Long Time
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It feels like forever since I composed a post. Energy is being consumed by
other things. Routine, changed for Mr B’s arrival, doesn't seem to have
settle...
Moving
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no we aren’t moving. But some friends are. We spent Sunday helping them
move out of their home. They want to down size
Helping was basically putting bo...
A first sighting
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Events in Iran vie with the law suit against Jerome Powell (the Fed
Chairman) as story of the day on the morning radio broadcast.
On Sunday it rains soli...
Persia/Iran
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I first became aware of Iran (Persia as it was then) through a
school-friend, who's father was posted there as a senior UK Air Force
Officer. The Shah...
COOLER
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Yesterday was 32 degrees C. but we still managed a lot between us. Doug
has been busy having a clean out of his workshop and I cooked a leg of
hogget in...
STEW'S LAST WEEK AT HOME
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*Stew goes back to work next Monday. I will actually miss him ... strange
eh? lol*
*But he'll only be back at work 6 weeks before his knee operation...
If I die when would they find my body?
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Well, you all know me, always something organised, always someone to see,
Always something to do .
Since Friday I’ve done absolutely nothing
I feel full ...
Memories of CHM and new developments in Paris
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I got an e-mail yesterday from one of Charles-Henry's nieces who sent new
year's wishes and shared some news. It seems she and her sister went to
Paris i...
Winter Days
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A damp and sunless morning.
There is a list of chores as long as my arm waiting for attention, but my
motivation seems to be running on empty.
I've bee...
Happy New Year!.......
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As you can see, Zoe was not impressed with the New Years celebrations. Oh,
not that we did anything, but you could hear the fireworks from the
partier...
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 ...
Thoughts
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I'm really debating whether to write this post. It's been written in my
head for a few days now, and I'm still trying to quiet it down. My
not-so-simple...
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 ...
Don’t wait - Loss
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My oldest brother died yesterday. This was a shock for everyone. He was 72
years old- a character if there ever was one. He hid how much his COPD had
ad...
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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