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Monday, 21 January 2019

We set the alarm for...

5 am to see the wolf moon.
Himself peered out of the window, grunted and went back to bed.
Standing out by the heavily frost rimed car I looked and looked.  A magical time of day in the cold morning.  I stood a few minutes, sadly the actual didn’t live up to the anticipated.


‘I thought it would look a lot closer!  I said as I climbed back into bed and snoozed what remained of the night away.

He staggered in carrying the largest, white card envelope covered with simply drawn stars.  It had my name on it!
The contents were three wonderful abstracty paintings.  Two landscapes and one I took to be of me?  Well, I told you they were abstract!  No  note, just an address label on the the back.
Jo and ?
Trouble now is...
as hard as I try I can’t get back
 to sleep to discover which Jo?

Saturday, 19 January 2019

A funny thing happened on...

the way to the supermarket.
Imagine if you can a galleon under full sail... that is me.  In my slipstream comes tugboat Ted with trolley.  Regal is the word that comes to mind as I sally forth.  Well in my mind’s eye if to no one else?  As I stride, I offer a fruit polo, holding the tube up for him to help himself.  About to cross a side street, a car stops to give way to the ship and accompanying flotilla, alright only one, but a girl can but dream.  Without missing a step I proceeded across the road with arm raised.  It was only on reaching the other side I realised the proffered sweet was still in the packet. Turning I saw himself still on the opposite kerbside and the man in the car laughing fit to bust!  Apparently as seen by the driver, Ted was just about to take a polo as I swept off, expecting him to follow. As they both said the vision of me walking across looking for all the world like the statue of liberty
 (minus the lamp obviously!) was a sight for sore eyes.
I’m only glad he didn’t have a dashboard camera as my fame may have been extended to YouTube!



Friday, 18 January 2019

We have reached the...

top of the rollercoaster just tipping over the edge, to plunge into putting the house back on the market?


Yesterday it was dates and all are ready... St Valentine’s day, an auspicious day with a surname like ours!  Excitement filled the air.

Today, no reply from either our buyers or their solicitor.

Please don’t let my imaginings come to pass.  Folks’ suspicions about me being a witch will rapidly fly...


Oh dear!

Wednesday, 16 January 2019

The ‘If only!’ of...

my life has gone, or at the very least taken a back seat in the charabanc of my journey.
I’ve been extremely lucky to have had a rich and fulfilling time.
The good, the bad and ugly.  Taking all things into account... a charmed life.  Everything that has happened I have made the very best of.  Death, divorce, all the facets of human existence.  At every stage I have managed to see the good and with a cavalier attitude I have determined to turn it to my advantage.  I am fully aware not everyone has this ability.  My motto at every turn,
I’m not here for long, so best I enjoy every moment!
And I have: not always easy though?
Why am I telling you this? 
Today in the paper, I’ve read an article on meditation and I freely admit over the years I have given the wild, the wacky, the sensible and serious a good seeing to.
Without a qualm, giving them up as
 I got bored, as I often did!

Getting older, I found myself living too much in the past, replaying things that had happened, mainly where I went wrong... this move to Hythe for example.  The stress was getting to me, my BP was out of control.
A suspected TIA was where I finally took stock.  The weekend wine bit the dust, my love affair with cheese had to end.  Walking and getting fitter was on the agenda.  My head still whirred with worry and this eternal 
looking back.  Meditation rode to the rescue, and you know something it has worked.  It is now so much a part of my day that I honestly can’t see it being otherwise.  Whenever I start the merest whisper of ‘if only’ I say to myself... 
‘ I am! Nothing can overwhelm you!’
Wacky, I know... it WORKS! 



Monday, 14 January 2019

What is it about...

toast?  As I sit holier than thou with my bowl of grapes and a mandarin, all I really want is toast!  This morning sees the start of podge patrol.  The smell of his brekkie is driving me to distraction, so much so I have taken myself back to bed in order to get away.
If you think about it, bread toasted is such humble fare.  Plain toast with good butter, what better?  I make bread a couple of times a week, always wholemeal flour with the addition of a little white spelt flour and lots of seeds, flax, sunflower, sesame and pumpkin.
Cheese on toast, croque monsieur,
French toast, eggie toasty soldiers, even croutons have a part to play.

When I get old I plan to live on toast.  

Not my picture I am afraid to say.


Sunday, 13 January 2019

I have these eyes...

no surprise there?  I wander around Hythe on gloomy days with my shades on.  Looking for all the world like a faded star of the silver screen, not wanted to be recognised, but with every fibre of her ageing body keen for you to notice her and salute.

Today, with parka zipped up to my chins, beret firmly plonked on my head, the whole winter ensemble was topped off with the obligatory  sunglasses,  The fact there was not a glimmer of sun this side of the Dartford tunnel was a mere bagatelle.
Why, you might wonder has the old dear taken to such extraordinary behaviour... even for her!
Well seeing as your asking, it is my eyes... gettaway?
I have convinced myself that the sea air brings on these allergy type symptoms.  I haven’t really had allergies before although I have experienced dry sore eyes.  Living here it seems so much worse, how could that be?  Surely
folk go to the sea to escape allergens?
After all these years of getting in and out of the opticians scot- free, I now find I have the early glimmer of cataracts, could this have some effect I idly wonder?  I am increasingly having to use reading glasses, suddenly my crowing about not needing glasses 
is wearing a bit thin. 
About the only blooming thing that is!?? 

