Had to paint the window for Christmas, other windows in the house have had a makeover too. Beats cleaning them.
Swansea is glowing. NASA have confirmed we are shining out to the universe a message of neon and tinsel through the endless, cold rain and wind. Even through the grey, permanent cloud that envelopes the city in a wet hug, we are shining. I haven’t tripped over in the dark all week, it’s lovely and bright.
Every plug socket, overloaded with nine cable extensions, of course it’s safe, they’re LED’s, plug it in Mam, light it up.
We are so bright, we are shining, come on then Santa we haven’t got all month you know, can’t you see we’ve been ever so good?
Now pass me a mince pie, no it is my first one, honest.
A little mix of my best bits at Christmas.
I wish you all a peaceful time and remember kindness is always better than a plateful of sprouts.
Been laid up ill with flu. That was fun. Somehow it’s now Christmas and I’m in headless chicken panic mode.
We go way back the moon and me. I’ve walked many times in the dark over the years when the moon has been high and bright in the sky.
One night, I walked up the garden in my pyjamas, clutching a howling newborn. The moonlight was a welcome distraction whilst I soothed my little bundle of noise.
Some nights, the sky has been filled with the noise of drunks singing, some nights have been filled with barking dogs and other nights, there was simply the whisper of trees and wind.
One full moon, I heard the shrieks of a tawny owl over a floodlit valley.
I’ve huddled under a bridge while the moon shone, hoping my problems would melt away but it just shone as close as it could to my crouching figure in the shadows.
And one time, I walked in despair, neither caring nor looking and the moon continued to shine.
Last night I walked in the cold, solstice, moonshine and it shone right through me and dog for our whole walk.
I was taking a walk with an old friend you see.
I’m sure there are many people taking a walk tonight to escape this time of year and I hope they find their answers under the moon or at least know they are not alone.
Wishing you all a peaceful time at mid winter. To moonlit nights.
Signing off for time with my tribe. Have a peaceful Christmas and please give a sprout a chance.
Christmas wrapping paper, present buying, panic, panic, panic. I am not ready for Christmas, I haven’t even got the decorations out of the loft yet. The whole street is lit up like an airport landing strip and our house sits in darkness.
Hang on a minute, it’s only the 5th of December.
When did Christmas start this early?
Santa gets Elves, I want an elf, an organised one please.
Wishing you all a very merry Christmas. Here’s a animated GIF file for you to spread some festive fun.
Be kind to those sprouts and eat one for me.
Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas, I hope it includes sprouts, they’re a most misunderstood vegetable and my children hate them as equally as Monday mornings.
Thank you for all your comments and likes this year, I will keep drawing. See you around!
Nearly time for the Doctor Who Christmas special! Have to have Christmas dinner finished by time it starts!
We have a Christmas hat for Bonnie but she’d much rather shred it than wear it…
The Christmas tree is now dominating our dining room and the cat has taken up residence inside it. Feeling much more Chrismassy now!
Arnie would like fish for Christmas and complete and utter rule over the dog.
Mollie is my friend’s dog and she’s here for a mini break for a few days. Can’t say Arnie is too impressed by having another dog in the house but Bonnie is made up!
Millie has told Evie and Gruff that there is a weeping angel at the top of the tree…
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.
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?
Angels, kings, and a little group of cheeky robins (loving the wiggle Gruff).
A true assault on all senses this year. Shame my lot can’t remove themselves from it yet to appreciate its full splendour…
Bored of writing about me…..let’s have a story!
Oh and thanks for following my blog this year. Happy Christmas, I hope its a peaceful and happy one.