tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51018838774265526262024-03-14T12:33:18.620+00:00Eternally 28Mostly show and tell stuff.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger822125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-87659278975059130252024-02-17T08:47:00.000+00:002024-02-17T08:47:53.794+00:00Baby update with 6 weeks to go<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogNr5gvPy0Rz2ygV9zpcAst1JK5CpH-jEkQmD_sxR7kPae25WA4RIMKBAbPfXltl2vA81g-nMLt1S4GorSbDZ85S4fy_lpNOqIEDAQl50ARddipyrxmHEnHdiwTdVnpmwMKI6EWxI6CD75vvzLWAjfEyMOb9azSAg-NFGXVK1zsnKsu72qFm8-vzcZ_rq/s2436/IMG_0110.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgogNr5gvPy0Rz2ygV9zpcAst1JK5CpH-jEkQmD_sxR7kPae25WA4RIMKBAbPfXltl2vA81g-nMLt1S4GorSbDZ85S4fy_lpNOqIEDAQl50ARddipyrxmHEnHdiwTdVnpmwMKI6EWxI6CD75vvzLWAjfEyMOb9azSAg-NFGXVK1zsnKsu72qFm8-vzcZ_rq/s320/IMG_0110.png" width="148" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The wait is unbearable for the HG. For me it is zooming by so fast. Mum to be is blooming nicely. She’s a lovely big round bump and she’s sent me videos of that magical happening of the visible movements of baby. My sister drove my mum and I over for the ( new fangled these days ) baby shower. Her best friends had taken the reins and organised it. It was at the South Causey Inn if anyone knows it. We’ve eaten there a few times. It’s a lovely big sprawling destination pub that does weddings and occasions as well as traditional pubness! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It gladdened my heart and soul to see she is so loved dearly by all her friends. There were 22 of them! She had expressed that she was not expecting or wanting gifts but if people wanted to, then they were invited to bring a copy of their favourite childhood story, to write a message in it, to start off their own library. I didn’t buy her anything because I don’t believe in baby showers ha. I’ve already been buying little bibs and bobs when I’ve seen them in the sale and not forgetting we bought her the excruciatingly expensive travel system! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway, what I did gift to her was the baby record books I’d had when she was born. There were two. I’d diligently filled them in until she was probably walking! We used to use double print or triple print photos - you’d send your film away plus a cheque or postal order - remember those!!!!- and you’d get your photo plus a smaller print back and we used the smaller ones in these books or to give to relatives! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">( Poor child of mine number 2, Mr 26, I think had a book but it was nowhere near as filled in as Miss 29! )</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway I also gave her the record book from the baby clinic too. Mr 26’s was one of the new ‘red book’ style. Her’s was just a paper book. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">We had afternoon tea. They brought it out on tiny little picnic tables. I say tiny- they were huge. I gasped at how much there was between two only to double gasp when I discovered it was one each! Needless to say xtra boxes were provided to bring things home! It was one of the best Afternoon Tea’s I’d tasted. There was a warm cheese and onion quiche that was divine. The bread was fresh and soft. The fillings were generous. There was cheese and grapes, macarons, raspberry buns, lemon meringue, divine chocolate tiffin, scones, sausage roll, a huge chocolate chip cookie, chocolate mousse tart and then the friends had organised a baby shower cake too! There were games of guess the baby. A little hopes and dreams and a-z baby names booklet to fill in for her to keep. I started off the names sensibly but think the sugar rush from the cake or prosecco sent me giddy and I went rogue and completed the rest with comedy names! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbvEqmtQa5maTLS2lIdfelThHmiW3xtmcJ488lZ5EP9QZVCg56GeGMVpaZSliiZQKL7xbrf4JxZU9MD6r0GLQzpryDZkGLn6DBXFlWltaVeX1lmXuKvGfnQDjU4S4M8WHOZw_ckE2L83T87W3KUtWsN9059Qgyd8YwASO4j0UxVOGyPKNSKoS-zhx3fE6/s4032/IMG_9896.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbvEqmtQa5maTLS2lIdfelThHmiW3xtmcJ488lZ5EP9QZVCg56GeGMVpaZSliiZQKL7xbrf4JxZU9MD6r0GLQzpryDZkGLn6DBXFlWltaVeX1lmXuKvGfnQDjU4S4M8WHOZw_ckE2L83T87W3KUtWsN9059Qgyd8YwASO4j0UxVOGyPKNSKoS-zhx3fE6/s320/IMG_9896.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZjYxdMU6aKJNCWvH7A_RZ0eajJvCIZC_vyVPtqZo-RisF7KEKAhrTOruOzKqGVHY53Tc2ei_nQOFhqq2cgHOR2iipfdV0lsmItDjjDlLtm3WmgUN1_geQinYH-BZCn7wB-ZD8oM6KEIQJOnvrXZEZJRlSfb1MfEc9PSP7q3S11kTAzrnCju_Nl4nsliC/s4032/IMG_9905.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZjYxdMU6aKJNCWvH7A_RZ0eajJvCIZC_vyVPtqZo-RisF7KEKAhrTOruOzKqGVHY53Tc2ei_nQOFhqq2cgHOR2iipfdV0lsmItDjjDlLtm3WmgUN1_geQinYH-BZCn7wB-ZD8oM6KEIQJOnvrXZEZJRlSfb1MfEc9PSP7q3S11kTAzrnCju_Nl4nsliC/s320/IMG_9905.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghl0AvmClSwgWYuoWDfO_J9cQWPEmV8A00ApF2APyRHsUNol1JW6Nhql2zj0bd8wX_M-Q33v0Zkci2cbeuNVC_ATj3qXp961SJJW3R0DdgOh4miVt2WQeKsyp0qNqVQNLuByo59_WCRzVtbHBUaZoZfAyy4E8gzUwhvPEiAFVFGatvFFhtHLxAEEpsmBRw/s4032/IMG_9906.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghl0AvmClSwgWYuoWDfO_J9cQWPEmV8A00ApF2APyRHsUNol1JW6Nhql2zj0bd8wX_M-Q33v0Zkci2cbeuNVC_ATj3qXp961SJJW3R0DdgOh4miVt2WQeKsyp0qNqVQNLuByo59_WCRzVtbHBUaZoZfAyy4E8gzUwhvPEiAFVFGatvFFhtHLxAEEpsmBRw/s320/IMG_9906.