Posted in Feeling Blue, Films, Friends, Money, Presents on April 18, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Still here, listeners - snorting and flapping the covers and fussing with tissues, whiling away the time and shouting at the radio when it all gets too controversial. Not that my shout would travel far… more of an etoliated squeak, really.
I have bought myself a bracelet off a friend’s site, to cheer myself up. She’s [...]
Posted in Food, Friends, Presents on March 18, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I opened a groovy parcel from T yesterday, which was awaiting me on my return from work! A T-rex cookie cutter, a bronto cookie cutter and a heart cookie cutter. Fantastico! I aim to collect a language of cookie cutters so I can make gingerbread heiroglyphs and, literally, eat my words.
In fact, the best piece [...]
Posted in Family, Friends, Garden, Presents, Work on March 16, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Ohh, what a lovely day we had. And Mouse got some truly amazing gifts. A JCB Jnr toolbench and tools, a minature Dyson hoover, a proper big boys bike and stabilisers, a farm set, playdoh, clothes, books and money. He ate his own weight in cake and rolled around on the floor with the dog. [...]
Posted in Friends, Presents on January 12, 2008 | 2 Comments »
While I was in Hay-on-Wye this afternoon I happened to go into the Wye Gallery and there it was. The most unbelievable acid-etched and aquatinted picture of the view from Cusop Hill. I mooned over it for a long time. The artist, Frances St Clair Miller, must be distantly related to the Farquhars somewhere; St Clair [...]
Posted in Niceness, Presents on October 22, 2007 | 7 Comments »
On Sunday, wearing precisely what I had put on to clear the garden (top to bottom; two fleeces, jeans with jam and mud stains on, thick socks and timbies) I was dragged into La Senza and cajoled into having bought for me one extremely flimsy, ridiculously expensive and frankly gorgeous boned basque with sussy straps, [...]
Posted in Family, Presents, Rants on March 18, 2007 | 4 Comments »
Husband is in the dog house. I got nothing. Not even a ‘Happy Mothers Day’! I was really upset, more because it seemed to say to me that he hasn’t appreciated all the effort I’ve put in and all the work I did on myself to get myself into the frame of mind to have [...]
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