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Happy Christmas To All

To all of you who come here, my worldwide readership (there are only about five of you, but you are spread all over the world), I’d just like to say thank you. I’ve loved returning to writing this year, and it’s the fact that you are all here, reading and making kind comments, that helps keep me going.

Happy Christmas to all of you. May it be all that you hope for.

Love

Tin x

Love from the Tinfamily

Hedgehog Day

Today I’d like to introduce you to a good friend of mine, a member of my writers’ group.

Her name is An Gráinneog Galánta (it’s Irish for “The Elegant Hedgehog”), and she has a blog called My Brilliant Divorce, which is, obviously, about her divorce, but about many other things as well.

Her blog is like her – sometimes sad, often hilariously funny, and just basically good.

She wrote this post two weeks ago, and I’ve asked her can I link to it.

I was blown away by it.

Blog Love

Mairedubhtx has nominated me for the Blog Lovin’ Award, as one of her 15 favourite blogs.

I’ve never won an award for my blog before, and I really am thrilled. Thank you, Maire.

As there is no such thing as a free lunch, I have some tasks to perform.

1. Thank and link to the person who nominated you. Please see above.

2. Share seven random facts about yourself:

Please see below.

  1. In a spoof list of facts about myself here recently I said that my middle name was Millicent. This of course is not true. What is true is that I actually have two middle names, one of which is Maria.
  2. A single hair grows at the top of my left ear, just where it joins my head. All three of my children have a tiny hole in exactly the same place, so can look forward to a tufty adulthood.
  3. I have twice almost drowned, both times through sheer stupidity.
  4. When I was about six I played the third Wise King in the school nativity play, purely because this was London and the teacher loved the way I said “I bring you Myrhh” in an Irish accent.
  5. I have read two books that were over 1000 pages long. One, in common with many other people, was the Lord of the Rings. The other one was Gone With the Wind (I have no idea where I got it from), and let me tell you the film did not do it justice.
  6. I am, as far as I know, the only person on the planet who hates apple tart/pie/strudel/whatever.
  7. I think that “Puff the Magic Dragon” is the saddest love song ever written.
3. Pass the award along to 15 blogmates whose blog you love to read. Please again, in alphabetical order, see below. Some are old friends, some I haven’t known as long, some may not even know I read them.
4. Contact those bloggers to congratulate them.
Doing that now.

Kind Thoughts

You will all have noticed that I am not great at replying to comments.

I promise you all that I do read every one of them, and they are all very important to me, but I can never think of anything to say to reply. All of you lovely people say very complimentary things, and there are only so many ways in which I can say “thank you.”

And during the week, when I wrote the short, dejected post and the brief apology for it the next day I was touched as always by how much you all care, and how much you sympathise and offer advice and kinship.

It really means a lot to me, and you’ll all never know how much it helps.

You are my friends. Thank you all.

Where I Lay My Hat

Me, but invisible

I’ve a post written for tomorrow which took most of today to write, so I was really stuck for this evening. I decided I’d follow WordPress’s prompt no matter how what it was. Since recent suggestions have included what I’d do if I were President for a day, or if I was invisible for a day, I wasn’t hoping for much (if I were President and invisible for a day I’d grope Colin Farrell’s bum – I should point out that our President is a woman, so I have to pick what I’d bet she’d like to do, otherwise the whole premise would be silly).

Anyway, this is the WordPress topic:

“Where do you find acceptance? For your ideas? For the secret notions you have for who you really want to be? Or think you are? Who are the friends, family or co-workers who are most accepting of your true self? And how do they demonstrate their acceptance? What is different about how they treat you than other people?”

See guys? A post about you lot.

A Big Thank You

People who don’t blog think that it’s a solitary and therefore slightly sad activity. They equate it with trainspotting, or sitting in the corner of the pub behind a newspaper, or watching the box set of Lost.

We bloggers know that there’s nothing solitary at all about it. It’s like running a coffee shop. The making of the coffee may be a solitary activity, but once it’s out there other people will try it. Regulars will notice differences in flavour – some days it’s a bit bitter, some days it’s far too sugary, some days they’ll think “that was very weak”. On really bad days they’ll splutter and think “what the hell is this crap, it’s like dog’s pee“. Many of them will comment, usually favourably, or they wouldn’t have become regulars. Others will simply follow you, day after day.

