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The gnomes are on the move, the scarified lawn is having its first cut of the Spring and now we could just do with a bit less murkiness in the mornings and I shall believe that Spring has sprung for sure.
I remember when the children were small and still getting up at 6-ish in the mornings sitting on the back doorstep in the Summer watching them tumbling in the sunshine, yes even at that ungodly hour!
Distance lends charm, if I think about it seriously I used to long to be back in bed. Mothers of small children are always sleep deprived but I am glad now that I didn’t miss those golden mornings, even if I was a bit grumpy at the time!
No golden sunshine this morning and no grand-children either. They had half an hours lie in and went straight to school, in their place we had Uncle Robber, on his way to his weekly Health and Safety Course, sitting at the kitchen table trying to work out his mileage over the last 10 weeks. Apparently even with all his electronic gizmos the answer comes out different every time, so three heads and several pieces of paper later we had a consensus. It is nice to feel useful.
My Other Half is just making another pot of coffee, Geoff is here fettling the garden and Kate is going to drop in and some one is coming to sell us some glass, it is all go here, I had better go and brush my hair.
I watched the news the other day, about ‘Lonely Pensioners’ and I felt very sorry for them. Some times circumstances do conspire against one and I feel quite Blessed that my life is as it is, but you do have to make an effort yourself sometimes, and I wonder how many of these ‘lonely’ people sit waiting for things to happen, expecting that life will come to them. It doesn’t always happen and just in case you wonder, I am a Pensioner but a very fortunate one. Thanks!
I am stunned and amazed! Auntie Pat is here visiting from her Italian mountain top, and the weather, instead of sparkling sunshine and warmth has deteriorated into a freezing monsoon.
Usually the moment that she hoves into view the weather turns lovely and makes us out to be terrible fibbers, us telling her how awful it has been with hail and gales and the cold.
And even more surprising, her daughter ringing to make sure that she had arrived alright announced that they have exactly the same as us there!
And wouldn’t you know it but Auntie Pat only packed one long-sleeved jumper and apparently the shoes she has with her are totally unsuitable for the rain!
I must admit that even I have become totally reliant on the fact that the minute she arrives Summer starts and you would think that at my age I should have learnt to take nothing for granted.
But wouldn’t it be delightful to have a few balmy days with no complications. I could fettle the gnomes in the garden and put out the sandpit and sit on the veranda and watch the grand children playing. ‘Oh Frabjous Day’
Happy New Year to you all.
I haven’t blogged much over Christmas, I have been wallowing in a plethora of television repeats and eating over the last couple of weeks, only surfacing a couple of times to rejoin the real world!
On Saturday we went to the Prestwood antique fair at Stafford, following all the diversion signs avoiding the floods and seeing pretty but rain-soaked village on the way. We didn’t buy much but stopped at every other stall to gossip and I began to think that we would never get home.
And as we had visitors coming for tea it was a bit imperative that we got home slightly before they arrived, if only to light the fire and put the kettle on. And of course we did, and spent the rest of the day reminiscing and eating. Most enjoyable.
Sunday morning we had arranged to go with our ‘potaholic’ neighbour and her husband to Ryton antique fair. She is doing a survey of all the local fairs with an eye to standing one of them. You may remember, the last time we stood Ryton was in the Summer, that one day last year that was so hot that the metal clad hall was like a pressure cooker and no-one came, but yesterday to my relief and pleasure it was heaving.
And Margaret and her husband thoroughly enjoyed themselves, and they came home festooned with carrier bags full of – pots of course and she is seriously considering standing it at some time in the future.
I bought a Scrap Book full of cuttings about a cartoon character called ‘Buster Brown’ who appeared in the New York Herald in about 1904 apparently he was very popular and all the children wore ‘Buster Brown’ shoes and clothes and followed his adventures avidly. I had never hear of him before but loved the colourful graphics.
I am convinced that computers have a complete life of their own and rather like the gnomes in the garden, when no one is around they and it, rearrange themselves into different configurations. I seem to have got the hang of the gnomes but the computer defeats me. I have lovely pictures of Buster Brown neatly filed in the computer but apparently I can no longer down load them onto my blog! So sorry you will have to google him for yourself if you want to see him!
We have been grateful to have a break over Christmas, standing fairs is hard work, but we have also been bored. And that brings me to the other reason that I haven’t blogged very much, apart from sheer laziness, that is. My Other Half has become addicted to playing ‘Angry Birds’ on the computer and every time I think, I have time to blog now, he is sitting in the corner clicking away!
It is time that we did a fair, we are driving each other mad! About two weeks time, Derby, Round House, perhaps we will see you there!
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