50 shades

With Christmas having been and gone the excitement of New Year loomed large on the horizon. The house looked like Texas after hurricane season with toys strewn to the far corners of subsofa and the carpet in the kitchen (I ask you really, carpet in the kitchen??) covered in at least 50 shades of playdough, gravy, custard and so on.

After a day visiting friends and letting the kids run off steam, we decided to have Laurie's godmother and family over for a quiet New Years eve, which was really nice although it made me feel rather old having such a low key do. More so the fact I had to have a disco nap to make it to midnight....not sure if it's still called a disco nap if it's at 10pm tho. Still we were all awake at 12 and raised a glass along with the radio 4 man (again, rather old) to good things happening in 2013.

The New Year so far appears to be carrying on from 2012 in that it is very wet. I am seriously considering in investing in a tumble dryer. So today we escaped to the shelter of the libary. I spent some time seeking out gardening books to ready myself for the flurry of activity I will make during the dryer weather in the garden. I am secretly hoping it will stay wet. I think by now I have to conceede I am starting to sound older than my (early) 30's. A friend jokily suggested they would buy me one of those amusing vegetable shaped foam kneelers for my new middle aged life style. Gladly that gift never arrived at christmas but I will watch out in future incase my age is given away by gifts recieved. (when my Grazia subscription changes to Good Housekeeping I will really worry). Anyhoo a helpful elderly lady showed me where young  hipsters like myself could locate the gardening books and I now have 'The Gardening Year' and 'The Greenhouse Gardener' to brighten my evenings. I am rather put off however as the first book tells me to 'attend to your lawn'. This rings bells to me that surley are not related to gardening and I have not the first clue how one would go about attending to such a thing. If it does not like yoghurt and won't be put on the naugthy step, i am at a loss. Give me some specific instructions!

Laurie and Mol had a good time wrecking the kids section. Spinning round on the chairs and climbing on the train bookshelf. Mol is particually fond on nosing at books others have chosen and stealing off with them. Today it was the turn of a rather harassed looking Mum with at least 3 kids. (3 kids...imagine). I was a bit late to find Mol sifting their collection and come toddling across to me, via a detour of most of the libary, joyously brandishing the clearly erotic novel Harassed Mum had chosen and secreted in the pile. We left at speed.