Went to see the Queen.....

but I got as far as Portobello Road market which was canny but a lesson learnt..Pixies should not buy expensive snake skin retro handbags from a dodgy woman (even though she was in the Good Fairy arcade) ~ she did tell me that the snake had not been killed on purpose but had shed it skin - oh yeah - anyway more money than sense Pixie bought it - swanned off to Fenwicks yesterday dangling it from my arm and the bloody handle snapped - oh great. Now luckily it is a two handle bag but even so the prospect is now looming of hoying a bit of chain on it was really is not that aesthetically pleasing but I promise I will never ever purchase something made of dead snake ever ever again.

Not good karma because on the way through the market I thought I would buy a couple of pie's for my tea (got in about 9.30 too late to cook, not that I do much of that, I digress) - and considering I am a vegetarian (please God forgive me for snake) I bought a mushroom one and a leak and cheese one - yummy, carefully placed them in ones bag and minced off down the street to the train - being very careful on the way.... thats the first part of the not good Karma story...

Second part follows the fab half an hour spent at St Pancras Champagne Bar before crossing over to Kings Cross where were were frisked for hidden bottles of wine (as if) but we had been playing Chelsea - so a dry train - mmmmmm

Third part whilst munching into a wee snack before getting home for my pie's (posh pies mind) my veneer on my front tooth split - brilliant I knew it was dodgy and a bit had come off before anyway it will have to wait until after Christmas and after I have a few weddings in the bag as this is going to be mega expensive......again I am really really sorry about the snake,

Then when I got home I went downstairs to check on Granma Pixie and the antics of son of Pixie and wild Pixie got back upstairs and guess what Stella (the old Jack Russell who never ever moves out of her basket) had managed to open the zipper of my over night bag and had stolen one of my pies (mushroom variety) - it was there lying in her basket half eaten and for a nano second I was tempted - but on remembering the poor snake I left it alone.

So whoever rules this world please take heed that I will never ever again purchase a snakeskin bag from a dodgy woman even if she was under the banner of a Good Fairy

Oh the tribulations continue do they not x

Scratchy Scratchy

Baby pixie could sit on her hair ~ she can't now!

Her lasting memory of her first hair cut at the age of 8 and 3/4 will be her Mother taking a pair of kitchen scissors on a cold Sunday night and lobbing it all off then taking her to the late night Co-op and buying her a Beano ~ the reason for such action ~ only NITS ~ as I type I am scratching the top of my head and as you are reading this I bet you cannot contain yourself.

One was actually walking across her forehead and as they say in the North East she was lifting....

But not anymore Pixie here only phoned NHS Direct - well action was required, not that they were much help on the Nit front - but I did eventually get the address of an out of ours chemist which happened to be in the middle of the biggest drug den in the North East - well it would be wouldn't it ~ I did take son of Pixie to ride shot gun up front in my Beetle but in fairness he was useless and we did get lost on numerous occasions.

Task, however, was completed but as we got hopelessly lost I jumped out of the car and shouted excuse me excuse me ...as you do....to no one in particular and this kind man who had just popped out for a chicken fried rice took pity on us and we ended up in his car and her took us to the chemist, waited for us and brought us back to the car - there are nice people out there only when he asked what was the matter with Baby P ..........I couldn't do it ~ so we spent 5 minutes talking about chest infections ....I did have my fingers crossed.

Now go and have a scratch xxx

Pixies are always busy near Christmas

Well that is my excuse for not blogging so much but the trials and tribulations go on. A weeks holiday was to be the highlight of my year ~ what did I do ~ only manage to fall down the back stairs and am still convinced I have broken something but oh no Mr P convinced he is some type of Paramedic assured me elevation and ice was the answer......3 weeks later it still throbs but now the prospect of wearing one of those delightful plastic boots is not really appealing so I shall hobble on.

The day before I managed to acquire another dog - or he acquired us. Mr P owns a boat ~ not to be confused with anything in the luxury department ~ no this is more Primark definitely not Harvey Nicks ~ anyway it occasionally goes fast and it floats.

So whilst meandering up the Tyne this Patterdale Terrier jumped onto our boat and the rest is history ... he is lovely though x

And of course I have had another colonic - well it had to be done had it not, the only thing was to decide whether to have the tuna cheese melt before or after ~ I had visions of seeing it float by in the debris so I saved it for later ha ha.

Oh and I still have the false nails on which are a complete nightmare - lovely but not practical for a photographer - indeed not.

~ being accosted by teddy bears and men dressed up like bandits first thing in the morning is not amusing (Children in Need) ~ pixie in fright more like xx

Toodle x