Sudden and unexpected.
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"We'll know more about the explosions in Venezuela tomorrow morning " says
the news reader on the six am radio broadcast. The New Year is already fast
lo...
The poor dear. Just look at that sweet face!
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Here we are, just into 2026, and I already have a wonderful story for you.
Just so you know what a totally bonkers country we're living in; I offer
t...
Happy New Year!.......
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As you can see, Zoe was not impressed with the New Years celebrations. Oh,
not that we did anything, but you could hear the fireworks from the
partier...
Another year gone
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no. Not Christmas.
Lots more got packed away today
All that’s left is the Christmas trees and wreath
It all looks so sad now. But the room is sudde...
Nudging Into 2026
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I’ve worked the last two nights so I’m back home properly today.
I have no news apart from the fact I’ve just booked my ticket to see the
lisping choir ...
THIS IS EXCITING
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*YES! I have drivel today! 😂😊*
*A little while ago I asked Steve if he could build me a new work table, to
replace the large trestle I usually wor...
Books 25-30
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Let Her Go by Willow Rose
A missing five-year-old girl is the key to unlocking a detective’s
terrifying past…
When Detective Billie Ann Wilde receives ...
Ring Out The Old, Ring In The New
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And so another year is coming to an end.
I'm grateful to look back
Our great-grandchildren have filled our days, bringing new spirit and much
happiness i...
Taking a wintertime break
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I've decided to take a break in January. Don't be surprised if you don't
get posts on a daily basis. I'm finding it harder and harder to work with
the Blog...
Jacket
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Scully here - Not funny. My Mum laughed and laughed when they told her
they'd put a life-jacket on me.
It made my legs go limp.
We tried it again by t...
Nameless Cat
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About six months ago, we were given an adult cat from someone who rehomes
them. The cat seemed rather docile and he definitely bonded with me.
We never ...
Thoughts
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I'm really debating whether to write this post. It's been written in my
head for a few days now, and I'm still trying to quiet it down. My
not-so-simple...
Xmas decorations
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Greymouth has 3 main streets in town. On the way home from work at night
I've been stopping to take photos of some of the shop window decorations.
It'...
A Birthday Present.
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I reached the grand old age of 62 last Friday. Like that great English
folk singer Sandy Denny once sang:
"Who knows where the time goes?"
I received ...
Don’t wait - Loss
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My oldest brother died yesterday. This was a shock for everyone. He was 72
years old- a character if there ever was one. He hid how much his COPD had
ad...
Quince, Life, and Puppy Dog Tales
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The season of mellow mists inevitably means that I suddenly have a deep
desire to store food in the form of jams, pickles and syrups. It also
means that...
Friday prayers
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Look at sales figures, origins, annual reports, statements from company
chairmen; become armchair investors and see what you would do yourself,
annual ...
Aoteaora's first Maori police woman
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Evelyn Mete Kingi was born Evelyn Owen in Moerewa and has been described as
a woman of resilience and character.
She was born in 1922 and joined the thir...
Farewell My Friends
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After blogging for nearly six years, I have decided to retire. Blogging
filled an empty spot in my life after losing my husband, but that has
changed...
Japandi Bedroom Makeover
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*Do you want a break from politics and British summer weather? Read on...*
“Another mural? Are you pulling my leg?”
Colin was back last month to decor...
Catching up!
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Oh dear, nearly six months since I last posted a blog. It is not that I
have been bothered to write to you. Oh no. It is because words have been
absent ...
Professing !
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Actual professing.
There are times when every learned person has the duty of stepping up to
the line and of explaining the intricacies of life from the...
Internal Garden Monologue
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If you had told me 5 years ago, I would be sitting in a house, at a table
over looking a front garden in Scotland, I would have laughed my socks
off. I...
A Note of Sadness
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One of the problems about getting so involved with these m/s recipe books
is that I feel as though I almost know the women who wrote them. I can see
how th...