Hearts, etc

Love is: babysitting at 6am when you know full well you have to get to work pretty soon. never, ever asking your wife to clean the bathroom, because you know she hates it. playing the What I Got From the Library and Why game with good grace for four years. giggling like a fool when she suggests replacing … Continue reading Hearts, etc

Gastronomy

After today's developments I finally feel like it's the right time to make this list: Weird Stuff Timothy Has Eaten On Toast, Part 1: 1. Mince 2. Onions 3. Mustard 4. Lemon icing 5. Tomato pasta 6. Chicken noodles Stuff Timothy Will Not Eat On Toast Under Any Circumstances, Part 1: 1. Margarine. The heck?! Stay tuned: … Continue reading Gastronomy

There’s something about that little ditty

It is the day-after-the-day-after-Christmas, and I've just said goodbye to my sister and packed her off into the gym (she's a personal trainer. I'm not a January health freak insisting her relatives work off their Christmas turkey). I am trying not to cry and failing. Look, I know I'm not sending her off to the … Continue reading There’s something about that little ditty

And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

Phew, we made it. On the eleventh date of Christmas, we flew into town to finish our Christmas shopping, and escaped from the rain into Sweeney and Todd's for lunch. They do excellently meaty pies, but no Johnny Depp. Even if you're not a pie person, their dessert menu is enough to make you weep tears … Continue reading And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

On the Tenth Date of Christmas…

...Timothy was brilliant, that's what. I got a phone call at 4.30pm, while Henry and I were collapsed in the grateful silence of a feed (it had been a colicky sort of afternoon), to say 'I'm coming home. I've got Henry a babysitter. Let's go and watch Sherlock Holmes'. May I remind you that this was … Continue reading On the Tenth Date of Christmas…

Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

We're still dating. For number SIX, Tim made an incredibly snazzy naan bread pizza (ever done this? It's only the best homemade pizza ever. The way to my heart is still a Domino's Texas Barbecue, but this is a close (and much cheaper) second). Then he went out and fetched two McDonald's Festive Pies. Whoever thought of … Continue reading Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

On the Fifth Date of Christmas…

...FIIIIIVE GOOOOOLD RIIIIIIIIINGS! Ok, not really. But haven't you always want to bellow that line out in a public place? I dares you. On the fifth date of Christmas we skipped out to the river in hard, glittery sunshine and had a winter picnic. Winter picnics involve cajun cheese-and-ham toasties, hot chocolate, thick coats, red noses and … Continue reading On the Fifth Date of Christmas…

On the Fourth Date of Christmas…

...we went to market with some lovely friends. Winchester Christmas Market, that is. Winchester is a skip and a jump from Timothy's office, so it seemed silly not to. According to the website, this is the Christmas capital of the UK. A bold claim, methinks. But it's such a beautiful city centre that we decided … Continue reading On the Fourth Date of Christmas…

On the Third Date of Christmas…

...we embarked on the Great and Glorious Christmas Tree Hunt. I take Christmas trees very seriously. They have to be real, trailing their pine-needly smell like a Christmas banner unfurled in the living room. The lights have to be white. And the decorations are deliberately a work-in-progress. When I was little, we would go out … Continue reading On the Third Date of Christmas…

On the Second Date of Christmas…

...we had a Friday night Coen Brothers pyjama party with fancy hot chocolate, yum-yums and a growly Jeff Bridges. (He is very growly in True Grit, isn't he? It took me a good ten minutes to start deciphering what he was saying.) Tim has come down with a special Christmas cold, so we had lemsips aplenty … Continue reading On the Second Date of Christmas…