It's me, hurrah!
I know, I know. I keep popping up and down like a meerkat on speed. Actually I have done a lot more popping down than up recently. Hell, I even had a cyber-tumbleweed wend it's lazy way across my screen when I signed into my blog just now. That's Google customer care for you.
It has been so long since my last post that the 'typing' muscles in my hands are starting to atrophy, whilst conversely I am noticing a definite bulk up in the Bolly holding muscles, namely my first finger and thumb. So before I end up looking like a giant Bolly drinking lobster (except I don't have a big red fan coming out of my arse), I have decided to come up with a plan.
And that plan is that I am going to try and do a blog post every Monday. Honest guv. Dib dib dib and all that. [*Disclaimer* unless the local pub starts a Caviar night on a Monday]
So, I hear you cry ..... "what the devil has been going on in Oxford in the last few months?"
Well, because I am kind like Mother Theresa (except that I don't wear sackcloth skids) I am going to update you, but it is going to be kind of disjointed because I have so much to cover over the next few posts ..... catch-up and all that.
First of all, you'll be pleased to hear that Naughty George is doing well. When I say 'well' I mean that he isn't dead but still spends all day in his bed honking and guffing, which can be a bit eye-watering. He hasn't had a bath for a couple of years, and it got so bad the other day that I had to spray him with Fabreze.
Izzy is also doing brilliantly now that she has her leg out of plaster after the skiing accident (apart from the fact she walked around with a dead-straight right leg for a couple of months which was a bit weird). The only slight detractor is that she has started to learn how to play the piano ...... which would be great if her teacher would teach her the difference between sharps and flats. But hey, I came up with a cunning plan ...... I bought her an electric piano with volume control on it. I've learnt that it's important to support your kids in their endeavours.
And then, if things weren't exciting enough in Oxford, the great storm of 2013 hit us a couple of weeks ago. It was called Hurricane Bastard or something and the Soothsayers were predicting that rooves would be blown off, cows would be blown over, and supplies to supermarkets would be severely disrupted leading to a massive shortage of Goat's Cheese. It was going to be horror on an enormous scale.
Finally, to the last bit of news on the Oxford front for today ........ Shortly after chocolate-brownie-gate, I invited a few friends around for a home-cooked (by me) curry. I had found a wicked recipe for Indian Chilli Chicken Tikka ....... and it was all going so well until the recipe said I could add red food dye to increase the depth of colour in the Tikka.
Hasten to say, that I accidentally picked up the wrong bottle and ended up with a royal-blue coloured curry. It was a bit perturbing to eat when I think about it. A bit like sucking up curry-flavoured ink from a fountain pen. But luckily I don't think any of the other guests noticed anything amiss.
Anyway, I have to go out now and try to find somewhere that sells brown paper bags. NG has just plopped on the floor and his deposits seem to absorb oxygen.
So my dahlink, how have you been keeping in my absence? Pray do tell what you've been up to!
I know, I know. I keep popping up and down like a meerkat on speed. Actually I have done a lot more popping down than up recently. Hell, I even had a cyber-tumbleweed wend it's lazy way across my screen when I signed into my blog just now. That's Google customer care for you.
Pic.No.1 This is what comes up if you do an internet search for 'meerkat on speed'
It has been so long since my last post that the 'typing' muscles in my hands are starting to atrophy, whilst conversely I am noticing a definite bulk up in the Bolly holding muscles, namely my first finger and thumb. So before I end up looking like a giant Bolly drinking lobster (except I don't have a big red fan coming out of my arse), I have decided to come up with a plan.
And that plan is that I am going to try and do a blog post every Monday. Honest guv. Dib dib dib and all that. [*Disclaimer* unless the local pub starts a Caviar night on a Monday]
So, I hear you cry ..... "what the devil has been going on in Oxford in the last few months?"
Well, because I am kind like Mother Theresa (except that I don't wear sackcloth skids) I am going to update you, but it is going to be kind of disjointed because I have so much to cover over the next few posts ..... catch-up and all that.
First of all, you'll be pleased to hear that Naughty George is doing well. When I say 'well' I mean that he isn't dead but still spends all day in his bed honking and guffing, which can be a bit eye-watering. He hasn't had a bath for a couple of years, and it got so bad the other day that I had to spray him with Fabreze.
Pic.No.2 Naughty George looking seductive. He's winking, and that jauntily-cocked right ear means he fancies you
Izzy is also doing brilliantly now that she has her leg out of plaster after the skiing accident (apart from the fact she walked around with a dead-straight right leg for a couple of months which was a bit weird). The only slight detractor is that she has started to learn how to play the piano ...... which would be great if her teacher would teach her the difference between sharps and flats. But hey, I came up with a cunning plan ...... I bought her an electric piano with volume control on it. I've learnt that it's important to support your kids in their endeavours.
Pic.No.3. This photo is not about piano. This is Izzy and me cooking Chocolate Brownies. It took 3.5 hours and we set the fire alarm off 13 times. And then I realised that I had read the recipe incorrectly and used self-raising instead of plain flour. Those Brownies turned out 3" thick and could've put windows through
And then, if things weren't exciting enough in Oxford, the great storm of 2013 hit us a couple of weeks ago. It was called Hurricane Bastard or something and the Soothsayers were predicting that rooves would be blown off, cows would be blown over, and supplies to supermarkets would be severely disrupted leading to a massive shortage of Goat's Cheese. It was going to be horror on an enormous scale.
Pic.No.3 Needless to say, it wasn't quite as bad as predicted, except for Mary Poppins (daft moose, that's what happens when you sing shite songs whilst holding an umbrella in a Hurricane). I ended up with two stray leaves on my patio
Finally, to the last bit of news on the Oxford front for today ........ Shortly after chocolate-brownie-gate, I invited a few friends around for a home-cooked (by me) curry. I had found a wicked recipe for Indian Chilli Chicken Tikka ....... and it was all going so well until the recipe said I could add red food dye to increase the depth of colour in the Tikka.
Hasten to say, that I accidentally picked up the wrong bottle and ended up with a royal-blue coloured curry. It was a bit perturbing to eat when I think about it. A bit like sucking up curry-flavoured ink from a fountain pen. But luckily I don't think any of the other guests noticed anything amiss.
Anyway, I have to go out now and try to find somewhere that sells brown paper bags. NG has just plopped on the floor and his deposits seem to absorb oxygen.
So my dahlink, how have you been keeping in my absence? Pray do tell what you've been up to!
This post first appeared on Baumhaus Ltd - The Furniture Design Company, please read the originial post: here
