Having sworn for a long, long time that this blog would never step one foot over the commercial line, I have received a welcome visitation from a far-away land, where there are emerald trees and friendly trolls that live under bridges.
I love my Beautiful Auntie Gwennie, although we have yet to meet. Hers was one of the first blogs I ever read, and even though some of our friends have sadly passed by the wayside on the Last Train out of Bloggesville, Auntie Gwen is still writing like the Scottish genius that she is, and making my sides fair split with laughter at her bold cheeky-girlness - Do click on her name to see her blog.
So, when she mentioned she had received a visit from The Fairy Hobfather, I was intrigued and, since at that time I was tippy-tappying on my son's new laptop when mine had gone to the Clinic of Broken Laptops for rehab... I might also have been praying out loud to the, seemingly very deaf, Sony Vaio Faerie...
Now, I'm not ashamed to admit that I like to treat myself occasionally. Window shopping mainly - Faire du lèche-vitrines - as the Frenchies say - A hobby which has been sadly neglected since I became one of the great unemployed and unwashed... (NB, not everyone who's workless is worthless, and thank you for your kind words to me t'other day too). I walk past shop windows like a horse with blinkers on these days, je te jure.
Anyhoo, I do have my eye on a Kindle on Amazon: GJ spotted his boss using a Kindle on a recent business trip, and says he thinks I need one since I regularly have a dangerous book-pile the size of Everest on my side of the bed; I think I deserve one, the book-worm that I am.
Please tell me whether you are a convert? I have yet to be 100% convinced, for I do love the feel of a book in my hands, held under the bed-covers on windy winter nights...
So, The Fairy Hobfather visited me, and promised great riches, in fact there appears to be a crock of shining gold - or vouchers from Amazon - at the end of his special rainbow.
At least, there are savings to be had CLICK HERE at his household goods grotto secreted within the land of Appliances Online, a British company.
You may recall that my son, Grizzler, when he was home last, punched my fridge-freezer in a bout of frustration? Nice. This caused the light within the fridge, (which had blinked its last some years before, about a week after I bought it), to spark back into life!
However, around a month or so later the freezer part of the now ancient, fridge-freezer sighed its last. I don't seem to be having much luck with appliances of late.
Tant pis! Such is life, eh!
So, I happen to be 'in the market' for a fridge-freezer. GJ fancies a large glossy American-style one. I hope he's thinking about an appliance and not a new wife - He's always on the look-out for a new roost, you see.
If you leave a comment here for me over the next couple of days, you too may have the pleasure of a visit from The Fairy Hobfather, as I did when I called chez Auntie Gwen.
He really suits his pink tutu and faerie wand, I can tell you!
