JUST SEWING TODAY
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*Oh thank goodness, today is gunna be a NORMAL day.*
*No one is due here. I don't have to go anywhere. *
*I can sew to my hearts content, and I couldn...
Sagrada Familia
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The problem with being an efficient and older male nurse is that there is
a presumption that the death of a patient doesn’t affect you as much as it
doe...
La tartiflette
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Yesterday for lunch I made an au gratin potatoes dish called *une
tartiflette*. It was invented, or at least named, by the producers of a
cow's milk cheese...
Back in a week
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Into a fifth year. This song being played a lot this morning. Didn't he
look young ? :https://youtu.be/ZvlMnHizVso?list=RDZvlMnHizVso&t=84
Guys out with...
Winter Olympics
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I tend not to watch much sport on TV, other than The 6 Nations Rugby
tournament.
Frankly, the Winter Olympics leaves me cold. I enjoyed a snippet of t...
Cracking on
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today has been a productive day
I’ve been online and through
Door dash
I’ve done an Aldi shop
And a woolies shop.
One load of washing was brought i...
Wild Cattle
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Yesterday we contributed to island economy by attending a 'flower show' and
craft stalls event with 'food stalls' that turned out to be a sausage
sizzle an...
Returning
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Two days of continuous rainfall, water standing ankle-deep, I'm beginning
to think a pair of webbed-feet would be fitting.
Temperatures are unseasonably w...
Medical update
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Went to the doctor to get results of the tests I took in NP a while back.
When the nurse did the usual tests of pulse and bp, they were off the
charts ...
YESTERDAY'S WALK
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I posted my photos straight from my phone before writing the blog and they
have gone on back to front. Never mind. It was another hot day so I had
orga...
The silence before what?
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I'm scared. It's coming in waves. It's been a few weeks or more, and every
headline is even scarier. We're like puppets on a string, dependent on the
de...
It's a bit COLD
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I thought I would quickly pop back here for an update. We are having
another good old fashioned winter again. LOTS of snow in "southwestern
Ontario" wit...
From the 50s to the 20s......
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This photo is from a party my friend held at her beautiful home ~ we all
knew each other from work. Not long that after this party she and her
husban...
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 ...
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 ...
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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