Raising a mug to another White Christmas

We headed up to Ilkley Moor on Christmas Eve to walk off the excitement of what lay ahead.  (Jamie and Charlotte came too, which both Vanessa and I appreciated).

Then it was back home for our now traditional pre-Christmas meal of "Fish 'n' Chips with a Twist."  We had a whole salmon this year and it never stood a chance.   

The set piece pic followed before scratcher time.

Christmas morning eventually dawned and the good news was that the Big Man had indeed been in da house.

Cue the arrival of studious children.  (It's a very serious business).

Charlotte's main present was a desk with added accessories.  (It looks more fabulous in her room, trust me).

As for Jamie, well, hold on just a sec - at least until after Christmas breakfast. 

Yes, you might be aware that 2017 saw Master White become Liam Gallagher's biggest fan.  He even received a tweet from the great man, so we had it framed. 

Liam's influence has continued to grow and - to follow in his footsteps - Jamie is already planning his first solo album. 

However, unlike Liam, Jamie will also play his own instruments.

Christmas Dinner followed for which we were joined by TV's Geoff Druett and wife Suzi who arrived armed with an array of cakes. 

Then anyone for Junior Monopoly?

Everyone else was.  I instead chose to test out my new beer mug.

I hope you and yours had a fun time too.  And please don't be downhearted.  2018 is still days away... 

Happy birththreedays

It's day three of Charlotte's seventh birthday celebrations.  Her proper birthday was yesterday, but she's nothing if not a chancer.

The fun began on Monday evening with a family circle get together over pizza and the best birthday cake I've ever seen, baked by Cousin Holly. 

Great British Bake-Off standard?  You betcha.  Outside - and inside. 

How good is that?

Yesterday morning saw her pressies being handed over, including a bike (which she didn't necessarily ask for but Mummy wants her to stay unfat).   

Last night was the White family banquet; I warmed the starter, Vanessa cooked the main course from scratch.  What a show-off.

And today was the main event at Hollywood Bowl.

Against bookies' expectations, Charlotte emerged with most points.

Despite Jamie's more muscular efforts as the only boy present. 

But being the only boy present also had consequences.

Tickling came first.

Followed by a chase into a corner for a good old-fashioned shoeing. 

Charlotte's verdict at the end of her annual "Celebration of Me" festival? Well, see for yourself. 

Seven years on, I imagine we'll see some more very big yawns before she finally goes to sleep.

Merry Litmas

I was looking around our house on Saturday evening and decided that we needed more Christmas lights.

The result was a visit to Argos the following morning and the purchase of five new "products."

I'll not show you all of them because I fear the excitement may be too much for you. 

However, the "window lights" pictured above will give you an idea of the sheer quality I'm talking about.   (I chose not to put them in the window as they're just so nice I was worried they might attract jealous burglars).

And you must see this.  I've never lived in a house with outdoor Christmas lights - until now that is.

As part of my haul, I purchased an 8-metre long light rope.  192 bulbs are in there and it's a thing of rare beauty.

Here, have a gander.     
  

You'll go a long way to see a classier sight this Christmas or, indeed, any Christmas. 

It's a thing of rare beauty, I know you'll agree.  And a steal at just £1 per metre. 

In you live locally, you're more than welcome to pop over and have a look.  Bring a chair and sandwiches if you want to stay for a while to watch it flash.  

But please don't feel too bitter that I have one and you don't.      

Jingle balls

Charlotte's started piano lessons so, a few weeks ago, we invested in a "family" keyboard to enable her to practise (i.e. Vanessa wants to have a go).

This evening she sought to showcase her new found skills by indulging me in a game of Name That Christmas Tune.  This happened next.

Her: "OK, what song am I playing?"

[Tinkles on the ivories].

Me: "Jingle Bells?"

Her: "No. We'll try again."

[More tinkling].

Me: "Good King Wenceslas?"

Her: "No. One last try."

[One last tinkle].

Me: "Silver Bells?"

Her: "No.  Do you want the answer?"

Me: "Yes."

Her: "24 Days in a Pear Tree."

Unfortunately I don't know the words to that one - and neither does Charlotte. 

