"They'll take you away grinning to yourself like that!" My daughter observed. "C'mon, share it with us then!"
She was remarking upon my state of expression and looking far away in a world of my own with a stupid smile. I was dreaming but more to the point of reminiscing as I drifted back to Crete remembering little events that made the trip so special.
Who do you suppose would be the last person you'd see at the airport? A neighbour perhaps? No not us -- The Bank manager! And to make ma
Okay! Business as usual. Touched down at Manchester airport and the script went like this: First Raynaud's attack in seven days, pain in my legs, numb toes, chattering teeth -- Welcome home!
"Bah!" 6 hours previously I'd been wallowing in 90 degrees plus and here I was shivering in 40 degrees of grey skies, swirling wind and grim faced fellow holidaymakers. The colour drained from each and everyone and the golden glow of sun tanned complexions turned into a misfitting collection of tourists
If that phone rings once more -- I'll throw it in the river! At one point I was speaking to my daughter on the mobile, the land phone was ringing and someone was knocking at the door at the same time -- Arrgghh! I'm trying to get all my last minute packing done and now I've lost track of schedule. Was I supposed to collect my hubby from work this lunchtime?
I did all my rushing around early doors. Went into town at 8am before the shops were open, which was a bit silly really because I then h
Not long now before I board the plane and leave weeds, rain, and housebuilding dust behind. If I said that I was perhaps just a little bit excited, it would be an understatement of fact! The only problem will be the reality that it will all be just as we left it when we come back!
I've had a busy sort of week with this and that! Besides writing blogs, I wrote a short piece for The Raynaud's And Scleroderma Association as well! And just to cap it all, I gave an interview to a magazine for an
The excitement mounts as I begin to pack my case. It can rain as much as it wants; I'm off to Greece! The sun lotion -- got that! Mosquito repellent -- got it! After sun -- Yep! Now,what else? Camera -- Yes! I think that's it?
I had my hair cut yesterday so I guess I'm ready. I can't wait, I think it's pretty obvious! And to cap it all, my new purchase, an Antique Vienna Wall Clock arrived too. My hubby began building the wall again, Yipppee! It's like we've been hibernating underground for
By the time 2008 came in, the very least I would have expected is a lovely house with a beautiful cottage garden and roses around the door. So why am I disappointed then? Well despite not having a lovely finished home, roses round the door, beautiful garden -- okay! You get the picture, I have a half-finished home, weeds around the door and a jungle for a garden with a lovely fountain! ... wait a minute, did I say fountain? Yep, that's what I said! And with it 18 beady blue guilty eyes crowded a
Licking my wounds, oh my, I'm sore
I ain't doing no blackberry pickin no more
The bestest fruit upon the bush
And I fell under on my tush!
The bowl went up after all my pickins
And fed a waiting bunch of chickens
I think they thought they were in mighty luck
As they ate each berry with a cluck!
So there was I in a very sad pose
Dare not move not even my toes
A thorn was stuck, well you know where?
And I'm sure someone saw me lying there!
Stupid me! I scorned and I swore
I cannot quite believe what I did yesterday. My hairbrained idea to make sweet fruit jam turned very bitter indeed and had my daughter in fits of laughter and my hubby scowling. I'd decided that the blackberries, which grow like a plague around the farm, were looking decidingly pickable! I know that they make a lovely jam with crab apples and my family and friends love me making Bramble jelly for them. So I set out with my rather large bowl, firstly stripping the bush closest to my home then ven
In just over one week's time I'l be sitting by a crystal clear sea on a beautiful beach with the only sound of rippling waves at my feet! I may be a bit premature but I'm falling into holiday mode.
The British summer came and went away in what seemed like just two days in May. It's rained almost every day since. The shops are full of autumnal wear and the clothes that I longed for at the begining of summer have lost their appeal as they hang rather shabbily on the sale rail at the far end of
I took one look at all the washing, never mind ironing, and closed the door! Piles of shorts, tee shirts and undies all waiting for inclusion into the suitcases. I've never felt less like doing the job and I need some kind of inspiration to get me going. It doesn't seem right somehow, to be getting out summer clothing when all you want to wear is woolies. I look like the classic picture of a Raynaud's sufferer. Our summer (well, what summer?) has been just about as bad as it gets and not to ment
Never mind the Olympics -- I have a gold medal in morning marathons. I seriously believe that I do a pentathlon event, which incidentaly is 5 things being derived from the Greek numerical number penthe (5).
On trying to lie in a little this morning, I suddenly remembered that it was the day my trash can gets emptied. I jumped up, fell over trying to get my leg into my jeans, thus waking my daughter who moaned from her room. "What are you doing?"
I uttered a few choice words as I ran down
If I have to mention that I live on a farm once more I may explode into song such as Old McDonald! Whenever the need arises to give out my address, I am almost certainly asked for my house number firstly to which my reply is "It's a farm," and then the usual question is: "Yes but what's the house name?"
"It doesn't have a name as such, just the name of the farm". What usually follows is "Oooh, how lovely."
