31 Mar 2011
<- This one, in fact.
OK, so I hardly ever bake, and yes, my last foray into baking resulted in a bout of gallstone pain that resulted in some rash promises to God if he would just let me survive long enough to get to the bloody doctors. But also a lovely cake.
29 Mar 2011
|Not me. Not this time anyway|
2 - number of queen-sized beds in our upgraded Mariott room.
50% cheered up at that point - the thought of lowering my back into a massive comfy bed with acres of cool cotton pillows where I could writhe in agony all night without disturbing Tartarus brightened the remainder of my Saturday no end.
100 - number of times I begged Tartarus to buy me a bright red KitchenAid mixer from John Lewis.
28 Mar 2011
A heart-felt thank you to anyone who reads my postings - from my splenetic neighbour rage re bins and fly-tipping to the mixed joys of sharing one's life with a little ray of Sonshine and Tartarus, a creature from the darkest pit of hell, or Airdrie as it is sometimes referred.
Thank you for taking the time to post comments. They make my day and often make me pee myself laughing (see: loose pelvic floor) or snort a spatter of cornflakes onto the monitor.
Tartarus asked me a while back: 'Why do you bother with blogging?'
My response was: 'Well, it it was either this or get a gun.
I still might get the gun.
But why DO I bother with blogging?
I love to read other people's blogs. There are blogs that give me a peek into lives that are so far removed from mine we might as well be living on different planets; there are blogs that make me laugh out loud or snivel into my dressing-gown sleeves.
But mostly, other people's blogs reassure me that I'm not the only weirdo out here in charge of a child and car keys.
Here's to another12 months of being quite disgraceful together *clinks champagne flutes with m'reader*
25 Mar 2011
I applied it and... it felt a bit tingly. At first I thought that it was Good Tingly, but within about 10 minutes I realised that it was Not Good Tingly and had to rush to the shower to get it off.
21 Mar 2011
|A Tartarus with a sore head|
OK so I have mixed my metaphors, but if you can imagine a large, grumpy black bear with wings and a spanner, you've pretty much got the full picture.
19 Mar 2011
Tartarus, of course, did nothing.
He's worked in the ports of many an African country and he is not swayed by pictures of fly-flecked children with distended bellies, nor bereaved mothers weeping over tiny coffins.
11 Mar 2011
|Evidence of Hestia's last minute tidy up|
I had decided to prepared for his arrival by looking a bit more organised. So, I secured myself a wash, blow-dry and straightening session with Angela so that I looked fairly presentable for his arrival. I organised it for Friday.
Trouble was, he came home on Thursday.
9 Mar 2011
|The Great Wave......|
8 Mar 2011
|Excellent drain cleaner|
Here is my life in perfume:
The first ever bottle that I owned was in the late 60s when my gran died. As my mum and dad cleared out her house, I was handed a tiny dark blue bottle - Evening in Paris. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, tiny and ultra-sophisticated. I was also handed a black moleskin jotter, with an elastic band round it - for my endless writing. As the house was emptied round about me, I picked up a pencil and began my novel: About the ghost of a motorcyclist that haunts the heroine and they fall in love.
I think I must have been watching The Ghost and Mrs Miniver or something. I never made it past the second page of my new moleskin lined book with that book. A dangerous writing precedent was thus set. Today I could write a novel called: 'My Greatest Starts To a Novel'.
2 Mar 2011
|Hestia and her gallstone|
A couple of real beauties by the sounds of things.
Now I get to meet a surgeon and discuss the ins and outs - mainly outs - of gall bladder removal.
1 Mar 2011
The Flavour Thesaurus
Bloomsbury ISBN 978-0-07475-9977-7
Bloomsbury ISBN 978-0-07475-9977-7
|Also available for virtual book-worms on Kindle|
Hopefully that's not just me.
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