15 Dec 2010
This proved to be a bit of a mistake because Nibbles likes to be a bit of a Diva as far as his woodshavings are concerned - scraping them up with great gusto and flinging them out of every gap in his cage. Which means that my Best Room bears more than a passing resemblence to the Baby Jesus's Stable. Only with tiny hamster poops.
10 Dec 2010
|Waldo Pancake notebook!|
If you're not already familiar with the Waldo Pancake range of goodies, please check out my own island connection with them for some images of their range.
Would you like to be in with a chance to win a goody bag of this witty kit? Yes?!
You only need to do 2 things:
Delphic utterances by Alison Cross at 16:42
9 Dec 2010
|Hestia at 8.30am this morning|
He was then dispatched downstairs to get his breakfast sorted and I asked him to put on his dressing gown and slippers - because this is a VERY cold house and we have mosaic tiled floors in the hall. Lovely, but will suck the heat out of your very soul.
By the time I saw him again, after breakfast, his nose was running and his hands and feet were freezing (no slippers on) and I pointed out to him that if he came down with pleurisy, he would end up in hospital - off the island. And that if he was in hospital on Christmas Day, I joked, he'd be on his own because we'd all be here opening his presents.
Delphic utterances by Alison Cross at 09:15
|I'd get those gutters fixed, frankly.|
And I'm not talking about that hardy breed of girl that staggers around after midnight wearing a two-sizes too small boob tube and denim mini skirt in sub-zero temperatures singing Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me into an emty lager bottle whilst eying up some shivering youth waiting at a bus stop.
Delphic utterances by Alison Cross at 00:12
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