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… no sooner was I back then I was gone again.  The last two months have been very busy, very strange and very stressful and I just haven’t managed to get myself together enough to write.  Facebook may well be playing a part in my lack of blogging, I seem to be addicted

A brief timeline:

Pre-Christmas:  The Yorkshirman develops  man flu a cough.  I develop very little sympathy.

Christmas:  The Yorkshirman’s cough worsens.  I defrost a bit.  He is diabetic and infections can bugger him up so a little more wifely understanding is required.  He is flat out all over Christmas and I run round doing everything despite only recently having recovered from a slight cough nasty chest infection myself.  Everyone is run down and miserable.

Tuesday 30/12:  I get a phone call from work (I was on holiday over Christmas).  My job is at risk of redundancy.  I fly into a panic.

Wednesday 7/1:  I get another lifechanging surprise – a positive pregnancy test!  Oh.  My.  God.   We are delighted but I start to worry that redundancy and pregnancy don’t really mix too well.

Mid Jan:  I start throwing up.  A lot.  I can’t even keep water down.  I’m diagnosed with Hyperemesis Gravidarum, prescribed some anti-emetics and signed off work.

Jan/Feb:  I continue to throw up regularly but manage to keep enough food and fluids down to function, albeit on a fairly basic level.  Very lazy parenting ensues – “Shall we put a DVD on darling?”.  The Yorkshireman continues to cough but is back on his feet.

Wednesday  4/2:  Little’un is referred for squint surgery by her opthalmologist.  The vision in her right eye has improved beyond all recognition but if anything her squint is worse so the time has come to have it corrected.

Tuesday 10/2:  My 35th birthday.   How on earth did I manage to get that old?  I have my booking in appointment with my midwife, who pretends to remember me from my pregnancy with Little’un although it was over five years ago since I was last at this point and it’s obvious to me that she has seen too many people in the intervening time.  It’s all fairly straightforward – even though I moaned a lot and had lots of niggles whilst pregnant last time it was essentially an uncomplicated pregnancy and easy birth.  I manage to keep some chocolate fudge cake down and feel a bit happier.

Mid Feb:  The Yorkshireman develops strained rib muscles having coughed solidly for two months.

Monday 16/2:  The Yorkshireman is told that there are going to be redundancies at his workplace.  He is put under 30 days’ notice.

Tuesday 17/2:  The Yorkshireman coughs whilst bending over a desk and does himself some incredibly painful mischief.  He is admitted to hospital and there is talk of blood clots in lungs and legs.  Thankfully my Mum is here to help me during half term so I can go to hospital with him without having to worry about Little’un. 

Wed 18 – Thu 19/2:  The Yorkshireman spends 36 hours on a medical assesment ward and 24 hours on a general ward waiting for scans and blood test results.  Eventually blood clots are ruled out, he is diagnosed with herniated rib muscles and is sent home with a large pile of Very Good Drugs to help with the pain.

Friday 20/2:  I finally get some good news – my job is safe.  I am yet to find out whether I can continue to work part time or if the new structure means I’ll have to go back to full time hours, but at least I have a job and I’m incredibly relieved.

So that brings us up to date.  The Yorkshireman is much improved but still coughing.  We are waiting for confirmation that his job is safe.  Little’un is a bit nervous about her impending op but is otherwise a happy and bouncy little girl.  I am now 10 weeks pregnant and I’m hanging on in there. 

I may expand on some of the above, and who knows,  I might even manage it within the next few months.


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My Mum has a Christmas tradition that I am more than happy to carry on into the next generation (edit: and the one after that I suppose!) – trifle for breakfast on Boxing Day.

I have cheated a bit this year and used Bird’s Trifle packet mix – but yum nevertheless.

Little’un has helped with the stirring and sugar strand sprinkling and has also proved herself a dab hand at spoon licking and bowl scraping.  She also seems to be a trifle addict along with her Mum and Granny.

So, we ate trifle for breakfast on Boxing Day.  We had some trifle before then and afterwards too.  Eventually, we ran out of trifle…

Little’un:  Mummy, please can I have some trifle?

Tigerfeet:  Sorry missus we have eaten it all up, there is none left.

Little’un: (mutters under breath sulkily in manner of Kevin the Teenager) Well if there’s no trifle then I will just have to be hungry then. [pouts]

I thought they got that sort of attitude much older [hahahaha]

I do hope you enjoyed this little snippet of our everyday life.  It didn’t take much to bring it to you.  Twas but a trifling thing.  Fnar.

