Deb's Digest
Debbie Atkinson’s family life column, as featured in the Southport Visiter.

Tuesday, 19 January 2010



settee 2


Two 2 seater settees and one armchair. Cost £2,500 two years ago. Now £475.

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kings lights 2

We went to Cambridge at the weekend to see the fantastic light show that concluded the 800th anniversary celebrations. The London son met up with us there - I'm glad he did, otherwise I'd have been looking at the lights on my own. His dad had to go back to the hotel half way through the meal at Loch Fyne suffering from a terrible cough and cold. Seven members of our family have now had this nasty bug which also involves sickness. I have a feeling it's been the norovirus - the same bug that shuts down cruise ships. I'm hoping that we're now immune to it and even if it hits our cruise in the summer, we'll be as right as rain.

It's lovely to see Oscar eating heartily once again. The bug hit him particularly hard and he couldn't even be tempted with his favourite carrot crisps. But he's now rocking away in his car seat to "The Wheels on the Bus" .

o hat


peeping through the stairs


and tucking into anything he can lay his hands on


Friday, 8 January 2010


I'm thoroughly fed up now with looking out of the window and seeing white. The novelty has well and truly worn off. One benefit though of this snowy weather has been that we have a family of four redwings living  in our holly bush. The downside of this however  is that our beautiful Christmassy red-berried bush now has approximately six berries left intact - make that five.


Friday, 1 January 2010


The letter wot I wrote to The Times a couple of days ago is in today's paper. Hurray






The best New Year present was the discovery of Oscar's blanket in Monsoon! The blanket, which was knitted before he even saw the light of day, has become a bedtime favourite and a real little friend, so it was a disaster when it was mislaid during a New Year's Eve shopping trip. His dad emailed: "How long would it take you to knit another blanket?"  The wool was out of the bag before you could say knit one purl one and I swear there was smoke coming from my knitting needles. Forget fireworks, forget auld lang syne, midnight found me crossing rows off a knitting pattern - and so did New Year's morning - but I knew deep down that whatever I produced would never really take the place of the old, greying blanket. So I was absolutely over the moon when Oscar's mum sent me a text to say that the precious item had been found by Monsoon's cleaning staff and was awaiting collection. So I can knit at a more leisurely pace now and this one can be a reserve - I think I'll do what farmers do when they want a sheep to accept a lamb that isn't theirs - I'll rub the new blanket on the old - just to be on the safe side!

new year

Tucking into roast goose and bread sauce on New Year's Day