Tuesday, 5 January 2010

I worry

Darling father has gone home by coach.

He is going from Leeds coach station to Cheshire - taking the route that has been the worst affected by snow. I couldn't persuade him to stay.

I worry so much. It is not just an extremely iffy journey. He said he HAD to get back. It was non negotiable. It is like he didn't have a choice. He has happily stayed longer before.

I suppose I need to stop worrying, darling father has been on this world so long now, he must know what he is doing. But I am not sure that he does.

Evil cat suffers

Evil cat has something of a problem. She is not happy about all this cold business. Now she is in a house, with double glazing, relatively warm and with a very dense coat. She is not in a shed with a draft and central freezing.

Today, as little bear was in nursery and darling father and I were not doing anything in particular, I didn't put the central heating on. We just had the (quite effective) gas fire on in the living room.

So evil cat wanted to be in the living room. But that was where little bear was. And little bear kept chasing evil cat...

Darling father and myself kept wearily repeating to little bear to 'leave that poor cat alone' without significant effect. On the other hand, it did seem something of a demonstration of karma as evil cat behaved exactly like little bear to our old tom cat. It was very hard for me to feel sympathy for her as she had dished so much out in the past.

Monday, 4 January 2010

Not very MSE

I tried to be very MSE old style today and wiped some windows with a vinegar spray.

They are still smeared (little bear was supervising) and all I can do is smell salt and vinegar crisps. Darn

A pause

Darling father is at the Hangover Arms. Little bear is at nursery (he was even acting shy - unheard of!) and all is quiet.

Earlier darling father went through the slippy, icy snow and got a paper. Little bear was looking out of the window. 'Slip!' he announced. 'Grandad slip!'

I looked out of the window - no sign. Perhaps he had fallen and couldn't get up. In agonies of apprehension I skidded (literally) out of the house and checked. He was fine. Little bear had been imagining things.

Getting from A to B

Outside, associated loosely with Nice Mr Next Door, are five cars, one caravan, one burger van and a sofa on a trailer.

Lots of people, it seems would get upset at this. But he always leaves space for dear heart to park, he is a wonderful person, a great neighbour, unfailingly indulgent to little bear (quite a key point) and incredibly helpful.

And he likes a gossip as much as me!

I can live with the cars.

Sunday, 3 January 2010

Perhaps not

Tonight we finally had our Christmas pudding - after I insisted on a snack tea. I insisted because I found last year's Christmas pudding and decided that it was ridiculous.

Darling father couldn't understand why I would let little bear have any of the minimum 2% brandy butter. It is one thing I do feel strongly about - little bear has a very small body mass and a liver that is still developing. A large dollop of the hard stuff is not what I want him to have. I really do not want to give alcohol to little ones.

However I am considering turning to gin.

Friday, 1 January 2010

Not spending

The day before yesterday I didn't buy a knitting magazine. I am quite proud of this.

I am currently resisting Fireman Sam merchandise, as that is little bear's current hero. Last night dear heart rescued some cars that had fallen behind a unit. He was promoted to Fireman Daddy and I don't think he had ever been prouder.