BATHROOM FLOORING IN TODAY
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*It was going to be flooring day in the bathroom today.*
*But now it's not.*
*Cos the courier company have LOST our flooring.*
*'J', the bathroom re...
Seeing Spots
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If you are a regular visitor to my blog, undoubtedly you know we share our
property with White-tailed deer.
Several years ago I counted a herd of forty, r...
The Flower Show
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Last year’s winner cups are starting to come in. In just two weeks or so
the 50th Trelawnyd Flower Show will take place. The new arts judge, an
elderl...
Baking Repost - Doofer Sauce
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A blog post or three ago I mentioned in replies to comments that there are
some foods I am happy to keep all to myself. Baked spuds with garlic sauce
and...
The days go by
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My days are pretty much the same.
Get up feed animals
Feed mum and give her meds
Spend the morning doing dressed housework
Feed mum give her meds
Afte...
Strawberries, gulls and the Cyclades.
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First thing in the morning the town belongs to the gulls and the local dog
owners. From the way the gulls strut around the streets it's clear who they
t...
Seafood in a Paris market
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I haven't been back to Paris since 2019. Or to the U.S. The pictures here
are some that I took in 2016, coincidentally on July 9 that year. It was
one ...
Bee keeping autrefois, and other matters.
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About 40 years ago I was helping a couple of ex-Parisians leave their
beautiful old farmhouse next door to us, and move down to the mountainous
area of ...
Scruffy The Laundry Cat!
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A cat's work is never finished.
Scruffy is a Maine Coon. Which is an American breed of cat. You would
not believe much one of these cats or kittens co...
St Lukes Anglican Church
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This church is a tiny little one down a quiet country road in Whataroa and
was dedicated on 10th July 1919.
These stained glass windows were apparen...
ANOTHER BUSY WEEKEND
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Saturday was much as usual. Didn't go to the market but did an early
Supermarket shop. I bought both lamb mince as well as a couple of pieces
of boned la...
Mykonos....
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If I had a dollar (or a euro) for each church we saw on our travels through
Greece, I may have been able to cover half of the cost of the entire trip!
T...
It's July!
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It is now the second day of July and we've had some lovely hot days as
well as some big rains. This year I planted my vegetable garden in rows,
instead ...
Another day
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In recent days, we have been 30 adults in the neighborhood shelter and 15
children, the oldest of whom is 8 years old and the youngest is a
one-month-ol...
It sucks getting old
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I have spent the largest portion of my life healthy and unconcerned about
any problems related to my health. At 73, I thought I was doing quite well,
bu...
Books 4-8
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Double Agent by Jack Mars
At the outset of the Cold War, in the ruins of postwar Europe, rookie CIA
Agent Tyler Wolf must navigate a precarious partners...
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...
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