Not at all usual for me, but I've been letting things slide. tsk tsk
The table is covered with clutter, the coffee table is covered with newspaper, there are folded clothes waiting to be put away, even dishes on the sink. Washed, but not dried, certainly not put away.
Seems I've been spending too much time zooming around the internet, what other explanation could there possibly be?
Or maybe it's the hours I wander around with the camera, or browsing around the shops wondering what to get so-and-so for Christmas.
Oh that's right, a gift card, easy choice, weighs nothing and fits in the handbag.
No lugging home of heavy items.
Maybe the fault lies with me staying in bed until 7am most mornings? Then there's the afternoonnap, although I don't have one every day....
Really, where does the time go?
this is not right....must clean....
unread newspaper, I really should finish reading that so I can toss it in the recycling. There's a couple of magazines under there too, from the library, they're due back in a couple of days and I haven't even opened them yet.
and of course cooking steak and chips took a few minutes.....
and gravy, there's another two minutes.
Add in the minutes I spent playing with this new toy...
a cute little Christmas Candy Fan. The big section at the bottom held a tiny packet of M&Ms.
hold this button in....
and the fan spins, creating the tiniest of breezes.
It's battery operated and I bought two more to give one each to my two youngest grandchildren.
I even bought extra batteries!
She puts up a selection
of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry
so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why
not join in?
This week's words are:
We also have a photo to work with:
and a sentence:
"The yard bore a striking resemblance to the aftermath of an explosion in a marshmallow factory."
Here is my story: (okay, technically it's not a story...)
Kate had been baking most of the day and the house was filled with the aromatic scents of warmed cinnamon and ginger. As she pulled the final tray of gingerbread men from the oven, Kate thought about the surprise gift Richard was bringing home later today.
Their son, Nick, was eleven and a half and had been reminding them for weeks that his old toboggan was too small and they had promised him a try at the steeper hill behind Johnno's farm this year, since he was so much taller now. Richard had ordered a larger toboggan from a city department store and was collecting it on his way home from work.
Setting the tray on the cooling rack, Kate heard the sounds of children gathering at the door. It was the carol singers, the newly formed children's choir, coming around early so they could all be home before dark. None of them was over twelve, so a ring of parents stood behind them as they sang their way through Good King Wenceslas. Kate spotted the elfin face and wispy curls of her niece Alexis, at six, one of the two youngest of the group.
After the children had sang three carols, Kate handed out fresh cookies to each child and after dashing quickly back into the kitchen for more, a couple to each of the parents too.
Later, while washing up the mountain of mixing bowls, cookie sheets, cutters and spoons, Kate looked out the window to see snow beginning to fall gently upon the garden. Richard should be home any minute now, looking forward to the beef potroast and mashed potatoes Kate always cooked on this last work day of the year. Tomorrow he would be on holidays for a month, plenty of time to do all the little things around the house that needed his attention, as well as helping Nick learn to handle the much bigger toboggan.
With a self-satisfied smile Kate gave the now clean sink a final wipe down and began to set the table for two.
Nick was spending the night with his cousins Alexis and ten year old Steven. Kate's sister Sarah had invited him so the big new toboggan wouldn't accidentally be seen before Christmas day.
Dinner was a very peaceful time without Nick's constant reminders of how tall he now was and how the steep hill behind Johnno's seemed so much smaller now that he was "practically a grown up, Mum".
Kate and Richard left the dishes to soak in the sink while they wrapped the toboggan as best as they could, but really there was no disguising the shape of the thing. Richard said after two rolls of paper had been used, they might just as well have stuck a bow on it without any paper, Nick wouldn't be any less surprised.
They washed up the dishes and went upstairs to bed, glancing out of the landing window long enough to see the snow was falling harder now and beginning to blanket the yard.
Next morning, as Kate let the puppy out for his morning ritual she stared in amazement at how much snow had fallen overnight.
The yard bore a striking resemblance to the aftermath of an explosion in a marshmallow factory.
Soft mounds of snow, looking remarkably like melted marshmallow, lay on the ground, on the bushes along the side yard and
over the side fence, Kate could see the rest of the neighbourhood similarly blanketed.
Looking out over the bay behind their cottage, while waiting for Roscoe to finish sniffing around, Kate could see the same mounds of marshmallowy snow blanketing the foreshore that lay between their cottage and the town.
It was going to be a picture perfect Christmas this year.
Have you ever bought a magazine in a supermarket that have a bonus offer attached?
Hanging on a stand near the magazines are bags of goodies that say 'free with purchase of....'
Many people just see the word "free" and think they can have the goodies without buying the magazine, at the checkout we inform them otherwise. Some relinquish the freebie, others run back to get the magazine.
Sometimes the magazines on sale, with freebies attached, aren't all that popular.
They don't get sold.
The store is left with out of date magazines and a box of two of "freebies".
What happens to these? you might be wondering.
I'll tell you....the store has paid for the magazines, so any unsold are returned to the supplier and the store is credited with the appropriate amount of $$$. (Pretty sure I'm not giving away any secrets here)
The "freebies" however, cannot be returned, so if there are a lot of them, they are offered to shoppers at the checkout.
I used to love giving away these freebies.
Anyway, I was shopping at my local Woolworths recently, just raced in for milk, which I could have got the next day....but (there's that butt again, buttinsky) this must have been my lucky day.
As I scanned my carton of milk at a self-serve checkout a lovely young man offered me this....
woo-hoo! A small cookie sheet and a set of three Christmas themed cookie cutters!
He asked very politely if I would like to have this free gift and I wondered if anybody ever said "no thanks".
last month these were free with any purchase of any of the magazines listed on the packaging. I haven't been down the magazine aisle for ages, so hadn't seen them.
Fate must have decided that I really needed to have some Christmas themed cookie cutters though, why else would I suddenly decide to get milk when I could have waited an extra day for it?
There's even a Christmas Cookie recipe included.
Aaaand.....I have all the ingredients.