The real world
On Christmas Jigsaws – day 1
Every Christmas, my family does a jigsaw puzzle. This year they’re doing one without me, so I’m doing one without them… 🙂 DB is helping, but hasn’t had nearly as much practice…
On Christmas trees and humbugs
Happy Christmas luffly peoples 🙂 Or “Bah Humbug!”, whatever you want…
On Crumbs for Christmas
…I’m on the way home now and there’s one bag left, I wonder who’ll cross my path looking hungry on the way home…
On decorating the workshop
Decorations – not just for Christmas! This is the wall on your right as you come into the workshop: These are on the wall on your left: All of these Glass Things were hidden in the workshop, gathering dust. As part of our Christmas cleaning marathon, we decided to put them on display instead.
On Christmas cleaning
My colleague and I cleaned the workshop today. Every. Last. Inch. Of. It. It took ALL DAY. From 9am until 5pm, with half an hour for lunch, we scrubbed and wiped and vacuumed and washed and dried and sorted and tidied… …and decorated. And now it looks all sparkly and clean and luffly…..and we feel […]
On falling for bizarre advertising
My vacuum cleaner transforms my house into a feel-good oasis. Apparently. That’s what packaging of the new vacuum bag said anyway. I think I need more convincing. *** The bag came with a sealed plastic packet of tiny gel balls, much like the ones that swell up to look like oversized frogspawn when you soak […]
On making the extra milk jug
Because if you’re going to make a chocolate teapot in the middle of the night, you might as well make a milk jug to keep it company… (And also because I am more likely to be asked to make a chocolate teapot than to walk even the first mile…)
On momentary connection
Usually, when I get on the train in the morning, it’s full of other people who are all minding their own business, and presumably trying to wake up before they get to work. People read if they have space to hold a book or a phone, or stare out of the window if they don’t. […]
On bad weather and snow buggies
“Bad weather is good for the soul – it gives you something to complain about”
On new telephones
Once upon a time there was one glasblower, one phone and one number. A little while later, a second glassblower arrived. Shortly after his arrival, there was a small argument resulting in a second phone and a second number. Time passed. Last year, I strolled onto the scene and used the first phone without so […]
