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Friday, 25 May 2018

You know how it...

is when you have had a good week, a good meal?  That is how it is for me this evening... 
Friday 20.20 pm.
We have found a class builder, things are progressing at just the right speed and more than that with a little light ribbing along the way he totally gets where I am coming from!  There are not many people in life generally you meet that are on the same wavelength as love, laughter, let alone building!

Tonight finds me mellow from a brilliant week of work done by a man that couldn’t have done it better than if it were for himself.
Funny thing, if you think about it, the journey you make through life, the people you meet along the way.  The good, bad and the darn right iffy.  My faith in humans is at an all time high.  Hythe seems to be awash with  genuine folk.  The like of which I can’t ever recall having met before.

Those of you that read my blog will know my feelings for this move have been mixed to say the least.
However my faith in the good of folk is at an all time high.
Thanks to one man and his dog.



Thursday, 24 May 2018

Sitting at my post...

applying slap to meet the day...
this is what I saw...





a seal fishing.

We could clearly see the fish in his mouth.  Unfortunately my iPad didn’t do full justice to the scene.

Maybe this living by the sea isn’t so bad after all?

Spoilt brat I hear you thinking!

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Funny the things...

you remember?
The pattern on the biscuits I was making this morning are a case in point, zapping me straight back to a holiday on a farm with my father. 


As I rolled out my mint shortbread 
biscuits in my mind’s eye I pictured the farmer’s wife in her kitchen making her biscuits.  This was exactly how she was doing it. At the age I was then probably seven, how and why has this memory 
stuck with me all these years?
So much of that holiday I can still remember.  Spaniel puppies, eating our food in a magnificent dining room, the narrow back stairs up from the kitchen.  The magnificent oak staircase.  My father rescuing me in the middle of the night, sleep walking I had taken a wrong turning and was hammering on the panelling 
thinking it a door!

The weirdest of girls, who she was I can’t recall, not their daughter of that I am very sure.  She took the greatest pleasure in shooting sparrows and wringing any birds necks that had the misfortune to fall into her hands!

Strange the things you remember?  And all because by the day I am getting fatter cooking cakes and biscuits for our builder. He is doing such a good job the investment in time is worth it.  The diet will have to wait...

Monday, 21 May 2018

I need HELP...

like seriously!


We have just returned from a taxing day, taking A to the hospital for an important procedure.
Can someone tell me why is it that folk who do the most, get thought of the least?  How does that work?  You always hear the daughter who is always there for her mum gets left out of the will, while the favourite one, mother never sees is adored from afar?
I am an only child and I have written about my admiration for A who I have adopted as my mum due to her being born about the same time as my mother.  Trouble 
is, whatever I say she disagrees with.  Not having had a parent to fall out with for years, is this how the relationship is between child and parents?

When we got to the hospital we were directed to the department and every step of the way A said 
we were going wrong.  She is weak 
and I knew what she was suggesting would have put more miles on the clock.  She wouldn’t let me get a wheelchair.  Nothing I say is right!  I do find it very  wearing.  She was obviously feeling worried about the forthcoming procedure and was having a go at me.  I realised that, and made excuses for her in my head which by this time was fit to burst.  All was well, although  still no definitive answer as to her ongoing medical condition.  She is looking increasingly frail and when I mention it she 
replied that she had put on weight!  It isn’t cancer, that we do know.  

Getting her back home she asked 
about us sorting out her phone, which we happily did.  However as I was explaining how to get it on loudspeaker she wasn’t having any 
of it!
  Himself, she thinks the sun shines out of his every orifice! He is prompted by me to do the things he does to help her and freely admits it.

 I chunter on as we drive home, 
 he gets  upset that I’m upset, my blood pressure rises.  All together not a very happy day.  When we get in I see I have lots of comments on my blog, that in itself is rare and bugger, it is from some stupid spam thing, which I then have to delete each and every one... is it any wonder I am doing three laps of the ceiling?


“Let them eat...

cake!”

Except looking at the the wedding photo’s it is not something many of them personally practice?



I know that to be the case!

I ought to say seeing the highlights, I have had a change of heart.

Sunday, 20 May 2018

A trip to...

