Next weekend we shall be at Bowman’s Antique Fair,  Stafford Showground, all being well!

I am praying that the snow goes away, it puts me and the customers off.

Everything is such an effort when it is cold.  We have started loading, put some Glass in the car and I have some books and maps ready but it is, a scurry out throw things in and back in the warm a.s.a.p.

It would be really good to be able to open the doors and make haste slowly.

This Winter seems to have gone on forever and just when I feel that we are on an up and Spring might be nearly here, we get another burst of nasty weather.

Still I have been around long enough to know that, this is an English Winter with all its Quirks!

And as my Other Half says “Stop moaning Woman!”



And so I am pottering about in my kitchen, door to the veranda open for the dogs – when suddenly a Blackbird strolls in!

Imagine the chaos that ensued?

For a moment everything was still, then the Blackbird realised where it was and panicked, the dogs realised what it was and panicked and for a minute or so the kitchen was a blur of dogs and feathers.

I threw the dogs out and slammed the door, threw a tea towel over the bird,  scooped it off the top of the toaster rushed around to the backdoor and carefully let it go.

Completely unharmed, except a few feathers and its dignity, it flew off shrieking.

The dogs spent the next hour wandering in and out of the kitchen rather perplexed whilst I scrubbed bird poo off of almost every surface!

So if anyone has any handy hints about the removal of Bird S.*.*.t out of a toaster? Meanwhile we are using the grill.

And the moral of the story, never startle a nervous bird!!!



Neither of us are good at routine, worse now since we have only ourselves to please and so the Dogs being here has forced us into some sort of fixed routine most days, no bad thing really.  It is not good for us Pensioners to get set in our ways!

However the end is in sight, and weather permitting they will be moving into their house sometime over the next week, maybe!

All hinges on the weather, never a good thing in England.  We need a few nice days so that the sea of mud that is their garden can be sorted and off they go.

I shall be glad and sad.  I have enjoyed the company and come to love the dogs, demanding as they are but it will be nice to be able to come and go without a master plan and timetable.

Also we are coming up to a run of big Antique Fairs and sorting, loading and unloading will be easier without canine help.

Those dogs are as curious as any cat that we have ever had, they are into everything and clever as a cart load of monkeys.

Anyway Bowman’s Antique Fair at Stafford Showground next Friday, Saturday and Sunday, 23rd/24th/25th March, we are looking forward to it.

My friend Berni, you might want to pop over to her site and enjoy her ramblings too.

Rose-tinted ramblings of a Less Ordinary Life

Daffodils - Wordsworth

art, painting, snowdrops acrylic painting of snowdrops by me

It’s supposed to be Spring, yet (and not for the first time at this time of year) it’s snowing, halting the daffodils in their push to shine bright in our gardens and roadside borders.  Its rare, to be fair, for us here in Mid Wales to have many, if any daffodils in flower for St Davids Day , 1st March.  Yet every year, as the daffs begin to poke their snouts out of the cold ground in January we hope impatiently and unrealistically , that they will be bobbing their sunny heads in the early days of Spring, before winter has said its final farewells.  They never do.

So today, the very last of February , there is a blanket of snow covering the grass, hiding the daffodils with their still covered heads, and camouflaging the snowdrops.

Tomorrow is St Davids Day, and living…

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I am slowly retrieving my life, from the winter weather and family commitments (the dogs).

Yesterday morning my Other Half and I went to browse the Monday morning Antique Fair at Stoneleigh, all under cover but bitterly cold.  Glad that I wasn’t standing but there were some very covetable things there.

No glass but I bought some bits of ephemera, a lovely 1937 Liberty’s catalogue, some newspapers and a bag full of random bits of paper from maps to magazines from the 1930’s, to a parchment lease for somewhere in London dated 1840.  A nice haul to sit by the fire and sort.

And as always we got talking and met a couple of Dealers who might be useful in the future.

One in particular buys in France and had a whole pile of lovely maps but sadly I was a few minutes too late and someone bought them as I walked up to his stall.   I got chatting  to him though and  he told me that he often came across them and might be getting some from the 1930’s and he would contact me.  Very useful.

And Robert and his lady spent his day-off sorting out our televisions,  Our system was all a bit Heath Robinson-ish.  Basically televisions balanced on heaps of random wires and obsolete machines.  I have mentioned before that we are not very technically minded!

Any way now I have several bagsful of redundant random wires, controls and machines and two televisions that work, fingers crossed without being juggled and jiggled and I am totally grateful.

The snow has gone, the large lake of standing water has drained away off the grass and fingers crossed it might even be the beginning of Spring.  I am not getting too excited though the weather men are forecasting another winter storm this time blowing in from the Atlantic.

And on a loop, repeat ‘March winds………………………………………..



I am touching wood, fingers crossed!  We have been very lucky here in the Midlands weather-wise up to now.

We have a covering of snow, a crackling of frost and howling wind but compared to some nothing out of the winter ordinary really.

That is not to say that I am not totally fed up with it.

I can quite see why in the olden days housewives did Spring Cleaning.  I am desperate to throw open all the doors and windows and let some fresh air blow through the house.  And to see washing pegged on the line blowing dry in the wind instead of freezing solid or hanging limply.

Or even to step out of the house without the rigmarole of donning coats and boots and I think longingly of Summer when I don’t even bother with shoes most of the time.

But my New Year Resolution was not to wish the year away, it moves on quickly enough without my help and so I am just hoping that ‘March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb’ to quote old weather lore.

Probably said long ago by someone who was as fed up with Winter then as I am now!