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkStCFppDU3TPdEPSUGdkUBYZ6I9VetLsLoT7HXWkXZuFUlIKsRQ5AJPMfg6eLM7hIUrk_viFxcbHM732IsxMya5VUZ82P5rQZzxJQa1cLai6S7Alxv_HQ2rpO-phZN_q2oTSPrc0BrJlE4Cxq_H95xk2lvwwpGD-_XlPDWbo5NmLiwZPpYUx_7tLxZYXi/s4032/IMG_9907.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkStCFppDU3TPdEPSUGdkUBYZ6I9VetLsLoT7HXWkXZuFUlIKsRQ5AJPMfg6eLM7hIUrk_viFxcbHM732IsxMya5VUZ82P5rQZzxJQa1cLai6S7Alxv_HQ2rpO-phZN_q2oTSPrc0BrJlE4Cxq_H95xk2lvwwpGD-_XlPDWbo5NmLiwZPpYUx_7tLxZYXi/s320/IMG_9907.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDg5q9YY_3TnwIQUpWgaeuY6U6li9ai6DKfj16Pb-xYkTI2XAyAAJIRA1P0iWmtTWOLb03_qj6P9NEAEWTMkcuX80LZE_mHrHVUzqOf8lkxB0QrpiUKArIcV_00glBKbBzPE8FbYiMKal57Q1_-nWHm0gxHjmjJLxFOJTnIqag_cimqoYUSPGJCXBEF8tV/s2436/IMG_9927.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDg5q9YY_3TnwIQUpWgaeuY6U6li9ai6DKfj16Pb-xYkTI2XAyAAJIRA1P0iWmtTWOLb03_qj6P9NEAEWTMkcuX80LZE_mHrHVUzqOf8lkxB0QrpiUKArIcV_00glBKbBzPE8FbYiMKal57Q1_-nWHm0gxHjmjJLxFOJTnIqag_cimqoYUSPGJCXBEF8tV/s320/IMG_9927.png" width="148" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Her friends had organised those little Polaroid cameras and each guest had a picture taken with mum to be and it went in a little guest book keep sake with a message. There was also a surprise video message collection that her friend had organised in secret! That made us all tear up a bit. It was a wonderful day. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">This was the first point in all of this that made me sad she lives away from me. I know her mum in law loves her and is such a wonderful mum to her too - to be fair she is spoiled by her - she’s been and done the garden, decorated for them and used to take her a cup of tea in bed every morning when they lived with them for a while. I’d not do the tea thing! But I am wallowing and allowing myself to do so because I am two hours away. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">She has a great family support from his family. Her work friend and uni friends are an amazing bunch of wonderful souls and her school friends from here made it over too. We will go over as much as we can and we also have a halfway meeting point set up at Carlisle for impromptu days where it’s only an hour and a bit each for us to travel to it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve been busy knitting and in my last post I alluded to it. She requested a Pregnancy Temperature Blanket. Now I’d heard of Temperature Blankets before and my old school friend has made one for last year but in crochet. Now I can crochet a little bit. I don’t love it as much as knitting - so I decided to knit it. Basically you choose colours of wool to match the daily temperature recorded. It took us ages to fully choose and eventually after much debate and photos back and forth between us and at an eye wateringly cost I ordered the wool. I mocked up using paper the finished estimated size ( now I know how much I UNDER estimated ) and decided on 132 stitches - wish I’d done a few more but the internet seemed to agree and what I seem now to be making in essence is a super long striped scarf…..or stair carpet! It won’t be as thin once off the needles obviously but we’ve decided I’m going to sew it folded in half so it’s warmer and smaller! I had planned on backing it with soft fabric. The HG said I should restart it and double the stitches. After telling him my own suggestion involving long runs off short piers and the fact that the blanket would cost over £100 in wool, he now keeps his opinions to himself! So here’s some photos to share the progress thus far. Annoyingly they have not come out in order! But you get the jist! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBQ7DFNFK6rUC7048Dvp9Tx8tR_CEXRIcjp6hnqmjlJmhyphenhyphenwdHBh1yPw31IPb-VWArOCdZsNy0a1D39-W3o2Fs199kPbjVHT0OaUjbIhMWbzKamdSH2eeu4DeyWyFO3tLQvqJY32iDVUmYNpSvNbRvlb0PTi-tp3-9V2h47p-5M_1TZEaYyqZ7-oIOSyo0/s4032/71784647434__99006921-CE28-4FCD-A331-87813B276771.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBQ7DFNFK6rUC7048Dvp9Tx8tR_CEXRIcjp6hnqmjlJmhyphenhyphenwdHBh1yPw31IPb-VWArOCdZsNy0a1D39-W3o2Fs199kPbjVHT0OaUjbIhMWbzKamdSH2eeu4DeyWyFO3tLQvqJY32iDVUmYNpSvNbRvlb0PTi-tp3-9V2h47p-5M_1TZEaYyqZ7-oIOSyo0/w150-h200/71784647434__99006921-CE28-4FCD-A331-87813B276771.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNH-VKqeZNKA_f6CIme-3Kq3gSnVynRHBEv_RrpgHhQhUuO9D-bFyAGbA-WWV8wIFpTnVerUaxUBtrpcN52iHIJYKxd7xUFva8S4Dd5vmh551rdiycer1qaGb4uH9YXENgAhDlyjdiSUvnv4iKkJgbJUfMK3D-s2dRG4p4kipuWw7JLKkdV7EEMVA0a5LK/s2360/IMG_0083.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2360" data-original-width="1640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNH-VKqeZNKA_f6CIme-3Kq3gSnVynRHBEv_RrpgHhQhUuO9D-bFyAGbA-WWV8wIFpTnVerUaxUBtrpcN52iHIJYKxd7xUFva8S4Dd5vmh551rdiycer1qaGb4uH9YXENgAhDlyjdiSUvnv4iKkJgbJUfMK3D-s2dRG4p4kipuWw7JLKkdV7EEMVA0a5LK/s320/IMG_0083.jpeg" width="222" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTA4pRaUfzqR9qGew2-8qBWagihBEerXTyybYGDGes9HABLOoRXo4EfIIiQoQt6AVX3qI591NBX99TozU3gQEYyd8yCP8avN3y9cPvplMHDLvqcTMCFuLlLBqD-K0cN2ajvOOgjxkkS7HsjO7FmVgc9_hoTADJ8_JPekF9ZKRjGxrPeg0dArPeIwNfV7y/s3072/IMG_0090.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3072" data-original-width="3072" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTA4pRaUfzqR9qGew2-8qBWagihBEerXTyybYGDGes9HABLOoRXo4EfIIiQoQt6AVX3qI591NBX99TozU3gQEYyd8yCP8avN3y9cPvplMHDLvqcTMCFuLlLBqD-K0cN2ajvOOgjxkkS7HsjO7FmVgc9_hoTADJ8_JPekF9ZKRjGxrPeg0dArPeIwNfV7y/w200-h200/IMG_0090.