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Many many many thanks to Farli, your wonderfully WISE gift arrived this morning. A-perfect-for-my-Christmas-colour-scheme Christmas stocking knitted (and I’m in awe of anyone who can knit a square never mind something as intricate as this) to an Estonian pattern, filled with a not-quite-but-better-than* chocolate orange and accompanied by a card:

stocking, card and chocolate

<– This is supposed to be a better picture to show the details. It does have the whole stocking in, but it appears to be fuzzier. While it’s true to say I’m getting very fed up with my camera, in this case it’s my photography / editing skills. Sorry.

Looking back at a past Farli project, I’m given to wonder if it’s the same wool used for Rusk’s hoodie?


* Chocolate Orange Divine bar, better because it’s fairly traded chocolate, fits in the stocking, and fits through my letter box!

A Word To The WISE

My WISE package is posted and is on its way. I may drop some hints later as to where it’s going, but for now ‘not within the UK’ will do. Turns out the people were supposed to be picking up the electrocuting blanket between 9 and 5 (not what they told us yesterday). We rescheduled for Monday, which didn’t stop them putting a card through the door to tell us we weren’t in today. Gah.

Tagging along

Yes, these new wiblogs are fantastic for procrastination aren’t they. I’m still thinking what to do for most of my categories, but tagging is great fun, especially as Jack pointed out in the comments with the tag-cloud.

I’m sat in waiting for someone to pick up the electrocuting blanket, in 30 minutes they’ll be officially late, but typically I’ve been waiting since 9am. hopefully they’ll make it in time, because I want to get my WISE parcel in the post on time, given it’s going outside of the UK. Going to the post office would take very little time, but that would be the exact window in which they’d show up.

The Brownies did very well in their inspection last night, only one not in uniform (although there were only eight of them there due to a temporally displaced Halloween disco at the local school). We also had a fire drill, covered books, had a story and a game and talked about or favourite books and authors. Jacqueline Wilson and Humphrey the Hamster scoring very highly on the appreciation index.


I have to stop editing tags for today – it’s far too addictive, and also therapeutic to go through my blogging history of the past (nearly) six years, but other thigs need doing.

In reference to the title I had a very worrying experience last night, my new (and soon to be sent back) electric blanket was passing a charge through me so that when I touched Rhys’ arm there was a definite crakly sensation. Needless to say it was unplugged soon after, and I’ll just go back to bedsocks and a hot water bottle from now on.

Brownies start their booklovers badges tonight. There is also going to be a spot inspection, so I need to make sure I’m tidy enough not to be a hypocrite!

It’s Chriiiistmaaaas!

As I walked up to the front doors of our local-ish massive supermarket yesterday, I was slightly bewildered to find that the space to the left of the entrance to which I was automatically heading in order to pick up a trolley actually contained none. The initial dilemma was soon sorted out – there were some spare trolleys to the right of the entrance, but then I looked more closely at what was being displayed in the former trolley space. Yes, you’ve guessed – trees and decorations. As I pushed my displaced trolley and self into the store I noticed that the “Automatic-Barriers-That-Let-Shoppers-In-But-Not-Out-Again” (TM) were emblazoned with the words ‘Merry Christmas’. Add to this that the major display space at the front of the store was stacked with Christmas items, and that mince pies have been in stock for weeks (best before next Tuesday).

So, this is Christmas and what have you done? Another year over and a new one just begun… If you had any plans to achieve anything before the end of 2008, abandon all hope. Christmas is here and your time must be spent buying food, writing cards, buying presents, decorating the house, buying wine, organising parties, buying a new fancy outfit and singing carols.

But hurry, the fleeting Christmas spirit never lasts long, after a few days of this you’ll be hankering for your normal life back again, wanting to avoid the rich food and increasing overdraft, by my reckoning we’ve got until about November 24th to fit our celebrations in before it all just gets a bit too much. 2009 will have to start early on 25th November, update your calenders now – or even better go and buy new ones while the real spending spirit of Christmas is still with us.

Have a good one


I’m here :)

So despite my blog doing its best to hide from administrators, lose its posts, lose its comments, and as a last ditch attempt put half of my road in a power blackout for half an hour thus losing the internet I AM ACTUALLY HERE!

However it is now gone midnight, so I should not be here.

Goodnight, sleep well



so it’s that time of year again when I write a blog entry purely to let Greenbelt-attending-wibloggers know that I still exist, and will be at the wibmeet.