Saturday, 12 January 2019

As she bit into a...

biscuit our eyes met, just that! 
I walked away. The pound in my pocket for the supermarket trolley twitched.  Sod the trolley I thought as I walked back.  As I left I asked myself would I have done the same if she had just lit a cigarette?  A question saying more about me than her!

Audrey left an email to say she had taken herself out in the car to Hastings.  Those of you who have seen ‘The Favourite’ will know of the bandage encased legs of Queen Anne. With legs from toes to thigh royally swathed, I am sure Queen Anne couldn’t have jumped into her Skoda and shot off to the seaside! Audrey’s legs could be straight out of a sarcophagus.  Added to which her eyesight isn’t good and she has a constant feeling of falling backwards.  Apart from all of the above she is fine!?!
Is it any wonder after giving up alcohol, meditating for Nepal, my
blood pressure is off the scale
this morning?



The elephant in the room is we haven’t told her we are moving yet.  To be honest I didn’t think she would be here to see us go!
As all my friends say as I have a serious wobble about us leaving her.

‘She will outlive you... Go!’
Blooming hard though.  

Thursday, 10 January 2019

Bott in the air...

I am trawling to the very deepest recesses of the fridge.  Two pots hove into view, one with three egg whites.  Now I ask you, what can you do with egg whites apart from pavlova?  Who in their right mind, having had a bellyful of dieting programmes on the television has the desire to knock up a hazelnut and raspberry pav?  My brain has been washed, think of the sugar, the cream: okay the rasps and nuts are diet positive, so at a push? I could get away with it?  Waste is my bete noire, best I get ‘cracking’, or probably not as the yolks were used last year!?!

The other pot contains weeks old very dead vegan baba ganoush.
When I think of the hours spent charring the aubergines, whizzing, crushing garlic etc., to make this magical concoction and then I only go and forget I’ve done it.  Frankly my dear it is blooming inexcusable, and the waste?

 I peer deep into the freezer and there covered with permafrost is a bag marked 
‘Mulled Plum with sugar added’.  Jars I have, so I dust off the antiquated Thermomix, as seen on all the best cooking shows.  I once sold one to Cilla Black (that is a tale for another day).  Between ‘French Lieutenant’s Woman’ wanderings on the beach crossed with the domestic goddess wearing cloak and sexy pinny, I started out on the chutney-kick afternoon.  All going swimmingly 
until pouring into the jars I spy wood!  Wood?
Well to be exact cinnamon bark, which since nearly a year gone, I had completely forgotten.  The Thermomix in its excitement chopped the cinnamon into kindling.  Now all jars will have to carry a government health 
warning... STOP! 
Splinters Ahead. 
Oh Bugger!



You know you are loved when...

you come down to get your toast and see a small aspirin on your plate.  A gentle reminder not to forget to take it.

Tea is delivered to you in bed
every morning.

He buys you a teddy as all these years and moves later, you pine the loss of your squashed face teddy you had as a child.

You are out for the day with the car.  He climbs on the bus to Folkestone to buy you this for Christmas.


The house reverberates with your
 ghastly singing and 
chi hiking about, he takes not one jot of notice.  He who can sing!

You fidget and can’t sit still, him as still as the grave doesn’t appear to be irritated.  If it was the other way round, boy would I get cross!

Being arty-farty and away with some madcap scheme or another, he   
humours you and in his straight and honest ex-copper way wonders?

He promised me faithfully we wouldn’t have another dog when my much loved companion died. I was distraught and felt another dog would never fill the huge hole in my heart.  Now the need is growing and he stands before me resolute in his solemn promise. 
Although I can see a minuscule chink appearing!
When we move... maybe?  
Those are my words not his. 












Wednesday, 9 January 2019

Tuesday, 8 January 2019

I need to get...

a life I’ve decided.  This amazing decision was taken sat up in bed drinking my fourth cup of tea of the day.  Two teddies accompany me in my slothfulness, let’s face it, that in itself is a worry?  What woman of my advanced years needs one teddy let alone two?  Am I losing the plot I idly wonder?  The sea once again is dead flat calm, no wonder immigrants think now is the time!

Just asked hubs what did I do in Goudhurst on a winter’s morning at 9.15? His reply shook me...
‘Go up garden, look for stirrings in the veg plot, early frogspawn in the pond, sit in the greenhouse with a mug of tea.  Admire the view of the Weald.
All these things gone in the mists of an ill formed decision.
And now we wait for the call.  No not the BIG call, the one to see if we are Ludlow bound.



We set the alarm for...

5 am to see the wolf moon. Himself peered out of the window, grunted and went back to bed. Standing out by the heavily frost rimed car ...