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFlDAxhurxXu6wMTgMqvo3O8dKENsiCXapEI9OJuhoxXmkLpvDW402gzkH-gK59spyDQ3ZyCoSZZOgVple40FXTukyZ0WPyu5bxQxtNSFJnNG6D4o076Tec_J_OOpR0A13uyLl8PU25pX4r6lM7vnR_ExFb0eXKJLUQ1b-P0K0DkeuoMKeptKS_2trQY0/s4032/IMG_8607.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyFlDAxhurxXu6wMTgMqvo3O8dKENsiCXapEI9OJuhoxXmkLpvDW402gzkH-gK59spyDQ3ZyCoSZZOgVple40FXTukyZ0WPyu5bxQxtNSFJnNG6D4o076Tec_J_OOpR0A13uyLl8PU25pX4r6lM7vnR_ExFb0eXKJLUQ1b-P0K0DkeuoMKeptKS_2trQY0/s320/IMG_8607.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Mum to be’s idea</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7K0tB8ZOz3wMqgJl9TvaIQs8dY2Uj22Jg5WtT4cwbXUGRhfaax0sKuIjjpZuV9Fq4lDRHtMV10xyxUosqC9ulcye0k1dVqWD0b2WC4cocKopJvrGOqe6abRgGUChNWXN5g-JvXQS4pddviEZEXUy-Jt2kIh61D6fjIdyAAJ-K-HISIPuchjItUFTTVCp/s4032/IMG_8623.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7K0tB8ZOz3wMqgJl9TvaIQs8dY2Uj22Jg5WtT4cwbXUGRhfaax0sKuIjjpZuV9Fq4lDRHtMV10xyxUosqC9ulcye0k1dVqWD0b2WC4cocKopJvrGOqe6abRgGUChNWXN5g-JvXQS4pddviEZEXUy-Jt2kIh61D6fjIdyAAJ-K-HISIPuchjItUFTTVCp/w150-h200/IMG_8623.jpeg" width="150" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">We did eventually made the temperature gauge smaller to allow for more stripes! </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOI5z3xAqrFXxhpJZ7aBIBiDaZ-aF_NWgyWsS7F1zJS_zGTUG_qA06NCUP7vEgGpYdF68Kuvt8YXsziscYAMKUb5Wi445JxEnEVw9yM45aQPeU2z6ef_ma3GinkqpjmYWl_VwGXB2T0ZPj1Z0yFGINUkOSoIHAFA8HJgHbGaMOc81vtiKIULrDEOmMtI1v/s4032/IMG_8682.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOI5z3xAqrFXxhpJZ7aBIBiDaZ-aF_NWgyWsS7F1zJS_zGTUG_qA06NCUP7vEgGpYdF68Kuvt8YXsziscYAMKUb5Wi445JxEnEVw9yM45aQPeU2z6ef_ma3GinkqpjmYWl_VwGXB2T0ZPj1Z0yFGINUkOSoIHAFA8HJgHbGaMOc81vtiKIULrDEOmMtI1v/s320/IMG_8682.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">This is what £60 of wool looks like! I bought some for a little jacket project too. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpV__lp8JUS7CxP_XsGOobcn2vbjvtdp_nXEFATC_M-O0V1cULrnDRLAnIOdRVzYeHk4W-MXSKh9uq78G03wywL1ag0-9x3N6vQb_3z7rtVqPPBiwppJHiuEzQ1vQSIlzN4w8haMDgLe5DySTscKOxxWaBO2U1_K-tyxg5WXQq3Cr5B5hrXz7p-grQHI2/s4032/IMG_8719.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpV__lp8JUS7CxP_XsGOobcn2vbjvtdp_nXEFATC_M-O0V1cULrnDRLAnIOdRVzYeHk4W-MXSKh9uq78G03wywL1ag0-9x3N6vQb_3z7rtVqPPBiwppJHiuEzQ1vQSIlzN4w8haMDgLe5DySTscKOxxWaBO2U1_K-tyxg5WXQq3Cr5B5hrXz7p-grQHI2/s320/IMG_8719.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Using an old diary for the notes so ignore the October! </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zPG6lrIhpilXaFvdYRVgbwDjDrc-A6mg8NppdySr2Dq8KQDraXO-I7m2E1ZTLIISVwznbMFT69q_7_jeNeESqH73UMlvM2N0iN99RQ6pMDN29k_5DGRVhGkVCM_llnKuoE2DN6Q9VmcTRofpOMyX7-v2u-kIoZ-DSM8CVf4Ys9SuGOtvGBht0KKQex1o/s2100/IMG_8720.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2100" data-original-width="1575" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6zPG6lrIhpilXaFvdYRVgbwDjDrc-A6mg8NppdySr2Dq8KQDraXO-I7m2E1ZTLIISVwznbMFT69q_7_jeNeESqH73UMlvM2N0iN99RQ6pMDN29k_5DGRVhGkVCM_llnKuoE2DN6Q9VmcTRofpOMyX7-v2u-kIoZ-DSM8CVf4Ys9SuGOtvGBht0KKQex1o/s320/IMG_8720.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">My estimate!! Ha! </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyy_pq-WzMh7UzEAKtKZbFwyKIeL3P8Q4WCrrJEDkm800P-KM2BK_ZyvwoI1kVoia9VjGxkUxgjJTJ0XhK-4JTk40dgcWYow9qSj-h7cQ914m2yELqOZnazESAq0LCMiUitUJyQz3ViQIeKIabsSRoDOUia7J4PNa0cVeUFgnh_rO8l5do4w0RcWatobe0/s4032/IMG_8728.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyy_pq-WzMh7UzEAKtKZbFwyKIeL3P8Q4WCrrJEDkm800P-KM2BK_ZyvwoI1kVoia9VjGxkUxgjJTJ0XhK-4JTk40dgcWYow9qSj-h7cQ914m2yELqOZnazESAq0LCMiUitUJyQz3ViQIeKIabsSRoDOUia7J4PNa0cVeUFgnh_rO8l5do4w0RcWatobe0/s320/IMG_8728.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Originally planned on white border - I didn’t like it! So did two starts….</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYkNAyrri4ThHi4PbCVfAu2zeDmm5E1fiVCw10DPMFcGUoVO_PQdjJXk-J4uDjMgKMJvp1hpLnE3lr40-rV6u4RviNS-aVJ0VZqaMiIKbBRk_KcpK3ty_j7N5nNRh_NpllPu5Ow8EiF1c5Omg3mUzalqFG43-EdrBNs-fyLA07YNN2_P4OXkesJYCKSzwf/s2100/IMG_8747.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2100" data-original-width="1575" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYkNAyrri4ThHi4PbCVfAu2zeDmm5E1fiVCw10DPMFcGUoVO_PQdjJXk-J4uDjMgKMJvp1hpLnE3lr40-rV6u4RviNS-aVJ0VZqaMiIKbBRk_KcpK3ty_j7N5nNRh_NpllPu5Ow8EiF1c5Omg3mUzalqFG43-EdrBNs-fyLA07YNN2_P4OXkesJYCKSzwf/s320/IMG_8747.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtinZiyoESe3B5rf9Oph0vQ2l7YGhwE_xGAjguxSx9MVj8MW89vo6T6fhLUy714XTvLRJoDSzDSMA7DikRf-H9qeCdaW_O8brfYRp4HwskiZouyubhuyhTR8XF81XszbP2LVGvp4N7wxBZ7lba8aMR1XIeOWih1NTzlTAyDXR0tazNpTU_mAzmgzo_ob8y/s4032/IMG_9002.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtinZiyoESe3B5rf9Oph0vQ2l7YGhwE_xGAjguxSx9MVj8MW89vo6T6fhLUy714XTvLRJoDSzDSMA7DikRf-H9qeCdaW_O8brfYRp4HwskiZouyubhuyhTR8XF81XszbP2LVGvp4N7wxBZ7lba8aMR1XIeOWih1NTzlTAyDXR0tazNpTU_mAzmgzo_ob8y/s320/IMG_9002.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It does keep me warm as I knit! </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1umH9ZGfmz0-73jV8IIiu1TWUmmME2o63WNlUyxE6GTnUwutH-o72FcheZ3oKSioUaMJn6P0yof55MFtDRMbSylcdu93DOpxPDFEd_gLurJzhm4JcwvTZ1FojtpBxC2-sAuVxrk0VG3MoCMlzAa3phbFY3LYqvsI_7CKmDvg609K_lJ7Ro90F2VUdygpy/s4032/IMG_9267.