Blimey, end of November already

How does that happen? One minute you're throwing the cover off the BBQ and the next minute it's almost flipping Christmas. I swear, if you don't keep an eye on your watch at all times, the weeks rip past you at a very alarming rate of knots. Is there a Time Grinch as well as an Xmas one?

Still, we continue to max out making the most of time, and the hubby & I are off to ArgieBargy (with poss a quick trip into Chile and Uruguay to bolster the 'countries nailed' list) next Wed eve for two weeks of steak-scoffing, wine/mojitos and some trotting round the sights (must read the guide book before we go). 

Before which the usual plethora of activities

– cleaning the hubby's filthy man car (amazed it hasn't self-combusted with the quantity of parking vouchers and McDonalds Happy Meal boxes squirrelled away in there) 

– nipping down to J&R's cottage tonight (they are en route to South Africa on hols) for a soiree avec monsieur down the village boozer, the White Lion

– followed by a thrilling trip to Hawksey's brand new offices in Crawley on Saturday morning (oh yes, I am such a spoiled and lucky girl)

– And a game of hockey back up here Sat lunch, assuming the pitch isn't underwater by then, as the forecast is a soggy stick shocker

– Then a 30th birthday bash at Bluebird (yes, not a typo, we have actually been invited to make all the young people in their Harvey Nicks sheer outfits look even sexier. Terrifying prospect). Troll Alerts may be issued.

- A spot of sunday packing and the perennial 'where's my sarong?' 'which bag are we taking?' 'have you checked your passport has more than 6 months to run?' household discussions, that must reverberate the world over..

– taking Mojo for some injections (a little pre-holiday treat for her, so she doesn't miss us too much)

– A few days of work (thank you BAT, don't mind if I do) and then we're off!

Mum & Mojo will be in the safe hands of Silviya, and Scrumpy, well Scrumpy is at Springer Spaniel Boarding school. We've bitten the bullet and enrolled her for 4 weeks, as apparently you can;t do much with training a dog during a 2 week holiday break, but 4 weeks will hopefully see her springing to attention, rather than onto Mum's arm with her happily chewing gnashers. The hous eis eerily quiet without her..

Poor Mr H is a bit devastated that his little furry girl is away but dear Mojo is rather relishing the fact she can now sit on the sofa without being jumped on and can exit her cat flap at a more leisurely pace than when she has a Spaniel's nose up her butt.

All thrilling stuff in the House of Hawkes, but hey, that's the run up to Christmas for you.

We're back on 12th Dec, so the blog may be a little quiet till then, we'll see how many vineyards I have to sit in, with a lot of posting time on my hands….

Happy Thanksgiving (Margo!)

S x