‘Merry Christmas!’ I say cheerily to Mr TLC.
His present has finally arrived. Good job he’s a luverly patient man.
Photo: Christmas Tree by Kira Westland. Used under Creative Commons Licence.
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 Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: January 22nd, 2010  Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC.  3 comments - more welcome! Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: December 20th, 2009 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | Spurious lists. Leave a comment1. I’m on holiday – woohoo! Actually I’ve been on holiday for a little while – school broke up last Thursday – but I have been hiding under a duvet and sleeping. As you do.2. I have caught, fought and mostly got rid of the traditional Christmas holiday cold. Go me. (Yes, that’s why [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: November 18th, 2009 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life | Spurious lists | The Job. Leave a commentIt’s not been a bad day, there have been many good points. But it appears that I have not exactly been on the case: I arrive at school and discover that I am wearing dark blue striped trousers and a black jacket. This is not exactly what I had in mind.(Mind you, it’s nothing [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: October 15th, 2009 Posted in: Life Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life. 3 comments - more welcome!When I got home tonight Mr TLC told me that he had bought some potatoes and some new green peas. A slight misunderstanding ensued. Then I discovered that I had won on the Premium Bonds. Woohoo! No, I’m not a millionnaire, twas only £25 – but what the heck, those peas didn’t [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: September 5th, 2009 Posted in: Uncategorized Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life. 5 comments - more welcome!I threw Mr TLC out of the house today. It’s not quite as sudden and unexpected an event as it may sound, I think we’d been building up to it for a little while now. I mean, he passed his driving test last Tuesday and he still hadn’t been out in the car. I’d [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: August 30th, 2009 Posted in: Uncategorized Tags for this post: Mr TLC | My Life. 2 comments - more welcome!What did you do on the 30th September 1989? I bought a door. Nothing special, just a new door for my office – a replacement for the old one that was distinctly broken and didn’t really fit. I really wanted to buy a door for the bathroom as well – because it’s right next [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: August 9th, 2009 Posted in: Uncategorized Tags for this post: France | Mr TLC | My Life | Random Musings | The Job. One comment so far - more welcome!As we headed home I decided to call Mr TLC. “Hello,” I said in my best spooky voice, “I’m calling you from the future.” Well, France is an hour in front you know. Surely that’s the future? Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: July 30th, 2009 Posted in: Uncategorized Tags for this post: Mr TLC. Leave a comment“It’s broken,” said Mr TLC, in a sad sort of voice. I could see him holding three pieces, where previously there had been just the one. Undoubtedly the most successful present that I have ever given to Mr TLC, now used to the point that it has simply fallen apart. Might be time for [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: June 7th, 2009 Posted in: Uncategorized Tags for this post: Mr TLC | Spurious lists. 2 comments - more welcome!Helly was debating how many pairs of shoes she owned the other day. Answer: 67. Wow. Go Helly! Now I knew my total was a lot less than that, simply because I couldn’t possibly fit 67 pairs of shoes in the rather small Victorian closet that holds most of my apparel. Mr TLC and [...] Posted by: Lois Lindemann on: May 31st, 2009 Posted in: Uncategorized Tags for this post: Mr TLC | Random Musings | Reminiscing. 2 comments - more welcome!My action-packed half-term holiday has included not one, but two visits to the rather splendid Weston Park Museum. I’ve been writing some materials for a school trip to the museum, hence the double visit. Yesterday, whilst I wandered around the mostly science-y bit (note use of highly technical vocabulary), checking things and bemoaning the [...] |
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