Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy. Did I/we/me and mine have a wonderful, joyous, celebratory Christmas and New Year celebration. Thankful I am. Grateful I am. Stuffed-to-the-gills I am. And oh-so-glad it comes just once a year!! Truth be told, the month of December is utter madness in our home. Has been ever since my… Read More Christmas is over and the goose got very fat!
(A wander over to the first part of this soggy tale is probably a good idea, if you haven’t already been there). By the time I’d flipper-flopped my way out of the pool, strapped on a weight belt and completed one more backwards-walk into the water, the group had become accustomed to sitting on the bottom. Hubby… Read More No, Scuba, no! (the finale)
Ok, so we’ve already established that basically, I am rubbish at sports. Always was, no doubt always will be. My sad little attempt to master the art of horse-riding many moons ago left no illusions on that score. But despite the humiliation of that hapless endeavour, I still wasn’t quite ready to give up and just… Read More Scuba, anyone??
Is it the fact that the chair goes completely flat, and you lose perspective on the room? or that huge, glaring light that burns into your eyes? What about those shiny, metal instruments that lie in wait, a mere six inches from your nervous, salivating gums? I know, of course, that it’s one of those… Read More “Open wide now!”
“Bottoms up!” myself cries back, lustily. The thing is… a glass of wine, be it white or red, is (simply put): a gift from the Gods, to a woman. Oh I’m not saying, or advocating that you should slug back bottles of the stuff, or luxuriate in huge over-indulgence by any means. But oh boy. After a… Read More Heady stuff, a glass of the old vino!