It was The Flea, in Skipton yesterday.  Never been as far north as Skipton for an Antique Fair before and I would just love to have gone and stood this one, organised by Ben Wray and Helen Bowman at the cattle market  There is another in April and then one in July, I think.  I am planning to take some of our stuff and stand that one.  Perhaps take a few days to look around the area and then on the Sunday stand the Fair.

Everyone who has stood there and this is the second one, seems to love it and though it is way off our patch it would be a good adventure and so if all the omens line up,  age, relatives, dogs, weather etc.  I want to be there.  I’ve pencilled it in, I think that is called a plan.

And although I would love to have gone, as well as not being very keen on cold weather I am still festooned with dogs.  Robert and his lady reckon another 10 days or so and they should be moved with dogs into their new house.

I can’t deny it, I shall miss the dogs in many ways.  They are joyful and kind and full of fun and the house will feel emptier without them –  but – they have eaten my garden and walked mud in everywhere and it will be a delight to be able to have all the doors open again and have visitors that don’t have to face running the gauntlet of three large  and inquisitive/nosey dogs.

And the poor Postman will be pleased as well,  they have taken a complete dislike to him and bark him all to the letter box and then carry on until he is completely out of sight.

We can sink back into Pensioner life when they have gone.  Lunch at the pub, tele in the afternoon and the odd Antique auction or Fair.  Sounds a bit boring to be truthful, I like a bit of something going on and to be busy.

Not all the time you understand but perhaps half and half would be good!


Bright but bitterly cold and windy today.  We are off to Katy’s house for lunch, a treat for our birthdays which were both last week.

I thought seeing as how I am not Dog Wrangling today I would wear something nice and Sunday going out-ish.   Then I went up and added a jumper, and then a scarf and then took it all off and added warmer layers and now I look like the largest of the Russian ‘Babouska’ dolls!  But I am warm.

Still the good thing is that the wind will dry out the rather water-logged lawn, or perhaps more honestly I should describe it as a mud patch.

Have you ever watched that episode of the ‘Good Life’ where Margot, the posh one from next door, helps Barbara and Tom with the potato harvest in the mud. Her teetering about slipping and sliding is me on my muddy patch.  I am touching wood here because as yet I haven’t fallen over!  And if I do I shall be back here tomorrow cursing for sure!

I am waiting for my Other Half, he has gone to Morrison’s with a bit of a shopping list, Kate forgot bread and we have run out of milk etc.

On the way to Kate’s we are going to pass Tesco but apparently he has ‘took agin them’ I have no idea why.  I am not too keen on any Supermarket but as he is our resident expert, I am taking his word for it.

And as I typed those words, he came rushing in and after a chaotic twenty minutes insisted on zooming off and I never got to post this post and so I though that I would just continue!

Day 2 so to speak.

And I needn’t have worried at all about what I wore because as we sat around the groaning table (Kate had laid on a kind of buffet, a table full of all our favourite things) I reached for the Brine Aged Feta Cheese and tipped the brine all over me and himself and so we carried the faint aroma of cheese with us all day and later when we got home the dogs thought we smelt delicious.

All day yesterday it tried to snow and finally this morning we woke to a covering and apparently the side roads are treacherous.  I haven’t ventured out onto even the veranda yet today but my Other Half stoically went around the corner for his newspaper and has reported back. Freezing cold and horrible.

And now I seriously must finish this, it is turning into a small novelette and even I am becoming bored with it.






I feel there is hope for me yet!

Kate came at tea-time yesterday straight from picking the children up from school,  in time to eat macaroni cheese and birthday cake on their way for a check up at the Dentist.

However. it turns out that they should have been there the day before, Kate misread her diary and the Dentist mixed up sending her a reminder, and so they apologised to each other and made another date for the middle of March.

Just the sort of thing that I do and blame on my age, as I say there is obviously hope for me yet.

And surely by the middle of March we will be on the way to getting rid of these bitingly cold days.  The sun is shining but it is so cold, I have just been upstairs and put another layer of jumpers on.  I just can’t seem to keep warm.

Earlier in the week the dogs had large knuckle bones each as a treat.  Chewing these kept them quiet for hours but today there are only a few sad fragments left and apparently Fudge has snaffled the best bit and the others are circling, hopeful that he will give it up.

Actually even they really know that is so unlikely but just in case they have forgotten he looks up every now and again and shouts at the top of his voice at them and in between keeps up a very impressive low level growling.  Sounds very fierce indeed and even if I wanted his spitty bit of bone I  definitely wouldn’t dream of challenging him.




The Yaks Milk Chews lasted long enough for me to shower in peace, however after thorough inspection by the dog committee it transpired that I had apparently washed off all the delightful aroma of Dog and had to be re-anointed before I could be let into the tribe again.  I argued that I didn’t mind not being in the inner sanctum,  but they did mind and suitably slobbered on I am in the gang again!

One of the reasons that Robert had to dash off to the new house yesterday was to be there for when the Fridge/Freezer was delivered. Like all large deliveries these days they give you a time, between inconvenient and terribly inconvenient!  However it duly arrived sometime in the said slot,  but when unwrapped was the wrong colour.

And so today at an even more inconvenient time/times it should be delivered again, hopefully the right colour this time, not even a difficult colour, white actually but due to the only times the Firm could do today Robert had to be poised at their new house for delivery from 7am.

Now that isn’t bad at all if you have actually moved in but being 20 odd miles away, meant us all getting up at silly o’clock and a whole day of time adjustments for us all to compensate.

The dogs and I are sitting at home watching them all rush in and out, rather like the tide.

More coffee for me and another slurp of water out of the old bird bath for them.  Apparently it is delicious but on balance I am sticking to the coffee!