The Gods, it seems, do not want me weeding the garden. Every time I am on the verge of donning Uncle Tommy’s excellent gardening strides the wind whips up to a howling hoolie and it starts to rain. I have mustered three, maybe four, decent days out with my tools since my last confession. (AndContinue reading “Taking the hint”
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The Longest Month
After the blog odyssey that was the run up to Christmas, I decided to give myself (and all the dear readers out there) a few weeks off from my wittering. However, with January (which always seems to last forever…) finally put to bed, I thought I might post a quick catch up (if only toContinue reading “The Longest Month”
23/24/who the hell knows…
It has been a monumental scrum the last two days. I have chopped and mixed and wrapped and knitted and snipped and quite frankly I barely know which way is up. However, I think things are mostly in hand. Here is the sit rep Have a lovely Christmas everyone. I tried to edit the picturesContinue reading “23/24/who the hell knows…”
17 Flower arranging video clips
On Day 17 of Advent, in the window between taking the granola out of the oven and solving the latest knitting crisis, I found myself mesmerised by the tiny flower arranging videos my phone sends me when I should be making him indoors a promised coffee. My head is now awash with the thoughts ofContinue reading “17 Flower arranging video clips”
16 painful squats (at least)
Day 16 has proved rather swings and roundabouts territory. See for yourself: Santa’s elf is still slightly tired, achey and testy, but I do think my tolerance levels are gradually improving (Keith and Mum will not agree, I suspect, each having caught me at the thin end of various wedges today – but really theContinue reading “16 painful squats (at least)”
15 is a bloody annoying number
Today has been filled with thwarting annoyances interspersed with minor successes, so pretty much a mortadella of a day. It started badly when, having resolved to do my physio exercises, the equipment had gone a-missing. Cue an hour of cursing, door slamming and generally prowling around like an avenging angel. Thankfully, the aforesaid items turnedContinue reading “15 is a bloody annoying number”
Seasons of light
We had a hard frost last night, but this morning rose crisp and bright and I was squinting as I drove due west on my way to physio (of which more anon) in the early afternoon. Driving back, there was a bowl of molten honey in my mirror and huge banks of fuchsia clouds onContinue reading “Seasons of light”
In and out days
Autumn is working its way up to a full suite of weather. Thus far we have had brilliant sun, torrential rain, fog, gusty winds and a light frost. On fine days Lyra and I have strolled along the river bank admiring the birds (me) and enjoying the occasional paddle (Lyra). Lyra can find the paddlingContinue reading “In and out days”
Summer Swan Song
Having confidently declared autumn up and running in my last blog, we found ourselves enjoying a mini Indian Summer last week. Everyone, and everything, seemed to come out to enjoy the sun. Little troupes of mushrooms suddenly appeared in the garden. They crept stealthily out from under trees and a few, bolder types, marched confidentlyContinue reading “Summer Swan Song”
A scented nosegay
Since Lyra lost her sight I’ve been trying to think more about sounds and smells, to be more aware of what she is experiencing. Walking round Norham last week, Lachlan got in on the act and we spent a large part of the walk trying to work out the source of a very particular smell,Continue reading “A scented nosegay”