Sunday, 17 September 2017

Delete. Delete. Delete.

If anyone wondered where I was,
I have been Kondoing my Inbox.
I had to because my computer said it was full
and could neither absorb nor discharge any further information.

I understood how it felt.

There were 8835 messages there going back eight years.
Of course there must have been many more.
I certainly do delete as I go, but for some reason
these had resisted the routine culling.

It was, and is, a sobering experience. 
All life is there,
from the mundane to the momentous.
There is no easy way to approach this task.
I cannot risk taking out the box wholesale.
I have found some vital documents and some useful contacts.
I have been reminded of happy times and sad.

The computer has dropped a couple of dress sizes
and is feeling more comfortable, but I must press on.
We're aiming for a size 8.
People send funnies, and each of these links was opened and examined.
Mercifully many of them had expired.
Here are a couple that were brought blinking into the spotlight.
You'll notice a common theme:

 Retiree Bathtub Test

During a visit to my doctor, I asked him, 
"How do you determine
whether or not a retiree should be put in an old age home?"

"Well," he said, "we fill up a bathtub, 
then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the retiree 
and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."

"Oh, I understand," I said. "A normal person would use the bucket
 because it is bigger than the spoon or the teacup."
"No", he said. "A normal person would pull the plug out.
Do you want a bed near the window?"


If it goes quiet again, you'll know where to find me.

Also - 32,544 photos.

Delete. Delete. Delete.

Saturday, 2 September 2017

Wot! No haywain?*

Overheard one disgruntled visitor saying,
'Isn't there supposed to be a cart there?'.

This was an interesting programme about a possible lost Constable painting
 from the BBC1 Fake or Fortune series.

* See Mr Chad

Wednesday, 30 August 2017


A very happy Bank Holiday weekend with fine weather
and a succession of visits from all the (male) members of the family.
Daughter-in-law and grandaughter on their way back from Edinburgh today.
Younger son returned to New York.
Weather cold and rainy.
Perhaps that was summer's last shout.

Thursday, 24 August 2017

Late summer jollity

There's no doubt that summer is winding up.

But the fine weather is holding up

and the colours are intensifying.

So there's still something to bring a smile to our faces.

We went to see a show at the Camden Fringe last night.
My very first new-mum-friend's son, Thomas Joyce, was performing.
He didn't have an easy start in life thirty years ago
but now has a PhD and a thriving sideline as a stand up comedian.
There's one more show tonight in London
and then a late night performance in Edinburgh on the 25th.
Made me laugh. 

Monday, 14 August 2017

I couldn't resist. . .

. . .the dust jacket on this book,

this celadon jug on the bric a brac stall,

a go on this swing.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Summery summary

From Soulemama came this idea to knit a hat,
The Happiest Hat, in the round, in Fair Isle using up oddments.
Not something I've ever done before.
I cast on the requisite number of stitches,
because surely I can count,
and found to my horror,
 several ticklish rounds later, that I was five short.
Never mind I thought. I have made a start.
I will carry on and it will just have to be for a smaller head.
I had just such a one in mind.

From Cornflower came this book recommendation.
I lay down on the grass directly. No rug.
Not something I usually do.
It is that sort of book.

From Laughingkidslearn came all sorts of craft ideas
for entertaining granddaughter last week.

 And from my correspondent in India quite coincidentally, 
came a video demonstrating the art of rangoli
which gives me an idea for all that rainbow rice
now that the grandaughter is on tour again.

A little memento left by my computer.

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Saturday, 22 July 2017

Light and shade (and a short rant)

Where it is acceptable -
the flaking paint on this walled garden door at Nostell Priory

And where it is not -
the flaking, chipped, blistered, rusting paint job in the bath
at our Airbnb.

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

The Favourite Walk revisited

This was the view for a worryingly long time,
squashed into a hedgerow, wing mirror folded and holding in our stomachs
as caravans and 4x4s inched down a lane
wholly inadequate for the traffic, which had been diverted by a field fire.

'Go on, you could get a bus through there,'
was the helpful advice yelled from the car in front to each anxious
new driver as they advanced towards us grimacing.
'I only came out for a pie and a pint,' was the cheery and more typical
reaction from one man as he made it past us.

A huge sigh of relief went up as we saw the motorhome ahead of us 
accelerate away in a wider stretch.
The wide rolling hills of the South Downs as they hoved into view
were never more welcome.

I've checked back, and it seems to be six years since we last did this walk,
or perhaps I didn't record it here.

The V-shaped view to the sea

opens just as satisfactorily as it ever did,

and the view to the Seven Sisters seems little changed,
but for the fact that there were two large cliff falls
further along at Birling Gap recently.

Two military planes briefly shattered the peace.

It was still a lovely walk but something vital was missing.

It was the company of our sons.