I had to put this picture here

Because it looks just like Molly when she's not impressed by something we are doing to her. Aww.

I walked to work!

Isn't that something. It took me 20 minutes. My fingers and nose got very cold, it is proper Christmas weather today.

So my in laws did not arrive last night as they're plane was cancelled. So instead today they are travelling across on the slow ferry, which takes around 7 hours. Poor things. In the mean time I can have a few drinks at lunchtime and make merry. My house is extra tidy today as I had an extra evening to do stuff. I also watched some of the Hogfather, which was good. I'm so glad they are coming for sure, but I think they will be miserable on that ferry.

Decks the halls with bows of holly, fa la la la laaaaaaaaa la la la la.

To be here or not to be here?

The bets are on.

My in-laws are due to be touching down at Guernsey airport this evening to join us for Christmas. I have bought the (M&S frozen with bacony stuffingy bits) turkey, smoked salmon, about half a tonne of nibbly snacks and a mountain of toilet roll amonst a lot of other stuff.

I have had a strict regime of tidying the house, including such delights as cleaning the windows inside and out, mowing the lawn, removing about 20 cat turds from the lawn, cleaning out drains, removing-washing-ironing and putting back on the sofa covers and cushions plus about a hundred trips to the supermarket for stuff I just remembered in a panic.

And now the weather gods, lets call them Suckhead and Poobum for short, have given us fog. A thick shroud of pea soup fog. And they say it is not clearing until after Christmas. So it might just be me, my husband and Molly curled up on the sofa pulling all the crackers ourselves and giving ourselves type 2 diabetes from all of the Roses chocolates we have consumed in abject misery.

Saying that, there are quite a few friends, relatives etc here in Guernsey and I'm sure a lot of them are in the same boat as us. Well, not literally in a boat because then we would sail over to England and fetch all the people. And my turkey is frozen so I can always leave it in the freezer for another occasion. And I can go out on Christmas Eve and get really hammered without having to worry about waking up early and cooking a feast while trying not to vomit into the gravy! There is always a plus side.

Mince Pies Banjaxed.

Made one round of mince pies at the weekend. Took the second batch of pastry out of the fridge and I realised it was a bit too cold so left in on the kitchen counter for a few minutes. That was all the time it took for Molly to smell the pastry and hop up onto the counter and sink her feline teeth into it. Bah.

So I have been out buying more flour and butter this afternoon. I also met a girl on a viewing who used to be my sisters best friend at Primary school and that was very cool, because I'm like, about a foot taller than her now, ha ha, and anyway she was lovely. Just not as tall as I remembered her. She has babies and all sorts as well.

We had a weird old night on Friday. Lets just say we had to have several people around for work related reasons. Not my work, you understand, as that would have actually been quite nice. This wasn't. Anyway one of the persons who came, and they shall remain un named, was a bit whiffy and when they left the sofa smelt of BO. How lovely. So I took it upon myself to take off ALL the sofa covers and bunged the whole lot in the wash. Hence, my entire Sunday was spent ironing bastard sofa covers. Nick installed a heated towel rail and an electric fan heater in the downstairs shower room, as he is a DIY genius.

Also, as a result of Friday night, I discovered the delights of Lambrusco! Having never tasted this I imagined something quite vile and sickly, as it is such a chav drink. But it tasted just like shloer, which is a favourite of mine, so I am now officially a Lambrusco drinking chav. I have decided not to even try babycham, as I'm bound to love it.

And I'm going out tonight to a lovely pub to have a few drinks with Chris & Sonia, as we missed Chris's burthday meal yesterday. Its a really Christmassy pub so yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

This Christmas Fairy will grant you 3 wishes...

Dinner

I am having my Dad & his partner around for dinner tonight, as they are off to Devon on Friday for Christmas and are not back until January. I bought an M&S treacle pudding!! Yum.

I have just come back from a house that had the worst dribbling cat in the world. It was quite a lovely, affectionate cat but was just dribbling absolute reams of gobber onto the floor. Also, the man I met there had a gold tooth and I could not help but stare at it. It was truly mesmerising. The house itself was one of those sad ones that we see a lot. I mean it was a grannie type person living there that had either died or gone into a home and makes you feel sad because of all their oldey worldy belongings still there. We get a lot of those. We also get a few crazies, recently we had a house and the woman had stabbed the husband! Oh, I have so many good stories but I don't like to talk too much about work stuff here incase my boss ever reads this and I get fired.

