Time to blurb a little.

I’m not going to talk about the election, because it’s just so depressing.

But I have been working in the garden, in bits and dabs, 20 minutes here, 30 minutes there, and it’s been lovely. The weather has been kind, the sun has shone, and it’s been very therapeutic. I’ve planted a nepeta (catnip) plant in a pot, which Bertie The Cat loves. Also a red hazel. I’ve weeded, dead-headed and cut back massively. Still stuff to do, of course, but the garden is currently looking wonderful. The pink dicentras are going bonkers. The bluebells are out, the tulips are lovely, and everything is budding or in leaf. One of my Christmas presents was a medlar tree, which I left in its little pot to winter in the cold frame, and have not long potted that up in a large pot. It’s going mad. Even fruiting. I dug up a lovely bergenia because the slugs and snails were eating all the leaves. I made sure the roots were clear of any soil and pests, planted it in a pot, protected the pot against invaders, and it’s going berserk. Leaves growing out of every available place. Beautiful. It’s like it’s saying “thank you”.

And we’ve had our wonderful decorator in to do our bathroom and en-suite. I’m so pleased with how they look. He always does an excellent job. He’s quiet, methodical, neat and tidy. He clears up every night before he goes home. With a vacuum cleaner. Yup.  He’s been doing our decorating for nearly 20 years now. Although we don’t have decorating done very often (to put it mildly). I painted our ensuite last time and I’m just crap at that stuff. All of a sudden the vileness of the colour hit me, then I started noticing anew the mess I’d made, so it’s just lovely to have a fresh, new, light colour. It was a peachy sort of colour and is now Dulux “Violet White” but is less white and more lilac. Lovely.  We’ll get him in next year to do our kitchen and utility when we’ve had the kitchen done (finally).

Tomorrow I’m going to try a “folk” size guitar. The 3/4 classical is a good size for me, and has a lovely sweet tone, but has a fat neck, and it’s very difficult to strum. So I’m trying an acoustic with steel strings and will see how that goes. If it’s too big still, I’m going to try a 3/4 size acoustic. Exciting.

Knitting is going well.Finished socks and matching fingerless gloves for YD.

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Logan is coming on apace. We saw him last Monday and Tuesday. He’s wonderful. Very smiley and giggly, and loves being sung to and jiggled about. Tonight he’s had his first solid food – a sweet potato chip. Looks like he enjoyed it . . . he’s already in 9-12 month age clothes, and he’s just 5 months yesterday. We don’t do puny babies in our family. I was a very puny baby, but first hubby was tall, so ED and YD are much taller than me.  IMG_2730


That’s about it I think. Might take/post some photos of the plants if the weather allows.

Time for another blog

I can’t believe it’s been so long since I blogged. But it is, so there you are.

Feeling quite low at the moment. I have a chest infection and mild pleurisy. Doxycyline and co-codamol. But the antibiotics make me nauseous and these things always make me very tired for ages and ages. I’m having to drag myself out of bed in the mornings, and can’t wait until it’s afternoon sleep time. I have been able now, for the past couple of days, to get up, showered and dressed, but haven’t been out of the house for two weeks (except when hubby took me to the doctor’s).

Can’t even knit. And that’s depressing in itself. Luckily I have done all the Christmas knitting, apart from finishing off the wreath I’ve started. My brain just isn’t up to it, and I’m aching and giddy anyway, and my hands and arms hurt.

Instead, I’ve been playing Solitaire on the computer, or on my iPad. My iPad is a first generation one, old now, but works fine. I play Solitaire & Mahjongg on it, look at the BBC news & weather, facebook and my emails. All without moving from my chair!

ED is about to give birth. Due date next Tuesday 18th November. She looks wonderful. Golden, pink, pregnant and blooming. But she’s uncomfortable now and it’s difficult to sleep, sit, stand, eat, anything really. She’s doing relaxation and swimming – casually mentioned that she swam a mile the other week. A mile! when 8 months pregnant! wow. I’ve done some knitting for the baby, which I really enjoyed, and she was delighted with it too. Spot the hat that looks like a boob (intentionally!)

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And here’s a couple of me being a domestic goddess and making raspberry jam. It’s all gone now. It was delicious. When I’m better I’ll make more. I have all the ingredients for the mincemeat – I’ve never made my own before, so it’s all very exciting. When I can stand up for long enough, I’m going to do that too.

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All the Christmas present shopping is now done. Thank goodness for the internet. Lots of parcels arriving, every day now. Wonderful. Just bits and bobs now – little extra bits for people. Can’t be too specific – I don’t know who reads this blog!

That’s about it. No energy, no oomph, no va-va-voom, no knitting or crochet mojo. It’ll all be fine. In a week or two I’ll be my normal self.


Today, for the very first time, I met my great-nephew George. He is absolutely delightful. His mum, my beautiful niece (I have lots of beautiful nieces, this is my sister’s younger daughter), is radiant with motherhood. Fabulous company, a really good laugh, very sensible, and I just love her to bits. I love babies. I love new-borns, right up to toddlerhood. I also love children. It was the best morning I’ve had for a while. Image

My mother came too, and started talking about how Sarah and I had delivered our babies “properly”. Mum had to have a C section with me, and forceps for my sister. Somehow she has felt bad and sad and guilty about this all her life, and I think that’s awful. So I told her about Prof Dr Alice Roberts, who did a documentary about evolution. One of the things she said, and demonstrated with a skeleton, is that the reason human babies aren’t able to walk and stuff immediately after birth, like, say, horses, is because our brain pans, our skulls, are just too big. If pregnancy went on any longer than nine months, the baby’s head would just not fit through the pelvis. Birth is difficult and risky as it is, so we are evolved to give birth before our babies’ skulls get any bigger. As it is, we have a “soft spot”, the fontanelle,  at birth, so that the baby’s skull can fold over itself a small amount.

So there is no such thing, I told Mum, as giving birth “properly”. There’s no such thing as “failing”. If your baby is born, then you’ve succeeded.

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Anyway. Sarah is beautiful, radiant, and a fabulous mother. George is delightful. Smiley, happy, peaceful, a little chunk of loveliness. A little package of honey-coloured boyness.Image