Walhalla brewery in Amsterdam struck gold with Wuldor, made with British malts and named after the Old Norse God of archers, Ullr, son of Thor… apparently. They have a whole series named after Gods and Daemons that I’m going to have to work my way through. 🙂
Except that proclamation is a complete LIE.! We sent it with Track and Trace, and kept an eye on where the package was every few days. On December 16th it was at the Post.NL depot. On December 18th it was STILL at the Post.NL depot. Huh.! Shouldn’t it have been moving by now.? Apparently not.
Continuing from earlier, the visit to Bear’s Mom means I don’t have to cook. So there goes quiche. I might make it anyway, tomorrow, and keep it for lunches for Tuesday and Wednesday.
A visit to Bear’s Mom will be nice though, she’s quite a character and so funny, and the reason he’s not only glued to the Internet, but a massive Sports fan. It’s all her fault. 🙂
Eleven and a half hours sleep seems to have done Bear’s youngest daughter the world of good. She bounced out of bed at 9.30am this morning raring to go, so Bear has taken her to her Volleyball match. Poor Bear, he didn’t sleep that well and looks as tired as I feel.
Sick kids means a very quiet weekend, the fortnightly visit to Bear’s Mom won’t go ahead this weekend, as she’s had heart issues over the past year and had to have stents put in.
Having burnt the toast (I like it that way) I finally managed to vacuum downstairs, not really difficult with an open plan kitchen/diner/family room, just extend the vacuum pole fully and stand in the middle of the room.
It’s taken five months of watching Bear checking out women’s Facebook profiles for me to finally lose my shit.! Three times in one week is excessive, and while I don’t think he’s up to anything shady, his behaviour is a cause for concern.
This is NOT a fashion blog. It’s a daily ramble, rant, mindless-muttering, brainless wittering on kind of blog, with pithy sarcasm and the occasional giggle… I have zero interest in fashion. I wea