She also switches off the engine when we stop, at traffic lights for instance. As someone who's used to panicking when Betty Beetle does that, I found it a bit unnerving until I got used to it. Now I rush to red traffic lights just so I can demonstrate to Husband how it's done: he hasn't got the knack of it yet.
The big question: will George fit in the boot? We're going to find out this afternoon when we take him to the beach.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
The fridge is in the hall ...
A very jolly Christmas to one and all. I hope you have a wonderful day and an amazing and healthy New Year.
Yay! It's Christmas!
I'm planning on blogging again later to send Christmas wishes to one and all but in case I don't make it have a fabulous one!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Don't panic!
Monday, December 21, 2009
I love my husband, honest I do
And Husband decides to buy a car and tell me we have to go to Stoke-on-Trent to collect it.
If he finds cyanide in his tea, it will be an accident, you understand that, don't you?
Saturday, December 19, 2009
On the border
It was very sad and felt wrong, rather like rummaging through the belongings of a dead relative, looking for anything worth keeping. That didn't stop me doing it though.
I did quite well until I reached the children's section. There I stocked up on books for Grand-Daughter's library. Mostly poetry ranging from A.A. Milne to Roger McGough, T.S. Eliot to Carol Ann Duffy.
By the time I reached checkout my basket was over-flowing but I wasn't worried as the signs promised me 80% off.
I really should have read the signs better. What they actually said was 'Up to 80% off'.
Still money spent on books is an investment. Isn't it?
From Borders I carried on to Tesco where I engaged in a slanging match with the Self-Service checkout. The machine told me to, 'Place scanned item on tray (or whatever they call it).'
'I have done.'
'Place scanned item on tray.'
'I have done, you stupid machine.'
'Place scanned item on tray.'
'Look, it's there! Just because it's so light you can't register it doesn't mean I haven't put it there.'
And being a machine it doesn't lose its temper and maintains a calm voice. Unlike me.
I'm going to bed now.
Gay rugby players
He says that, at times, he's considered suicide. That is so sad.
He retired from international rugby a few years ago but was a fantastic player, great captain, and wonderful ambassador for the sport. I am confident that he will be amazed by the support he will receive from rugby players and fans everywhere.
Waaaaaahhhhhhh
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I am DIY expert
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Haven't mentioned Grand-Daughter for a bit
Nice little motors
Oooh, yum!
And syrup sponge with real custard. (Real as in made with eggs not Bird's) (And with an extra jug of custard for pouring - and, in my case, scraping out the last dregs with a spoon.)
Friday, December 11, 2009
The Ikea phenomenon
'Do you know where Ikea is?'
'Yes, of course.'
You can hear the alarm bells ringing, can't you? I couldn't. Which is why I drove around all of west Cardiff - not to mention Dinas Powis - before phoning Husband. 'Where exactly is Ikea?'
And once in, it's as if the normal rules of time and space no longer exist. If you've ever been in Ikea you'll know what I mean. It's hard to explain except to say, 'Think Tardis.' Bigger on the inside than the outside.'
I came out two and a half hours later with a trolley-load of stuff I didn't know I needed.
Quick catch-up
Phew. Is that all?
So when I got home last night the cooker and hood had been fitted, as had the replacement glass doors. The waste disposal was working and Daft Dai had even fixed the bath taps (the ones that we'd been without for about three months or more). It's like all my birthdays at once!
The house is still a tip, the kitchen has to be painted and the granite worktop finished, but there is hope now.
And Grand-Daughter is absolutely perfect. I know all grannies say this about their grand-children but she really is. Here she's saying, 'No, granny, I'm not going to open my eyes in this bright sunlight!'
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Oh aar
We usually walk in the grounds of Killerton Estate, a National Trust property. It's excellent for dog-walking as it's a mix of open spaces and woods. I've got to know it well over the last few months but it's a good job Holly knows her way back to the car as every time I think I know where a path is leading, we end up somewhere else.
It's very much gentry country and most of the dog-walkers are green-welly-wearing spaniel owners. They're awfully nice and pass the time of day, commenting on the weather, giving me the opportunity to put on my telephone voice and say, 'Oh, yes, it's terribly muddy here.'
