Christmas Carnival
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I don't know if you can call this a Christmas Carnival but I stopped in at
the local one happening in the town square over the weekend on the way home ...
"I will Make Them Fit For That Price".
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I went for a more stroll this morning in my new walking shoes.
When I got next to the sea I noticed seaweed on the road. The white horses
of waves are ...
Respect
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This video made me pause today. A simple testament to faith in a Spanish
Cathedral where parishioners pay their respects to a blood stained Madonna .
I...
Christmas song #5
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Reality dawned sooner than I thought. Much sooner. The Sunday papers lead
with the discovery that the cost of hotels and airfares are soaring ahead
of th...
Moving 'abroad'.
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I took this photo of Lady M on the very day we left to live in France, in
September 1972. Buying our house hadn't been easy; it was still pre-Common
Mar...
Where and what is Saint-Aignan?
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This is one of the first posts I ever put on my blog, which I started in
the autumn of 2005. It was an attempt to explain what life and commerce is
like he...
It is good to be appreciated.
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It is a long time since I last blogged. I have occasionally taken photos
of what is new in the garden but then ran out of day and oomph and not done
a ...
Visiting
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this morning I headed down to visit my mother in her nursing home
She really is living her best life
Every time I get there? They’re doing something ...
Christmas Fayre
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The English Christmas goodies have started to arrive, I shall have to hide
them, from myself.
Years ago, it was almost impossible to find English Christm...
Guest from Singapore
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I need the wisdom of the crowd. What do you think? There is someone in
Singapore who has been reading my blog for hours and hours, from the first
posts ...
At Long Last, December 4, 2025
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Realizing I've been absent from blogging for months now, I thought I
should show proof of life. This morning, here in Ontario, I am sitting with
my Sant...
Week Plus
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Golly where does the time go? Last Tuesday vanished somehow after
receiving a call from my my late father's younger brother. Uncle N and
Aunty B live i...
Winter is coming!......
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I suppose otters don't feel the cold so much. However, being totally
adorable takes you a long way....
I was sick the Monday before Thanksgiving wi...
Too much excitement
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Our days are usually very quiet and, frankly rather dull. But I don't mind
at all, really. Some days require me to venture outside--to the doctor's
offi...
Books 20-24
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Past Transgressions by Dave Sinclair
Retired spy. Trained killing machine. Pacifist.
Retired MI6 spy Mason Nash moved to a sleepy English town so he cou...
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...
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