I can only apologise.
I took some rather lovely photos this afternoon, and told you a whole Wellie story this evening about our Christmas Breakfast and Presents, and EVERYTHING, and we've had a Computer 'Blip' - which has meant that I know ALL of that story, and you don't?
Again. My apologies, and we'll try to fix the problem to bring you the story very soon.
Sunday, 13 January 2013
The Sunday before Christmas, we were invited to enjoy breakfast with our friends Ian and Medina. And were not only treated to a gorgeous brekkie, but a surprise stocking of little goodies to open at the breakfast table.
They've never quite forgotten when Wellie popped a whole chilli-stuffed green olive into her mouth on their sofa a few months back, and cried with laughter for a good half hour, needing an urgent injection of natural yoghurt from their fridge to kiss it better? so M cheekily bought me some Waterproof Mascara, some gorgeous mauve nailvarnish, clementines and a selection of NUTS, (like she's in no way trying to suggest that I am?)
I told you I wasn't joking - and here is the very proof that it exists in all its' glory. The girl is a Crafty Genius. And that wasn't where the laughter ended, because given that Trousers used to be A Mouse in a previous life.....she made something very close to his heart as well..........
Don't you wish YOU had friends like that Children?
You see that's exactly what I love about my life these days....... being utterly spontaneous...able to laugh out loud, completely and utterly at yourself, and with people that you adore, totally being who you are, rather than the person you're expected or supposed to be.
Laugh, cry, throw teddies out of prams, pick up, dust down, carry on.
I'm afraid it hasn't been a productive time though in the Funny Farm Kitchen Garden yet. The sun rises there, but quickly moves around to the front of the house, so the frost lingers in the back garden, and so too in the creative side of my brain. I'm not sure about you, but every year I suffer from SAD (seasonal affective disorder). 'Trust Me, I'm A Gardener' means that I love being outside in the Sunshine, and hate being inside when it isn't. So I tend to cook/hibernate/sew/knit/cook/hibernate.
But thankfully, my sense of humour never leaves me.
Nor does my love of words.
So when Ian and M bought me THE HOROLOGICON by Mark Forsyth for Christmas, it meant that I could take my love of words to another level. His book is superbly written, with such wit as you'd wish you'd written it yourself.
Nor does my love of my Garden Birds. I feed them twice a day. Luckily where we live, we have a CountryWide Store, and you can get a ruddy big sack of mixed corn for £7.99 for feeding Poultry. This is FAR cheaper than buying dead expensive garden centre crap in small bags for huge dosh Children.
I AM beginning to get my head around the Itton Village Show, with who M and I would love to help us this year? and what our 2013 Show Schedule is gorgeously going to be....
so if you're interested in local village shows, keep one eye open on ours', and have a giggle at the same time maybe.
My Love for now. Keep Safe. Keep Warm, and I'll see you next time.