Following our visit to Beamish earlier in the year, where we had only managed to get round half of the Museum because little legs was tired, I was over the moon to be invited back to see what delights there were to be found at their Christmas Celebrations.
Well that’s what it feels like to me. Where on earth did October go?
I seem to have fallen in to the habit of filling you all in the monthly happenings in The MaryLou house so here goes nothing….
October traditionally stands out to me as the month that we have half term and the month that we celebrate Halloween. I dare say for most of us this is also the case. In some cases you will have started your Christmas shopping and in others you may have completed it (OMG I wish).
We started out the month launching Libby’s event “The Big Chop”. I am sure you have read the post already but in case you haven’t I will give you a brief rundown.
Libby recently asked us to explain to her what Cancer really was. We are very honest with the children and obliged, telling her in as much detail as we could, but still keeping the details child like, what Cancer is, who it can affect and the treatments it can involve. She went away and processed the information and decided she would like to raise money for children and their families “near our house” that are and have been affected by Cancer.
Numbers are still available over on the Facebook page. Priced at £1 each. All money raised goes to The Toma Fund and will be drawn on the 18th of November or when all the numbers are sold.
School photo’s….they happened…..it’s really scary how much a like these too are. Love their pictures though (really must remember to order them this week).
October brings the delivery and publishing of the “Santa Clause Toy Books” to us adults that is the Smyths Book, Argos Christmas Book, Tesco Toy Book and the random other Christmas Toy Books. This year Libby is circling items in Red Pen and Penny has the Black Pen.
As you can see from the picture Penny has spent a lot of time writing her very understandable lists…
Lets hope Santa is preparing himself for the pages and pages of the tatty toy books that are heading in his direction.
Penny and I had some lovely jaunts in October to collect prizes for the raffle and just because.
We visited Seaham one very cold windy morning, but there is something so homely about the seaside for me. As you know from previous posts I lose all my woes when I go to the seaside (Even if it is cold, wet and windy).
Whilst there we visited the amazing Lickety Split. We had never been before and I was so desperate to have a try of their treats. Penny was very adamant that she would like a Pink Ice Cream, So she got a Sundae with Strawberry Ice Cream, Bubblegum Ice Cream, Strawberry Sauce and M & M’s.
Her face says it all…..
I was sensible and ordered a Panini…..(lets not mention that I finished Penny’s Sundae shhhhh )
Definitely worth a visit if you have not been before.
A month would not be complete without a night or two with my bestie.
Deborah (Country Heart and Home) and I were invited along to the Autumn and Winter launch at Katie’s Garden in Sunderland. It is always a good night no matter what we do but on this occasion we got craft and create fairy houses together. To read more the post I wrote about the night is Katie’s Garden – Sunderland.
Then came the buying of Halloween Costumes. I begrudge paying an absolute fortune for them and was quite stressed that both the girls needed a new one. Regan had decided that dressing up for Halloween was “not his thing” this year so that left me with just the two too buy.
I did the usual browsing around and was absolutely blown away by not only the selection in Home Bargains but the prices too.
Penny chose a “Pumpkin Witch” Dress and I chose for Libby and got her the “Witch Bride” dress.
Both girls were delighted with their dresses and the hyper for Halloween began.
I had a very productive ride up to the Intu Metro Centre. (I say productive, it was simply made productive as I found my Christmas Eve box PJ bottoms.)
Every year I go up before Christmas and see PJ’s that are Chritmassy and think, yes they are fabulous, I will get them the next time I am here. Then I go back and who knew? They have none left. So I ceased the opportunity and got them and the girls Christmas PJ’s from Primark.
It would be very rude not to pop over to IKEA while I was there of course. So I ventured over and came away with some bits and pieces for people for Christmas, some candles (standard for me ) and some irresistible wrapping paper.
On the evening of the night before surgery, following a family funeral, the hair got cut off. It needed to be off so my surgeon and I could see what was really going on under it. I do find it so liberating having no hair. Cutting it off wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. The gut wrenching when the first clump dropped to the floor was quite significant but I made sure I went straight down the middle first. (No turning back that way) and before I knew it, the hair was no more.
The following morning involved a 4am start and an early arrival at hospital ready for my surgery. I was first on the list and arrived in recovery 4 hours later having had 13 BCC’s removed.
I was really quite poorly after and incurred an overnight stay as a result. Due to the excellent care of the Nursing Staff at UHND, I went home the following day and I did feel fractionally better. Yet in so much pain. The kids were all on standby though and as one left me to go to bed another one of them took over and made sure I was OK.
As the days have gone by and the stitches have been removed and fallen out I feel a lot better and the scars are so neat and well healed already. The support I was offered by not only family and friends but people that don’t know the full story was unbelievable and I can only thank you all for that. The flowers that got sent from work were also amazing.