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1umH9ZGfmz0-73jV8IIiu1TWUmmME2o63WNlUyxE6GTnUwutH-o72FcheZ3oKSioUaMJn6P0yof55MFtDRMbSylcdu93DOpxPDFEd_gLurJzhm4JcwvTZ1FojtpBxC2-sAuVxrk0VG3MoCMlzAa3phbFY3LYqvsI_7CKmDvg609K_lJ7Ro90F2VUdygpy/s320/IMG_9267.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Love the cooler shades. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wg2as0FhZfrWPU2u-vtcTj1TXtHeKHbUe1DP8MsHUJJfeHcvokujZzbI6vQLve9hYZX4T1pXx2q1PFPjiC_o8jRZ1by3vJ74upzBmGPA0-NLDLYpiicqsIVapXNYi1aVwRDSzg7P-OoUF2iWlQ0RT8-cImQh8aQBCljOPqLKHT6vnrhZ7yh5fRWyWOSv/s4032/IMG_9283.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_wg2as0FhZfrWPU2u-vtcTj1TXtHeKHbUe1DP8MsHUJJfeHcvokujZzbI6vQLve9hYZX4T1pXx2q1PFPjiC_o8jRZ1by3vJ74upzBmGPA0-NLDLYpiicqsIVapXNYi1aVwRDSzg7P-OoUF2iWlQ0RT8-cImQh8aQBCljOPqLKHT6vnrhZ7yh5fRWyWOSv/s320/IMG_9283.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Of course they don’t happen in the nicely graded colour way so next time I wouldn’t be so stressy over it! I’d also use reds! But Madam didn’t want reds. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitEVwond33kXBUVy1tHFRlrfKk8U-n6n3wHmv1o8Y9iXSmCBQC3wt-01mMaoSxAfJ-1kO-WkDDoUZG9pmtzcZ0kNfjFsRDtjMv0eMTidsJ7kOxtZI-QN3bcAy5kxlQMwZLrCluepsx4yDnc8o2sLBXtPp9vFWXqG2kqZbMhZGsoO_AfgY-TeApc0V__1ZO/s4032/IMG_9287.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitEVwond33kXBUVy1tHFRlrfKk8U-n6n3wHmv1o8Y9iXSmCBQC3wt-01mMaoSxAfJ-1kO-WkDDoUZG9pmtzcZ0kNfjFsRDtjMv0eMTidsJ7kOxtZI-QN3bcAy5kxlQMwZLrCluepsx4yDnc8o2sLBXtPp9vFWXqG2kqZbMhZGsoO_AfgY-TeApc0V__1ZO/s320/IMG_9287.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeigWuTV5UoEUMd967qjjJLDrFD5IRca-olXb7BKTBWmX28V72aKZoXDKUDT2lLw97uX0KYXM1JNx0LUc1E3LWrG37CPy9f2StSXvNcRW51j999odDR42Rkxm7718dAldb54GaVYIBXX9ykAl8xh_-M_CEJkqkyMLaDi-OgY_nJ07Grv3o141nhLBrRCS_/s4031/IMG_9292.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4031" data-original-width="2368" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeigWuTV5UoEUMd967qjjJLDrFD5IRca-olXb7BKTBWmX28V72aKZoXDKUDT2lLw97uX0KYXM1JNx0LUc1E3LWrG37CPy9f2StSXvNcRW51j999odDR42Rkxm7718dAldb54GaVYIBXX9ykAl8xh_-M_CEJkqkyMLaDi-OgY_nJ07Grv3o141nhLBrRCS_/s320/IMG_9292.jpeg" width="188" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2l6q9__sq4yKmwa-BCa7V0vVw9NblxtX5TyLe2_Oo0tGYGnYTlD_eekaEz51c4lpB5_cKetlfhcCM5swI3FkWf5Kk3L2ce9Z18vrm1tmNvq3asqioeumQSMtS_GwUbMlgUMLQhS1G5fmZUcg8yfrhSu6V7Y47f5K7DXQxaqWpY-knfbEkLG8COex8h14V/s4032/IMG_9293.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2l6q9__sq4yKmwa-BCa7V0vVw9NblxtX5TyLe2_Oo0tGYGnYTlD_eekaEz51c4lpB5_cKetlfhcCM5swI3FkWf5Kk3L2ce9Z18vrm1tmNvq3asqioeumQSMtS_GwUbMlgUMLQhS1G5fmZUcg8yfrhSu6V7Y47f5K7DXQxaqWpY-knfbEkLG8COex8h14V/s320/IMG_9293.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">That’s about half done! The deep gingerbread stripe is their week away in Cyprus 30C* daily! </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"> I also decided as it is being folded in half I would not be sewing in the ends. The get a smooth colour change I knitted it in stocking stitch just one row each of k and p. Maybe I’d do it differently next time! Maybe I would crochet it and then it would fit a double bed</span>! </p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">When looking through for photos I found this one of Bluebell carrying her Christmas frog toy about and it made us laugh like drains at the time! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">Love from </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *Nanna to be* Radiostar xx </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZpnLK8yfjqx-FxotnDlELeP_XFL-F6ED7fNgYrioiRfOJIraGcAt9NY0kpDJ8zyt4Kw0AlKTq9qG9g2B0crqR4pQg-ByEcllIneEbmHcOdlKwtl0MpikVaSWJfNe30hcTmm2iXpCgCYFTYvxHT-buFIChTxLhIkTnbUinjPz1FMuQWP70kAnFGg9wL5H/s2556/IMG_0449.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2556" data-original-width="1179" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZpnLK8yfjqx-FxotnDlELeP_XFL-F6ED7fNgYrioiRfOJIraGcAt9NY0kpDJ8zyt4Kw0AlKTq9qG9g2B0crqR4pQg-ByEcllIneEbmHcOdlKwtl0MpikVaSWJfNe30hcTmm2iXpCgCYFTYvxHT-buFIChTxLhIkTnbUinjPz1FMuQWP70kAnFGg9wL5H/s320/IMG_0449.jpeg" width="148" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-40792317658740399522023-12-30T16:58:00.002+00:002023-12-30T16:58:20.253+00:00Dec 30th 2023<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The year has all but gone. Just me and the dogs up. We’ve all got a bit lazier, stretching the mornings a little I’m talking about me Bluebell and Freddie. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve STILL got that bloody cough I had weeks ago - it reinvented itself and settled properly on that last day of term which was only a week ago but feels like 50 ago! I’m hoping it’s easing again now. She types and sets off coughing. It’s a wonder my eyeballs don’t blow out of my head with the pressure of it. I’m typing with two dogs snoozing their pre breakfast snooze and I’ve got one leg gently being electrocuted with my Revitive machine! My tree lights are twinkling and I cannot understand those who wish to take them down early. They of course cannot understand why I want to keep mine up! I really love it this year. I say that every year hahah. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So the Revitive is going to try and get me going. I’ve let myself become a blob of jelly. So am now doing all I can to reverse this. It’s a downward spiral isn’t it, walk less, legs hurt more = walking less etc </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_C2Aw1jfupPmyAeatXXY61KcoAODz1FYJ-EkzPMSBnzGRvG3Z7NRcCs1RYTTdK91BB9dxeotN_GMZPklFlja5Crt_zqYUz7R78YszJsubKdgV4b0Li2D8aiDszaqFBzKOYWysTSs_V6J2tbk3nCcStqtCH258OJsYmW1w9s4qbx2f2eC4j2B8dIKnT6Cs/s2436/IMG_9459.