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Christmas in Scribbly Summary

Christmas in Scribbly Summary.

This is another version of ‘Christmas in Sparkly Summary.’    Pls double click on the image if you think it will make it easier to read.  My handwriting is appalling.

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In case of Indeciperable Handwriting please use magnifying glass, or just look puzzled in my direction. Either or, is fine :O)

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Getting off the Christmas Merry-Go-Round

Getting off the Christmas

Merry-Go-Round

That’s what it feels like.  Christmas is over, New year looms.  It’s all been a bit spinny with wrapping presents, decorating trees, (not) sending Christmas cards (sorry!) and elaborately made up stories about Father Christmas.  ‘He goes so fast you can’t see him!’ ‘The reindeer squeezes in under the kitchen door to get at the carrot’…..etc etc.

All I can say is ‘Phew!’  Next year will be more organised and panic and spew free. It will be nice.  Now all we have to deal with is the fall out from the Xmas period.  I realised things were getting dire this evening when we ordered yet another takeaway, and when I was drinking out of a soda stream bottle and Horace had a tipple in a massive black plastic camping mug because nothing else was clean.

Note the odd socks.  We were there two days, I did not bring spare socks.  Bad me.

Note the odd socks. We were at my In-Laws for two days, I did not bring spare socks. Bad me.  Domestic goddess fail. Buggerit.

I washed up.  I wilted inwardly and longed for plastic cutlery I could just bung in the bin.  Guilt overtook me.   I don’t like guilt, it chases me when I need to do things.  I should not be resenting tidying up, it simply means we had an exceptionally good time….or something.  Maybe not.  The bits spent outside of the house have been fun I suppose.  Horace’s parents were absolute angels and fed and watered and looked after us for two days, for which I am very grateful.  And what did I offer in return?  I finished the sherry trifle off.  I am a good daughter in law.  Oh yes.  That’s the guilt kicking in again…  Next year we will make up for all the sodding moaning and ‘Where’s the Calpol?’ and ‘Oops sorry, we forgot to bring pyjamas for the kids, and nappies, and changes of pants….’

I got a Zit for Christmas.  Fab.  This was me after about 2 hours of sleep on Xmas Eve.  Scary stuff.

I got a Zit for Christmas. Fab. This was me after about 2 hours of sleep on Xmas Eve. Scary stuff.

Horace and his ‘I’ve just had a shower and got into my new fresh clothes that I’ve been wearing for the last three days’ nearly killed me.  I did not pack when we left the house to go visit my In-Laws.  I merely abandoned ship.  T’is different.

So, back to the blog title.  I’m going to bed now.  My cough has got a bit worse and I’m loving the fairground side-effects.  If I turn my head suddenly, I get this ‘Wooooooh!’ spinny feeling and then the world goes a bit jellyish.  It’d be brilliant if I was drunk, but unfortunately not.  I’m just germ infested.  So, it’s good night from me and goodnight from The Germs.  *staggers off to bed*

Christmas in Sparkly Summary!

Christmas in Sparkly Summary!

The Xmas tree is expertly decorated and styled.

The Xmas tree is expertly decorated and styled.  The house is not falling down in the background, that is an illusion.  Clever eh?

Darlek the Red Nosed Reindeer!  Had a very baubly nose!

Darlek the Red Nosed Reindeer! Had a very baubly nose!

Father Christmas is on anti-biotics for toothache so he has to drink milk instead of sherry.  Father Christmas is not very happy about this.

Father Christmas was on anti-biotics for toothache so he had to drink milk instead of sherry. Father Christmas was not very happy about this.

T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house........Not a creaure was stirring, not even a mouse....... but if you listened very, very carefully with your special Xmas ears you could hear the  distant sound of vomiting at about 4.30am.

T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house……..Not a creaure was stirring, not even a mouse……. but if you listened very, very carefully with your special Xmas ears you could hear the distant sound of vomiting at about 4.30am.

