New Year's Eve - PS2s and Pooping Penguins

With IM suffering the blues and me distractedly worried about Mum and Dad, neither of us are in the mood for raucous celebrations. Happily the wonderful Radcliffes provide a wonderful and comfortable soiree that we both end up enjoying hugely.

K has cooked up a storm (as ever – the woman truly is a domestic Goddess), S battles a headache to set off the fireworks, the kids are delightful as ever and everyone else chills out, chats, laughs and gets sucked in to the mother of all music quizzes on S’s prize new PS2.

On top of all this I get pressies. A fabulously mad Mandle Candle from the Radcliffes (it’s a candle that also has a battery operated light show within it – triggered by the flame – utter madness, but the effect is great!) and from the wonderful Sally…well how can I put this delicately…it’s a clockwork penguin that shits cola flavoured droppings:



Fantastic!

All in all a grand way to see in the New Year, with fine company.

Oh and did I mention Favourite-Niece-K and I trounced the opposition on the PS2? We are the queens of the music quiz – hear us roar!

A Land of Ice and Snow

Today’s plans for getting away from it all and going for a walk somewhere (possibly the coast), were always subject to the weather.

The forecast threatened that the snow would reach us and we woke expecting to look out over a white landscape.

As it turns out the weather did put pay to our rural excursion plans, but not in the way we expected. Drawing the curtains revealed grey not white and as the rain continued all morning indoor activities looked decidedly more attractive.

Accordingly we swapped the countryside for the Showcase and took a chance on Narnia.

I was in two minds about whether to give it a try…there just seems to be so much ‘baggage’ accompanying this film. Does it do justice to the books, would old Clive have approved, will Disney have ruined it, why are the bloody evo’s hopping on the bandwagon, has Polly Toynbee got a point or is she over-reacting, and does the slaying of Aslan conform to a tired old PSA view of the crucifixion.

Fortunately the film is captivating enough to make me leave such questions behind.

It’s not at all bad.

The Beavers are fab, Tilda Swinton makes an excellent Ice Queen and the children suitable flawed and not too stage-school on the whole.

The CGI is really something, which makes the moments of exceptionally bad blue-screen superimposing all the more puzzling. You can make a beaver look completely real, but Peter in front of a mountain landscape looks like something from the 60’s.

What happened? Did the money run out? One Minotaur too many and cut backs had to be made in other areas?

Worrying news

Dad rings first thing and I know that means something is wrong.

His phone call yesterday afternoon and my subsequent conversation with mum, forewarned me that she’d gone majorly downhill since I left, but today things have taken a serious turn for the worse. Almost complete shutdown.

Dad and I are both in tears and I take on the job of trying to hold it together enough to ring my brother.

The doctor calls mid-afternoon and Mum, unable to speak, move or even really open her eyes for long, is admitted to hospital.

This is bad.

But there is also much to be grateful for. Mum’s GP was on leave, so we were expecting someone else from the practice. However, her doc happened to pop into the surgery, heard about Mum and took over the home visit on her day off. Accordingly Mum is seen by someone who knows the history and shows concern and care for both Mum and Dad above and beyond the call of duty. Not many GPs would I guess have given Dad their home phone number and insisted he rang later to let her know what happened.

A cracking letter from her and some judicious making of phone calls and we even manage to get Mum a bed and consultant in a small private hospital (we’ll worry about the cost later) rather than the big local monstrosity that would truly freak Mum out right now. I know I morally disagree with private health care, but when it comes to my mother I’ll happily confess to being a complete hypocrite.

She also got what is supposed to be the very best consultant at this stage and his early diagnosis is that what is going on is an acute episode of existing problems and nothing new and whilst we’re looking at a long road to recovery, it should be treatable and there is a road back.

It’s an emotional roller-coaster right now.

With my mind elsewhere I fear my hostess skills are left somewhat lacking.

Getting a shop in

I suppose it’s a good sign if even in the early stages of a relationship you feel comfortable enough to not find the energy to get a shop in before they arrive and both parties are happy with the prospect of going to Tescos as early evening entertainment.

