Today started well when Kirsty received her leaving present from work – a wonderfully packaged gooseberry bush from the delightfully named company – ‘The Gluttonous Gardener’. It arrived with it’s own naming plaque (we’ve called it ‘Ebenezer’ – Eezer Goode, Eezer Goode, He’s Ebeneezer Goode). There was some debate whether we were wasting a good name on a plant that could be used for a future child (I managed to talk Kirsty round by saying it didn’t necessarily mean we couldn’t also use the same name for offspring – hmmm? not so sure on that one!).

I got straight to work in finding a new home for Ebenezer, and after finding a suitable oil can, Kirsty said it was time I opened the compost bin door. It’s been about 2 years since we started composting, and today was the moment of truth, where we would find out if it was working…and as if by magic, we had fresh sweet black compost for free:

Mmmmm, what a beautiful sight! With a couple of spade fulls of compost mixed with soil Ebenezer was home:

To celebrate the occasion we went out to one of our favourite local coffee shops: Lassco Brunswick Square on Vauxhall roundabout. As well as having a great cafe area, Lassco has some magical ‘antiques, salvages and curiosities’ in their possession, which they decorated with some christmas bling:

Over a hot cup of freshly brewed rooibos, I was treated to some true christmas magic, when Kirsty finished reading ‘A Little Princess’ by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I warn all readers – this book will make you cry…this is an example of its charm:

‘If nature has made you a giver, your hands are born open and so is your heart. And though there be many times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full and you can give things out of that.’

Heart warming indeed…

Merry Christmas Magic Everyone!

So here it is, unveiled for the very first time, a day in the life of a Christmas elf (to help shed some light on what us elf folk get up to, and to help the plight of elves the world over).  An elf must take seriously the duty of keeping the Christmas countdown for all the neighbourhood.

This morning I was up early to catch the traders at Covent Garden Flower Market- it’s a busy time shifting trees and they need all the help they can get.  While I was there, I picked up a tree to take back to the homestead.  The miserable man-folk wouldn’t even give me an elf discount.

Back home I rode on my outsize reindeer.

It would seem the tree I picked is wider than it is tall.  This could loose me points for getting my elf badge.

I stopped to rescue a little bird who had made its nest in the tree, and who was now somewhat surprised to be in our living room (10 Elf points).

Time was ticking on by, and I had Christmas orders to see to.

A celebratory hop skip and a jump as I reached Santa’s daily target of 10,000 Christmas present orders (50 elf points).

All this hard work makes an elf tired.  Time to retire to my bed under the tree.  Christmas is coming. 14 DAYS TO GO.

This was kirsty’s reflection on a pleasant pub lunch we recently enjoyed together. Have I let my table manners slide into oblivion I wonder, or is this a case of kirsty’s over reaction? Admittedly I had just devoured a plate of ribs with my bare hands, used our glass of water as a finger bowl and then proceeded to drink it, before offering kirsty the rest of it. Alas on reflection I don’t think I am setting the best example for future generations.

But those ribs were tasty.

I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging so much recently – that’s because I’ve been obsessed about finishing this book off (to Kirsty’s distress – including late night discussions on where the plot should go, and how it was best illustrated). I became like a small child when Kirsty bought me some crayons, and I set about working on the illustrations. The latent artist in me came bursting forth, as can clearly be seen!

You can now buy the children’s book online, in paper back, hard back or even as an ebook for ipad/iphone! Find it at:

at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/2645270

What’s it all about? Well below is the synopsis, which I hope wets your appetite:

Have you ever looked up at the sky at night and wondered what really happens among the stars, beyond where eyes can see?

This tale of adventure, friendship and dashing courage will introduce you to some of the secrets of the solar system…

The Planets go on a galactic mission to rescue their friend Pluto who is in grave danger. Journey with the Wanderers in the Sky, and find out what happens on their exciting escapade.

The Wanderers In The Sky by Bruce Kissell | Make Your Own Book

I’ve been very much enjoying our little garden, and the magical surprises that accompany it. Even this morning Kirsty got me to sit outside in the garden, and proceeded to cut my hair (for all the neighbours to see) in the new pop-up hair salon. Here’s me before:

…and after (I apologise for my crazed looks – maybe it’s because I’ve just been woken up):
Having had my surprise haircut, we ventured off to see a fantastic secret garden at the Serpentine in Hyde Park. It is called ‘hortus conclusus’ – the enclosed garden, and is very impressive. The outside looks quite dark and imposing, but once you get in, you find yourself in a beautiful ‘garden within a garden’. The creator Peter Zumthor wrote that ‘everytime I imagine a garden…it turns into a magical place…sheltered places of great intimacy where I want to stay for a long time‘. This is what I think of our ghetto garden.

While we were walking in what Peter Zumthor calls this ‘most intimate landscape’, Kirsty leaned in to give me a kiss. She then paused to say ‘mm it’s rather unfortunate I’ve gone off your smell’. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, but replied ‘I’ll get a new aftershave or shower gel then’. Thinking that was a great solution to the problem, kirsty went on to explain ‘no, it’s not that, it’s your skin’. This followed an incident earlier in the week where kirsty woke me up in the middle of the night and got me to brush my teeth because my breath smelled. Kirsty has told me whilst writing this, that she didn’t have the heart to inform me that it didn’t make a difference. Let’s hope that kirsty’s heightened sense of smell diminishes soon!

Good news just in:
I’ve just had the smell test and we can confirm that it is only my face that smells. This is difficult to hide but I am optimistic that at least it’s a smaller area to work on.

For more on the enclosed garden see links below:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2011/aug/07/gardens-dan-pearson-serpentine-pavilion

http://www.serpentinegallery.org/2011/04/serpentine_gallery_pavillion_2011_zumthor.html

ps I love the poem ‘Solitude’ by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, but I’d like to insert 2 words:

‘laugh [at yourself] and the world laughs with you’

Below you can see ‘Oh!Gunquit’ singing whilst hula hooping on the edge of the wall:

Throughout the festival we had an interesting array of song subjects, including ‘the fish are runnning out’, Johnny the Facebook Killer’ and the ‘milks gone bad’ – proving that even the banal things in life can be turned into great songs!

The band below were called ‘The Geese’ and had flown all the way from Canada. I chatted to one of their ‘Geese community’ members as I waited in the longest queue for the toilet and asked how they came up with the name. She explained that when Geese fly in formation they take it in turns to change the leader who flies at the front. In the same way, each band member write their own songs and take it in turns to lead all of them at gigs – amazing!

You know when you’ve gone to a good festival when you’re still wearing the official wristband when you wake up the next morning:

http://twitter.com/#!/GFest11

…a brightly coloured sun parasol:

…a gooseberry bush and a raspberry plant:

… and £6 of bargain bowl fruit, which was turned into smoothies (using yoghurt, milk, peaches, mango, strawberries and a little sugar):

Long live Spontaneous Saturdays!