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 ...
Rain, rain and more rain.
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'Covering Scotland in concrete'. A local builders van has a motto that
makes us read it twice.
The days are getting noticeably longer. With every day th...
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...
A day with Anastasia
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even though mummy and daddy were home we still have grandma day.
She knows it’s four days day care and then grandma
It was extremely hot outside so it...
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 ...
Jacket
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Scully here - Not funny. My Mum laughed and laughed when they told her
they'd put a life-jacket on me.
It made my legs go limp.
We tried it again by t...
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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