From Axbridge to Australia the HoJo way: Shop merrily

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Shop merrily

I have been trying to write a review of a fab set of Hama beads from the lovely beadmerrily for weeks, sadly blogging and iPad are not good friends. So I give up ungracefully. go to google and look for playmerrily or beadmerrily buy lots of gifts and get them delivered by nice people in a family firm. They arrived the next day for me, almost unheard of. Like their page on Facebook, or add them on twitter to get notifications of special offers. And next time I offer to do a review, smile sweetly and say 'I don't think so' Xc

1 comment:

Ganeida said...: lol Get your act together, lady. I am waiting on more pics! Ah well, hope you are happy being home & things are settling nicely for you all. Looks like we are getting a cyclone for Christmas. You are well out of it. Maybe it will make a noise like a hoop & roll away?; December 21, 2011 at 7:16 PM

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And the kids.
And the pets.

Why is Fraser not Anthony anymore????

We get asked this a fair bit from the folks and friends back in the UK, so we explain..... Anthony was supposed to be Fraser but as we drove to hospital (yuk spit) in labour we realised his initials would be FA not great from a football point of view nor another you may think of, so Mr Hojo in his wisdom decided to swap the names around. Mrs Hojo was busy and should have said no, but there you go, she was busy producing offspring in a short staffed, worse than mediocre hospital that leaves people alone for hours on end when they really should be tucked up in a half empty ward, bitter? me? you noticed. Anyhow, Fraser has heard this story a few times, more as we were visiting the relatives one last time before we left the Uk for Oz and piped up that if his Mum wanted me called Fraser them I am.
And that was that.
We started in a new country and all remembered his name, easy as pie.
So now you know.
You know what, he really SHOULD have been called Fraser, it suits. And no one will ever call him Tony, thats a good thing :o)