Posts Tagged“Christmas”

Happy New Year!

  Hello there, and happy new year to you and yours! It’s still close enough to January 1st to wish those you meet Happy New Year isn’t it? Of course it is. Anything else is just rudeness. Did you have a good one? Christmas that is. I trust you did, and I hope a jolly fat man came and emptied his sack in your living room. And I hope Santa visited you too. *Badoomtish* This really is just a quickie to let you know there are some changes afoot at ZMG HQ. Small ones. Not biggies. We’re just having a…

I bought myself a present

Amazon Echo Dot

  “I bought myself a present.” By the look on my partner’s face I could tell she knew what I ‘d done. It’s an old discussion isn’t it? How do you describe who you’re in a relationship with? We’re not married, so wife doesn’t fit. Some use ‘other half’ but it kinda means you’re not a whole person if you’re by yourself. Actually, that’s kinda true: I’m rubbish by myself. I could use other terms, I guess. Lover, but that seems too French. “Hello Father O’Flaherty, I want you to meet my lover…” Girlfriend seems inappropriate too. We’re in our…

Memory Making or Just Memory Faking?

  I’m going to be honest with you. After all, it’s what I do best (for those who are remotely interested!) Social media this month –more than ever-  is making me want to puke. We are talking the rare and proper, heaving kind of chunder (y’know, the cheap white wine kind?) And I think the place that is riling me the most right now is Instagram. Actually, I’ve stopped looking at altogether to be honest … Because let me tell you, If I see one more carefully composed flat lay of festive accessories paired with a cheeky seasonal Starbucks (being…

The End of The Age of Innocence

“Lucy said she doesn’t believe in Father Christmas any more” said the 9-year-old. Bugger. Thus it begins. The unravelling of an idea, festive fibbing, that’s been pedalled in order to keep the children in check. Leaving out whisky and a mince pie, and a carrot for Rudolph, floured footsteps in the kitchen and living room up to the Christmas tree to show someone came in and left the gifts, the concept of behaving yourself because otherwise Father Christmas won’t bring you any presents if you’re naughty… all this, this beautiful period of innocence and unquestioned parental authority, is now coming…