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My Diary For 2023

Every year I write a blog post about which diary system or set up I am going to use for the following twelve months. In recent years, I have moved away from a Filofax (I trialled something earlier this year - more of that in a minute) and fallen in love with the Hobonichi printed diaries. For the last two years I have used a Hobonichi Weeks as my personal planner and I won't be deviating from that this year. I have tried a Hobonichi Techo A6 a couple of times but have never managed to feel comfortable with it size-wise.  I have always lusted after the Hobonichi Cousin A5 as a main work planner so, this year, I have bitten the bullet at launch time and invested in my very first one. Hobonichi Weeks The Hobonichi Weeks is a slim diary with a yearly, monthly and weekly layout. The main section is a "week to view with notes" and there are an additional 70 note pages at the back. This year (2022) I used the "Mega" version which comes with almost three times as m

Happy Birthday?

I came home yesterday with a carrier bag.  Inside that carrier bag was some wrapping paper and a birthday card for my husband (for today) from the boys and one from me.  The one from the boys was your bog-standard card, blue in colour, very safe... the one from me was great.  It had a picture of a golden labrador on the front, sniffing at some knickers on a washing line, with the caption: SNIFFER DOG REX THOUGHT HE COULD SMELL SOME CRACK






I forgot it was in the bag.  I gave the bag to Son #2 and told him to wrap his dad's previously bought present with the paper and to sort out the card with his brother later.  I nipped upstairs to check on the task in hand a few minutes later and noticed that he had a envelope sellotaped to the front of the present... and the original card, with the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD emblazoned across the front, was on the bed, still in the cellophane wrapper.


I asked him which card he had used, thinking that he may have made one... Oh, nooooo - this is the O'Hara household after all.  I was told, "I chose the one with the dog on, Mum"


*splutter*


I have hastily removed aforementioned card from the present, got rid of it and bought a boring, safe one from the shop this morning that has HAPPY BIRTHDAY written across the front.


The moral of this story?  There are two:

  1. Be occasionally thankful that your 11-year old doesn't have a great love of reading;
  2. Never buy sarcastic/funny/rude birthday cards and leave them with the 'safe' stuff!