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Happy Christmas to All :o)

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but I am starting to feel happy about the upcoming festive season so I am going to inflict the WordPress Christmas Theme on you all.  So there.

I find winter really depressing at times, for instance today it is not yet quite light 10.45am which doesn’t bode well for the rest of the day.  It is raining and it is cold.  On days like today I want to hide under the duvet and surf the net all day whilst being delivered hot sweet porridge at regular intervals.  I do love those crispy, bright cold days in which we can go out and play in all the leaves that have fallen, kicking them up in the air and bringing them home to make autumn displays; but if I tried that today I would end up slipping on leaf sludge, going arse over tit and come home with a lot of washing to do.  Where’s the fun in that?

Christmas means that there are extra gloom removing lights everywhere – the town centre looked lovely yesterday when we had a wander round – with holly and berries and sparkly things dotted about.  The Yorkshireman is a rather pragmatic soul and isn’t really into decorations and shininess so I am enjoying the fact that Little’un is now old enough to appreciate it all with me.  We now outnumber him two to one when it comes to family decisions on the presence or absence of shiny things.

I’m not so keen on shopping at this time of year, although on the whole Little’un doesn’t need a buggy any more so it is a little easier to get around, but the crowds annoy me.  Whilst I like places to be busy and have an atmosphere I hate the crushing hordes, recklessly spending for no apparent reason.  We have thought carefully about what to get Little’un – Santa is bringing her things she will actually use – and thankfully we don’t have too many other people to buy for.  We don’t go overboard on food and drink either.  We’ll have a few extra glasses of wine and perhaps some cheese* and pâté and the odd mince pie and of course a lovely roast dinner but we don’t hold the opinion that it is necessary to do enough shopping to last a month just because the shops are closed for a couple of days.

The Yorkshirman and I will both be working over Christmas with just Christmas Day and Boxing Day off.  Assorted relatives will be visiting (the bit I love best) so work days will be easier than usual as Little’un will stay at home.  No morning rush.  No mad dash in the evening.  With any luck, we may even return home to a cooked meal – bliss.

The tree won’t go up for a couple of weeks yet.  My Mum’s birthday is mid-December and it was always a rule in our house that we weren’t allowed to put the decorations up until after her birthday.  She has since admitted that this is nothing to do with keeping her birthday celebrations away from Christmas but a ploy to stop us mithering to have the tree up too early.  A good idea, and a tradition I am happy to continue.

Little’un has been practising hard for her nursery Christmas production and is singing lots of new songs, her favourite being “Twelve Days of Christmas”.  She hasn’t got all the days in the right order but she knows more than I do, although being three she does change some of the lyrics.  Apparently, on the fifth day of Christmas, her true love brought to her, “Five Gold POOOOOOOOOOOOS” [cue hysterical giggling].

So I find Christmas the perfect antidote to the depressing, wet, mildewy English winter.  So please excuse me if I start getting excited a little early.

* which reminds me – must buy the Stilton and Brie now so that they are mature enough to walk by Christmas

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Yesterday we ate sprouts, and a shedload of other stuff besides, as one does at this time of year.  Sprouts get a bad press in my humble opinion.  Lightly steamed so they are still ever so slightly al dente makes them a delicious accompaniment to any meal.  The oh-so-British tradition of putting them on to boil a week last Tuesday in readiness for Christmas Dinner has ruined them for many people.

The effects on the nether regions of the inhabitants of Tangerine Towers has been as per the standard too.

Today Little’un has been really out of sorts; we went to the coast to blow away some cabin fever and stayed long enough to eat chips then came straight home as she grizzled the whole time.  She didn’t want her sausage or her chips and didn’t even scoop up all available tomato sauce showing she was really feeling unwell.

Once we got home, she farted longly and loudly once every 30 seconds or so for a good hour.  Now she is fine.

Can’t blame it in the sprouts though, she didn’t eat hers.  She popped one into her mouth and she spat it out immediately, pulling the festive “ewwww, sprouts” face.

Must’ve been the stuffing.

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Track Santa with NORAD

Clicky here

At the time of writing, he has been seen in New Zealand, Australia and Japan

(thanks to Pewari for the link)

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According to Little’un, we are getting visits tonight from two fairytale entities.

Better leave out two mince pies then.

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