My answer to my last post – Foxed - was… …ring up Dave. He was born with a screwdriver in one hand and a chisel in the other. He is pr...

So there you are. It is a Sunday teatime. You have waved goodbye to your sister, with whom you have just spent a great weekend in your mot...

I am off to Wensleydale for the weekend with my big sister Kath. Here is something to read while I’m gone… The Comfort of Siblings ...

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courage - the state or quality of mind that enables one to face danger, fear, or vicissitudes with self-possession, confidence and resoluti...

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything wich is...

Has it come? (whisper it) Is it here? Daffs are three bunches for £1, so I can have them everywhere... And my first sweet pea is up. Can y...

I went up to the pond every day last week to check on the frogs, because I was worried the awful winter had killed them off. Finally on S...

When we were playing Scrabble last night I asked Dave about my pet hates, and he said that I have so many they would fill a book. But ...

I said I was going to do lists on the blog this week. I have done three lists and now I can’t think of a list that I have in my head that co...

When Dave is out on his bike he rides with his eyes cast down. When I am on my bike I ride with my head up a la Fotherington-Thomas – Hullo...

I’ve decided that this week the blog will consist of lists. Yesterday was a list of comfort reading. Today - a list of moments from yester...

I’ve not been feeling too chipper lately, and reading Home by Marilynne Robinson didn’t help. It was beautifully written, but far too sad f...

I just found out about the Author Blog Award. If you would like to nominate me for it, dear reader, follow this link. You will need to kno...

In the last year I have progressed from intense grief for the loss of my mother, to a place on the map that is not so bleak. I miss my mothe...

It’s all very well having to write tasks down so you remember them. It’s all very well having to write tasks down on post-its and stick t...

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent. Wittgenstein I will be back when I have something to say that I feel able to share....

Gone back to Wensleydale to do a spot of decorating. Back ASAP.

I worry sometimes about my sense of humour.When I saw this it made me laugh out loud. And then there is slapstick. I always disdained Mr ...

This living in the moment notion is all very well, but when you get a sunny spring day after the l-l-o-o-n-n-g-g-e-e-s-s-t-t and GREYES...

Yesterday afternoon, I went to play with Gil, my 3 year old grandson. We played a weird and hilarious game we concocted together. He wanted ...

I’ve seen some blogs where every post is chirpy, and they read like an exercise in counting blessings. Blogs like that get on my nerves. On ...

Yeah! The snow has thawed, and I am on my way to Wensleydale (option (a) in the last post.) Back next week.

We have had more snow, and I am as disconsolate as a disconsolate sheep. (The snow has even had a deleterious effect on my similes.) Ye...

It’s a jolly good job I’m not taking exams in my quest to learn the sax. At my lesson two weeks ago, Mel said: “I think you’re ready for Rac...