Showing posts with label chores. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chores. Show all posts

Saturday, 23 November 2013

Today I...

 
Today I was going to go to the Fair and my local butchers' and greengrocers'.
But I didn't.

 
Instead, I made our Christmas cake, which is cooking away as I type.
 
 
 
I wore my new Christmas Cats apron. I do believe that Santa has found a matching mug and coaster set; guess I know what I'll be drinking my festive hot drinks in!!!

 
Having popped the cake in the oven and done a mountain of washing up I had a sit down with a coffee and a couple of slices of this Weetabix cake, which I bought from the Village Fair last Saturday.
I was a tad unsure, I mean, Weetabix cake? But so pleased I took the plunge...it is totally yummy. A dense, filled with fruit tea loaf with no hint of the breakfast cereal.
I've been have a slice as my 'breakfast' each morning. A pretty good way to start the day!
 
Right, I'm off to have a gawp at my cake.
Have a great weekend!
Z xx

Saturday, 31 August 2013

Ditsy Belle #30 - Chore

Bins! Bins! Smelly bins!!
 
 
I had Mr B to thank for this (old) photo that he searched out from our huge collection. It was taken the first day of the new wheelie bins collection and was a bit of a disaster...and several years down the line and a few more bins and crates added to the mix it hasn't improved that much!!
 
It seems that a lot of the town have issues with the company that won the tender after the council gave up on doing it. Well, I have found them to be very good, pleasant and efficient. Can't ask for more that that, can you?
 *****
On a totally different topic - noticed that this was taken before 'bitch from hell' moved in upstairs, (hence, the For Sale board).
I have just coped with the many family members celebrating three August birthdays; with a stinking barbecue and a pro DJ playing music outside from early afternoon until about half an hour ago when somebody, in no uncertain terms, asked them all to shut up!! (No, not me! or Mr B, some other long-suffering neighbour I presume!). I hope I haven't grown into a grumpy old woman, but, when the bass from their speakers, in the garden, can be felt while I'm sitting on my bed, yeah, you get my drift!
 
So wow! Thank you for your heartfelt comments...it must be working.
Z xx