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_C2Aw1jfupPmyAeatXXY61KcoAODz1FYJ-EkzPMSBnzGRvG3Z7NRcCs1RYTTdK91BB9dxeotN_GMZPklFlja5Crt_zqYUz7R78YszJsubKdgV4b0Li2D8aiDszaqFBzKOYWysTSs_V6J2tbk3nCcStqtCH258OJsYmW1w9s4qbx2f2eC4j2B8dIKnT6Cs/s320/IMG_9459.png" width="148" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Think it was in September, I was going down into the cellar and stepped off what I thought was the bottom step but it wasn’t - I was on the second step and I jolted onto my knee. Being very very far away from target weight of 2018, meant my poor old knee got a nasty shock and I’ve really struggled to get it right since. Anyway it’s definitely improving so now I need to help it some more. So I’ve got these thigh pads on my leg and it’s zapping them for 10 seconds at 50 then resting for 30. I’ll do the other leg and then do the foot rocking bit. We are taking the dogs out today - I’ve not taken them recently yet due to cough </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">- so hoping this therapy will assist the walk a bit! It’s a flat stroll that’s about a mile in total. A mile for me, 50 for the dogs! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Am not doing new year new me stuff because it simply does not inspire me and sets me up to fail - like a challenge to self sabotage. I’m going with the thinking that any improvement work on my part is better than none. I’m waffling away here. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So Christmas was lovely. The Turkey was delicious. I put the raw wings that I wrangled the skins off first, into the slow cooker with some carrot, sweet potato and butternut squash and some zero salt chicken stock. It simmered softly all day and then when done, I stripped the meat from the bones ( a rather surprising amount really ) and we gave it to the dogs! Oh my giddy aunt, the smells those dogs produced in thanks to my loving meal prep was up there with the rankest stench I have ever ever ever smelt! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I purposely made more roast potatoes and parsnips and glazed carrots than I needed to go in my Christmas pie filling. I made it last year a la Jamie Oliver or John Torode or James Martin, can’t recall, but it’s so good. Basically it’s Christmas Dinner in a pie! I put everything in it last year but this year I left out the sprouts because let’s just say, on a par with the dog’s dinner- these sprouts were particularly vicious! I’ve not cooked my ham yet and have a large salmon cut of beef for new year and there will be plenty for sandwiches and dinners in Jan. I’ve a large beef stew already made and frozen for Jan and after yesterday’s tea I’ve a meal of Spag bol and chilli for the freezer. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">One thing I do want to be better at is using my freezer better than of late where I buy things with good intentions and then shove them in and forget about them . One issue last year was time that I have biggish news about and will announce it here and now!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Sooooo for the last 10 years, I have worked at the after school childcare club. I first started to supplement my income after giving up the stressful job of HLTA. Mainly stressful because even though I loved it, school would not invest in the role full time so I was class support for the other half of the week. I did that for 8 years. Anyway as I couldn’t afford to just lose that chunk of income, I was able to increase time in classroom a little and as my kids were grown, I started after school club daily until 5.29pm when it closes! Over the last few years where my role again has changed into a full time pastoral mentor and one of the safeguarding leads, the mental strain and secondary trauma they call it is taking its toll, adding my stress of Bluebell and feeling so worried over leaving her ( which she is totally fine with and has been like this her whole life ) working til 5.45pm it was getting to everyday has got to me. The work itself was my favourite thing and I always said to the children who came, my favourite part of the day and that’s true. I ran it like I was their Mum! Freedom, snacks, play, crafting etc </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">There was also a load of stressy management committee meetings. It is a not for profit organisation and even with very low prices in its early days it banked quite hefty reserves which were used to buy resources. Then Covid hit which meant it closed but staff were furloughed plus we had a new building, partly funded by the lottery - which I’d applied for - again highly stressful because it was to be used by school, had to be erected by school only firms who hiked the price massively - absolutely milking the system - corrupt Is call it. Anyway it meant that reserves were gone and school were footing the wages. So many meetings to discuss its future and what could be done etc. We put the prices up - only 3 times actually in its 10 year history - and parents still used it. Those fortunate ones who worked full time and lots of parents who gave in to their children’s asking - every single child in school wants to