Howling wolf

Next door had a really really big really really smelly dog that used to live outside all year round. Suddenly we don't see the really really big really really smelly dog, instead we see a little stone with his name on it in the garden. Oh oh and we are sad. Really really big really really smelly dog has been replaced by howling wolf. Oww oww owwwwwwwww on constant play. Either someone is playing a really sick joke and has this on a record or they have a new dog that how-how-howwwwwwwwwwls all the time. We reckon it might be a puppy who misses its owner how-how-howwwwwwwwwwww or it might be an older dog that we didn't know existed who misses the really really big really really smelly dog. 

Either way, we wake up to the how-how-howwwwwwwww, it accompanies us through the day and takes us to bed how-how-howwwwwwwwwwww. 

Maybe I'm noticing it more today because I'm feeling really really blah. We were supposed to be at a family pre-Christmas gathering, but instead we had to cry off for fear I would either hurl in the car on the way there, or hurl when we got there as some kind of sick welcome and merry merry to you *barf* Whatever, it ain't a good look to be taking to the family. Have got heaps planned for this week, many merry gatherings, I shall be totally and utterly gutted if all plans have to go the way of today. In fact, I'll join in with next door, all together now, how-how-howwwwwwwwwwww.

One week to go...

...and the sparkley lights and tinsel are out. We LOVE the decorations we do!

And this little guy goes all the way back to when me and my sis were tiny tots with our eyes all aglow:

Merry Merry folks!

The Gaga on speed...?

On hold Saturday

It seems like I've spent most of today on hold on various telephones listening to many different varieties of awful muzak. Barf and double barf. And was I successful in my on hold ventures? Was I arse! I ended up giving up several times and even *hangs head in shame* had total petulant full on strop after waiting 15 minutes and getting nowhere, slammed the phone down once, which didn't feel satisfying enough so did it another 3 or 4 times all the while shouting and ranting and general ridiculousness like that. Totally proud of myself there...

I hasten to add that there wasn't anyone on the end of that line. Just a stupid automated voice that kept telling me my call really was important to them and if I just stayed on hold and spent several more pounds on their 0845 number...NO! Stop! Don't get started again. I don't want to throw anything else around. 

The rest of the day has flown by in a whirr of activity. We were up and about bright and early. I went and had my eyebrows ripped off whilst Wavey went and secured our Christmas turkey and bought some yummy sausage rolls for mid-morning snack. Then we went round to my old house and picked up post and did a bit more checking out and making mental lists of jobs. Then we dropped off post for someone else, then we went and collected various parcels, came home and demolished yummy sausage roll with a cup of magic coffee, next up we went to the Funky Rug Shop (great name, even greater shop) and bought, well, a funky rug for the horrid purple room as was (will be posting some after shots once it's fully finished), Wavey's been and helped out taking old bits of carpet to the tip, I've been to the supermarket and braved the teeming crowds at the till points and now I'm blogging. Sheesh! It's not even 4pm and look how much we've achieved. Surely a pat on the back is well deserved!

Oh and guess what? It's Fizz's birthday and I know I'm not supposed to say anything but yada yada boo is what I say. And this is what else I say:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FIZZ, me old mucker. 

May your day be merry and happy and cake filled. MWAH! XxX

Deck the halls with tack

Today was officially put up the Christmas decorations day at work. And we have some truly awful decorations. I blogged about a couple of them last year but we seem to have excelled ourselves this year with the sad, old, very out of date tack. Here's a few photos for you to enjoy:

And just when you thought you were safe from the dead birds, the one I had on my desk last year has been joyously returned to me for safe keeping. It's not a great photo but you may be able to see that his evil beady eye is starting to peel away from the face giving it that extra eeek-factor...

Christmas tack - it truly makes being at work more bearable at this time of year.

A Thursday Christmas song

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me a visit to the local toy emporium (also known as hell on earth):

Or more accurately, Wavey and I wandering down random isles calling out: puzzles? Moshi Monsters? Hex bugs? Me randomly pressing buttons on things that say push me, try me and trying to decide if £31 is only a tiny bit outrageous for a pogo stick that more resembles a trim ball (remember them anyone?!) with a stick attached to it. 

We <3 the toys we do...

A London Christmas song

On the first day of Christmas, London gave to me, a lovely walk upon a chilly canal:

On the second day of Christmas, London gave to me, 2000 Santas running:

On the third day of Christmas, London gave to me, a Christmas market on the Southbank:

On the fourth day of Christmas, London gave to me, a fabby weekend with the gorgeous Tizz:

That London - it rocks! 

Stay tuned for more Christmas songs and photos...