A VALENTINE'S DAY MILKSHAKE...

Pity the man whose wife's birthday is just beforeValentine's Day.

He doesn't want to be buying more chocolates and/or cards and/or flowers.  And I don't blame him.

No really I don't.

I'm lucky enough to be married to a man who does (is that the right word?) romantic gestures all year round (on reflection I think perhaps makes romantic gestures is better) . . . Things like putting air in my car tyres; not making me feel a big ninny for being too much of a pussy to drive anywhere other than very, very local; encouraging me to do the crafty and writingy things I enjoy even though I feel guilty because I don't go out to work ...
I could go on.
(I won't, don't worry).

BEHIND THE TIMES? MOI?

Or ... Bear With Me, I'm new to Mad Men

I was aware of Mad Men.  Ooh yonks ago I heard about it.  I just never saw any of it. 

Until late last year when the good people at Sky or BBC, or some other magic thing that shows me tv programmes, started running the serieseses again, right from the beginning.  

I have now seen Five and Half Series.

And can I just say ....

SSHHH! IT'S A SECRET...

Or...I went to a Talk.  It Was About The War.  

Well hello again.

 This week - look at me jumping straight in there, no shame I tell you - I did a most exciting thing.

You may have to use your imaginations a bit here because I can understand that, although it was very exciting to me, it may not be everyone's idea of a thrill...

This week I took myself off to A Talk at the Local Historical Society.  Yes, A Talk.  How grown up is that?

It was with great excitement that I noticed in a glossy flyer that plopped into my entrance vestibule, that 'British Resistance in World War Two' would be debated.  It even had words like 'Dad's Underground Army' in the blurb.  How could I resist?

Well I couldn't, is the short answer.

MEMORIES; LIKE THE CORNERS OF MY MIND...

...Or, alternatively, Like the Ones in Our Book

Hello to you and a Happy (if belated) New Year!

Wooohoooo 2014!
Not sure why that elicited such a whoop from me - I was after all expecting it to be 2014.  As far as I know there were no plans for a 2013a.

And what will this New Year bring, I wonder?  Who knows.  So far in our area we've had torrential rain, resulting in swollen rivers and muddy dog-walks - and, on a more personal note, I've just done 2 hours of ironing.  Who knows what else is in store?  Not me, that's for sure-as-susan.

To wantonly misquote the lyrics from 'Road to Nowhere' - "We don't know where we're going, but we do know where we've been".  It's just we can't always remember the details.

'TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY...

 

...Or at least very, very silly.

 

 

 

 

 

Soooo, a little later than usual in the gay old month of December, the Family W set off to purchase the Christmas Tree. It has become a tradition that we always go to the same Garden Centre, at around the same time of the month (although we failed on that count this year) and we always choose the same type of tree - a Nordmann fir.