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I'll be back...

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Have you ever regretted asking a question?
I have...
'Would you like to go and see the new Terminator film?' I asked the husband over a cup of tea and a couple of dairy, wheat, egg and gluten free ginger biscuits. (I don't know what is holding these biscuits together, but they are all that keeps me sane these days).  Well dear readers, his little face lit up like Oxford Street on Christmas Eve and I suggested that we go at the weekend.  This involved going to his favourite cinema where he could get a Rum'n'Raisin ice cream smoothie, and to be honest with you, I'm not too sure which one he was more excited about.
'Great idea!' the husband said.  'Which one has been your favourite to date? '  
Now I could have lied.  In fact, I should have lied, but the three words ('None of them') had slipped out of my mouth before it had time to receive instructions from my brain.  The incredulous look he gave me was only rivaled by the look I got three year…

Time after time...

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So another weekend flies by in a nano second.  As you all know, I spent a lovely day in my friend Emma's vintage shop helping out and learning the ropes for when I am on my own (I am already panicking about this - how much damage can I realistically do in an hour and a half?  Time will tell...)
But let's be honest here.  She has many wonderful things in this gorgeous shop of hers, and going round the shop looking studiously where the bags where, which cabinet the stunning jewellery is housed in, which dress went where etc, what I was really doing was jotting down in my head a shopping list for when the self-imposed clothes shopping embargo limps to an end.  Within the first hour of being in there, I had already bought (virtually of course) at least three dresses. a skirt, a pair of trousers, a couple of jumpers and some shoes.  And don't get me started on the bags.  I confess that I did buy a bag which is sitting reverently on my chest of drawers waiting for its first outin…

Stir it up...

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I am officially puddinged out...
Two in the steamer and another seven to go over the weekend, and that's all the curranty cooking done for another year.  This is the earliest I have ever done them, and as ever, I had my Christmas music playing loud and proud while I followed the recipe handed down by five generations on the Mother's side.  
What I love about this recipe is the way that each generation has tweaked the recipe with minor weight changes, all neatly done with a pen.  The only ingredient which seems to have increased every year is the amount of rum which goes into making two puddings.  The original writer of the recipe allowed for a mere three tablespoons of rum, but as the years have gone by, it has increased to almost the half a litre which I bunged in today.  And that doesn't take into account the large slosh which goes on top of them when they are cooked.  Better put another bottle on my shopping list.  Just in case.
So as you know, I am working at the lovely E…

New horizons...

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I read somewhere recently that to keep yourself interesting to be around, you should try and do or try one new thing every day.  Over the past twenty years of so, I would hazard a guess that the nearest I have ever been to this is changing my washing powder or eating avocado some time ago.  But today, I have managed to do not one, but three new things.
Close to where I live is a donkey sanctuary, and the last few times I have driven by there has been a majestic looking white donkey with the longest ears I have ever seen.  Standing amongst the other donkeys, he was a head and shoulders taller than the others and looked almost king like.  So today, I made the decision that I would like to sponsor him.  It's a charity and I know that every penny is welcome, but it would mean that every time I passed this majestic looking beast, I could nod across to it and claim ownership. 
'Do you know which one you'd like to adopt?' asked the lovely lady at the sanctuary.  Well ladies, I …

Sheer heart attack...

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And so endeth another weekend of birthday celebrations...
Never mind being 56 this year, after the last five days, you could add another twenty years to that and I would still be struggling.  It's been a busy few days starting with a night Oop North with son number two and the gorgeous Miss M who is featuring very strongly in his life.  I love watching our children falling in love and making a life with their partners.  I'm not quite ready to buy any head wear as yet, but I have high hopes for all of them.  
So Leeds.  Always loud.  Always busy and to date, always wet.  I had a great day with son number two and the main reason for this is that I was able to actually get a new item of clothing.  Before you start yelling at me about my new year's resolution, I am happy to say that no money changed hands. My devious best friend, Mrs S, bought me a shirt for my birthday.  Thinking outside the box, she had picked a shirt that I wouldn't like in a month of Sundays, and which w…

Twist and shout...

Can you hear me cheering from where you are sitting?  At last, after at least three weeks of sitting in the lounge with enough layers on to ensure that I bore no resemblance to the female form (ie, everything went out rather than in and out), the husband has finally conceded that it may be time to put the heating on.  The decision was made a couple of mornings ago after a run in with his pyjamas.
These are kept for desperate measures, and on Monday night when I went up for my shower, they were laid reverently over the radiator in readiness for bed.  Waking up on Tuesday morning, the husband stated that he 'wasn't going to wear his leisure wear again'.  (He can't bring himself to call them pyjamas, based on the fact that he got them as a freebie on a long haul Virgin flight).  'I thought you liked your jammies'.  This word is considered even worse than pyjamas, but full advantage of a man's weaknesses must always be exploited.  His response?  'I reckon I&…

War of the worlds...

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Well, we survived the Martian invasion...
The War of the Worlds immersive experience was all that I feared it would be.  Shuffled off down a dark alley with several other poor unsuspecting souls (the husband and I had necked a couple of drinks beforehand, so were struggling to take the warning of pending death too seriously) I was told off for being jovial when the world was coming to an end.  Well I'm sorry, but after a couple of vodkas, everything is fairly fluffy in my world, but it wasn't long before the smile was wiped off my face.  
The whole thing was brilliant, especially the bits where we had to put the virtual reality headsets on.  One minute you're in a confessional box desperately trying to think of something to confess to the priest on the other side of the screen (nicking my kids' Easter eggs while they were at school was the best I could offer), and then the headset is on and you are hiding from the Martians.  I'm not saying it was realistic, but I hav…