Love is love
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I spotted this little mural on the front of a Chorus utility box in the
suburbs of Christchurch last time we were there just before Christmas.
Unfortu...
I DID THINK ABOUT IT
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*DOGSTARS made a comment yesterday about my rusty bits, and how I could
have re-homed them.*
*Yes, I did consider that, but at the end of the day I ju...
"I Live For The Weekend".
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This was my Friday night drinking session last night:
Lidl Diet Cola.
Well it's a change from the non-alcoholic stuff and a heck of a lot
cheaper. Less...
Faghags and Staghags
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I think most mature women with any sense will have one gay man as a friend.
These women are not *faghags *( the derogatory name for a woman who spends
m...
Date
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You may recall that a guy gave me his phone number before Christmas and
said that if I wanted to go for coffee to send him a text. Well because I
was b...
Wind blown.
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Overnight the wind has blown down the safety barriers around the trench
that's being dug for the new electricity cable. The area outside the kebab
shop l...
La (première) choucroute de 2025... chez nous
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I did something different with my raw *choucroute* this year. I cooked it
in apple cider. Normandy cider, of course. It was labeled as cidre doux,
meaning ...
Home alone
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Yes, it's happened again. Cro has been left 'home alone' whilst Lady Magnon
goes galivanting in Singapore and Thailand. She's off to see Boo Boo, the
Ch...
TODAY'S HAUL
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We hadn't planned on going to the Growers' Market this morning as we had
been promised rain however it was still dry so this is what we bought: a
bunch ...
Slow start
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This morning hubby and I had a big sleep in
We probably would of slept even longer but a phone call woke us up
First week back at work and the place was ...
Timeless Treasures
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I have a fondness for English Staffordshire Ware.
One look at those pastoral village scenes, and I'm transported back to my
grandmother's kitchen, where ...
Telecom Boxes
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Street furniture provides surfaces that invite decoration. Deliberate
design, it seems, is generally respected by the few graffiti-ists who might
ply the...
Our nights
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These are the chocolate eggs I bought today at the little store here that
has everything. I'll put every two eggs in a bag, and I hope I don't forget
the...
Saturday Night Fun-Not!!
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I'd been having weird pains in my collarbone and jaw in the early evening.
About 10pm things kind of sky rocketed. I couldn't get a deep breath, my
u...
Happy Anniversary to us, and to Peg and Rick :-)
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Our anniversary (the first one, lol) is Dec. 1. We rarely remember it. It
occurred to me a week later, and Romeo didn't even recall when I mentioned
...
Huinga Tunnel
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Access to the end of Raupuha Road was not possible until 1883, when the
Huinga tunnel was driven, following a trial drive. Not much is known about ...
RIP Mr John Kerr
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REHIA SETTLER DROWNED - Auckland Star Volume 55, Issue 82, 5 April 1924,
Page 11
(Back in 1924 there was a terrible flood in Dargaville.) So far there ha...
December 23, 2024
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This will be a great big post with probably not another one for a few
weeks, so get comfy…
It took about three to four weeks for the plague to leave ...
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...