Dance Schools Halloween Party. Costume outing number one. In hindsight spraying her hair red for the first outing of the white costume maybe wasn’t the most sensible of ideas but it added to the effect. (the dress however looks like someone has sprayed fake blood all over it).
We painted her face with a lovely little kit from B & M . I got the face paint in there last year and was over the moon to find that they had the same kit in for this year (£3.99). A fraction of the price that bigger shops were selling.
Oooooh now, Mark’s Bovril addiction is no secret and I thought my Peppermint Tea one was just as bad. That is until my hospital stay. As I can not have caffeine my options were a cold drink or Horlicks. Well I fear I may have developed an addiction that rivals the Bovril addiction.
I have always liked it, but not to this extent. Saying that I think my addiction has been made worse by the fact that I am having to limit myself to one cup a day due to the sheer amount of milk that you use to make it.
As you well know we always have a good night and it was lovely to be invited down to share Halloween with my Bestie and her beautiful family. The house was decorated fantastically.
This is the first year in quite a few where we haven’t had a party or decorated much. So the decision has been made that we are going all out next year.
Deborah had arranged a Tin Can Alley, Put The Smile on the Skeleton, Bobbing for Apples and some other lovely games for the kids and an amazing spread for us all. Every little detail was considered (I wouldn’t expect anything else from Deborah though). What a fantastic night.
The kids went trick or treating on Halloween itself and came hold with their bags full. They have had “The most fantastical Halloween ever” apparently. I certainly will not argue with that……
A million miles away from my last post, I agree, but my husbands obsession really needs bringing out in to the open.
It should read “Hi, my name is Mark and I have a Bovril addiction”
In his younger days Mark would go to the football and stand on the terraces with his Grandfather. Half time would come round, and like any football fan (me included) they would get a pie and a Bovril to fill them up and keep them warm. Perfectly acceptable I hear you say….
I am not quite sure where the recent addiction came from. I just remember being sent to the shop for ready made cups of the stuff.
Now I am not the biggest fan of the stuff, I will be honest, and why anybody would want to drink gravy I have no idea. I suppose it is like the Marmite “love it or hate it” slogan. Although, I wouldn’t go as far as too say I hate it.
Within a short amount of time we had masses of the little cups, seemed the natural progression was to get a jar. This didn’t taste the same apparently. Now I love my husband immensely, but the childish tantrum he had because he couldn’t get the flavour right was uncalled for and quite frankly hilarious.
We went to visit a friend of ours and they got talking about their passion for the brown stuff. Turns out you can get Bovril cubes (Who knew? I tried to sound overwhelmed by this news, but there is only so much excitement I can show). Turns out, he had some for him to try ….. Whoop! The flavour was “spot on”.
So, on the way home, we went on a mission to find the cubes, easier said than done. Three shops later and we managed to track some down and I had a happy husband.
He had a supply at home, a supply at work and a supply in his work bag. (Told you he was addicted, although he will argue that my peppermint tea fetish is of similar stature but I deny any knowledge of such addiction).
So, I hear you asking, what is #bovrilgate all about? Well, one average, run of the mill shift at work Mark goes for his break, reaches for his Bovril in the break room, only to realise it had gone.
Mark made it his mission to find out who had stolen the Bovril. He asked around and on his Facebook to no avail. Now being a keen social media man he started to tag all of his “What has happened to my Bovril” posts with #bovrilgate. This he tells me was to reiterate how annoyed he was that someone had the nerve to take it.
#bovrilgate went from strength to strength, people at work joined in with tags and even developed their own #prayformarksbovril. Profile pictures on Social Media were changed, statuses were created and the security footage was even looked at from the break room. (Yes, really!)
Turns out we still do not know what happened to the Bovril. I would like to tell you that they had a happy reunion, but nope. I am convinced he binned it without realising.
Where are we now? Well, Mark now carries his Bovril with him in his own little lunch bag. He carries it with his own Bovril mug, which also gets put in the lunch bag. He now also, searches aimlessly for Bovril memorabilia items on Ebay.
There you have it, #bovrilgate. We have safely established that for all the serious stuff that goes on in life, I do in fact have a husband that keeps me amused. He insists that he drinks it as it is only 10 calories a cup and so much better than a coffee would be, but should we run dry, then OMG don’t we know it. Oh and it turns out, it tastes better if you add pepper to it before consumption!
More importantly he believes that he does not have an addiction but denial is a sign, right?
It is with a heavy heart that I bring you some sad news.
On the way to work yesterday, Mark’s trusty lunch bag took a tumble.
Upon arriving at work Mark went to have his Bovril and discovered that his trusty Bovril cup had come of worse for wear, breaking in the bag.