So, just like every Wednesday, Jilly went supermarket shopping this evening for the weeks groceries.
Ten minutes ago, I received the following text from Jilly.
"I am in the Asda in my slippers! Oh the shame of it!"
Of course, my response was to reply immediately, asking whether or not Helen had been mistaken for her care worker.
Oh, I did laugh!
Worried that we are about to see the last of the snow, Jilly and Evelyn decided to make a snowman in the back garden today.
And, as I think you'll agree; they made a good of it, too!
Personally, I'll be glad to see the back of the bloody stuff!
With even more snowfall over night, Jilly's surprise trip for my fortieth birthday is looking increasingly at risk. Of course, perfectly oblivious to my concern over the coming weekend, Evelyn is loving the snow and being off school.
Evelyn and I had a rather inpromptu Daddy/Daughter day today as the whole country seemed to grind to a halt as it was covered in snow (it snowed throughout the night, last night, and has continued snowing today). Unfortunately, the same thing happened this time, last year, leading to Jilly and I having to cancel a birthday trip to Kendal. I was really pleased to discover, yesterday, that Jilly has organised another birthday trip for my fortieth...but that, too, is dependent upon the snow stopping for the weekend.
Watch this space...or keep your eyes on the sky!
It seems to have summed up our Christmas this; Jilly and Kieran were awake at 04:30 this morning, each 'throwing their rings up', while Evelyn was in and out of our bedroom refusing to sleep (as she has done for the whole of the holiday).
Driving through Lindley, Jilly and I regularly treat Evelyn to a visit to this house. These lights were up (in all their glory) last year, and I think we were both secretly hoping they'd be up this year too.
Unfortunately, my mobile phone camera does little justice to the colours.
Genuinely, I quite like them!
Jilly decided, some time ago, that she would like to have a stall on the open market in town. Rather meanly, I've 'poo-pooed' the idea, believing that it would be a colossal waste of Jilly's (and, possibly, my) time.
Fantastically, today, Jilly has rubbished my cynicism, proving me completely wrong. Together with a car full of second hand (but good quality) clothes (mostly Evelyn's, but one or two of Jilly's old things), books and toys, I took Jilly to the market to get a stall for the day. As it happens, it took Jilly almost two hours to secure the stall (there's something of a first come, first served policy for casual stallholders) and get all her stuff displayed.
Jilly was on the stall from about 09:30 until 15:30 and, having paid for the 'rent' of the stall and her public liability insurance, came out with a little under £100. What's most fantastic, though, is that when I arrived to collect her and what remained of her 'stock', it appeared to me that she'd sold next to nothing...most of the gear we took seemed still to be there..."Ready to sell another day!", she told me. Oh, my word!
Jilly points out that the reason she appeared to have sold next to nothing was the fact the she had continually replenished her stock from boxes under the stall...reminding me what an amateur I would have been on the market!
So...this article (Carbon Action 2008) appeared in this month's 'Talk About', the 'News and views from Kirklees Primary Care Trust' leaflet distributed amongst Huddersfield and Calderdale's Primary Care Trusts (or PCTs).
Apparently, the 'Talk About' people will be visiting Jillian at work, shortly, to interview and photograph her in preparation for a more 'in-depth' interview. It's only a matter of time before Fleet Street get wind of the story and we have the paparazzi knocking at our door...
Jilly had to go to the dentist today to have a broken crown replaced. As visiting the dentist always terrifies Jilly, Evelyn was really caring and, sitting at Jilly's feet as she sat in the dentist's chair, Evie stroked Jilly's feet, telling her that everything would be fine. Evelyn told her mummy that she liked going to the dentist as she leaned back with her mouth wide open, going "Aaaarrrgggghhh".
As Jilly and Evelyn were in the waiting Room, Evie was fascinated with the water dispencer and got herself a little cup and, waving her little finger about, said she was just having a "little bit". She didn't spill a drop after returning for several cups of water. A lady in the waiting room told Evelyn thast she was very clever, and asked her how old she was. Evelyn replied, "I'm FOUR!". The lady told Evelyn that she was very clever for a four year old. Jilly told the lady that she was even more clever as she is only two. "Oh, my goodness!", the lady exclaimed. Evie just beemed and slurped her water.
A combination of turning the clocks back on Saturday night, and a sound afternoon nap for Evelyn yesterday, has led to a rather unpleasant occurrence this morning...
At 05:15, Evelyn was wide awake and demanding that we all went downstairs to "watch something".
My only hope, as I sit here at my PC at work, is that the terrible feeling of nausea, exhaustion and advancing headache leaves me after the double strength coffee I've made myself. If that doesn't work, I've had the presence of mind to bring my eye mask in the hope that I can sleep through my lunch hour; something that isn’t going to be easy, given that I work at an international airport!
Boo-hoo, sob!