come! Anyway, once again, it is holding its own but I have been getting highly stressed dreaming up ways I could afford to pack it in. I hate getting in so late. 6pm, tea is late then fall asleep - especially in the dark Winter months. Parents who were arsey about paying- audacity of some who booked in with no intention of paying - clashed with my ‘daytime job’ of pastoral support including signposting those in severe poverty, then becoming almost bailiff like constantly chasing for money. The children themselves were starting to irritate me a lot. My colleague put this down to me working none stop with children - very very needy and challenging ones from 8.45am daily with barely an hour child free when I was taking my lunch at 1.30pm after supervising pastoral lunches which are - safe indoor play and calmer space to eat for children with a whole host of needs - coupled with the constant Mum guilt about Bluebell. I was putting her with the dog walker more which I think stresses her out. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway when Miss 29 announced her pregnancy I decided to take the financial hit and give up my Fridays at the after school club after Christmas. I knew I could because my colleague had already given up a Thursday 3 years earlier for grandchild duties. I thought if I finish school at 3.15pm on a Friday ( 2.15pm if I work through lunch ) then either me and the HG can be away over in the North East for the weekend or I can get the train up and still be there by teatime. I was also cross with myself for not doing this years sooner. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway - I sent in my email and relaxed a little but it had lit the touchpaper.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I went to the Head, talked through my ideas. One reason the workload stress was so much was the lack of child free time we were getting on the Pastoral team - time to chat about families, share ideas, plan interventions etc DO interventions, liase with other services. This is due to at the moment I’m currently providing proper Nurture care every morning until 12. Then we are providing Nurture lunches on a timetable with different children and one thing that has impacted this greatly is after Covid, the staggered lunches that replaced the traditional 12-1 for all have remained. The children only get 50 minutes now - something to do with the calculated directed teaching time - but infants start at 11.55. Y2 and Y3 at 12</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Y4 at 12.10 and y5 and y6 at 12.20 meaning lunch is for us </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">11.55 until 1.10pm </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">And then we take our unpaid lunch hour. Which in our role, means if a phone call comes in before we leave then we answer it etc. but even in a perfect world and we get away at 1.10pm - it still leaves us with little time - barely an hour - for meetings and working with children and doing paperwork and admin before school finishes. Now my colleague did have more hours than me so had the scope for after school meetings etc but because I was always at after school club, my workload stress was piling up. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway to cut a long story short, the head said yes, If I gave up after school then I could have 5 extra hours ( an hour after school and 2 shortened lunchtimes ) per week including my still 3.15pm finish on a Friday. So I handed my notice in, giving 5 weeks notice, much to the shock of everyone! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The feeling of liberation was huge. I felt a big weight off my shoulders and although it was a long notice and the worst part was breaking the news to one of my best friends I have no regrets. Well one, that I didn’t do it 12months sooner. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So telling my friend never went to plan! Here’s my text! Yes, in the end, I had to tell her by message because of parents!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">To explain the Barb bit, neither of us are called Barb, but we’ve adopted it due to our love of the TV show the Royal Family and we quote it often to each other. In fact, her Mum thinks I’m really called Barb! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve deleted names too for anonymity. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">*</span>Oh Barb </p><p>What a night. I’ve been waiting to tell you something but fecking L’s Mum was later and then fecking J’s Mum late then decking T’s Mum came in like we had no homes to go to. </p><p>Anyway I’ve only just rid of T’s Mum! - </p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"> Explanatory background! