Monthly Archives: December 2009
Naming the baby sucks
Oh the poor poor baby. He/She is going to arrive at the end of January and we have no idea what to call it. Mark is positively bored by the naming process fourth time around – he barely looks up … Continue reading
Boxing Day
Tis the day after Christmas, and we have settled down to watch The Sound of Music, which is exactly the right thing to watch on Boxing Day, as everyone in the entire world knows. But I have just poured hydrogen … Continue reading
The Owl and the Villager
It is the last week of school/nursery before Christmas, and thus, it is the Season Of The Nativity Play. Or, in the case of Barnaby’s school, the Season Of The Scarecrow In A Meadow. Something fairly odd and autumnal, anyway. … Continue reading
Goldfish
This is where we are going for the Christmas work party. I have no love for the Tiroler Hut and the leiderhosen-clad waiting staff and that man who insists on the cowbell-playing at full volume mid-meal. Deep, deep, heartfelt sigh. … Continue reading
Napping (or not)
All I want to do this afternoon is to lie down on that Ikea couch and wrap myself in an on-sale (now quite nutella-and-peanut-butter-soiled) Brora blanket and have a little doze. Just for 20 minutes. And I want to mull … Continue reading