I DO have PPI

This is a public service announcement.

I'm sure I'm not alone in getting itchy every time that "Have I Got PPI?" advert comes on the radio or telly.  It winds the bejeezuz out of me and I want it to go away.

That said, it does get its message across.  (For me, the message is: "Don't go to ambulance chasing bloodsuckers when you can find out if you have PPI all by yourself free of charge.")

That is all very interesting if you have PPI.  But I didn't think I had and I also thought I'd missed the deadline.  And then about two weeks ago I got bored.  So I spent about five minutes of my time completing an online form on the NatWest Bank website to essentially ask if I did have PPI after all.  I didn't even fill it in very well but I was truthful and I did my best.

Then I kind of forgot about the whole thing. 

That was until yesterday when a letter arrived.

Let me share the first few lines with you:

"Dear Mr White

We are pleased to advise you that we have now finished our review into the complaint you raised about your PPI policy.

Having reviewed the information you have provided, the Bank is prepared to uphold your complaint and to offer you the following redress.

Our offer, net of any income tax, has been calculated as £382.94."

Well blow me.

The final figure was arrived at by adding the amount of PPI I paid to protect a credit card almost 19 years ago for a period of seven years. The total I shelled out was £161.50.  The rest of the amount I'm due back is the interest I would've received if that cash had stayed in my account.

I'm not telling you all of this to gloat.  It's simply to advise you to do the same as me and just check your own situation with your own bank. With Christmas bills piling up, the cash might obviously be welcome for you too.   

It does who it says on the tin

I'm not entirely sure how this happened, but today I found myself re-painting our dining room yet again.  We've only lived in this house for six-and-a-half years and this is already the third occasion I've attempted the feat.  

And this time things are a little different.

The walls were the colour of red wine when we moved in.  I quite liked them.  So clearly they had to change.

"We" (Vanessa) went for a what I would describe as a mint ice cream/snot hue.   It didn't work.  

The next choice was a darker shade of green, akin to Godzilla's bum. That was my idea.  So it was never going to last long.   

This time we're going for James White. 

Let's zoom in to confirm it.

According to manufacturers Farrow & Ball, this is their "signature chalky matt finish for interior walls and ceilings."   

Drying time? 

Get this: "Dry in two hours and can be re-coated in four hours. Then step back and admire."  (They clearly don't know that it's me at the end of the roller).

Disappointingly, they make no mention of why the colour was christened James White.  But our James White is very pleased with himself. 

Ceiling coated twice today in boring Brilliant White, I'll try to make the boy proud when I crack open his namesake in the morning and start to splatter the walls.  But I'll probably make a balls of it. 

Flashback fever

I went to see Charlotte's school Christmas production yesterday afternoon, and was thrilled to do so.  She played the part of a Malawian resident and did herself proud.

Had it been a year ago yesterday, I couldn't have gone.  I was in bed with what I thought was a fever.

Move the clock on to a year ago today and, at this precise moment, my left arm was in the state you can see below as I sat for seven and a half hours in a Leeds General Infirmary waiting room.   

This was my right hand. 

And this was what I did with it each night for four nights when I finally got a bed.

Thankfully my operation went well. 

I could even smile about it afterwards.

Having had our car stolen the previous week, last December didn't go quite as well as we'd hoped.

We intend to have a lot more fun this time around.

He's a rock 'n' roll star

My little run of musical treats came to an end last night.  But it finished on a massive high with Liam Gallagher taking to the First Direct Arena stage in Leeds.

Even better, my "date" was his biggest fan.   

Jamie loved his big night out - and Liam didn't swear too much, which helped.

Earlier in the day, the great man even complimented Master White on his appearance. 

This pleased Jamie greatly.  I hope Liam's 2.5 million Twitter followers enjoyed it too.

I must start planning our next trick. 

Mind the gap

It's December today, our Christmas tree is going up and choices for Santa's Lists are about to enter the Judges' Houses stage.

What will appear at the top of Charlotte's wishlist became more likely yesterday afternoon when she lost another little friend.

Two front teeth? Cheap at the price.

Let's hope that's all she asks for.