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Barb’s hubby works away, sometimes for weeks at a time and he’d got home early so we always let her go early to meet him and leave first. T’s Mum was an ex parent who had brought in a raffle prize and was very happy to chatter away ( I’ve also been friends with her for years and although was desperate to get rid of her to impart my news - couldn’t find the right way to do it so when Barb got her coat on and said you don’t mind if I go - I couldn’t say no you have to stay ! ) </span></p><p><br /></p><p>So </p><p>I was a while in school because I was taking my resignation letter in to the Head. </p><p>I’m giving up every night. I wanted to wait until we were on our own because I knew I would cry. It’s literally just happened today - I’ve got a few more hours in school - The had to take it to Govs to get it approved and she only told me today. </p><p>I said I need to tell Barb. I’ve felt sick all night at the thought of telling you!! </p><p><br /></p><p>We can still always have our Summer do and I’ll see you in the school day. </p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">- Barb works lunchtimes too - </span></p><p>I’m sorry x</p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I carried on </span></p><p>I was ready for the Friday nights but I said to Cathy, half the time I’m late to after school club which isn’t fair on you because I’ve been finishing off meetings etc with parents. </p><p>I am fed up of finishing work so late every night and the kids and parents are annoying me even more and the chasing of the money all the time etc. I just have not got the time anymore - especially trying to do my Behaviour Mentor job as well which pays more. </p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">- forgot about this Job which I got last year - basically I am employed by something called the Inclusion Hub to advise 16 schools when faced with children with low level disruptive behaviour that if escalates, can result in exclusion. The truth is, all the schools have no low level - it’s all they bit the teacher level! The workload involves monthly phone calls, advice given, notes written up and feedback etc all in addition to my usual work. At first I displaced hours - so would claim for 15 hours and have to deduct 15 hours. Since September however, I’ve been working at home 6am -7am when I am naturally awake so can legitimately ring my schools 2pm - 3pm in an afternoon . I don’t know how long the funding for this will last but I do enjoy it! - I carried on…</span></p><p>The things I love is basically spending the time with you and some of the children! </p><p>But I can’t keep doing three jobs this way. </p><p>I know you will understand and will be upset with me. It is going to be advertised it internally first but I’ve given 5 weeks notice and my last session will be the Christmas one on Thursday 21st. I also wanted to tell you face to face because I didn’t want you to find out off X or Y if they would say anything to you by chance on Monday .</p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Eventually, she replied </span></p><p>I'm absolutely gutted Barb.. but I do understand.. Hubby read the msg to me as I was driving... I felt like I wanted to cry.. I'll miss our nights in the cabin..& the great working relationship we have together.. it just won't be the same without out you 😢.. x</p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I messaged back </span></p><p>I’m kinda absolutely gutted too and I would have told you tonight either way - the outcome- if I was just going to stop Fridays or all of it. I’d had to put my request in writing to The Head by Monday - then it was Govs on Tuesday ( but I was training and I would have had to go out of the room as they discussed me. ) because had I not had more hours I would have kept it at 4 days. </p><p>Then the head was out on Wednesday and then busy all day yesterday. She finally said at 11am to go see her when I was going for my lunch. I was dead nervous and when she said that the Govs had agreed to the extra hours meaning I could leave, I felt happy for like a second and then sick and upset for the rest of the night. I still feel strange now like omg what have I done?? But I know it’s right for me and sometimes we have to be selfish! I understand because when you dropped Thursday I was really upset!! Much as I love the person I work on a Thursday with now it is NOT the same 🙅♂️ x</p><p><br /></p><p>In the end she was fine as she could be as did say she understood my reasons. </p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The last five weeks at work have carried on as normal - it took ages and I felt like I was there against my will and even right in the last two sessions, I wasn’t upset at all. Think I’d been most upset at the start of it all. I was ready for the end and walking home in the pitch dark, I was thinking, this is my last late finish ever ! I’ve been saying to myself that I’m semi retired now hahah. I chose not to pay into the pension scheme for that job. That hour each day will mean I can walk B rather than rushing at lunch. I can get in, get the tea on. Enjoy the house to myself and so on and so on! We will see. If my monthly money is down, I’m ok with that because my time is precious. I know my worth! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I got a lovely card signed by the children and a beautiful plant for the garden that flowers now in the favourite colour of our nail varnish! Hahah</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4n-gS9f13nHj2bY1AUcU9lG3fMRW3XZg5KBJdoNavMe0khYTyHelqQ_kRCHS26Na66eGNXgDoXa72Z7GCX9iLvUtsDOCnkoLcjy7RqZGdm-ywyLlcwolUSx6p0_AChC8iqzA_J_CuVjmCGIrr54Ho8JfWfSa9t0DMyVC9V53bsQ4lWpSR6TS6MRtiqRiV/s4032/IMG_9393.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4n-gS9f13nHj2bY1AUcU9lG3fMRW3XZg5KBJdoNavMe0khYTyHelqQ_kRCHS26Na66eGNXgDoXa72Z7GCX9iLvUtsDOCnkoLcjy7RqZGdm-ywyLlcwolUSx6p0_AChC8iqzA_J_CuVjmCGIrr54Ho8JfWfSa9t0DMyVC9V53bsQ4lWpSR6TS6MRtiqRiV/s320/IMG_9393.