I’ve really enjoyed blogging this year – thanks so much to those of you who read it on a regular basis.
As 2016 wraps up, I wanted to showcase my favourite five posts of 2016 and reflect on some of the memories they evoked. Which one will be top?
Thanks again and see you in the New Year!
I’ve been a bit of a wimp so far this Christmas.
Challenged to come up with the best things about Christmas, I went along with the standard list that everyone else was saying: presents, food, family time. All wonderful things.
We even started talking about music, carol services and goodwill.
But, and here’s where being cowardly really kicked in, I neglected to mention the real point of all. The true reason for the season. Why on earth it all started anyway.
And that’s what this post is all about.
When our little girl unleashed the contents of her stomach across her bedroom floor two hours after she should have gone to sleep the other evening, we knew it would be no ordinary night in our house.
Ok, so it’s not the primary tagline the BBC are running with in promoting The Apprentice Final tonight, however for our family, this series has only ever been about the trials and tribulations of our favourite marketing guru, Rebecca Jeffery.
And, after she left in a blaze of dismissive glory in Week 6 and giggled away with Rhod Gilbert, nothing has been seen of her.
Not, I must say, until the teaser for the final was released on Thursday night, as she returns to support the finalists, erstwhile colleagues Alana Spencer and Courtney Wood.
Fodder: “A True Underfed” story
The Gammy Knees are yesterday’s news.
After claiming a trophy in their final ever appearance (see Gammy Knees: A History), our Nottingham five aside team faded into the annals of history and Rick and I were left teamless. Lost. Abandoned.
Until, with the arrival of city slicker Tom – at least that’s what he thinks – to our region and we were offered the chance to return to our footballing home.
Nothing screams Christmas than a beautifully dressed tree, covered from head to toe in sparkling lights.
However, a DIY Christmas tree from Ikea is certainly a new one for me.
It’s a bit of a cliche but often at this time of year, you will hear people trot out the phrase, “I don’t feel Christmassy yet.”
It usually comes in response to early sunsets, gridlocked traffic and an inability to comprehend the number of Christmas lights springing up across the neighbourhood.
And, to be honest, I’ve felt much the same way this year, what with the birth of Harry at the start of November and trying to squeeze that into my already crammed existence.
However, with the help of my festive-happy wife and eager daughter, I think I might just be getting there.