So far I have more than enough to do. It's getting warmer now so I can stay out in the garden....well for a few days anyway. I'm not that enthusiastic about gardening
May I suggest, rather than deleting it here, go to your comments page and send it to 'junk'; that way you will keep a record just in case these people can be prosecuted at a later date (which I expect will happen).
I regretted deleting it. Too late. A sharp rebuff or just ignoring it would have been better. And you're right about being prosecuted. I'll keep that in mind next time
Nature Friday - Coastal flowers
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For Nature Friday some wild flowers from the Dorset Coast path
Wild Carrot
Wild Carrot - this will eventually be a tall and lacy/foamy umbelifera of
flore...
"Sleep Like A Baby".
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In less than a few months I will be hopefully travelling to Blighty to see
some prog bands and a myriad of other eclectic kinds of music.
Living in ru...
Saint-Aignan : the old and the new
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I got busy this morning and forgot to publish my blog post before now. The
pictures here show the oldest part of the Saint-Aignan château complex. The
w...
The leaflet
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Election season - or at least the run up to it. A tall thin man appears in
the garden as we're settling down to enjoy an evening glass of Sancerre
Rose. ...
Busy In The Kitchen
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I WAS BUSY IN THE KITCHEN TODAY.
MADE VEGETABLE SOUP AND MAYONNAISE, CLARIFIED SOME DRIPPING,
STEWED UP SOME APPLES AND MADE APPLE SAUCE FOR THE FREEZER,
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Have we gone mad?
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This woman being arrested below is 39 year old Lora Johnson. She was being
arrested having been caught spraying orange paint over the revolving sign
at ...
WHITTAKER
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A few weeks ago Doug's youngest grand-daughter and her husband lost their
chocolate Labrador, Whittaker. (Whittaker is a New Zealand chocolate brand)
S...
A Gift From Mrs Smith From Herefordshire
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It’s a small world
*Mrs Smith *from rural Herefordshire was in London last week.
In between French Fancies at Fortnum’s and a quick look at the tweeds a...
BACK TO CAMBRIDGE I GO
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*I'm supposed to be going over to Cambridge for an FBG walk this morning.*
*But as we are forecast to have showers, it might get cancelled. I will
ha...
Going, Going & Gone
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Several years ago, I mentioned to my husband that I thought the big log
store was starting to tilt. He took a look and assured me that I was
mistaken, ...
Cone of Shame
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I don't think he has been more sad in his entire little cat life. Can I
just say having a cat in a cone is a pain in the neck for the humans? This
is a...
Thursday
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I have just finished my assignment, 5493 words which is within the word
count tolerance of 5000 with a 10% either way.
I was expecting to have to do far...
Frosty
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We were in Hokitika last week having coffee with the girls. Usually each
week we go to the same cafe but once in a while we get out of town. We
mostly g...
It's about thyme....
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I have an herb garden, with parsley, lavender, dill, oregano, basil and
thyme. The thyme, oregano and thyme wintered pretty well and are doing
their s...
Pet peeves
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Don’t you just hate it when you have to untangle yarn because there are
extra bits inside
I knew I was in trouble when I saw three ends coming out the mid...
May Days
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Despite late frosts earllier in the month, the ever faithful Clematis has
once again returned.
May Days cometh.
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
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Box factory fire in Kohukohu
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On 2nd April 1937 a serious fire occurred in Hokianga's Kohukohu. It is not
known how the fire started but it originated in the factory that makes
woode...
A bar of Bochox
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Hubby got this 'medicine' for me when he was picking up some refills at
the chemist/pharmacy.
I love that it is 'not to be taken seriously'!!
Another sunny day, another ride
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No punctures this morning and we had a uneventful 34 km ride out through
the Lincolnshire countryside. After all that exercise I felt it was okay
to str...
Books 12-15
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The Paris Apartment by Lucy Foley
Jess needs a fresh start. She’s broke and alone, and she’s just left her
job under less than ideal circumstances. Her h...
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 ...
I write. I create. I observe and record my life, after 40 years, in Greece. I love to create either with my handy craft, cooking or writing. Freeform always. Keep it simple, keep the interest, make it useful. I write about my garden sometimes, my grandchildren and the different culture and traditions. My New Zealand up bringing was so different from this way of life that I do truly feel like an alien at times. Greece is home but so is my kiwi 'homeland'. I am a citizen of both and an alien in both.
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ReplyDeleteGood idea!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, "they" bone chicken parts for us, here. How spoiled, hu?????
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Lucky you
DeleteTime to write your recipe book perhaps?
ReplyDeleteWell I certainly can't complain I don't have enough time!
DeleteOh dear, looks like a touch of boredom setting in there :))
ReplyDeleteIf I ever get that bored I will have already eaten all the biscuits!
DeleteHere, too, the days are longer than ever.
ReplyDeleteSo far I have more than enough to do. It's getting warmer now so I can stay out in the garden....well for a few days anyway. I'm not that enthusiastic about gardening
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ReplyDelete(In response to Anonymous above) - young people are dying too.
ReplyDeleteThat was nasty!! Deleted forever
DeleteMay I suggest, rather than deleting it here, go to your comments page and send it to 'junk'; that way you will keep a record just in case these people can be prosecuted at a later date (which I expect will happen).
DeleteI regretted deleting it. Too late. A sharp rebuff or just ignoring it would have been better.
DeleteAnd you're right about being prosecuted. I'll keep that in mind next time
That just about takes the biscuit!
ReplyDeleteOh, clever! 😂😂
DeletePretty sure by the time this happens. I’ll be eating those crackers lol
ReplyDeleteSince I have loads of yarn in my stash I think I’ll be ok