Heigh Ho!

OK - my new year's resolution is not to moan or gripe, or whinge on my blog. It's a bad, bad habit which I should really stop!

On a completely different note, today I've been getting in the christmas spirit.
I've been making mince pies from scratch - pastry is really just fat and flour, so I surprised myself just how quickly I got baking. However, (after dad told me he hated deep filled mince pies) I made the mistake of over filling the pies, so that when they came out, the edges were covered in a sticky, bubbling tar of mixture. And the stickiness was bloody hot, and I burnt my fingers while I was trying to prise the crumbling pastry out of the tray.

Although I'm still optimistic - bit of icing sugar sprinkled over the top, and they'll be fineeeeeeeeee.
(I hope.)

Wish I'd gone to Top Gear instead

I'm having a bad day. I could moan at length about why I feel completely crap, but I won't because it would bore the pants of anyone within a ten mile radius.

Let's just say I'm disappointed. Let's just say I have that horrible feeling in my gut when you don't get something you really, really want. You kind of feel like crying (I'm a bit of a freak in that I don't cry so much when I'm sad, but when I'm frustrated or angry, which only makes me look like a wet blanket, when I am trying to be fierce.)

The reason for the title of this post is that I passed up the chance to go see Top Gear for the chance to get something I really wanted. Now I've found out that I'm not going to get what I want, and I've missed Top Gear. And it wasn't just any TG - this had David Tennant driving the reasonably priced car, yes David Tennant of Doctor Who fame, yes Doctor Who, a programme which I really, really like. (Although I am not part of the facebook group that wants to do some v. dodgy things to Mr. Tennant and his sonic screwdriver......)

So now, I'm cheesed off and I've bored the pants of everyone with my moaning. I really should stop using this blog to moan. I either moan on it, or write complete rubbish, and just switch between the two. I try to write interesting stuff, but I get self-conscious or worried about whether anyone will actually read this rubbish, which they won't.

Anyway, now that I've managed to combine rubbish and moany blogs, I think my job is done.