Saturday, 22 October 2016

too much work..not enough play

I have worked my arse off this week trying to catch up after our impromptu hospital vacation. And I have spent most of today drawing Things That Go for a new book. Stuff like Snowmobiles and Container Ships. And Light Aircraft. And other vehicle complexities. Not really my thing. My head is aching. Had to bang out a quickie bit of moose cuteness to compensate...

Time to get the glad rags on now and go get rat-arsed with the other half.
Happy weekend people.

Saturday, 15 October 2016

birthday boy

It's the other half's birthday tomorrow. We can't decide where to go. Two out of the four of us can't walk very well. The other half has a knackered knee ligament which is awaiting an operation and the little one is still walking like a little old man after the removal of his appendix. It's gonna be slow wherever we go...

Thursday, 13 October 2016

unexpected mini break

The little one and I had an unplanned mini break this weekend. To Bradford Royal Infirmary. 2 nights on the main children's ward and 2 nights on the children's surgical ward. 
So a 2 centre break if you like.

The troubles started on Saturday morning when he was moaning that his stomach hurt. I did what every caring parent would do under the circumstances. I told him to have a poo. 
By 11am, when the pain had moved to his right side and he'd been sick twice it was becoming apparent that it wasn't a general poo problem. I phoned the NHS helpline. They got us an appointment to see a doctor at the hospital. We stayed there for 4 days. And we were one appendix lighter when we came out.

The kids surgical ward is closed on a weekend 'cos they mainly cater for routine ops so we spent the first 2 nights on the general ward. There were a lot of screaming little people there. LOUD screaming little people. All night. I had a lovely little camp bed next to Alf but I didn't sleep much. He slept like a brick.
He had his appendix removed on Sunday morning. He came round, said "You told me it wouldn't hurt any more!" then went back to sleep. I guess I was wrong.
At 7.30 on Monday morning a man in a white uniform appeared at the foot of my camp bed. 
Man in white uniform: "Did anyone tell you that you'd be moving wards today"
Me: "Nope."
MIWU: "Oh. Well you are."
Me: "OK, how long do I have to pack"
MIWU: "I'm here to collect you now"
Well I was still in my pj's with no makeup on and hair like a bush. I had to quickly throw all the belongings we had accumulated over 2 days (a lot) into our bags and run after him while he pushed Alf's bed. In my socks. And pyjamas. Through the hospital. For about 2 miles. Still, as it was Bradford I didn't look any different to anyone else. At least I had teeth.

Anyway, after 2 days on Ward 2 we were deemed fit enough for release and we escaped on Tuesday night. 
I'm telling you, my own bed has never felt so good.
The little one is doing well now. His biggest smile came when they said he had to have 2 weeks off school. It's half term after that. I've never seen him so happy.
He has now taken up residence on the sofa and issues orders to me every 10 minutes. I'm being very caring and lovely. For now.....

Thursday, 6 October 2016

we've got a gardener now you know...

The jungle around our house that we call "the garden" has had an intervention. It was getting out of hand. We bought the house with the biggest garden on the street but we forgot that we don't actually have the time or the inclination to do anything with the damned thing. 
To be honest it's never really warm enough to sit in it anyway. It faces the wrong way. The sun is on the decking on a morning. That's where the BBQ is. But no-one wants to go to a BBQ on a morning do they? And it's cold there at wine o'clock. So we don't even use it for entertaining purposes. It's just been abandoned really.
So.... I have employed the services of a professional. She starts on Tuesday. She's gonna come every week and hack down the overgrowth. Trim the bushes. Tidy the edges. Make it look like a display at the Chelsea Flower Show.
It could take a while...

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

it's scarf weather

Luckily I have like a zillion scarves.

Saturday, 1 October 2016

september 2016

Gone in a flash....

Friday, 30 September 2016


Dark mornings.
Cold days.
Dark evenings.
Cold nights.
Time to hibernate.
Or emigrate...
Or just moan a lot.

That is all.

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

sweet sixteen

It was the big one's birthday yesterday.
She was SIXTEEN!!
Ha! As if I'm even old enough to have a 16 year old daughter. Just as if.
Like I'm practically only just a bit over 16 myself. It was only 2 minutes ago that I did my 'O' Levels. (Of course the very absence of 'O' Levels in this country for at least the last 25 years means nothing to me) I'm only just old enough to drink for god's sake. No way am I old enough to have a grown up child. 

Thursday, 22 September 2016

guided tour

The little one has been chosen to show prospective kids and their parents round at his school's open evening tonight. The letter said he was picked "for his mature attitude" but I suspect they were just trying to sweet talk him into giving up his important night of Xbox playing and YouTube distraction. Whatever. It worked. He's happily helping lots of families get lost as we speak. 

Tuesday, 20 September 2016

faffing about

I've been totally bogged down in a zillion briefs since I came back from my jollies. I'm grabbing the odd minute whenever I can to faff about with my own ideas. But minutes aren't enough really....

Monday, 12 September 2016

top drawer

We had a FAB DottyDayOut yesterday :) The Dotty Wrens (and Lizzie's lovely daughter) met up in London and we wandered round Top Drawer at Olympia.
One day wasn't enough for a catch up though. We should have booked a week. We didn't even have time for mojitos. Next time girls x

Friday, 9 September 2016


My entire working life is now taken up completely with commissions. I never have time to do my own thing anymore. 
This, of course, is a good thing and I'm not really moaning. I'd rather be a slave to someone else's deadline than have no work on and have to sit about worrying about direct debits and holes in my socks.
But it would be nice if I had just a little bit of time. Maybe one day a week. MyDayFriday perhaps. If I did I'd be banging out a nice autumn range right about now. Like this. Only bigger. And with more purpose.

Thursday, 8 September 2016


I know I hate the cold and dark ...and January is my worst nightmare. But I quite like September. Even though it means summer is over. And it gets dark early again. And it's a bit nippy. I still like it. Everything seems new in September. 
Apart from all the Christmas stuff in the shops. That's not new. It's just bloody irritating.

Sunday, 4 September 2016

fabulous holidays

Aw we had the best holiday. I was soo not ready to come home.
We went to this amazing little island off the coast of Phuket in Thailand and it was just beautiful. We had our own little villa with our own little pool and were surrounded by the most amazing gardens. We were a 10 minute boat taxi ride from the rest of civilisation. And it was hot. And I loved it.
And now we're back. And it's bloody freezing. And I need to book another holiday. Fast. 

ps...for anyone who's interested...the unicorn was a big success :)

Monday, 15 August 2016

enormous unicorn

So we decided against the inflatable swan/flamingo. We felt they have been overdone on instagram and wanted something even smugger. So we opted for a unicorn. It arrived on Friday. The little one insisted on blowing it up "to make sure it didn't have any holes in it". It took him an hour. With a foot pump. Turns out that the online description of "giant inflatable unicorn" wasn't an exaggeration. It's bloody massive! I doubt it will even fit in the pool to get that all important smugstagram shot. It fits in the suitcase though. All squished up and ready to go.
See you in a couple of weeks folks x