Tag Archives: Himself
Christmas excitement
In a complete departure from every run up to Christmas I’ve had in a long time, this one has been about alot of snowmen and snow ladies: A rather young looking Father Christmas: The making of a hat for Barnaby … Continue reading
Another parcel and more smiles
I think I may have been born at the wrong time. Social media is all very well and good, but the only thing better than sending a parcel is receiving one (I know it’s supposed to be the other way … Continue reading
Christmas and coldness and frost bites
I have snow (on the blog. Not in Beachville. And actually, the snow is only on some formats – possibly just desktops, but you know. Snow is snow, and I kind of have some, somewhere). And that must mean it’s … Continue reading
ooh la la-ness in ooh la la land
When you go to Paris for a long weekend to meet the family of Himself (all there for a birthday) and take a walk down the Seine, just the two of you, it’s best not to meet the family for … Continue reading
Advent calendar makingness
I have been sadly lacking on the makingness front recently. There doesn’t seem to be as much time for it these days, but a rather fantabulous opportunity came up recently. I can just about handle myself around small people, but … Continue reading
Trying REALLY hard to relax. And failing.
Before I moved to Beachville I’d been yoga-ing every week for a good few years. I’m not sure if it was the actual yoga, my ridiculously patient teacher or some of the people in the class who became really good … Continue reading
Little Wisp smiles
I’m one of those people who isn’t good with change. So moving to Beachville was a big thing for me. Don’t get me wrong. I love the place, the fact that you don’t have to look too hard for something … Continue reading
A bit more photography homework
I’m not becoming camera obsessed, but I’m afraid this is another post about photographs. Because on Sunday we got up at 5.30am – yes, AM. On a Sunday – and went to the beach to take photos. We’ve been taught … Continue reading
More ouch than anticipated
I admit it: I kind of thought that a day or two after having my old lady leg all fixed up, I’d be pretty much back to normal and making the most of some time off work. This level of … Continue reading
Popping my football cherry
What’s a really good way to spend a Sunday afternoon when your girlfriend is not terribly keen on crowds and doesn’t do football? Go to a football match together, of course. The sort with a record number of well over … Continue reading
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