Special days

With Christmas and Valentines gone and now Mothers Day to look forward to I'm wondering how much more disappointment will be heaped upon me. Like most people I tend to take these special days with a pinch of salt however, deep inside, there's still a part of me that would like one of the members of my family to acknowledge my contribution in their lives. Is it too much to expect a card? A small gift? Even just what is asked for? When asked at Xmas what I wanted, I gave specific details. Shop. Size. Colour and pattern. Pink and floral. I got - too big, blue and checkered!
For Mothers Day I'll ask for flowers, but will probably get onions and you know what... I'll accept them with good grace.  

Happy New Year indeed

Well I didn't join the masses in Central London to see in the New Year with a bang [or two] but chose the more sedate confines of my own home with the little one. The telly, of course, won out on the choice of what to do...however for the life of me I'm not sure why or how but I managed to land on Alan Carrs New Year Specstacular show.
It was bad TV. At first funny, then as the time wore on I realised my grin was fixed into a grimace and I was no longer laughing. Having flicked to other channels it really was the 'best' of a very bad lot, the more I watched in hope to find some joy, music by the Ting Tings and even JLS the only saving grace. The last time I found my self transfixed watching desperately unfunny people doing desperately unfunny things was at an Ann Summers party, and the time before that a theatre show of Puppetry of the Penis [oh yes]. Happy New Year indeed.