Forgetfulness and/or denial

I went shopping with Suzy today and we had a marvellously successful day, coming away with half the stock of H&M. In a funky shop called Apricot, where I found myself a long overdue new winter coat, I was perusing the clothes when a little boy appeared next to me. “Hello,” I said. He looked [...]

Bowling à la Suzy

Approach 1:
Hold the ball high above your head, putting the fear of God into those behind you, before throwing it down the lane with great venom. The ball should make a satisfying, loud SMACK as it hits the floor with force, so as to underscore your great might.

Approach 2:
At the urging of your (cowering) friends, [...]

7 Days – Day 6: Jingle Bells carousel

Watching my Jingle Bells carousel that came from Hellbrunn Christmas market in Salzburg. Now I suppose I really should go and help in the kitchen, where there’s a ham that needs my attention and parmesan is waiting to be grated.

7 Days: Day 5 – Silver

Suzy makes a guest appearance with me here, holding Damian’s candelabra (one of many, apparently – he’s just THAT posh) by the Christmas tree. The three of us went to a Christmas singsong at a local pub and sang ourselves hoarse for three hours with a fun mix of carols and secular songs, finishing with [...]

7 Days: Day 4 – I see me

A swanky hand-crafted makeup pouch and a little mirror were my gifts from Lauren this year. That woman is totally showing us all up with all her handmade cards, classy gift wrapping and seamstress skills.

7 Days: Day 3 – Nuts to the postman

The gift I wanted to get Debbie for Christmas is best priced across the other side of the Atlantic and so I enlisted help from Bethany to place the order and then I’d pay her back (and we know how easy that was). Being a generous soul, Bethany enclosed a little something for me in [...]

Hush money

I needed to send Bethany this month’s hush money and so logged into Paypal to work out from previous transactions how much to add to the amount to cover the fee. Because you know what Bethany’s like – if I didn’t do that, she’d probably fly into a wild rage … while also blogging, watching [...]