The FrumplingtonsLast night was one of those gigglesome nights in the Frumplingtons boudoir. I was on the verge of sinking into a peaceful slumber when a little voice piped up:
“Knock knock.”
A strong sense of déjà vu began to take hold of me. But it seemed churlish not to reply. “Who’s there?”
“Egbert.”
I had no need to ask: I knew exactly what was coming next. READ MORE >>
Lots of people like to talk about cutting pollution and saving the planet, but the number of people flying always seems to be increasing; the environmental message clearly isn’t getting through to everyone. We believe it’s time for The Frumplingtons to set the world a good example. Here are just a few simple steps we will be taking as we go Green: READ MORE >>
We recently inherited a box full of old books after Shana’s mother retired to a new life on the Costa Packet in Spain. Although we probably won’t read many (or any) of them — they’re mostly children’s books from the 1950s — they don’t take up much room, so we shall most likely keep them. And some of the cover illustrations are interesting, similar to comic-book graphics in style, with fresh colours and clean lines… READ MORE >>
It’s been an important week for us here at The Frumplingtons. On Monday, I decided to crack open a fresh can of Mr Tesco’s finest corned beef. Yes, that’s how exciting things have been around here.
Is it just me that has a few funny habits when it comes to food, or do you have some too? Personally, every time I open a tin of corned beef I cannot resist the urge to unwind the strip of curled metal from the little key that is provided on the side of the tin. I can then save the key. Yes, it is a bit sad as hobbies go, but it’s harmless enough.
I have, over the past year, saved six or seven of these keys and am now thinking of turning them into a beautiful piece of jewellery. There are several things I could make:
Whatever happens, I will save one key for emergencies: you never know when you might have a corned beef tin that has lost its key. It has happened before and is sure to happen again one day. There is little that can beat that glow of satisfaction as you take the lid off the ‘Emergencies’ jar (doesn’t everyone have one of those?), fish out a key, hold it aloft and announce: “Panic over — here’s one I saved earlier.”
Better to squirrel away a few keys when you have the chance, than to face the prospect of a ruined meal just for the lack of a tin opener; that’s what I say.
I shall be spending the rest of the week sketching out a few jewellery designs, before carefully crafting a few items for sale. Look out for an order form appearing here soon. All my creations will be limited editions. Don’t miss out.
Chris
Shana and I were about to set off for another of our jolly jaunts into town this morning. But first, I looked out to see what the weather was like. It was bright and sunny.
“Better put me shades on then, hadn’t I?” I said, keen, as ever, to dress in a manner appropriate to the prevailing conditions.
By the time we reached the edge of town (a mere five-minute walk) the sun had gone in and the world was grayscale. We stopped near the Jobcentre. Shana fished in her handbag and passed me what I always call my ’spectacular case’. Off came the faux Wayfarers; on went my regular glasses.
After finishing our shopping, we decided to head home. Immediately, the sun came out again, so I changed back into my sunglasses.
And before we had walked a hundred yards the sky had darkened again.
I couldn’t be bothered to change my specs again; I could see well enough at any rate. But all this inconvenient changing of glasses had set me thinking — or maybe speculating: Might there be a direct causal link between my choice of glasses and what the weather was doing?
Or was it just the Supreme Fictional Being having a laugh as usual?
“I wonder what would happen if I put on a pair of pink-tinted glasses,” I said. “Would there suddenly be a glorious sunset?”
Shana sighed loudly. I heard her even above the sound of the traffic.
“Or mirror shades?” I persisted. But answer was there none.
Ah, the hazards of having an enquiring mind, I thought, and walked on, slightly self-conscious of wearing sunglasses in the dark. If anybody asks, I decided, I’ll just say I’m a Goth.
Chris
Primeval, ITV’s new Saturday night blockbuster, is a lot of things, but ground-breaking isn’t one of them. Even so, it’s still enjoyable as long as you don’t take it too seriously. The story is simple enough: READ MORE >>
For those who haven’t noticed, I have a rather serious addiction to craftwork. That is why I rarely write a post, so busy sticking pins in myself!
Although I’ve done many different crafts since I was a wee nipper, it is only over the last few months I’ve started making stuff again. And I now feel I’m at that stage where I can take on something more challenging.
I’ve spotted some lovely sparkly fabric on eBay, and now I’ve found the pattern I was looking for. Chris is going to be so pleased when I’ve finished making his Elvis costume, not that he likes Elvis, but he’s going to look stunning when he struts his stuff next to the new Hot Tub.
The big question is…shall I use black fabric, white…or pink? I’d welcome your thoughts on what might suit Chris best 
Shana
If there is one thing missing from our lives, it is a hot tub. We are determined to get one, come hell or high (or more likely, bubbling) water. However, we are not keen on spending the thick end of £2000 for a new one. Nor are we happy at the thought of having to dip into our weekly cake allowance to pay for it.
So, we have decided to make our own.
And I think I have worked out a way to make a hot tub for well under £100. Here’s how: READ MORE >>
It seems popular at the moment, but I suspect 2000 Bloggers may be just another in a long line of bloggers’ gimmix. It all seems focussed on quantity rather than quality. Your click-through-ratio may well improve, but will visitors stick around any longer than normal, before leaving to visit the next blog on the list? And will it lead to anything more than mere shallow, passing interest in your writing? READ MORE >>
Kylie Minogue is staging an exhibition of her fancy outfits at London’s Victoria and Albert Museum. And I have no doubt that it will be a huge success.
But Kylie’s not the only one who can do this kind of thing. If I ever become famous (which could happen if reader numbers increased enough so that The Frumplingtons made it into the Technorati Top 100,000) then I have a few fancy outfits of my own all lined up and ready to show
There will be a few differences, however, between Kylie’s exhibits and mine. READ MORE >>
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