We like this. Bloggers are among the few people on earth who welcome stalkers.

Anyway, unless someone who’s never heard of me hit the wrong button by accident, one of you has nominated me in this year’s Irish Blog Awards. And I just want to say a big, genuine thank you.

I’ve been nominated in the Best Personal Blog category. I’m honestly not showing false modesty when I say that I’ve no chance of winning, or indeed of making the Shortlist of Finalists. It’s the biggest category, it has all the best writers and all the best, most open and honest writing.

Sheer class, that is

It also puts me in the same category as some of my readers, and therefore my friends. So Grannymar, Jo, Grandad, congratulations to all of you as well.

I’m a bit disappointed that I didn’t get nominated in the Technology category, especially after the skilful way I hid my face in the photo in the recent post about my days as a blonde (feck it, let’s see it again, it’s genius). People who’ve mocked up photos of UFOs, Bigfoot  and the Loch Ness Monster all envy my photoshopping skills.

I'd do better than this

With me not in the category the Award will probably go to some nerd writing about cloud technology (I think that’s just the geek word for ‘umbrella’). I’d write angrily to the IBA committee via their RSS Feed, if only I’d the faintest idea what that was.

Anyway,  it’s nice to know that once you’ve finished a post, fiddled just a tiny bit more with it, then finally hit the ‘publish’ button, that people take the trouble to read it. And it’s nice to know that people enjoy it. Believe me, that gives me far more pleasure than anything I write may give to all of you.

So thank you once again.

Tis the Night…

Just a few hours left now.

I’ve learnt a lot this extraordinary, snowbound hell of a Christmas. I’ve learnt, for example, that it is possible to go Christmas shopping without a car. Yesterday Mrs Tin, Tinson1 and I headed off to Tesco armed with nothing more than a lot of Bag-for-Life bags and a grim determination, and arrived home with everything we need.

I’ve learnt that the backpack that I take to work every morning is the perfect size for fitting a turkey into. I’ve also learnt that a turkey in your backpack is a lot heavier that you’d expect.

I’ve learnt that a lot of the things we used to think we need we don’t actually need (sad story, here. Tingirl and I discussed how we could happily live  without sprouts, and I said ” and also those chip-shaped things on your plate that you think are going to be chips but disappointingly turn out to be some sort of parsnip yoke”, and Tingirl said “ugh, yes, I know exactly what you mean”, and Mrs Tin sadly said “well, this is all news to me”, so I hope she realises that everything else she cooks is gorgeous).

I’ve learnt that there’s a lot less pressure when the weather is shite, that you can just say to the kids “sorry, we didn’t get to buy so-and-so”. knowing that they’ll understand.

I’ve learnt just five minutes ago that no matter how great the boots you buy and no matter how careful you are it is still possible to land violently on your back when walking down a hill.

And I’ve been reminded that traditions built with your children will never die out, no matter how old they get. Tinson1 and I went to the pub this morning, as we have done every year since he was eight, to wrap presents from him to his mum and his younger brother and sister. We will leave out a can of Guinness, a mince pie and a carrot by the chimney tonight, though the kids know full well that it is me who has to get through them all. And we will all gather in Tingirl’s room just before they all go to bed, and I will read “The Night Before Christmas”, and we will all chant the last line “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night”, just as we have don every year since we became a family instead of just a couple.

For all those reasons, today is my Christmas. Tomorrow is just a day of eating and drinking, but today is a day in which I have built traditions and memories that I hope they will never forget.

And to you, all my dear blogging friends, I offer you this. I sometimes look up a website called amazingjokes.com, and occasionally they don’t tell a joke, they do stuff like reporting silliest answers ever given on an insurance form or something like that. Months ago they printed a list of answers given by small children when asked what love is. My very favourite was by a 4-year old girl called Tracy who said “love is what makes you smile when you’re tired” (and I’ve kept that in my head so many times over the last few months), but the reason I mention it now is because some 7-year old called Bobby (may he live in happiness forever), said:

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Have a lovely day tomorrow, all my friends.

Lots of love

Tin xx