Monday 31 December 2012

Time for toasting

This was my manifesto for 2012.

For 2013 I think...

try
love passionately
live extravagantly
embrace thrift
keep using ribbon
read more; watch less
decrease
practice kindness
enjoy the everyday
celebrate


I shall usher in the new with an old husband, champagne and new cheese.  I will raise a glass to 2013 in expectation of growth and contentment.  I will toast Jools and pray for old acquaintances as I sing about them.



Happy New Year.

Thursday 27 December 2012

The Night Before Christmas




Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
the dusting was done (we disposed of the mouse)
the carpets were vacuumed in the lounge with a rush
then I sat with a coffee in the pre party hush.



Beatrice was pajamaded but far from her bed
While visions of friends arriving danced in her head
And husband in his elf suit with jingle bell shoes
Had his spots painted on and his cheeks all a rouged.



When at the front of the house there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door I flew like a harlott
To throw it wide for the arrival of team Scarlett.



The fairy lights in the garden were twinkling lit
And they ushered the arrival of four Nesbitts
Before you thought that the guest list was over
We welcome a quartet of folk known as Glover.



They had come to the North Pole for a party, you see
Dressed in pajamas and one pink nighty.
So we sorted them out and when we were able
We sat them all down around the big table.



They each put a Santa hat on top of their head
Then took to icing some fresh gingerbread.
Their cookies for Santa were art, worth a view
Even though Seth had nibbled on one or two.



Then the elf to the kitchen quickly departed
To pour out the pink milk and get hot chocolate started.
But she whispered to Jacob, with a smile on her face
To have a quick check of the lounge fireplace.



He promptly returned holding a letter aloft
(it was slightly sooty and the paper was soft)
The writing was loopy and joined up...it was bad
For reading, so Jacob passed it to his dad.



The letter came from the North Pole by fireplace flu
And Santa had a word for each child that he knew
He noted their successes since he saw them last year
And told them he loved them and filled them with cheer.



Then one by one, to the study they went
To watch the video that Santa had sent.
They all were relieved to discover that their
name was on the nice list as they sat in the chair.



There was a moment of worry, as Jacob watched with eyes wide
When Santa warned him to be good, (he knew he had tried)
But his name was on the nice list and on the bad
So he had to work hard to make Santa glad.



Then they all worked together to fill some small tubs
with food for the reindeer (they do like their grub)
There were oats, cocoa power and even some glitter, why
the reindeer need help to see from the sky.





And after a dip in the hot chocolate fondu
Their time at the North Pole was almost through.
They departed with cookies and left on their way
As they walked to their car by our reindeer runway.



Then they sprang to their cars, to their dads gave a whistle 
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But I was heard to exclaim, ‘ere they drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good-night”



Thursday 13 December 2012

Feeling Festive


Cindy Lou, our elf, has returned to spy on Beatrice for the month of December.  Bea is delighted to see her.  Our little girl who normally greets the morning by snuggling further under the duvet bounces out of bed to hunt for Cindy Lou.  She faithfully recites the "laws" of elf on the shelfness that Cindy Lou can't talk and you must not touch her.

In the spirit of the season, we headed into the city, on the bus to visit the Christmas market and meet Daddy.



We did, naturally, have to stop by the Disney Store to wave magical princess wands and pick up our "Brave" dvd.



Then it was off to the Christmas market for a spin on the carousel...





OK...make that two spins...then a yummy crepe with lemon and sugar...then...


...it was off to Daddy's school.



We then began our "family adventure" buy visiting the Titanic Belfast.


Once inside we met Mother Christmas who provided Mummy and Daddy with mince pies and mulled wine, while Beatrice had a snowy story read to her by a very nice "Victorian" lady.


The empty streets of Victorian Belfast meant that Daddy had no where to hide and was forced to play a game of quoits.  


Meanwhile, Beatrice made a "wish" which she took to hang on the wishing tree.


The town crier then showed us some "Victorian" toys before crying for Beatrice to stand before Scrooge.


Scrooge carefully questioned Bea to determine her naughty or niceness and consulted his her ledgers.  Fortunately Beatrice's name appeared on the nice list and she was ushered onward to meet Father Christmas.


Just then, it started snowing.


Safely, warmly and snugly in the Old Curiosity shop, Beatrice sat on Santa's knee beside the fire and he cautioned her to make sure the fire was well out on Christmas Eve before he comes down her chimney.  When asked what she would like, Bea replied "a Merida dress please".  Father Christmas clearly did not have a clue what this was but was fairly sure the elves could sort it out.


Then he passed her a parcel and we time travelled back from Victorian Belfast.



That evening, Bea spent some time writing Christmas cards for her nursery friends.


She even wrote envelopes for her BEST friends!


HO HO HO

We're feeling festive here!

Wednesday 12 December 2012

40 hours for 40 years


So it started on Saturday night.  I had booked the Excelsior Movie Theatre and husband thought we were just running late for Film Club.  We arrived.  He rushed in and missed the "Happy Birthday Jonathan" sign.  He also missed this one...


Or perhaps was mislead by the "35th".  Ha!  Not quite.  So he threw himself into the back row of the cinema and looked into Martyn's eyes.  A moment of bewilderment ensued.  Followed by the dawning that he actually knew everybody in the room.  He still did not suspect that this may be a 40th birthday party for him.  So we enjoyed the popcorn....


..and the pick and mix...




...and the choc ices...

The Lyons Maid
 (Now, I'll not mention how I have become skilled in the art of subterfuge, but I'll just pass on a word of thanks to my accomplices assistants: Grif and Lynn who set up all the goodies and Mark and Diane who organised all the drinks.)





and the trailers for forthcoming attractions.  You can watch them here and here if you like.  

It was really only after we had watched Miracle on 34th Street (original b&w naturally) that it sank in.  Happy Birthday Husband.

Then on Sunday we had a family lunch.  Josie and Bea were happy at a kids table, although Phoebe was just happy there were new toys to play with.



There was also a table for the adults...


... and the second birthday cake of the weekend.  Beatrice was determined that she would carry it in.


Which she did....



...very well...


Then it was off to the waterfront with Grif and Lynn to listen to Frankie, Dean and Sammy sing in Christmas.



Forty hours of celebrations for forty years.

The 2nd best birthday gift ;)