Chuckle
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January has left with a bit of whimper and for me it’s been good riddance
to bad rubbish.
I still feel lethargic and a little *“ out of sorts” *but already ...
BETTER LATE THAN NEVER RIGHT?
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*Sorry, I slept in... so we are running a bit late today...*
*NEW MONTH, NEW WEEK, NEW MACHINE.*
*I am super excited to be getting my new sewing machine ...
A smile that's infectious.
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It remains miserably wet although not as cold as it has been. In weather
like this the students, sensibly, opt to lie in. Parking this morning is a
doddl...
98.5 kgs
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Right; my weight-loss programme starts today.
I have weighed myself this morning (98.5 kgs. 15.6 stones) and, as from
today, will drink no alcohol, an...
Resolutions
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Because you have inspired me to clean and organise, I decided to work on a
specific spot in the craft room
It’s where bags of stuff get thrown and then...
Walked My Legs Off
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Scully here - school holidays have crimped our routine but I try to remind
F every day that walking is the best thing to do in all the world.
Most days I...
Weekend weather
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Since Christmas we've had more bad weather days like the ones were having
this weekend than not. Cold rain is getting me down again. And we still
have Febr...
Wintering
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I'm beginning to get cabin fever, and just as slightly warmer temperatures
arrive, an entire new weather system is headed our way.
More snow, and sadly c...
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...
IT HAS FINALLY STOPPED RAINING
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Thursday and the rain has finally stopped. Settlements to the north are
cut off by slips and bridges washed away and many houses have silt through
them. ...
Nameless Cat update
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Hubby came in from his daily morning adventures with some news about 'the
cat.'
Sadly, it wasn't good news.
His lifeless body had been placed at our m...
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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