Sunday, November 26, 2006



I heard a winter tree in song

Its leaves were birds, a hundred strong;

When all at once it ceased to sing,

For every leaf had taken wing.

by Mervyn Peake



poetically .......

..... my newest bird feeder.

Who'd have thought fat balls could look so sinister?

I wasn't at all prepared for the disturbingly gruesome wicker-man/totem appearance of this.

Lets hope it doesn't spoil the birds' appetites.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Ugly Sweater Day

About time for something new!

and the perfect occasion -


Myspace Graphics
Myspace Graphics
Myspace Graphics

If only I could be at your party, I could perhaps have worn one of these:



But the truth of the matter is - I have to confess - I have been unable to get organised to buy a plane ticket and be there because I have been so completely mesmerised by the choice of gorgeousness over here, that I can't drag myself away from the screen.


I really do wish I could be there.

Friday, November 17, 2006


LG DemonChild had PMT last weekend.

Not that her behaviour is necessarily sweeter when she doesn't have PMT.
Or maybe she is permanently pre-menstrual.
Like me.

After an altercation with M, she retreated to her room and left a letter outside The Door.

Click on this for a readable enlargement of said missive:

Thats my girl.

May she always love me.

May she never change. Except in certain ways.

May she NEVER find out that you have seen this.

Thursday, November 16, 2006


See my other blog - can you link and advertise it on your blog?

And another thing.....

fab Christmas cards arrived last week from the middle of nowhere (Gretel).

3 French Hens

Three Kings.

You'll find better pictures, other designs - and details if you want to buy some (go on, go on, they are lovely) - on her blog and/or at:

Monday, November 13, 2006

my father's shoes

which I did actually slip on once or twice to pop out into the garden when I was last there

which was looking radiant in the sharp clean November sunshine.

The spindleberry berries are mostly ripened, opened and gone.

They look - as my mother (rather surprisingly) remarked, very sexy.

The latest florist's delivery for my mother:

The current drugs regime.....

the night time routine...

Night-time snacks. Tea and toast once, usually twice, sometimes three or four times between 11.00/12.00pm and the morning hours.

The morning after the night before

An education in loving.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Blog dates

Dons, Tat, Moi (normally too shy for pics but what the hell), RW.

'Nuff said.

And Tat, with SOME of her shopping.

Monday, November 06, 2006


There used to be regular armadillos on this blog.

Some of you might remember the armadillo of the week, of the day even.
Some of you will remember King dillo and Betty dillo. [How could I have forgotten about Hippyrockdilloflower?]

There were cute dillos, funky dillos, scarey dillos, pie-plate dillos, birthday dillos, anaemic dillos.....

Dillos becomes a very strange word if you type/say it too often.

No, thats dillos not dildos.

I was just reminded of all the dillos, staring vacantly at my flickr-badge. (me staring vacantly, not the dillos)
(though some of them do)

For those of you who don't remember that far back - and I certainly wish I didn't - this blog began with lettuce-eating. Yes - as a cure for insomnia. I blogged whilst eating lettuce and bananas in the middle of the night.

Once I was through the insomnia, posting pictures of our numerous armadillos seemed somehow like a good idea.
Remember, I had been sleep-deprived.

I think most of our considerable collection appeared on this blog at some stage or another.

But not the Ur-Dillo.
The father of them all.

Our collection began with this armadillo, who was - is - named eccremocarpus and who lived with us in Durham (in the far, chilly North-East of England) in our post-graduate-student days.

He was a wedding present.
Believe it if you can.

A strange friend of M's, who had significantly more money than us (not hard at that time) had been tantalizing M with rumours of a wedding-gift-computer. Yes, its true - at one time we lived without a computer. In the week before our wedding we were on a train with him, and he suddenly said "Here - your wedding present" and threw the Ur-dillo onto M's lap.

Despite M's bitter disappointment at the non-appearance of the computer - which was never mentioned again - Eccremocarpus became a member of the family in a nerdy studenty sort of way - and that is it.

The origin of the armadillos.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Night nurse

Quick quick quick, must get this posted before Catherine Tate.

I'm off tomorrow - straight from a day's teaching to the station - to visit Mum and Dad, and to take over from Dad for a while so that he can have a night and day off at a conference in London.

He's looking so tired, it will be extraordinary for him to have this time away, for himself - with hopefully a full night's uninterrupted sleep - after 6 months of constant care and nursing of my mother.

And I will be on duty, night shift Friday through to Saturday evening. Back home on Sunday evening.

see you all when I get back.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006


Halloween lantern.

Stage 1. Bought pumpkin.

Thats All.


Not quite all gone.

Resident Demon Child.