Hastings.
Don’t you just love a day at the seaside?
Our mission today is to pick up a pair of oars and an o and n vintage letters, like you do?
The oars are to be used as a hand rail for the stairs.  They will hopefully make an interesting view through the glass wall in the dining area of the kitchen.  The letters are... well just because!  It is so lovely having a builder with the same degree of wackiness to me.  Hubs looks on in bemusement as we crack on about stuff; he doesn’t get it and in fairness not many other people do either!



Saturday, 19 May 2018

Waking up...

in bed this morning wearing a scarf?  He looked at me strangely, well you would wouldn’t you?  Even after all these years, he seems constantly amazed at how a sane ordinary bloke has got tangled up with such an exotic creature?

‘Why are you looking at me oddly?’

‘Well you do have previous with scarves, leaving one in the pub last night!’

I ought to explain, although I am working hard to perfect my dotty old woman image,(trouble is I am succeeding too blooming well)that really wasn’t the reason I was dressed for winter. It was after my  4 a.m. wanderings.  The house at that time of day is cold due to no central heating at the mo; funky rad’s are eagerly awaited.  As I sit drinking tea and hatching out more madcap plans it gets cold.  All blood transfers to my hugely overworked thinking brain,
 leaving the rest of the bod starved of the life affirming nutrients.  Alright it’s a load of tosh, but you have got to admit it sounds vaguely feasible?
Anyway, back to bed I go and forget to take off my scarf.
And there you have it.
Simple really.


I won’t be watching the wedding, will you? I do have previous, but that’s a story for another day, maybe?

Friday, 18 May 2018

Ask yourself...

do any of us really need comments?
Alright, some might say it justifies their very existence.
However, if that is the case, what shallow lives we all lead!

Thursday, 17 May 2018

I do so want to...

be a slut!
Now before you jump to the wrong conclusion, I mean it in the not caring about tidiness way; sorry if I have got you here under false pretences.
I have always loved my home and homemaking, well until now when I have been tested by my ‘new’ ish seaside abode.  I gather things about me very similar to a hamster filling their cheeks with food, treasures to be enjoyed later. I arrange and rearrange them until I find their optimum resting place.
Some might call it clutter?  Trouble with all of this is dust. I don’t really like dusting or come to think of it hoovering, not to put too fine a point on it...
I’m top show, red hat and no drawers type of thing.
I sit and admire my artefacts and can hardly stir myself from the chair.
When I see how some people live in a total pickle, part of me admires their having ne’er a care.
The other part of me holds house- proud folk with a tad of disdain. This says a lot about me, you are free to draw your own conclusions here.  Don’t look now but I’m even contemplating getting a ‘woman what does’ to come in on a Friday and give the place a quick whiffty-ding as my old mum used to say. Only on the off chance of visitors, you understand?  Not that we ever get them due to their fear of contracting some dust/air borne little known to man diseases.


Tuesday, 15 May 2018

I have had an interesting...

day!  It is only 5.30am and already I have fallen down the stairs.  I personally blame it on the green ceiling? I got up early thinking about the shade I had chosen.  

I like the ‘News of the World’ reporter made my excuses and left the man.  Not sure many will understand this.  If you need an explanation let me know.
I crept down the stairs carefully, where I went wrong was by admiring the early morning light coming into the hall from the front door.  I mistook the third step for the last step and fell onto the bare wooden floor.  Finding myself on my back, looking back the way I had come.  The interesting thing about the whole manoeuvre was the elegance with which I accomplished the whole shebang.  Hardly a clatter was heard, I was mindful of not waking the sleeping giant.

I lay there for a while, accessing the damage, my knee mainly, my worn back wasn’t exactly chuffed 
at the unlooked for excursion.
Getting myself up, caused cramp to think about putting in an appearance?  By sheer willpower I decided to kick that idea into touch.  All this happened within hearing distance of the man.  I am  chuffed with myself for not making  even a mouse squeak while this was all going on.
I got myself mobile and did what all respecting Brit’s do...
made myself a cup of tea
and here I am no worse for wear.
Well maybe a little, the jury is still out as to whether my 9 am yoga class is a good idea?



The cooking apple green ceiling from where I sit... 
not quite right!
Not a kind colour!

Peonies and...

the state of play.