Doings

Joan at 95.

An excuse for a family gathering to celebrate Joan’s birthday. The first gathering since Covid re-wrote the rules on travelling,…

4 years ago

Lost and not found…

I’m sorry to report that I’ve lost it.  Finally, gone doolally, bonkers, unhinged, maniacal, deranged, potty and turned into a…

4 years ago

Tulip time…

The heavy rain yesterday knocked off, down one of the tulip tree flower buds. They are magnificent on the tree,…

4 years ago

A morning shopping…

At the Old Railway Line, Three Cocks. In view of the latest news on Covid, and a personal phone call…

4 years ago

Lawn cutting…

Always attracts their attention! Donks should not be fed lawn clippings as they are too rich, too easy to gorge,…

4 years ago

Postpone the pee…

Pause the poo, shudder at the thought of shower. We(e) forgot to book the sewage man! Should be done every…

4 years ago

I’ve taken up jigsaws…

Man-sized ones! Underneath the Sycamores is a stone circle which has become overgrown and weedy. “What shall we do about…

4 years ago

Barn painting

It’s that time again and the barn roof needs painting. I did it three years or so ago, and used…

4 years ago

Shear joy.

The shear joy of taking your coat off on a warm spring day. To cast off the dirty, cumbersome, restricting,…

4 years ago

A new broom.

A new broom sweeps clean, so they say (Ed. - Who’s they? Need some attribution here), but when to replace?…

4 years ago