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I’m Dreaming of a Blue Christmas | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. I’m Dreaming of a Blue Christmas. December 19, 2014. Slipping into bed behind a husband wearied from the daily grind coupled with Christmas festivities, I dropped my bombshell. 8220;The painter is coming Thursday by the way.” I whispered, snaking my arm around his waist and leg between his. My limbs rumbled slightly with his groan. 8220;Where will we sleep? 8221; came a small, despairing voice I barely heard. His breathing had slowed. He was asleep. In my head it would work...
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Picture of a New Year | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. Picture of a New Year. January 12, 2015. S and I were certainly both eager to see in a New Year – one which we hope might finally draw a line under a couple of harder ones. Even O appears to be excited about the imminent arrival of what he assures us will be a ‘bruvver’. Every morning since discovering our news he has asked sleepily “is the baby out yet? By the Power-That-Is-S….let alone considered. Another project I’d like 2015 to see finished is the ongoing gallery wal...
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Ready and Waiting | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. March 20, 2015. For the bathroom (bearing the dual function of S’s morning dressing room), which rather amused me featuring as it does a ‘señor elegante’. Though whilst S does brush up rather handsomely I’m not sure he’s ever emerged looking quite so camply dapper….but perhaps that’s nothing a personal shopper couldn’t sort out? She chuckles to herself…. again. The second poster was this. 8220;What is that? 8221; asked S on his return home one evening. Certainly some feet-up r...
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Stress at the Swedish Superstore | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. Stress at the Swedish Superstore. February 6, 2015. The trip started well, with O and I consuming our obligatory school-dinner-esque fish and chips (why does something so wrong taste so right? Before moving on to a slice of plastic pudding (me) and luminous jelly (O). Feeling suitably malnourished we were ready to commence. O obligingly climbed aboard the trolley …and we we were off…. 8220;No problem” he replied simply “just pick up your doors in the warehouse and ...I glanced...
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A Different Perspective | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. May 4, 2015. 8220;Hey, hey….no shooting indoors….” I chided as one whizzed past my nose. 8220;Ah” said our friend L, “we’ve been playing by different rules….Z! No playing with the bow and arrows indoors! 8220;Sorry pet, that was me” S confessed placing a coffee in front of me as I plugged Baby A on for another feed. 8220;It was your. 8221; I said, surveying the carnage. 8220;As Head of the House I can break my own rules.” came his response. See not what they are. With only the...
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Gilding Gone Silly | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. December 11, 2014. 11pm My mobile rang. 8220;Hi darling. I’m on my way home.” came the voice of my husband, husked slightly by a pint or two of Christmas cheer. 8220;Oh s* t” went my reply. 8220;Um….the clock isn’t finished.” I muttered in explanation. 8220;The big Ikea one. I’m gilding it”. It’ll be ok though….”. There was an audible sigh. 8220;I do love you….you let me get away with murder.” I smiled. Pizza duly went in the oven before I continued, rather contentedly, gilding.
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A Cabinet Reshuffle | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. February 18, 2015. Sunday morning. S let out a whistling sigh. 8220;What’s up darling? 8221; I asked. 8220;Just thinking of the day ahead….” came his pensive reply. Chaos with a few trays of mouse poison thrown in. (Yes. The scratching under the kitchen floor continues to be an issue….) Once back down again the brave adventurer is quizzed on two things. “Did you find it? 8221; Being the first, of which the answer is almost certainly a no. ‘Have they taken the poison? 8220;Why ...
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A Boy’s Castle | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. A Boy’s Castle. August 14, 2015. 8220;I won’t know what to do with myself when you’re gone” said S, referring to the week long holiday the boys and I had squeezed in to our busy summer schedule to introduce Baby A to family residing in Spain. 8220;Oh, I’m sure I can think of something” I said, cutting O’s toast into the pre-requisite squares. 8220;I don’t doubt it. I suppose what I meant was, I. Won’t know what to do with myself. But I know you. I think I heard a groan. The so...
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Home | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. April 21, 2015. Perhaps ironically, having spent the past nine months fearing a premature delivery, Baby A (a little boy) arrived three days after his due date to delighted parents and a thrilled big brother. 8220;Mummy, our baby is taking a long time.” O had oft lamented. Exaggeration) of O’s outgrown clothes which resulted in the sending of the majority to charity, a minority straight to the bin and an edited selection back into the loft. S, with his longstanding b...8220;Th...
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Water Under The Bridge and Sand Between the Toes | Pebbledashed Pad
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A little place called Home. Water Under The Bridge and Sand Between the Toes. June 15, 2015. 8220;I think…” S mused as he returned home Friday evening hungry for his holiday, our annual trip to the Lake District, “that I’ll try and get away with not buying this roof box. I’ll see how we go….”. S took one look at the pile accumulating in the spare room before picking up his keys and heading to Halfords. 8220;I think” S said eventually when I’d mentioned the sandpit yet again “that having...8220;I don̵...