Takeaway Xmas dinner.  I was supposed to be making it all at mum's house, but because we had the dreaded up-chucking bug we thought it best not to go round.  My mum meticulously made all the turkey dinner (even the starters!), bagged it up in plastic sealy bags and Horace went and collected it.  Not ideal, but couldn't be helped.

Takeaway Xmas dinner. I was supposed to be making it all at mum’s house, but because we had the dreaded up-chucking bug we thought it best not to go round. My mum meticulously made all the turkey dinner (even the starters!), bagged it up in plastic sealy bags and Horace went and collected it. That’s a huge round of applause for my parents.  I’m biased, but I reckon I have the best mum and dad in the world.  Felt awful that they had to spend Christmas Day on their own, but Norovirus for Xmas is not a nice gift.

Spent a couple of days at Grandma and Grandad's and had a lovely evening at a family party.  I went to bed at about 8.30pm with bellyache.  I think everyone else had a great time.  I didn't completely miss out though.  In true owl fashion I woke up at 2 am  when everyone was going to bed.  Shucks.

Spent a couple of days at Grandma and Grandad’s and had a lovely evening at a family party. I think everyone else had a great time at the do, although i went to bed at about 8.30pm with tummy ache – I didn’t completely miss out though. In true owl fashion I woke up at 2am when everyone was going to bed. Shucks.  I’m brill at parties. Really I am.

And here is the reason why we have had a truly traumatic Christmas or 'the worst Christmas ever' as Darlek put it........it's a BUG.   Ok, so maybe it's a bee, but it was the closest    photo I could find to a bug.  To the untrained eye it definitely looks bug-like.

And here is the reason why we have had a truly traumatic Christmas or ‘the worst Christmas ever’ as Darlek put it……..it’s a ‘BUG’. Ok, so maybe it’s a bee, but it is sort of a bug. To the untrained eye it definitely looks bug-like.  We have had coughs, colds, throwing up, random scary spots, belly aches and an all round excess of bugs.

Next year we will have a fabulous Christmas, bugs will be banned.  I shall bath the kids in Dettol for the weeks preceding Christmas and no-one will be allowed to cough, sneeze or go slightly green.  December is a no go zone for Norovirus and snivelling snuffles.  Or else….’Or else what?’ you might say.  I dunno.  Perhaps I’ll just get some anti-bac spray and run around the house like maniac screaming ‘Die, you mother-fecking, Xmas ruining, putrid, minging little bugs!’  ‘Die, Die, Die!’   Next year will be different…..

I don’t over react to crises at Christmas.  I think I’m one of those earthy goddess types who takes everything in their stride.  Erm….like…..yep.  *stares sheepishly at feet, which incidentally are in purple slippers.  I got two pairs of purple slippers for Christmas.  I think people might think I have chronically cold feet and an obsession with purple.  I am happy.  I always lose my slippers, so if I have four of them I am guaranteed to always be able to find at least one pair – even if they are slightly different shades of purple and different sizes.  Knowing my luck I’ll find two left feet, same old, same old I suppose….*

Oooh, and I got a fabulous blue and black stripey onesie for Xmas.  MUST mention this.  I think I look like Thing One or Thing Two from Dr Zeuss (except a different colour).  Horace thinks I look like I’m in some strange sci-fi outfit.  All I know is that I am warm as a very, very warm thing and would live in it given half a chance. Bliss, I can wander around like a Dr Zeuss character or a space being, wearing purple slippers for the vast majority of 2013 now.  I is a fashion icon.

Tons more to write about Xmas, but to be frank, I’ve just had a Lemsip and my chest hurts from coughing so I’m going to stop writing and start sleeping.  Hope you all had a lovely Christmas, bug free preferably. xxx

Build-A-Bear Review! – Meet ‘Snowflake!’

Build-A-Bear Review! –

Meet ‘Snowflake!

’31 squid for a teddy bear??!!!’ I said with a raised eyebrow.

Are Build-A-Bear workshops all they’re cracked up to be?

