Tag Archives: Christmas
Every Christmas, we spend a lot of time driving around the UK, visiting family, and one thing this year was inescapable: the children in our lives, our godchildren, our nieces and nephews and the children of cousins, are growing up. … Continue reading
“I can’t take any more bras!” said Jon, returning from work uncharacteristically exasperated.
The day before heading home for the holidays is always a last minute rush of Christmas shopping, but I should have known better than to go to American Girl on 5th Avenue on Sunday Afternoon.
Years ago a friend told me that this Steaming Bishop was his Grandma’s go-to Sunday night drink in winter. Apparently she’d get happy and tipsy and sing the rude words to Christmas Carols. Every time I drink one, that’s EXACTLY what I feel like doing. Continue reading
Christmas is a time for nativities, pantomimes, ballets and shows. All of my nieces and nephews have been treading the boards over the last couple of weeks, being snowmen and angels, playing carols on the recorder, dancing to Jingle Bell … Continue reading
The other day I was trying on potential Christmas Dresses in Ann Taylor Loft and the following music tracks played in this order:
Walking from my apartment to the subway I pass 2 sex shops.