Monthly Archives: December 2012
Every year I tell myself I’ll do a post about Christmas, about my mum and how she died a few days before Christmas.
Every year the date comes and goes and I don’t draw anything.
Because I can’t draw anything remotely near how it feels.
Santa brought us a games console for Christmas.
We’re currently locked in a battle to shoot dinosaurs and save the planet. It’s not going to be easy but I know a few children up for the job…
We have Bonnie’s DNA test results and I’m happy to announce she is officially, one hundred percent, dog.
Haven’t seen the children much today but come to think of it haven’t seen the floor either or the bottom of the port bottle yet.
Are the animals on Santa’s naughty list or Santa’s nice list has been the discussion of the day.
No no no no no! Husband has brought home evil work lurgy thing days before Christmas!
I am armed with bleach bottle and hot water….
To anyone I bopped with my wrapping paper rolls, sorry.
Or an Elizabethan collar.
Either way I’m not sure how long she’ll last in it before it does fly off into space…
Mixed, brandied (with pleasure), and baked.
Marzipaned and iced.
Decorated and pockmarked by children with sticky fingers..
Not to be eaten in slivers, only wedges.
Can I hear the kettle boiling?
Don’t look away, Arnie’ll swipe your jaffa cake when you’re not looking.
Angels, kings, and a little group of cheeky robins (loving the wiggle Gruff).
Well I certainly didn’t think I’d be walking down a main road with two escaped ponies when I woke up this morning. Shame, there’s a lot of abandoning of these pitiful creatures at the moment. This mother and foal have been reported to the local horse pound, (yes Swansea has a horse pound).
I got them to a local park where at least they were safe.
We’ve decided to find out what breeds make up our half pig, half twig dog, Bonnie, by doing a DNA test.
Just the issue of swabbing the inside of her cheek now…
The spread of cute animal hats cannot be contained, world domination is surely imminent…
A true assault on all senses this year. Shame my lot can’t remove themselves from it yet to appreciate its full splendour…