1 day Christmas Count-Down

Just 1 more sleep until stockings, presents and a Christmas feast; and what a wait it has been! Personally, for the feast I am most looking forward to ‘pigs in blankets’ as they are just heaven.

The Christmas dinner in general is always the best of the year: turkey, thick gravy, roast potatoes, parsnips and sprouts. This year my mum is making the crackers- decorating and filling as she is very crafty and creative: Mum’s Christmas Crackers! However I am slightly disappointed to discover she hasn’t made homemade jokes: I was a little over excited…

Today also marked the final/start date for men to start their Christmas shopping, so no pressure getting the perfect gift! This year I decided I wanted to be SUPER organised by having the majority of presents bought by the first week of December, wrapped by the second week, delivered the third week. This also includes all cards written and attached to the presents. Some presents wrapping paper is even colour co-ordinated (promise I don’t have OCD…)

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I love the count up to Christmas, especially the advent chocolates: who doesn’t love a chocolate every day? (possibly not my dentist but she is lovely anyway), however today marks the last day! Tomorrow will definitely be a classic family Christmas- including the family argument over a game of Monopoly.

Merry Christmas!

H

Wednesday Wanders: A VERY Muddy One

So this weeks walk was up Otley Chevin, and I must say it was the most muddiest and Rosie did not hold back one bit.

After the resent rain (approx. 1 week when the heavens opened) it seems as though the Chevin absorbed the water and made hundreds of muddy puddles.

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2 minutes into the walk…

 

It seems Wednesdays have become a very popular day for dog walkers, but we did meet a gorgeous Great Dane called Charlie.

Great Danes are a breed of dog which fascinates me, the fact they frankly never EVER stop growing until they are the high of the average five year old child is another matter. However I never realised they moved with such grace and elegance, despite there size- I was expecting them to be more like Rosie, not looking where they were going and walking into a tree trunk… Charlie was already the height of a five year old child, but only 18 months and apparently has “a lot more to grow.”

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After a while I actually gave up telling Rosie to avoid the puddles, and allowed her to go in any she wished. She seemed to enjoy this and really did take it upon herself to take a dip in all puddles available- especially the blackest and deepest ones.

A hot bath at home did not go down well- as she is quite a tomboy (likes to get covered in mud, hates to have a pamper) but she seemed to settle well in front of the fire.

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Rosie was rather impressed with her result!

 

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Wednesday Wanders

This weeks Wednesday Wander took place at Golden Acre Park in Bramhope- a place full of dog walkers and defiantly the home of the blackest of all muddy puddles.

Within two minutes of entering the park, and letting Rosie off the lead; which was clearly the biggest mistake, Rosie happily made her way to the deepest puddle in the park. What was once a beautifully golden retriever, came back a black soggy mess- much to the amusement of the passers-by. DSC_0172

Times like this is when Rosie’s ‘selective hearing’ comes into town, so as I stood on the path shouting her name, she was reluctant to come out- having too much fun obviously!

Majority of the passers bye commented “oooh she’ll need a bath her!” quite simply stating the obvious whilst making a fool of myself; however this quickly changed around. 😉

Rosie has a thing about chasing things: other dogs, chickens, flies and partially ducks. Golden Acre Park is renowned for hundreds of ducks- another reason why Rosie was having the time of her life. Whereas the ducks dashed to the water, Rosie followed without realising that a lake actually contains water: she learnt pretty fast that day. DSC_0121

With a ‘oh bugger’ look on her face she climbed out of the lake, dripping wet, Zach’s face was a picture; in particular the ‘clearly I’m the best behaved’ look.

However it also meant there was no bath necessary for Rosie, or the need for my car to get horrifically muddy = a happy Helen.

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Operation Christmas Child

As a child, it was the tradition in my house to participate in ‘Operation Christmas Child‘. This is where you put together a shoe box for a less fortunate person in countries such as Africa or Asia, the boxes are full of gifts: toys, sweets, games, school stationary and the essentials in life. Continue reading