Thank You...

I'd like to take this opportunity to wish all my loyal readers a very happy festive season and to thank you for your continued readership throughout 2011!

It's been nearly 4 years since I started Secret Life of Ginger and as a writer there is no greater feeling than seeing people read your work.

So have a very, very Merry Christmas full of fun, friends, love, laughter, music and turkey sandwiches.

As much as I'd love to give you all a physical token of my thanks.. I'll instead leave you with a selection of Christmas tunes to get you in the spirit.... (see if you can guess what they are before you click the link!)

It was Christmas eve babe.. in the drunk tank, an old man said to me, don't say another word

Fall, on your knees, all hear the angels voices

Someday soon we all will be together, if the fates allow

Those Christmas lights, keep shining on 

Merry Christmas!

Love Miss Ginger xoxoxox

Packing Conversations #4

Last night I think the boy and I had our first argument. Over what I was intending to bring to Yorkshire for the festive season. This conversation was brought about by my lack of awareness of what people wear in Yorkshire, what the family protocol is for Christmas Day and our lack of a plan. Spontaneity require a larger wardrobe!

After much bickering about why I needed a large suitcase (we're going out 4 nights, you want me to look nice, I need at least 4 freaking outfits.. honestly) I humpfed and said whatever. Indeed, I was very cross with him and even more so when he did nothing but burst out laughing at my tantrum.

An Imaginary Christmas

Today, I sit at my desk listening to the strains of Big Ben heralding the arrival of 8.00am and one of my colleagues experimenting with his new speakers by blasting out Christmas carols. The countdown is on for everyone and I'm rather excited that I finish work tomorrow lunch time!

It has filled me with a sense of melancholy as Christmas, as much as I love it, never lives up to my expectations. In my head I imagine a magical time where miracles happen, people find romance and long-lost loved ones miraculously make it home for the special day. In my head, everyone should sit round the fire (or air-conditioning) watching It's A Wonderful Life, drinking wine and wrapping presents wearing novelty knitwear.

A case of the Man-Flu

After a string of rather gloomy posts from yours truly I’d like to bring this blog back to its traditional light-hearted commentary of unimportant things.

I’m feeling rather guilty to be honest, for a reason that I will share with you today. I’ve had a lingering cold the past few days and I’m afraid to say I’ve given it to the boy, who has now officially got the Man Flu.

Really, I should have refrained from being in his personal space when my nose was running like a leaky tap. But selfishly, I was unable to resist his delicious kisses and cuddles. After all, they made me feel better and forget that I was feeling under the weather.

Old Fashioned Values

I found myself liking David Cameron lately. Particularly his recent call to return to Christian values, which despite a bit of a backlash makes perfect sense to me.

Rarely do I admit my religious beliefs, mainly because I have many friends whose opinions are staunchly opposite to mine and I was brought up that some things should be kept private. But I have to say, that the return to some Christian values, would do us all the world of good.

To me, this has absolutely nothing to do with promoting Christianity over different religions, as for the most part the fundamental values of each religion are the same. And its these that we should start to embrace.