Lucky
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this morning I decided to find something interesting to watch.
I went into my HBO MAX streaming channel and found a live feed of the
Artemis 2 mission ...
Various missiles
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All the years when there were rockets from Gaza we didn't go to the
shelter. Fifty kilometers from Gaza seemed pretty far away and we just
stood in the ...
Stunned
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Pilates apprenticeship is coming along. Here in the Bay I have 7 students
who are willing to be practiced on. I have a suspicion my teachers are a
bit ...
Nobody bothers them.
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A bright and sunny start to the day. Partridges, pheasants and quail
happily grubbing away in the freshly ploughed fields . In most places
they'd be hunt...
Product Test
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Kimbo had mentioned that he'd bought some frozen Lamb Shanks from Lidl (I
think), and that they'd been delicious.
Then, I just happened to notice that t...
HAVE A GOOD DAY DARLING
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*After 4 weeks and 5 days, Stew is going back to work today.*
*I wonder how long he lasts? Will he come home early, or last the
distance?*
*This morn...
April Showers, Bring May Flowers
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A late night thunderstorm gave us some much needed moisture
The little pond is overflowing.
Soft rainfall makes for happy flowers, and one grateful littl...
Une blanquette pour Pâques
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For our Easter dinner this year, we had a *blanquette de veau*. That's *un
ragoût* (a stew) of veal with carrots and mushrooms. The liquid for the
stew is ...
John Wynne and Graham The Sheep
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Chapel house or ty wynne ( Wynne House) where the remains of John Wynne are
buried
According to Bangor Professor Robert Jenkins the industrial pioneer Jo...
WALKS AND WEATHER
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In spite of the storms we had the previous week and a storm the previous
night we had a wonderful day for last week's Parkinson Walk around the Town
Bas...
Happy Easter
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Wishing everyone a happy Easter this weekend. We are gathering as an
extended family on Sunday at our house. About fourteen of us this year.
There will...
this life and the next
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I grew up watching TV. Even if there were only 3 stations to watch and
they all went off the air at midnight, right after playing the national
anthem.
...
The scent of wisteria.....
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I have never seen my wisteria so full of blooms! I keep the windows and
back door open so that the scent will waft in, and it's the best freakin
air fre...
Books 31-36
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Tango one by Stephen Leather
In different parts of London, three recruits prepare for their first day at
the Metropolitan Police's training centre at H...
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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