This Christmas was exciting. My nephew is old enough to now interact with his presents. He loved unwrapping and exploring them. He was especially enamoured with his Thomas the Tank Engine bubble machine. LOOK AT THAT FACE.
As always, I am spending Christmas with my family in Inverkip. My family is quite small, comprising of my sister, mother, gran, and my mother’s boyfriend, Phil. Oh, and I mustn’t forget the dogs – they are a huge part of our family, too. My sister and I were walking our dogs this morning, and Malia took a grumpy turn when we headed home.
Merry Christmas! I hope you aren’t having a grumpy Christmas like Malia.
Seriously, what is happening to Finnieston? It’s become a hub of nice bars and places to eat. I am happy. Today Jo – Director at Toad’s Caravan (srs bsns woman) – and I tried The Gannett, which was boasting a particularly festive menu. We washed down our duck risotto with mulled wine, whilst propped on a bar stool at the window and watching handsome men walk past. Or as handsome as they get in Glasgow. *ducks*
What a civilised afternoon we had. Shawshank and I spent today wine tasting in Peckhams. This basically meant sampling 8 different wines and eating lots of cheese. Oh, and my first mince pie of the season. Afterwards we stopped off at George Square for a mulled wine. I think it’s officially the countdown to Christmas.
I just wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas from Inverkip, Scotland. I’m spending Christmas with my family at my Mum’s house. I popped online to share this photo and updated some WordPress plugins while I was at it, consequently breaking my whole site. Bear with my while I attempt to fumble around with PHP. But, yeah, have a great Christmas!
Ayden and I kick-started the Christmas spirit with a fun afternoon in Glasgow. It began with a deluxe hot chocolate at St Enoch square’s Christmas market. Seeing as we are both in agreement that sweet and savoury have separate compartments in your belly, we then headed for lunch at Lebowskis on Argyle Street (yeah, we sort of did things the wrong way round), before finishing our day at Ashton Lane during golden hour – only my favourite hour of the day.
I met Ayden a couple of months ago at the Next night in Blythswood Hotel, but it turns out we both love food and know some of the same folk. Make sure to check out Ayden’s UK lifestyle blog and give her brownie points for naming her cat Dexter.
It’s the penultimate day of 2011. Where does time go! In a few hours I will be boarding a flight to Dublin, where I get to spend New Year helping two people celebrate their wedding, and seeing a lot of faces I usually only catch up with once or twice a year. Fun times. It’s become a tradition of mine – like many others – where, towards the end of the year, I will write a list of goals I want to accomplish in the coming year. I haven’t done that this time. The only thing I’ll be applying to 2012 is common sense.
Happy new year, everyone. Make it great.
Okay, so I’m terribly unorganised. I leave everything to the last minute, which meant that not only did I have Christmas shopping to do, but I had various other finance related things hanging over my head that I needed to deal with. I made a promise to myself that I’d get up early today, head into town and beat the crowd. By 11am I had dealt with the bank, paid off my credit card, posted my Christmas cards, and wrapped up my shopping. And snapped some street photography, too!