Greetings Blogworld,
My giddy aunt, it's been a busy couple of weeks. Everyone has decided that they want their historic buildings/huge mill complexes knocked down in January and we simply HAVE to do all our work before Christmas. Bahhhhh...
I have noticed that I blog less when hubster is around. But at the moment he is killing vitual worms and chanting rebirth on his warrior hero, so I'll leave him be.
Speaking of leaving - guess where I'll be on Christmas Day! Home alone that's where! Old man's off to bloody Bombay, isn't he! I may be being a sad blogger in the run up to Christmas. He's back on Boxing Day. I'll have to cope with staring at all the presents under the tree for a whole day before they can be opened. Torture. I'll have to stop myself from peeling back a small corner, lest I be surrounded by paper and opened presents in minutes, nay seconds.
My nephews came to visit me at the week-end with my sister and her hubbie. Much relaxation was done by all. We went to a Brewer's Fayre on Sunday in Livingstone and we all had a nice meal and decided to share a dessert. So hubster ordered a choclotae sundae sponge/ice cream thing - we were expecting a bowl with a huge spoon. What arrived was a huge dessert bowl the size of my head filled with hot sponge beneath vanilla ice cream beneath lashings of chocolate sauce benath cream topped with a generous portion of maltesers. We finished it all between us - diet be damned, it was gorgeous!
I'll leave you with a photo and a caption:
30 seconds into the playground!
Eck, I will NOT open one dang present until you can!