Happy Christmas, Everybody

 
I was in a panic all of yesterday: Tory Boy phoned to say he wouldn’t be home until 7:30 tonight.  The weather is forecast to be dreadful today and I’ve been worried sick.  To take my mind off my problems, I cleaned.  I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned until I was sick.  Of it, that [...]

Tilly Bud’s Got The X-Factor As Well

I have to say a big ‘thank you’ to Joe Mcelderry and the X-Factor: they bumped yesterday’s stats by a third.  With the show just finishing and the winner declared, people have obviously been Googling the names and accidentally coming up with me.  The Hub is always telling me to talk about current affairs to [...]

It’s Christmas – Official

Which one is the angel?

Clue: Not the one on the right.
We put the tree up last night.  It was surprisingly quick – only three hours this time.  Odd really, because, for the first time ever,  Tory Boy wasn’t here to help <pause for Mother’s weeping>.   He is busy with end-of-term essays and end-of-term parties.  [...]

The Host Of Christmas Past

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 

I couldn’t sleep last night – I ran out of decaffeinated Earl Grey on Monday and I don’t shop until tomorrow – and I lay awake thinking of past Christmases, so I thought I would share one with you; it’s an easy way to fill a blog.  Christmas 2006 was not a vintage year.  We got [...]

The Tooth, The Whole Tooth, And Nothing But The Tooth

I read a story on Parentdish about a child who drew a picture of his mother in which she appeared to be a pole dancer but she was actually selling shovels, and it reminded me of a similar story from my childhood.  My Dad worked shifts and when he was on nights  my Little Brother would [...]

A Tilly Bud Family Christmas

 
 
 
 
 

It’s the first of December and I’m in the holiday spirit.  We woke up this morning to discover Jack Frost had replaced the mild(ish) but wet weather with ice and the car was frozen to the driveway.  Therefore, I thought I would start this month with a description of our Christmas.  It is always the [...]

Spud: An Apology

Dearest Whinger,
Sorry for taking all the credit for your creative genius.  Yes, you did come up with ‘Drip drop plop,’ but, to be fair, it was me who changed it to ‘Drip drip plop,’ so the creative genius was really all mine.
While I’m at it, I’d better confess that the last line was your father’s.  [...]

Day’s Gone By.

Despite my getting into a tizz over nothing, yesterday was lovely.  Tory Boy finally arrived about two o’clock; appeared to genuinely admire his room; made fun of his neurotic mother; and ate my delicious roast dinner.  I know it was delicious because there were three dishwasher loads.  Dishwasher loads are how I measure the success of a meal: [...]

One Angry Mother

Friday     13/11/09:  Wonderful son tells doting mother he will be catching the earliest train home next weekend.
Saturday 21/11/09:  Doting mother disgorges humongous chicken from tiny freezer; checks every detail of wonderful son’s new room; extra-cleans house.
Sunday    22/11/09:  9 a.m.   Doting Mother phones wonderful son to see what time he will be arriving.   Calls twelve times until dear [...]

O Happy Day!

Hair today, here tomorrow

Tory Boy will be home tomorrow; his first – and last – visit of the term.  We will exchange hugs and kisses; and dirty washing for food supplies.  He will arrive earlyish and leave first thing on Monday morning.  I will cook roast chicken and all the trimmings and fuss over him so that [...]