Category Archives: Dating
A letter to Stepson 1 on dating and adulting
Stepson 1: Tomorrow Dad, your Mum and Stepson 2 will be driving you to university to properly start grown up life. I’m a little concerned about this, as there still seem to be issues with knowing how to slice an … Continue reading
Idyllic Ibiza. Mostly without, you know: people.
A quiet holiday with no Pog moments is what I desperately wanted this year after the mishaps of the last few. Especially as I quite liked the idea of Himself thinking I am a grown up, just occasionally, and this … Continue reading
People watching
I do like a spot of people watching. I like imagining the connections between groups or couples and thinking up their back stories. Last weekend I went to the local shop and had two coffees so I could spend more … Continue reading
Four days, three beds, one birthday
Last week was a roller coaster week…..again. But it ended on a high :o) Thursday was my birthday and I was whisked away by Himself for cocktails: Birthday cake (I’d specifically requested a Marks and Spencer trifle and that was … Continue reading
Catch up
This last week has been busy. Norman has taken a while to settle in at Mum and Dad’s: But we’re pretty much there now, and with a much bigger space to work in, he can supervise more effectively: He’s still … Continue reading
Fires, fun and a few incidents
This weekend has been one of those of two halves – the grown up normal stuff and the Pog stuff. Friday night, Himself and I went to a pub in the next village along that I’ve been to once in the … Continue reading
This week in makingness…
(Sorry, these things are all rather random and the day has been too long to wind them together in a better way, so in the style of ‘showing’ / ‘show and tell’ at primary school…) This week I’ve made: …Cherry Pie. … Continue reading
Enormousness of the calf variety
My sisters and I all have a bit of a weird affliction. It’s our legs; our calves to be specific. They are big. Really big. Abnormally big. We all do a fair amount of exercise too which moves them from … Continue reading
A note to Mary Berry
Mary Berry, I think I might love you. Me, the Pog who mostly eats toast, actually cooked last night. I mean, with all different ingredients that I had to buy separately and use more than one pot to combine. I was … Continue reading