So it’s 2 and a half hours into Sunday, and I’ve sat staring numbly at a blank box for about an hour (okay, not completely blank – it has the TToT banner in it, which is at least enjoyable, because those flowers remind me of the holiday I had in Ireland with Husby, where we wandered off on a photo-walk to a lake near his home, and found these banks of anemones in the woods by the lake, all lit up perfectly by the sun, and I managed to get a couple of beautiful shots) and have periodically flicked into Buzzfeed (did you know there’s a man there who wears naked white women as scarves, whilst taking selfies. He pays them. His wife tolerates it. I’ve now seen everything,,,there is nothing ridiculous left in the world which can trump that) and Facebook, where I’ve chatted and avoided writing this.
Because I’m coming up very blank, which sucks, especially as some really nice/good/funny things have happened today. There’s a distinct possibility I’m over-tired (more on that in a moment) but I’ve fallen headlong into a case of the ‘maudlins’ throughout the course of the evening, and even a blue lollipop and a large dose of internet crazies (thanks Buzzfeed) couldn’t take the edge off.
So the done thing (I think) is to go to bed, hopefully to wake up cheerier in the morning, then dig deep and recount the Good Things.
That worked like a charm – you know, it’s almost as though being over-tired affects my mood…
Onwards and upwards then, hmm?
1. The TToT Christmas Giveaway Quiz is going stunningly well – come and see it and enter (if you haven’t already). The answers are ALL guesses (even for the co-hosts) and so far we’ve had official challenges to other bloggers, a text entry and an awesome number of high-scorers (NO I’m not telling you whom!). So make sure you get on and get into the game – you’ve gotta be in it to win it.
2. Friday night’s Wakefield Doctrine Video Post-Midnight-Snackette was a thing of absolute JOY AND WONDER. The usual suspects for this endeavour (Clark, Michelle, me) were there, and were joined by Denise (who makes it in as often as she can) and new ‘regular’ (who I thus far had not managed to catch) Zoe, then later we were joined by the ever-lovely and oft-elusive Kristi. And for a brief but lovely half-hour, by Christine.
In all I was part of the glorious melee of chatter (variously meaningful and mundane) for about four hours (including an incredibly painful 50 minutes of trying to baby-step a certain person through the technological set-up required to get her into the vid chat, which nearly made me weep with frustration (and certainly made me grumpy-faced-sweary, to the amusement of the onlookers) whilst she grinned smugly (I could tell) and told me to suck it up, because I had invited her) and it felt as though we covered most every topic under the sun.
I discovered that the ‘Mericans could barely hear one anothers’ accents, whilst mine was distinct, whereas to my ears, theirs were very different. I also found out that Christine giggles a lot more in real life than in her typing, and that Zoe can say “schnookered” in a way which I can’t even begin to pronounce, but which (to my English ears) is sounded in the cutest accent EVER. My little hardwired heart did quite runneth over, and I can’t wait til next time.
3. So yeah, did you figure out the timeline? I went to bed afterwards at half 5 in the morning. And I’d already told y’all I was doing the Parkrun and gonna try to beat my previous time…and I couldn’t bear to come back here and lose face, so I got up after two hours’ sleep and went. And I *think* I even did it! I’m still awaiting the results to pop into my inbox, but I’m fairly confident because I know that another couple of runners from the Running Sisters finished after me, and they reckoned they were on 28 minutes somethingish.
4. SO thankful for the time and space to get home, shower, put a load of laundry on and go right back to bed for another couple of hours.
5. And that Husby and I finally (no, really, VERY finally) got our acts together and cleaned the house, a bit at a time, through the day. It is now a place of (mostly) cleanness and beauty to live in. Which means that the floors don’t crunch and the clutter is largely dust-free and organised (don’t judge!).
6. Neff came round after lunch to spend some long-clamoured for time with his favourite Uncle. The geeky, annoying, naff (can you tell I don’t like ’em?) toy soldiers which have taken over my home suddenly take on a new meaning, as my viewpoint turns from “Ohmigosh, why don’t you get a grown-up hobby?” to “Ohmigosh, you’re such a good Uncle, and so good at showing Neff how to play, and such a dear man for letting him join in with a game he clearly idolises you for playing”.
Which is irritating, because now I have to tolerate the soldiers. But I did get a big ol’ ‘Leap Into Your Arms’ hug from Neff.
7. While Neff was being dropped off, I quickly arranged to borrow Niece for the afternoon. Which was lovely as it freed Mum up to go and spend some ‘her’ time, and because I always enjoy spending time with Niece – she’s pretty hilarious. We planned to go and ‘Help Santa’ by getting some toys for one of the organisations who take donations and redistribute them to local children who otherwise would go without. Niece was delighted at the idea of helping Santa and after a…
8. …short interlude in which everything was put on hold because my Dad turned up unexpectedly, bearing a very well-organised Christmas card and gift for Husby and I, and one of his famous homemade Christmas puddings, and stopped for a while until he needed to go and catch the ferry home…
9. …we left and went shopping. Great success, and quite apart from the joy of wandering through the city, holding her tiny hand, hearing her excited chatter and laughing at her bizarreness (she decided that today was a day to smell all the leaves on the bushes we passed. Most smelled like leaves, but one smelled like bird poop (apparently) so we had to then have a five minute conversation about bird poop, and then laugh out loud at our silliness as we started singing the word ‘poop’ and came to the sudden realisation of just how ridiculous this was), I was thrilled to pieces that I got to witness two of the absolutely most CUTEST things I think she’s said for a while.
i – (after noticing that I’d not paid due care and attention to the tying of her new shoes, with the long, pink, sparkly laces) “Heyyy – I need DOUBLE what-knots!”
ii – (in the midst of a conversation about lions, and I had asked her what kind of lion she liked best) Niece: “A pink, not-fluffy lion with no claws that eats grass all day.”
Me: “What kind of lion is that?”
Niece: “A pig…”
10. I built my book fort. It has only 38 books (I honestly thought there were more) and turned out more like a book-Eiffel Tower, but still – it was a thing of beauty and great fun.