Ready for ye.
Ready for ye.
I've yet to manage an aesthetically pleasing tree since we had kids. They're all teenagers now but the tree is still messy.
I acquired a set of coloured non-leds, and until they die, I'm doing retro.
I've yet to manage an aesthetically pleasing tree since we had kids. They're all teenagers now but the tree is still messy.
I acquired a set of coloured non-leds, and until they die, I'm doing retro.
Youngest son is quoting some arbitrary rules about 1st December to me, but you can't pass up a dry, bright Sunday like that.
Plus whoever climbs the ladder makes the rules round here.
Youngest son is quoting some arbitrary rules about 1st December to me, but you can't pass up a dry, bright Sunday like that.
Plus whoever climbs the ladder makes the rules round here.
I understand many wouldn't thank me 😁 but finding it so, so interesting.
I understand many wouldn't thank me 😁 but finding it so, so interesting.
(Probably makes no sense if your postcode doesn't begin with a BT.)
(Probably makes no sense if your postcode doesn't begin with a BT.)
Funny how the sight of a single item can instantly transport you back to your childhood.
Funny how the sight of a single item can instantly transport you back to your childhood.
Both my grandas were young soldiers, luckier than many because they returned and had families, but affected by WWII for the rest of their lives, physically and mentally.
Both my grandas were young soldiers, luckier than many because they returned and had families, but affected by WWII for the rest of their lives, physically and mentally.
Better than expected.
Better than expected.
Although I envy the wee table and chairs.
Although I envy the wee table and chairs.
Still never doing a turnip again, it's murder on the arms.
Still never doing a turnip again, it's murder on the arms.
Cream of fennel, with crispy bacon.
Cream of fennel, with crispy bacon.