Nick is making a programme this week for the local TV channel he works for, so he is working really late all week. I won't say what its about incase he wants to keep it a secret, but its quite interesting and I guess it would be classed as Reality TV. So he's having lots of fun.

Second and Third Parts of the Wedding!

Click to your hearts content!

And if that's not enough...

Click some more.

We have the whole thing, speeches, dancing, drinking, travelling to Herm aboard the Trident... oh yes. James' Best Man speech still makes me laugh.

Next one will be the honeymoon. Nick did a lot of editing/putting stuff on youtube when he was poorly last week so its all thanks to him.

Blisters!

Apparentely I woke Nick up in the night by shouting "Blisters!!" in my sleep. I have no idea what I was dreaming about but it doesn't sound good.

I while ago I was found to be muttering "ummmm, Pistachios, lovely lovely" over and over.

What does it mean? My subconcious is so juvenile.

Blogging for no Reason

I say that because I don't really have much in the way of news, but I think it is bad to not blog so I would rather ramble on about nothing than say nothing. If you get my drift.

So.

At the moment I have tide marks on my boots from being out in the continual downpour that is Guernsey weather today. I popped into town for my cheap xmas stamps and the queue in the post office was horrifique. Everyone had the same idea as me, clearly. I also managed to buy some xmas cards so I will start writing, and hopefully finish writing, tonight.

At the weekend we did not make it over to Jersey, which I was very happy about as I had not a thing to wear and I got lots of shopping done here amonst the evil hoards of town. We also bought and decorated our tree, and put pretty outside lights on the balcony and in the garden. Whilst in the garden Nick discovered that Molly is not burying her human-sized-cat-turds in the flower border anymore but just laying them on the grass lawn. I think it is because the garden is all muddy and she thinks it is one big litter tray, but it is very disgusting and I will have to go out and remove them at some point. And also try to train her to go back to her old poo-zone.

We discovered the delights of Wok Wok on Saturday and feasted on their lunchtime fiver deal, (which was amazingly good value, DO go) and on Sunday we went for cheeseburgers at the Red Onion and coffees at the Swan Inn, which has gone all country pub like with a big roaring fire. Lovely. So we have done lots of eating this weekend, and I didn't make it to the gym. I will have to go tonight I guess, out of guilt.

Our house is all Christmassy and I can't wait to get home. Nick is finally back at work today after a week off, his shingles have receded like the shingle on a beach.

I have decided if I die and come back as another creature I want to be a Whale shark.

What I did today

I fell over in the middle of town today.

yes, I made a twat out of myself but skidding on my oh-so-lovely-but-clearly-have-no-grip boots and hitting the deck while walking down a hilly part of town (Smith St if you know Guernsey) and three people ran over to me to ask if I was alright. How lovely! It made me feel very embarrased but also happy that they cared.

Also, in other news, my cat has started drinking out of the toilet bowl. Yes, I went into the bathroom last night to find a pair of back legs and a swishing tail protruding from the bowl and on further inspection discovered the rest of my cat having a good old drink down below. nice.

We are supposed to be flying across to Jersey this weekend. The flights are all paid for but my hubby still has chicken pox and probably shouldn't go. At the same time its a free trip and the shops are at least different from over here. Haven't decided what to do. Should probably stay and get the christmas tree sorted though if I'm honest.

Unclean! Unclean!

So, weirdly, it turns out that my husband may have shingles. This is basically, for those who don't know (and I sure as hell didn't) adult chickenpox. If you have had chicken pox as a child then it lays dormant in your body and after a period of roughly 25 years it is possibly to have a reoccurance. It is very common and affects about 25% of the adult population. And it is mostly likely to happen when your immune system is rundown or weak. So, he was taking steriods for his bad knee and this may have knocked his immune system slightly, and brought the whole thing on. Anyway! Apparentely I won't get it because I have had chicken pox so can't catch it from someone else but it is contagious to those who have never had it before. Complicated!! He mustn't go near anyone old, very young, pregnant or anyone with a weak immune system.

This is all assuming that it what it is. The doc seemed pretty sure but you never know. He is making him take antivirals to hopefully nip it in the bud. But we are supposed to be going to a Christmas party tonight and I don't know if we should go or not! Its like we've got the plague or something. I feel like we need to go around shouting 'Unclean! Unclean!' ringing bells and wearing tatty Victorian robes. By the way, apart from a very sore tummy Nick is pretty much OK. I am back being nursey again. Also to Molly who has taken it upon herself to have an attack of the sicks the last couple of days.