So far I have more than enough to do. It's getting warmer now so I can stay out in the garden....well for a few days anyway. I'm not that enthusiastic about gardening
May I suggest, rather than deleting it here, go to your comments page and send it to 'junk'; that way you will keep a record just in case these people can be prosecuted at a later date (which I expect will happen).
I regretted deleting it. Too late. A sharp rebuff or just ignoring it would have been better. And you're right about being prosecuted. I'll keep that in mind next time
Remembering Auntie Glad
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This video of a ninety year old Italian Nonna, excitingly opening her
birthday gifts took me back to auntie Glad. Some years ago now I was
visited by a...
WHOOPS, I HAVE DOUBLE
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*I went through all the 'kiddy panels' I had squirreled away over the years
yesterday.*
*I thought I had about 20.*
*Yeah, wrong. I have at LEAST doubl...
Wild
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KB Community annual Wild Food Gathering was held last Saturday at the home
of a neighbour-ish. Despite it being a short walk away we had the drive to
av...
Beware the wind
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By quarter to six the fields outside the wee house are busy with tractors.
The farmer is planting potatoes. His 17 year old son is out there helping
befo...
For Sale.
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I've mentioned before that I've had more work stolen than I have actually
sold. So, I was pleased to be sent the below.
As a lowly painter, one can ...
WEATHER AND FLOWERS
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Well, luckily, the storm wasn't as bad as predicted and no loss of life
this time. We ended up with a lake for a lawn but it drains away quickly.
A l...
Village paths and streets
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These are some of the streets and paths lead to our village center (called *le
bourg*) which is on the left bank of the Cher river deep into the river
val...
Purple Delight
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Despite late frosts earlier in the month, the ever faithful Clematis has
once again returned.
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of...
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 ...
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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ReplyDeleteGood idea!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, "they" bone chicken parts for us, here. How spoiled, hu?????
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Lucky you
DeleteTime to write your recipe book perhaps?
ReplyDeleteWell I certainly can't complain I don't have enough time!
DeleteOh dear, looks like a touch of boredom setting in there :))
ReplyDeleteIf I ever get that bored I will have already eaten all the biscuits!
DeleteHere, too, the days are longer than ever.
ReplyDeleteSo far I have more than enough to do. It's getting warmer now so I can stay out in the garden....well for a few days anyway. I'm not that enthusiastic about gardening
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ReplyDelete(In response to Anonymous above) - young people are dying too.
ReplyDeleteThat was nasty!! Deleted forever
DeleteMay I suggest, rather than deleting it here, go to your comments page and send it to 'junk'; that way you will keep a record just in case these people can be prosecuted at a later date (which I expect will happen).
DeleteI regretted deleting it. Too late. A sharp rebuff or just ignoring it would have been better.
DeleteAnd you're right about being prosecuted. I'll keep that in mind next time
That just about takes the biscuit!
ReplyDeleteOh, clever! 😂😂
DeletePretty sure by the time this happens. I’ll be eating those crackers lol
ReplyDeleteSince I have loads of yarn in my stash I think I’ll be ok