This post was inspired by #ThePrompt linky hosted by the Mumturnedmom blog. The prompt word on this occasion was Christmas, no huge surprise bearing in mind the time of year. Click on the badge at the end to visit the linky. I have an uneasy relationship with Christmas. On the one hand I think it
With a Christmas party planned for later in December, I’ve been thinking about decorating the house properly. An old housemate of mine used to decorate her room with net lights and the effect was marvellous so I thought I’d try and replicate this at home. In fairness, I should probably have paid a little more
We’ve been reading a couple of books from the Paragon range over recent weeks. The most timely, bearing in mind the season, is Clement C. Moore’s classic The Night Before Christmas (known to some as A Visit from St Nicholas). You’re probably familiar with the poem to a greater or lesser degree, but it tells
I was up at half five yesterday morning boiling a white polo shirt in a think soup of coffee grounds. You’re probably wondering why I was behaving in this eccentric fashion. The answer is very simple; it’s that time of year when my eldest child needs a costume for her Christmas play and a brown