Now I can think of many lovely things but living on a farm isn't one of them. Inte
Reading Barefut's blog took me back to the days in Greece which I long for and upon getting my own way, I will be back there in a couple of weeks. I couldn't help but feel a tad jealous of my Sister-in-Arms Blogger as I read her recent contribution; -- couldn't imagine doing that over here! Hypothermia comes firmly to mind! The whole thing sounded quite idyllic and from my armchair by the fire, I drifted into her little world for five minutes.
With hubby's eyes fixed firmly upon the football
My disappointment this afternoon was watching my football team lose, and being squashed into a corner of our local pub by a young man who would have been better suited to being at the zoo on the other side of the bars! I may be getting stuffy in my old age but I hate crowds, loud music and beer swilling males who call me darling, pet, or anything other than my proper name. To lose the match as well just confirmed my dismay with pretty much everything the day had to offer!
A bad loser I may b
In my daily routine, I try to do as much as I can. I visit my dad and I've helped him settle into his new home. It's not been an easy task because despite his years, he didn't have much of an idea about what he describes as woman things. Now by that he means housework, kitchen appliances and general household chores. Old-fashioned he may be, and certainly a male chauvenist by today's standards but that's just the way the elder generation are and I accept that he means no malice.
My little rhyme told of my failed attempt to do the least bit of anything right. So, I buy a clock! Okay it's broken -- so what! Back it went to the antique fayre and a very disappointed man handed back my Â£120.00 pounds with a degree of reluctance and a solemn face.
I can't help feeling a little bit sick that the clock that took my interest, and excited me to the point of a child in a sweetshop, was no longer part of the family -- gone like the family heirloom I promised Steph who incident
A little treat was given to me, a day around the fayre
Myself, my daughter and my dad were with me there
I suddenly stopped and gazed in awe
A lovely old clock was what I saw
Oh! wouldn't it look lovely on my wall
As we stood and gazed at the stall
"Cheap at half the price he said!"
I already had a price in my head
"I'll do you a deal, it's Victorian Y'Know"
My excitement began to grow
My hubby will kill me I'm sure
If this deal he makes secure
I thought a while and pictured it
Ah! The sun. What is that big ball of light in the sky? I haven't seen that since.......er.....mmmm! Whatever! It feels like Autumn out there, damp, cold and not very August like. I have two layers of clothing on my back, and I can't help wondering why I should be walking around like this in so called summer?
My dad's got his worry head on this morning. I've just taken his 5th call in less than an hour. He's worried about his car tax because he couldn't find the registration documents. Turns
Oh yes I'm off to Greece again, I can hardly wait!
I dangled a juicy carrot and my hubby took the bait
I played Greek music loudly and out came the sun
"Turn that din off," he said, though only said in fun
I got out his fancy shorts and placed for him to see
Do you like these my dear? the one's below the knee
I got out the photos saying do you remember when?
I can picture myself back there, I looked so tanned then
He began to take an interest when my daughter laughed out loud
Nothing much to report but such a drab week with nothing worth the effort of writing. I hate to mention the summer, you'd hardly know that it was! I have deepening sense of hatred for the lovely girl who delivers the weather report each morning, who always forcasts the rain with a sickly smile and a promise of 5 minutes of sunshine. No fun and no surprise then that things are pretty much the same with my gaping hole in the side of my house. How can you build a home in such conditions -- a prett
My ambition to write a book may not be the best idea I've ever had. For one my spelling at times, is nothing short of atrocious! Not to mention punctuation! Even if I managed to compile a book, where do you begin?
I'm no JK Rowling and I don't have the likes of Harry Potter up my sleeve and anyhow, that's been done! I do have lot's of silly stories some I've shared with you and most are based upon true life, my life in fact! Of course there are things I could write that wouldn't be suitable
I remember the first time I set up an aquarium. I was very much a novice then and to be truthful I probably lost more fish than evaporation. I learned quite a lot in my time although I never told anyone that my hobby was keeping tropical fish -- that particular pastime was either "naff" or for the geeky members of the population.
It was only when a work friend came round that my secret was out and, boy! I took some ribbing over that. They thought I was lacking in either male company or was s
Okay! I may have lost the plot a little but, did I ever mention that I used to keep tropical fish? I say "used to" because my aquarium has been redundant for the last 5 years. My daughter will also correct me in saying that the aquarium atually belongs to her. In fact it was a present for my daughter some years ago when she fell in love with the little fishes dsplayed in a restaurant and never stopped talking about them. They made a lovely centre of attention everytime we had visitors, and the c
There were plenty more places I'd rather have been yesterday. Instead I attended my Father-in-law's funeral. How can you put over in words, the minutes of the day! You can't for instance say it was a really good experience, in fact how do you describe a funeral. I found myself using the term 'dignified' as it seemed most appropriate. In fact the whole day could not have gone better. The weather behaved and gave us some warm sun. The floral tributes were breathtaking and it was good to meet up wi
This month I'm in a situation, right where I don't want to be! It's my birthday on tuesday and over the last two years it's been common for me to receive both a birthday card and sympathy card in the same envelope! It's a scary fact of life and one I have to face.
My Father-in-law's funeral will be held on Friday. My own Father, screaming for attention, is moving home in the same week and apart from being superwoman -- Oh sorry, did I forget to mention that? I'm in the thick of it.