These guys only begin to wake up when the temperatures drop below zero.
Below zero is quite a shock for us Bahamians.
But the incredible Huskies did give us the ride of our young lives.
I've had one of those days, long and frustrating. Before it became that, I was going to write an uplifting little piece about my friend Charles's glamorous BAFTA dinner, held this week. A small intimate affair, where you find yourself pressed up against Mark Ruffolo, whilst wondering if Emily Watson will ever grow her hair again and admiring the sweetness of Amy Adams. Even the memory of having been sandwiched between two incredible talents; Noomi Rapace and Darren Aronofsky was not going to lighten my dark mood.
The final straw was seeing a photograph of me taken that night.
I could not possibly post it. It would have scared you too much.
So instead I am posting this, because a delightful fairy skipping through the trees is so much prettier than an over tired India, at a BAFTA party.
My father coined the word 'tablescape' to describe the arrangements of objects in decorative groups. As his children, my brother, sister and I were often arranged into a decorative group, seen but not heard. Growing up I was surrounded by table scapes: the Blue table scape of lapis lazuli, the red table scape of porphyry, the yellow table scape.....and so on, all arranged with characteristic precision. I was recently interviewed by The Essential Kitchen Bathroom Bedroom magazine. I kid you not. There is truly a magazine out there called The Essential Kitchen Bathroom Bedroom magazine. Imagine, all those iconic stylish magazines falling by the recession wayside and The Essential Kitchen Bathroom Bedroom magazine survives...however, during this interview I was asked what design trait I had inherited from my father. Tablescaping came to mind. Of course I can not afford lapis lazuli and porphyry so pathetically I hobble together collections that are more in our budget. This collection of Hermes box's (gifts, I only shop in Hermes in my dreams) demonstrates that inherited trait, although taken out of context, like this, they don't quite work, and anyway would have to be considered a shelfscape.
But in context, they work......
Home work time of day amounts to the same feeling as covering yourself in paper cuts and jumping into a pool of lemon juice. Its really, really painful. For both the child, and the adult supervising. Well it is in our household.
Home work time arrived today and yet the seven year old did not.
It was a long time before we found him.
We are all quite pleased with our selves in this picture.
Domino has just farted. Her favorite thing. Banger is traveling in his new Nantucket Basket, complete with sheep skin cushion no less. And I am happy to be doing the school run in the sunshine (having just come from two weeks of London fog) except if I was more confident with air brushing I would have removed my onion bum.
Don't for a moment think this is normal. We are traditionally late, so I am never smiling. Domino's hair is hardly ever brushed and Banger sits with his feet dangerously hanging out of the basket, but I thought if I posted that photo the Animal protection people would start stalking us.
The point is really to show off my new gold INDIAN SANDALS, which have just arrived into THE SUGAR MILL.
Click on the link to see their bronze and silver cousins just waiting to be bought.