Unfortunately when faced with having to make conversation with anyone other than Holly or myself, I get flustered and turn into a yokel. 'Urm yeurh.'
Mud-caked trousers and fell-out-of-bed hair probably don't help either.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Things that make me faint
in a first aid class;
when I cut myself;
when I thought Husband had been injured playing rugby;
when Younger Son as a toddler cut himself (I took him to hospital and I was the one who had to lie down);
giving blood (twice - they've banned me now);
and - until today the silliest - when visiting someone in hospital.
Today I excelled myself.
I fainted at the optician's.
Okay, I didn't actually faint but I had to ask if I could lie on the floor. Twice.
But my eyes are fine.
Sunday, December 06, 2009
The joy of grandfatherhood
Friday, December 04, 2009
And it goes on ...
While trying to work out how to work the new dishwasher Husband chipped a plate AND the new granite worktop.
And what's more, we have been blessed with Daft Dai, the thickest plumber this side of Merthyr. He's supposed to be coming back tomorrow morning at 11. Yeah, right, he said that last week too.
Good job we're going to see Grand-daughter tomorrow!
The kitchen saga continues
The cooker that should have been delivered next Wednesday won't be coming until the week after. Thus its fitting and that of the hood is delayed. (Will we have it for Christmas do you think?)
The new fridge didn't fit in the gap. Slav, our Ukrainian fitter, has had to remove skirting tiles.
The glass doors that were missing from the original order have been fitted - but now we've discovered they're the wrong colour. New replacements will be fitted the same time as the cooker.
We won't be able to open the dishwasher if we have the proper handle i.e. the same as all the rest, on the cupboard next to it. Slav is going to try to find an alternative handle as similar as possible. (And we paid 180 'beeping' pounds for those handles!)
Aren't these the sort of things kitchen designers are supposed to think about?!!
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
Things I haven't mentioned
a) George being beaten up by a small three-legged dog;
b) HollyDog and me being chased into bushes by cows (4-legged ones in spite of my drawing - I couldn't work out how to do the other legs);
c) Driving round the same roundabout in Exeter twice two times and using a Buses Only road.
Too coincidental to be a coincidence
I particularly wanted it before yesterday afternoon so I could write a short monologue from the information in it. I phoned someone else I thought probably had it: he didn't but suggested the library. I tried the library: they couldn't get it for me until the 9th.
I gave up and thought I'd have to borrow it from the prison chaplain yesterday afternoon; he didn't have a copy either.
My first choice for a monologue character had already disappeared off the face of the earth so I was getting a bit desperate now. I came home and started going through my shelves again. 'God, I really need this book!'
And there it was, not lined up neatly with the others, but actually sticking out from the shelf.
Coincidence? Maybe. But it's strange how often coincidences happen when I pray
How to win friends
'Oh yeah?'
'I mean, well, you sound rough.'
(Quizzical look.)
'No, what I mean is ... well ... you're from London.'
I'm thinking of a career change: there must be a diplomatic post in the Middle East for a woman of my talents.
P.S. Fortunately 'rough Londoner' was laughing. I say fortunately because not so long ago his reaction might be have been entirely more physical.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Happy birthday, sweetie!
Before we got up this morning I said, 'Do you want breakfast in bed?'
'No, I'll get up.'
'Wait then while I go and put the oven on for the croissants.' (Luckily George had only managed to eat one before I caught him.)
'Nah, I'll just have toast for breakfast.'
'Okay, you can have bacon and brie croissants for lunch.'
'I was going to have cereal for lunch.'
'Oh, for heaven's sake! You are going to celebrate your birthday whether you want to or not!'
So we had croissants for breakfast on the dining table in between his laptop, an empty milk bottle, a piece of kitchen shelving and a pile of last night's dishes.
I could just imagine Albert Steptoe screwing up his nose and picking at a croissant while Harold wore a stripey jumper and said, 'This is the life for me, pater; I was born in the wrong country.'
P.S. If you don't know Steptoe and Son were rag and bone men and their home was a storehouse for their goods. Harold aspired to middle-classness.