Category Archives: Pog Life
Christmasness
For about five years I have tried making Brie and cranberry canapés for Christmas. Every year they have been a complete disaster. I think I might have finally cracked it though! (You just have to ignore the fact that they … Continue reading
My own little Christmas fairy
I seem to be starting the Christmassy thing, Pog style. Yesterday I channeled my inner Father Christmas when I got stuck in my loft hatch. I was trying to get a set of drawers down and to the charity shop … Continue reading
Pointless conversations
I seem to be collecting pointless conversations at the moment. Here’s a couple, just so you can share in their pointlessness (well, it is the season of sharing): The house selling saga continues (the buying part has taken on a … Continue reading
Discombobulation
I’m feeling a bit discombobulated. It doesn’t feel Christmassy right down to the weather (- I saw a butterfly and two primroses in the garden today) yet tomorrow is my last working day of the year. I keep starting to tell people I am … Continue reading
New desk, new colleagues, complete lack of patience
Last week I moved desks at work. Again. This time it was only two floors, but it was the biggest sh*t show yet. I’d packed a crate the previous week and been promised that my new desk may have no natural … Continue reading
A bit of wondering
Sometimes you have to wonder about people. Even the people who are close to you. On Saturday, as I do most weekends at some point, I spoke to my friend The Lovely Nut on the phone. As is often the … Continue reading
Blue skies and smiles
When you have spent half of every weekend for the last five weeks sorting out all the crap in your house and driving huge quantities to the tip in preparation for moving on an unknown date, there’s not much better … Continue reading
Guarding raindrops
It’s Friday. It’s the end of the week. It’s raining. But the week is nearly over and the relaxation can almost start. Until you realise that the dripping of that rain on the conservatory isn’t just outside. It’s inside and … Continue reading
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