Not that most of you know who I am by this stage, as this blog has very much fallen by the wayside, but we can always introduce ourselves there.

We’re following our usual plan of getting there the night before to avoid the early morning, so I’ll see you at the TTT / Jesus Arms (my vote’s for the former) on Saturday afternoon :)

If you’ve no idea what I’m talking about don’t worry, normal service will be resumed at some unspecified future point.

Why Slugs?

Last night at quasi-church we were asked what one question we’d ask of God given the chance, and the title of this post was mine.
I can just about cope with them eating my garden, which is a bit of a mess anyway. I can live with them being everywhere, and not being able to go outside barefoot at all.
I hate them getting in the house, but I’ve not seen one in the kitchen for a while.
I can even cope with the recently reported Welsh breed of carnivorous slug, because it wouldn’t have caused the problem I had last week. Rhys was away, so I put out a not for the milkman ordering half the amount of milk for the next couple of days. However when I got up the following morning, I found I had the usual amount of milk – a slug had eaten the note.
Not only that, but it wasn’t until I got the bottles into the kitchen that I noticed a slug on each one.

Silly Love Songs

I was picked on by our minister in our morning service this week to answer a question on the spot with no preparation. I failed to come up with any sort of useful, amusing, appropriate or otherwise answer. Normally I’m not this lost for words, at least coming up with something half witty, only to refine it beautifully as the opportunity passes. But this one had me stumped.

The question – “Tell us the name of a song that describes your love for Rhys“. (Rhys, by the way being my husband of nearly nine years in case you don’t know us and thought the minister was being ,really odd.)

So being me, a fan of Richard Thompson, June Tabor and various other expounders of love gone wrong, I had a thousand inappropriate songs going through my head. There are other songs that as a couple we have adopted as our songs over the years. None of these have anything to do with love, other than occasionally in the aforementioned ‘gone wrong’ capacity. One of the songs played at our wedding reception by friends who know us very well was Matty Groves (incidentally I just tried to link to a blog post I made about that song in mid May 2003, but it seems to have been written before the days of permawiblinks. It appears I was having a very bad day that day, so I’ve taken my own advice and am typing this post into Word first too). It turns out that there were people in the congregation willing me to come out with something highly inappropriate and therefore hilarious. Not being one to totally disappoint, it’s a little too late for the sermon, but the one I should have said was “Great Balls of Fire” – can anyone do any better?

Really there is no song that describes my love for Rhys, or any significant part of our relationship. We are two unique individuals, just as God intended, and therefore make a unique couple. Neither of us are popular songwriters (thank goodness), and no-one without an inside knowledge of our relationship could write a song about it. So even when you take away all the songs where love goes wrong or was never meant to be or is cruelly cut short, you are left with a (small) handful of songs that mostly don’t quite hit the mark. One or two other people were asked, and gave the answers; “It Must Be Love” (Which is admittedly a weak point in my argument, being a good song and fairly good at describing love, I think it’s just too cheery for me though.), “When I’m Sixty Four” (The respondent being that age), something by Dire Straits (reflecting husband’s music tastes) and “Wonderful Tonight” (vomit)

As the sermon went on, the point was made that these songs are different to the love songs we sing as part of our worship together. (‘Jesus is my boyfriend’ titles apart), yet this is where we really have to rely on the words of others to describe our personal relationship. And maybe this is why so often that act of congregational singing can be so difficult. Sometimes those words seem a million miles away from what we want to be saying to God. I would never serenade Rhys with a rendition of ‘Wonderful Tonight’ (partly because I can’t sing and don’t know the words to be fair) because it just isn’t what our relationship is about. So what does God think when I join in with a song just because everyone else is singing. What does He think when I sit one or two out?

By the end of the service none of these questions were answered. It had occurred to me though that ‘Bring Me Sunshine’ was as close to the mark as I’ll ever get to a song that describes my love for Rhys. I whispered it to him as the music group started up the closing chorus and he smiled, so that’s the one.

Right creature, wrong reason

It was indeed a donkey, but one made to assist with a school assembly talk that Rhys was doing about Palm Sunday. It seemed to go well from what I hear, so that’s good.

I had a lovely birthday yesterday, caught up with friends, took youth club bowling, went out for pizza and played my new Wii game. A game based around basic cooking skills sounds a bit odd, and it is, but a lot of fun.