December always seems to bring out the urge to blog. Perhaps because in this space everything can be pretty and orderly and under control. Real life is so disappointing in those areas sometimes, don't you find?
Today is the day of Johnny's Nativity Play. He is an angel. A very disgusted angel - not sure if it is because of the white tights or the dancing. I hasten to add, he has not been singled out for humiliation - his entire class are angels. I plan to take a LOT of pictures, so I can blackmail him when he is a stroppy teenager.
The child who already shows signs of being a stroppy teenager gave me an honest, heartfelt hug today. On his classroom steps. Now that was unexpected. But very lovely too. I think it's because I decided to help him find his lost rugby boots instead of yelling at him for being irresponsible. I did the yelling yesterday - about another episode of flakiness on his part. Perhaps he took it on board. Christmas is the season of miracles, after all. And I found the boots. Happiness all round.
The kitchen has been a hubub of activity this morning. I've made Tupperware chorizo (Gill said it's really good - I like a personal recommendation) a batch of cinnamon biscuits and one of chocolate and ginger thins. I gave only eaten three, which shows steel-like self control on my part, don't you think? Mind you - half of them are still in the oven, so the body-count may well rise.
My neighbour has hired men to cut holes in the tarmac driveway so he can plant a hedge. This seems a plan doomed to failure to me. There is much thudding going on and plumes of filth. My cats are traumatized.
Yesterday, I wrote a Christmas card to my Aunt in New Zealand. Her card to us always arives in November. She is very organized. I went to post it, saw the queue in the Post Office and put it back in my bag. I am sorry Aunty Betty - it's going to be late again.
My phone number transfer has worked! So now my shiny new iPhone is fully functional. It has been many years since I felt so much excitement over a birthday present - took the sting out of turning 40 completely. I have Siri. Thimbleanna is using hers for sensible things. I am dictating lots of texts to the people who used to text me ALL THE TIME even though I was so hopeless at texting that it would take me 15 mins to prod out Yes, see you at 9.30 in reply.
The children also keep hi-jacking Siri to ask it things like "What are you wearing?" and "Would you like a cup of tea?". They are quite frustrated, having never before come across an adult they couldn't wind up. I think Siri might have the last laugh.
I have knit my phone a little sock to keep it warm. And a baby vest. And a silk necklace and a washcloth (not for the phone). I will get round to showing them at some point I'm sure.
Right - mind-dump concluded - hope your day is going well.
My kitchen has seen some action this morning too, with more to come later.
I'm so excited for you about your iPhone! My most favourite possession EVER!
Posted by: Dragonfly | 06 December 2011 at 13:14
Hahaha -- Siri actually knows what she is wearing -- that's awesome! Or, is Siri a "he" in your case? A reader told me I could get that sexy British male voice that I wanted if I changed Siri to British English. So, I did -- and Gerard is divine. Problem is, he can't understand me unless I also speak British English and since my Brit accent is awful, I had to change back to American Girl Siri. Don't you adore that text dictation feature? I LOVE it -- now I can text while driving and never take my eyes off of the road!
Posted by: Thimbleanna | 06 December 2011 at 13:38
I think I missed your birthday - I am sorry :-( Take heart in the fact that you are not alone.
I am sorely tempted by an iPhone - so sleek, so beautiful - but I have a husband who firmly believes Android is the way to go so it is down that road I shall be continuing. Ah well, life's not so tough if the choice is apple or android ;-)
My little one is a narrator in their nativity tomorrow, and then they are both singing on Thursday to raise money for homeless children - I think my sentimental old heart might just explode.
Posted by: dottycookie | 06 December 2011 at 13:49
"Body count rising" made me laugh ;-), well said.
Posted by: Julia@kolo | 06 December 2011 at 13:54
Wow, my head is spinning. Hope Johnny breaks a leg (not literally! 'Twould ruin his snowy white tights) and that you manage to resist the remaining cookies. Or not.
Posted by: Lynn | 06 December 2011 at 14:47
I really must make that tupperware chorizo again, it is good.
You certainly got a flashier birthday present than I did. Mind you I'm not sure what I'd do with an iphone.
Posted by: Sue | 06 December 2011 at 14:56
oh dear. I needed a good laugh.
I want siri. I need siri. Does he know Bruce Springsteen's address? or where No 1 has put his school shoes? ask him please.
Posted by: Monica | 06 December 2011 at 16:05
Really enjoyed reading today. Well. I always enjoy reading but today was particularly filling. Like the ginger thins...? Ax
Posted by: MagicBean | 06 December 2011 at 17:13
Perhaps we could all send our questions in to Siri, she could become the oracle of blog and.
Posted by: Jodie | 06 December 2011 at 21:02
Smart phone eh? *thoughtful face*
Posted by: Alice C | 06 December 2011 at 22:55
Oh, dear. Mr Coffee has an iPhone. I have found that people who have iPhones can never stop bloody looking at them.
Posted by: The Coffee Lady | 08 December 2011 at 15:57
Just thought I would say how I love following your blog and that your Christmas puddings inspired me to make my own - I have put some pictures on my blog - whataknit.blogspot.com
Posted by: Morag Duller | 09 December 2011 at 16:17
Sounds like a phone i need, had to send the touch screen one back as I couldn't work it! One that I could talk to sounds perfect for a technophobe :)
I'm sure the nativity was wonderful, not least for the white tights!
Posted by: French Knots | 10 December 2011 at 09:24
I want to ask Siri about the Higgs boson.
I like the sound of the silk necklace.
Posted by: Emma (silverpebble) | 13 December 2011 at 08:51
I believe you have just saved your husband from the pillow talk (or the cache dump as I call it) when you go to bed and tell them all the things you achieved in your day :o) Just tell him to read your blog. :o)
Nice to see life for you is much like life for us busy busy with a nativity play in the middle.
:o)
Posted by: Sew Create It - Jane | 13 December 2011 at 21:46