Anyway you can.
There I was, lying in bed in that holiday twixt xmas & new year limbo, neither asleep nor awake when I dreamed I heard thunder.
Only semi concious I thought the weather was not THAT bad..
And then the wolfhound landed on me.
Than the sound of Wolfhound paws galloping upstairs....
Followed by a squeal and an "OOF" as the Wolfhound leaps onto the the still slumbering husband in bed.
Some might call me vindictive.
oops, not been doing too well of late eh?
Summary:
1) hubby went away to Florida for two weeks leaving me alone with 5 sulky dogs
2) hubby came back with NEW TOYS:
4) Christmas season approached, youngest brother & girlfriend (Sam & Vicky) turned up. Decorations erected:
Including the new outside lights (thanks Sam!)
The indoor lights....
new macro shot ( I LOVE this lens!):
5) Ensuing silliness with fisheye was participated in by all:
6) Bread and butter pudding was demolished:
7) caught a cold. Tonight I will be dropping youngest brother off at the airport to fly home to summer. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous.
I believe me now.
Is that I run out of dog food forks long before I fill the dishwasher.
Bummer.
Oh well, home alone for the weekend with 5 snoring dogs, nothing for it but to light the fire, and put my feet up, it's Fiday night after all.
We had a minor car crisis last night. Went to open the car to take the dogs down to the river and the alarm went off, and we could not switch it off.
After pulling fuses and mucking about with keys in the ever increasing rain, with tempers fraying (it's hard to remain cool when there is a siren going off in your ear), I eventually opted to call the AA and retreated into the house to hunt for my membership card and the phone.)
While I was dialling Brian rushed in and said "Don't call the AA!"
Oh good, I thought, he's fixed it.
No.
"We're with the RAC".
DOH!
The alarm goes off. I get up.
Feed the cat,
Go downstairs, let the dogs out, clean up any surprises,
Make coffee,
Empty the dishwasher (or fill it),
Unload the washing machine and reload,
Fold up washing,
Feed the dogs,
Pill the dogs,
Put any recyling in the bins,
Check email, bloglines & Flickr,
Refill the dog water bowls,
Shower & dress,
Poop scoop.
Brian gets up and gets dressed.
He says his is the greater accomplishment.
I think he has a point.
It' a self basting roasting dish, the old fashioned enamelled variety, the kind that is perfect for roasting a leg of mutton in a peat fired aga.
Now the only problem with this is I don't have an aga, and mutton legs are hard to find round here. Apart from that it's a great plan.
The interesting thing about this particular gizmo is that, according to my dad, the self basting dimples were actually invented by my great-grandfather. Or was it great great grandfather?
Cool huh?
Brian thinks he's been transported back 50 years, he's got no soul.
