One of my favourite decorations. Paco is coming for roast lamb tonight. The aroma is driving me mad already. It's wonderful.
The town is full of small ladies clutching shopping bags. They are shouting recipes across the carpark at the supermarket. I spent a happy ten minutes at the chinese treasure store and emerged with red thread, silver thread, a cooking pan for the turkey.
Weather alert warnings everywhere.
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Saturday, 18 December 2010
Friday, 17 December 2010
Warming up.
I guess this is the equivalent of warming up on the piano. When my mind is blank I doodle, and then suddenly, a very eccentric lady I knew years ago appears bottom right, the pointing finger still there! She was always waiting for the spaceship to come and take her away from this horrible planet...which it did eventually...except nobody saw it except herself.
The tree is here. Hooray!
Oh, and it's cold outside.
The tree is here. Hooray!
Oh, and it's cold outside.
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Partee on
Under serious gremlin attack. Having replaced all the colour cartridges in order to print a copy of my residencia the printer explodes into streams of black ink. When the green page finally printed it turned purple a few hours later.
There are actually four ladies in this little group of party makers but two have vanished when I transfered them from Adobe illustrator to Photoshop.
I ordered a nail varnish that changes colour in sunlight for Alice who used to be Frank but as you reach checkout they announce it cannot be sent overseas.
The invisible wife left her dog locked up in her house for ten hours yesterday which means I bawl with helpless rage. And, as she is invisible there is never a moment to tell her to stop treating the dog is such a horrible manner.
Apart from that everything is great. Why does christmas make me feel wimpy?
There are actually four ladies in this little group of party makers but two have vanished when I transfered them from Adobe illustrator to Photoshop.
I ordered a nail varnish that changes colour in sunlight for Alice who used to be Frank but as you reach checkout they announce it cannot be sent overseas.
The invisible wife left her dog locked up in her house for ten hours yesterday which means I bawl with helpless rage. And, as she is invisible there is never a moment to tell her to stop treating the dog is such a horrible manner.
Apart from that everything is great. Why does christmas make me feel wimpy?
Monday, 13 December 2010
Ratbag Granny
Still haven't made the cards but I am making roast pork later...and dark, green cabbage ...and roast potatoes...and gravy.
I cannot believe the Wii. It says my age is 68 today...pleeeeeezzzzzzz and I have gained a kilo in the last week. Excuse me? After virtually running three thousand meters, ski jumping, slalom racing and cycling...a kilo? And I still am within my ideal body weight? How does this work then?
I cannot believe the Wii. It says my age is 68 today...pleeeeeezzzzzzz and I have gained a kilo in the last week. Excuse me? After virtually running three thousand meters, ski jumping, slalom racing and cycling...a kilo? And I still am within my ideal body weight? How does this work then?
Sunday, 12 December 2010
Cutey Pie
Had a snowball fight on the Wii with Alice who used to be Frank. I excell in uncoordination and it seems we may go to town on Tuesday as she wants a new party frock. I have not heard the word "frock" for years.
Paco and Patrick went christmas tree hunting in three different villages, no luck. Christmas without a tree? Aah naaaawww.Still haven't made any cards. I should never have started making them.
Blowing a gale outside.
Paco and Patrick went christmas tree hunting in three different villages, no luck. Christmas without a tree? Aah naaaawww.Still haven't made any cards. I should never have started making them.
Blowing a gale outside.
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