We're off to Ibiza in the morning. Leaving Cardiff airport at 6.30 means we have to get up at 2.30. So it'll be early bed for us tonight.
Now just the thoughts of me and not my dog until I can persuade Husband we should get another.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Off to the party isle
We're off to Ibiza in the morning. Leaving Cardiff airport at 6.30 means we have to get up at 2.30. So it'll be early bed for us tonight.
Signs of a good granny
'What's the weather going to do today?'
Monday, August 30, 2010
It's been a funny old week
The next two days I attended the arts seminar that he was leading at Zac's with musicians and visual artists. The Wednesday night I came home thoroughly depressed: I was with a group of people who were all more articulate, more intelligent, more artistic, more spiritual - more everything - than I. I felt like a sore thumb. I don't cope well with a group of people I don't know. I went to bed and tossed and turned until morning came.
A Saturday stroll
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Clever little Minnie
A rose by any other name
Hunter gatherer and her dog
'If you want my body ...'
Eat chillies and fidget
Monday, August 23, 2010
Pure heart
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Even more of a do
A bit of a do - continued
And look at our enormous bed! (How sad am I taking a photo of a bed?!)
And here's me in my posh frock, complete with fetching tan marks. At this point I'm still securely pinned in; later in the evening I had to keep my fluffy shrug on as my pins bent under the strain of too much good food.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
A surprise weekend?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
A bit of a do
Ground Zero
Elder Son on MTV
Kof ft Wiley & Chelcee Grimes - 'Fire It Up' from MTV - The Wrap Up on Vimeo.
Recycling brass
There are several boxes of brass ornaments that have gone straight back up to the attic; I haven't even opened them. I can't get rid of them even though they're sitting uselessly in boxes hidden away. My children won't have the sentimental memories that I have and will be able to sell/throw without a care after I've gone. Maybe I'll do it myself one day ...
It is very satisfying polishing brass but Brasso doesn't half pong!
Bye bye hounds
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I set a record!
I'm turning into my granny
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Pineapple shortbread recipe
125g hard marg or butter
225ml plain flour
75ml caster sugar
tin pineapple chunks, drained and chopped
Preheat the oven to 180oC, gas mark 4. Mix the fat, flour and sugar together either with a fork or a mixer. I use a food processor. Knead lightly and divide into 2 pieces. Flatten each piece and shape to fit an 8" round tin. Then you want to make a sandwich of dough/pineapple/dough. Don't worry if it breaks up; just push it together and you won't see the joins by the time it's cooked.
Bake for about 30 minutes. The recipe says to decorate the top with a fork but when I do that, it just disappears during cooking.
Cool and enjoy.
Late night posting
In which George is embarrassing
Pineapple shortbread for Zac's tonight
In which I do kung fu in the woods
Almost there
Monday, August 16, 2010
Do you know how many calories there are in 28g of French stick?
Sunday, August 15, 2010
I was a very brave girl today
There's a place called what?
Shooting stars
Just walking in the rain
Friday, August 13, 2010
Another flying visit to Devon
Then, after we'd used up lots of calories, we stopped at the little tea shop, which was very tea-themed.
Tell me again how you fell off the toilet
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
How I want to spend my last hours
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
A case for Sherlock
In which I fall off the toilet
Monday, August 09, 2010
Zumba!
Lookity, it's Burglar Bill!
who's sleeping with who?
Agatha flipping Raisin
Sunday, August 08, 2010
In case of marauding Englishmen
How do you know they're lilies?
Look what else we found in the attic
Saturday, August 07, 2010
How things change
I really hope GrandDaughter likes reading ...
And this:
And here are the 2 boxes of books going to a charity shop:
I'm not going to show you - because it grieves me too much - the bagful of books, too dilapidated or tatty, for anything except the recycling bin.
Not forgetting Lambert, the sheepish lion. The front cover is missing but I adore Lambert so the book's staying regardless.
And here are the picture books that survived:
Ahh, see Dogger? And Mr Magnolia? Lovely books. But where are Each Peach, Pear, Plum, and Five Minutes' Peace, and Burglar Bill? Daughter, have you stolen them?