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The 100 Word Christmas Challenge! A Seasonal Silly Vlog!

The 100 Word Christmas Challenge from @TheHeadsOffice!  A Seasonal Silly Vlog!

* The challenge this week:

“I want to to choose a favourite carol and re-write it with the theme of a Christmas Dinner. You have to tell your readers which carol it is and they have to be able to sing your version back to themselves. That means the right tempo and beat. You may not need 100 words but I’ll give you that many just in case! Generous aren’t I?!!”

To the Tune of ‘In The Bleak Midwinter!’   I have included the words so you can sing along with me.  I am far from tuneful, so you might want to do that simply to drown me out to be honest.  Scroll to the bottom to see the vlog.  Ear plugs not necessary, but are advised.

In the Bleak Midwinter

The meal went so wrong

The spuds were hard as iron

the gravy it did foam. 

Peas like bullets, no, no, 

No, no-no, no, nooooo!

on that fateful evening. 

The Turkey was also raw. 

12 Days of Christmas – A Pack of Wild Animals!

12 Days of Christmas –

A Pack of Wild Animals from Schleich!

I’ve left the best for last! Day 12 of the Christmas inspiration list brings you a pack of Wild Animals from a company that sounds like someone sneezing.  (Don’t tell them I said that…)

Bless you!

These Schleich toys go right back to the traditional toys children have played with for generations.  This company has an unbelievably huge range that I’d definitely recommend you have a look at – the ones I have today to show you are Wild Animals.  There are so many more to look at though!  I have to say, they are my absolute favourite of all the toys I’ve written about over the 12 Days of Christmas.   Their website is HERE and the toys range from £2.75.

Stripey!

Chimpy!

Roary!

Giraffey!

I honestly think you couldn’t possibly get a nicer stocking filler than these, apart from a Tangerine of course.  They are well painted, detailed, good quality, cute, anatomically correct (no huge bog eyes here!), really, really nice. They are the sort of toys that will last for years too.

In all truth, I’m very tempted to buy a sandpit, some pot plants and set up my very own jungle / desert and populate it with Schleich toys.  They are perfect for imaginative play.  Love them, love them, love them!

Christmas Tree!

Christmas Tree!

Today we put up the Christmas Tree!

The kids climbed on the sofa and a very sturdy table to reach our tree and scared Horace and I out of our wits.  Darlek placed all the chocolate santas very high up so her brother couldn’t reach them (you have to admire her logic).  Sausage put tons and tons of baubles on the same two branches for reasons known only to himself.  The Kitty got tinsel rage and pounced a lot.

'Sparkly Tinsely Treey Bedlam!'

Horace and I sat there making intelligent suggestions such as:

‘Don’t stand on the window ledge, the sofa is high enough.  Whoooooooaaah!’ 

‘No you can’t decorate kitty, he doesn’t like it’

‘Stop it! You can’t hang advent calendars on Christmas Trees!’

And a gem of a conversation totally unrelated to Christmas too (I can’t not record this, it made me grin loads)

Horace: ‘Sausage, your pants are falling down, you look like a rapper’

Sausage: ‘I not a rapper, you a rapper!’

Horace: ‘You don’t even know what a rapper is!’

Sausage: ‘I do!  He someone who’s pants fall down like this!’   (Sausage drags on his waistband a bit showing Thomas the Tank Engine undies. 

Anyway, the kids are now in bed and I’m left with a sparkly devastation area.   Kitty is in cardboard box / tinsel heaven.

By the way, we do still have kitty although he’s on his last chance. The vets say he possibly has IBS and the very last thing that could help him (before surgery and massive vets bills) is high doses of steroids.  So he’s on two tablets a day now and hopefully things will improve.  It seems he might have something very similar to Colitis.  You see, Colitis can be inherited and he is my furry baby after all.  I do hope that this helps you know.  I’d love it if he could have one more Christmas with us.  As long as he doesn’t try climbing the Christmas tree that is…