Well it’s either comfort, or I can’t be arsed to make the effort…let’s go for the former option shall we?

Christmas 2005

Well I’m back oop north and recovering from Christmas with the folks.

We celebrated Christmas on Christmas Eve, in order to fit in with the plans of my brother, sister-in-law and my niece and nephew.

With Dad still recovering from his hernia op and Mum decidedly below par, this year we did Christmas-lite. The local butcher provided a (huge!) rolled turkey breast, stuffing was pre-made by Sainsburys, sprouts were purchased ready prepared and Christmas cakes pre-cooked and iced.

The reduction in work load, both on the preparation and clean-up fronts, was impressive and whilst it might not be the most homely or environmentally friendly way of celebrating the festive season, with circumstances as they are right now it was a most welcome approach. There is more than enough physical and emotional effort required in other areas without doing the full Delia…

Happily the low-maintenance style did little to impede our enjoyment of the day and with the kids excited as ever to tear open their pressies (and those of anyone else who hesitated…) it was a day full of fun and family.

Christmas Day itself was by comparison a quieter affair, with just myself, Mum and Dad. For the first time in 20 years or so we had no non-family guests (traditional visitors now sadly passed away or in care homes) and with Mum clearly struggling, it was a very quiet low key day.

Monday and Tuesday are similarly quiet and having spent time with the folks and kept my promise to get up horribly early everyday to get Mum up and generally give Dad a break, I return weary (physically and emotionally) home (only 6 hours of motorway hell!!!).

Just time to get in some sleep and a vague attempt at tidying the house before my New Year’s houseguest arrives.

Happy Yule Y'all!

Happy Christmas everyone!

As I look back over the year (hey a blog makes that easy right?), my over-riding memory of 2005 is how blessed I am to have such great friends (at least some of whom are visitors to this blog). The start of the year was pretty rough and the end pretty good, but throughout it all, the constant is you guys.

So if you're reading this and you told me a joke that made me laugh, let me cry at you over the phone, sent me a 'girlie night-in' in a box, took my side without question, took me out and cheered me up, looked out for me as only a buuurrrdddy can, helped celebrate the good times, scoffed chocolate together, had a right good gossip, let me persuade you into doing something foolish with me, grinned like a loon at the best gigs ever, told me you loved me, laughed at my pathetic jokes, sent me a text hug, didn't get upset when I took the piss, or trusted me with some of your preciousness and shared some of your pain...all these things and more have meant the world to me this year.

So here's to 2006 my friends! I don't know where the ride will take us, but I'm glad we're taking it together (oh and I'll make sure we have plenty of tissues with us just in case any of us start sobbing again ;-) ).

Right. Enough of this sentimental tosh. Anyone get any new shoes for Christmas?

Pedants Revolt

It appears a pedant is stalking the toilet facilities at my office.



The words 'get a life' spring to mind...

Cute Overload

Steve Lawson, blogland's resident benign narcissist, offers this website as a Christmas gift to his readers.



I want to hate it so bad...but I can't quite make myself.


I feel dirty.

Deck the halls with glowing virgins...

It appears to be a fairly reliable rule of thumb, that the less affluent a neighbourhood is, the more money they waste on tacky Christmas lights, inflatable Santas etc etc.

Somehow P&S and myself have become increasingly obsesssed year on year by the lengths people will go to, to cover their abodes in the most revolting tat imaginable.

Tours of neighbourhoods are undertaken to track down bad offenders and last night, acting on a tip off, our journey home takes in a detour as we go in search of "really, really tacky - with a biblical twist".

At first we miss the biblical elements, the downstairs windows it is true are filled with very gruesome illuminated figurines, but it's all Santa and snowmen.

Then P looks up...at just the right moment when the vertical blinds, give up the treasures they are obscuring.

Three kings and a stray shepherd all beautifully glowing down at us...and yes in the small window around the corner we find...Mary and Joseph and the 'ickle baby Jesus'.



This photo in no way does justice to the full horror of this freaky show, but it was taken in haste and surreptiously as one party in the car is known to the owner of the house in question and feels being spotted laughing hysterically at his oh so worthy tableau might not go down too well...

