Grubby Girl.

By Alison December 17, 2006 4 Comments 1 Min Read


I think you should know that it is nine o’clock at night and I am still  in my nightie. Yes.  The one  I put on when I fell out of bed dazed and confused with a stinking cold this morning. My hedonistic tendencies are getting out of hand…

But snuffly nose or no snuffly nose  I can’t remember a  Sunday quite as blissful as  this one  in a very long time.  Hot buttered crumpets, piles of sunday papers, bare feet , eucalytpus scented hankies,  and an escape from the  sound of my own voice as  yet again I have been rendered silent by the joy that is my pre-christmas sniffle.  I am irrationally happy!

Isn’t it strange how our bodies call time on hectic seasonal disorder, men as daft as rags and three year olds given to declaring that you, you silly mummy are "ruining my life…"?

Time out grubby girl!


  1. Amy says:

    mmm crumpets! yum, hope they included loads of jam…

  2. Savannah says:

    Take care of yourself. I know the feeling. Sometimes being "a little" sick can be so pampering. Just watch out for yourself and don't get too ill before Christmas! Hugs.

  3. peewee says:

    get washed

  4. mimi says:

    Hurrah for Grubby Girls! I wondered why the postie looked at me curiously yesterday when I opened the door to him- then I realised I was wearing my jammies with my flowery Cath Kidston apron over the top, and had a cocoa smudge on my nose from baking….oops!

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