A Humdrum Mum

I'm a little late with this one this month. We've been all over the place metaphorically speaking, well and physically as well. My mother in law passed away and we all had quite a difficult month or so, what with nipping down to visit plus feeling guilty that we were all up here. Anyway there were some nice moments. Master Humdrum and I stayed in a local hotel and spent two nights together on our own. We managed to have fun despite it being a really sad time. We watched a whole (rather inappropriate but what the heck) series on Netflix, plus reviewed the whole range of fast food eateries in the area. It was, in fact, quality time spent together which we rarely get these days. And I know his grandma would've liked that very much. We Humdrums love our live music. We've decided, as it's our 25th year together, to attend 25 music gigs. This is number 5 so far. (For our own benefit as much as yours: 1 Shiiine Weekend, 2 Don Letts DJ set, 3 Fantastic Fug Ban...

Half-term holidays have begun to mean the boy lurking around in his room during the winter months, and out and about with his mates in the summer ones. Not with me. However this time, he spent time four days in a row (yes FOUR). Here he is at the beach hut, with his mate. He's about to break a chair of mine and spend the rest of the afternoon destroying it fully. Happy days.  This cake signifies all of the cake I had at half term. I certainly made the most of all of the catch-ups with my friends. With cake. And gossip.  This is Killer Ludo. My dad is the world's meanest Ludo player and he cheats to win. He usually does win to be honest. But he's not honest. The boy loves playing with him, trying to be the alpha male and not let him win. Over the years, the boy has become less likely to get upset when his dear mother gets him out. He's even trying to cheat now like is grandad, but not as successfully. We catch him! Another day spent with the boy a...

This is New Year's Eve at our house. Every year, we host a disco for our little group of five families. Each year, we enjoy a little drink. Each year, we drink yummy espresso martinis. Each year, we dance and dance and dance. This year was no exception. This year, we chose rather cheesy music (think Copa Cabana) and danced and sang so much that my legs ached for days.  This is my new mantra. I'm fed up of counting down the days to the weekend, or weeks to half-term. And it also links in with Bohemian Rhapsody, answering Freddie's first line question. Sadly, my newly restored motivation for getting outside to do more exercise took a hit in the form of plantar fasciitis. For the lucky ones who don't know what it is, it is a bloody annoying pain in your arches and on your heel. I have had to wear my old moulded (not mouldy) insoles to help. I am obsessed with Skechers so I bought these comfy boots, only to find that memory foam isn't great for my fo...

Well, would you believe it? I've just got into a Liked and Loved linky - created my first one at the end of November, presenting all the things I've liked and loved in that month. Sorted out my photos for my December one, went to check the linky thing - to find this ! A Cornish Mum (the linky creator) has only gone and finished the linky! Oh well, I shall rename it My December or whatever month it is. So here is My December 2018. Footie The boy was awarded Parents' Player of the Match after playing against a higher team (same league) in our club. They lost 2-1 but we felt we'd won the World Cup! We've come so far this season and to lose by such a small margin against a team like that, well, the players should all be chuffed to bits. We had quite a flurry of goals this month from a defender who cheekily wanted to go back to his original striker position. Two goals for his Sunday team, five goals for his school team, another two, one last one before they broke...

This is my first liked and loved linky entry - found on www.acornishmum.com - thank you for that!  Here are the things I've liked and loved last month. And I've just realised the majority of them are FOOD! My 12 year old son made a rude comment about how I wasn't able to just "throw pasta" at him every time I couldn't be bothered to cook. So I decided to make him cook. We have baked in the past, but to be honest, he's not that interested in it - so this was a task! He managed to cook filled pasta with his own tomato sauce, topped with grated cheese (and no grated finger nails!). When my parents visited the other weekend, my mum and I took the opportunity to nip out for a sneaky steak before watching Bohemian Rhapsody. We absolutely loved both the steak and the film! This year saw the third return to Butlins Minehead for their Shiiine On weekender (90s indie for the uninitiated). My partner and I met up with three of my besties ...