The Cedar Tree

Time for ‘pre-festive season social encounter’ as S puts it. Accordingly P&S introduce me to their new favourite restaurant (anyone with shares in the Punjab may want to sell! sell! sell! at the potential consequences of this shift in loyalty).

The Cedar Tree in Manchester’s Northern Quarter is indeed worthy of their praise. Excellent Lebanese food, laid back service (“our credit card machine isn’t working – if you don’t have cash, come back and pay another day”) and slightly surreal décor (the photo is of one of the walls that runs the length of the restaurant, we believe that at some time this may have been a huge water feature, but it looks for all the world like some dodgy set design for a sixth form ‘Monsters from the Swamp’ style home movie).

The owner persuades us to try one dish that he particularly recommends. On arrival he insists on us tasting it and telling us what we think. At this point he mentions that the recipe is over 150 years old and was passed down to him by his granny.

So no pressure there then.

Fortunately there is no need to fake delight – it’s fantastic.

I think I too will be returning soon.

Well I need to settle that bill for one thing…

Oz at last

Another lazy morning and afternoon. IM isn’t feeling great, so settles for watching me wrap a mountain of presents. I can’t imagine gift-wrapping is much of a spectator sport, but he seems happy enough.

Later on we put the Wizard of Oz on in the background and from behind my mountain of paper, ribbon, bows and sticky tape I see it from start to end for the first time ever.

Now I know it will come a s a shock to you to discover that anyone can get to my age and not have seen the Wizard of Oz, but that’s just the way it is. My parents didn’t really do TV on Christmas Day so…

Anyway, with this childhood wrong now corrected we go on for an evening snuggled up in front of The West Wing and 100 Greatest Christmas Moments accompanied by reheated tagine (the dish that keeps on giving…).

Keeping Mum

Lazy, lazy Saturday – all plans for walks and art galleries are shelved for some R&R.

A late brunch of a bacon sarnie, disproves last nights “we’ll never eat again theory”.

Late afternoon we head to Showcase to see Keeping Mum.

It’s not a bad film, it’s just not very good either, which is a real shame given the potential of the cast.

IM and I agree that the strongest impression it leaves us with is “I wonder where that café with the fabulous view, that the characters meet up in, is in real life?”

Sponsorship by Isle of Man films makes me think it maybe somewhere there, but if anyone knows the answer…

Chorizo in a red wine, shallots and cherry tomatoes sauce served on char-grilled polenta to start and a scrummy chicken, butternut squash, almond and apricot tagine with lime cous cous for main…see you don’t always have to eat out to experience culinary delights. Once in a blue moon I can do a passable impression of a domestic goddess.

When I can be bothered.

That Cafe

A wonderful meal at That Café (thank you Stuart I can here you from here…) tonight.

Fabulous food and being Christmas it’s a set price for three courses. Mind you I wouldn’t otherwise have had a pudding on top of the starter of Stilton, chestnut and artichoke brulee and the main of Breast of pheasant with a Cointreau soaked apricot and thyme stuffing on lightly spiced bulgar wheat with almonds and sultanas served with a port gravy, but seeing as we’d paid.

Trust me the food is as good as it sounds.

Happily IM agrees and is well impressed by his first visit to this culinary haven in Levenshulme. It’s always good when new friends like the things you like.

Don’t want to eat for a week mind, but good all the same.

Juggling Hedgehogs

Ah bless, this Christmas card arrived the other day. Those most excellent purveyors of juggling equipment at Balls-U-Like sent me this:



I just feel bad that their excellent customer service won’t result in repeat business from this most irregular of jugglers. But hey maybe if I put words like juggling, balls, poi, clubs, LEDs, fire sticks etc in this post, some hopeful shopper will find this blog and take their business to Balls-U-Like.biz.

Very Nearly and Early Night

Sanctus1 tonight and we’re looking at ‘Practising the Presence of God’.

Good stuff and food for thought.

Pub afterwards and for once I’m a good girl and remember it’s a school night and I’m tired and I head home before closing time.

Of course once home I then spend 90mins on the phone, but hey it’s almost like sleeping…