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p>In <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">other news </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Mum to be is cooking nicely and is 27 weeks now with a lovely round baby bump. The things she has missed this Christmas is mostly smelly cheese and soft boiled/poached eggs . With the eggs they are supposed to be safe with the red lion mark on but she’s not risking it. Dad to be journeyed home on Boxing Day alone as he had to go assist his parents with online booking travel down to Winchester to see relatives and he was at work on Wednesday. He also took most of the travel system they call it back. The carrycot and pram wheels are still at our house because we all believe it’s bad luck to have one ready in the house too soon for a new baby - but he has taken the car seat, the accessories and the side bed cot thingy she wanted. We’ve been buying a few baby grow in the sale in different sizes. All of the stuff she has been gathering is very cute woodland animal theme! The woodland stuff is very much either/or and will suit both. When we were doing this 30 years ago- there was barely any ‘neutral’ stuff in the sales whereas now, there is! Happy days! I also bought her an industrial sized pack of maternity pads! She said she’d not even thought about stuff like that! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">We are driving her halfway home in the morning. Her beau will meet us there at a rather nice Garden Centre. We will have a coffee and then each go our separate ways. The HG and I are off until the 8th so we could have stayed but wanted to get back really. We’ve been twice just before Christmas and the youngsters only have one more day off together before back to work. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">She’s her 28 week scan on the 4th. It’s zooming by. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve knitting on the go! A little cream cardi just needs the sleeves doing, but I ran out of the wool I was using and it must have been a random one from my stash. Despite having about a thousand shades that I thought would be a perfect match, none were! So I ordered about 10 balls to try! I can return the ones I don’t match. See, if I match it to a cream, the original looks grey, if I match it to a grey, it looks beige, if I match it to a beige, it looks silver etc!!! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8KQ2UAyhP5A10-05nqsxNqnIKyg0JA6ssqA1yLB6KNhyphenhyphenWgzDKKrIriR79V6bCjJm7HF8zE0zfO0VoXA4E_c-WyuDy5w2_1Nu57pL3JqbGbTlUKmmKjrUXqW8d_vbohEW_RR17Ar3l0f2qQLIuZDHvgaX1bDi7fVYhdt7ta8MSKSeIjGPTzwxM2vInfToy/s4032/IMG_9251.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8KQ2UAyhP5A10-05nqsxNqnIKyg0JA6ssqA1yLB6KNhyphenhyphenWgzDKKrIriR79V6bCjJm7HF8zE0zfO0VoXA4E_c-WyuDy5w2_1Nu57pL3JqbGbTlUKmmKjrUXqW8d_vbohEW_RR17Ar3l0f2qQLIuZDHvgaX1bDi7fVYhdt7ta8MSKSeIjGPTzwxM2vInfToy/s320/IMG_9251.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaBNhZoBGtOjc9aCNCd-rOZkU0m3PCJ_xmqF5r13bVisGVdB_o1uxAA-jOFh9eP8_0Ozh5UN4OYYiQZymRGTKB4MR2PAMSImFFRPqfza5p88B5wIjGndBlBmKHyz36jdMKntgabhtcaIUK0jbHj-luhMk5PV61l_bTbtvX8E0-0ymfF859vBcAAmrsGRo/s4032/IMG_9257.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtaBNhZoBGtOjc9aCNCd-rOZkU0m3PCJ_xmqF5r13bVisGVdB_o1uxAA-jOFh9eP8_0Ozh5UN4OYYiQZymRGTKB4MR2PAMSImFFRPqfza5p88B5wIjGndBlBmKHyz36jdMKntgabhtcaIUK0jbHj-luhMk5PV61l_bTbtvX8E0-0ymfF859vBcAAmrsGRo/s320/IMG_9257.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">But I found one that’s the closest I’ve seen and I said he/she can just wear it in the house if needed!!! I need to finish it because I’ve another 55 I want to get started!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So off I pop to get knitting!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of Love </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *see you in 2024* Radiostar xx </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-90403057354391138842023-12-24T09:49:00.002+00:002023-12-24T09:49:53.959+00:00Christmas Eve 2023<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Hi all, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It’s been so crazy lately I’ve been briefly visiting blogs and hope everyone is well x </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">My house is full of twinkly lights, festive food ( not really gone mad with it but have treated myself to a few goodies ), dogs, and family. Mum to be is blooming along nicely - 6 months gone now- but has sciatica poor thing. We went over in the first weekend of December - a hairy journey considering all the snow and ice but it was worth it to be present at a family scan! It’s a thing these days! Anyway it was magical and a real privilege as the sonographer or radiographer - nice lady doing the scan - actually explained what we were looking at!</span> </p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’m writing this with Freddie on my knee now thinking I may have told you all of this already! </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbflgq6RIOeu92F4fR4HfYReET0TdjAm9W27iQfl2n5b8HpVgYSPT9HwSVuGakfduIcWPmrQ0sw97UG-iyhYRj9ybXTFx99TkLrUJm3py0Il6RK3wICgLIuENbR9mP9S1yNHIpMJzil0FAGnL8465frif7tRYbMhAX8Wn0jXVFCOOHfHlloQ7InrI8b9H0/s855/IMG_9218.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="855" height="538" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbflgq6RIOeu92F4fR4HfYReET0TdjAm9W27iQfl2n5b8HpVgYSPT9HwSVuGakfduIcWPmrQ0sw97UG-iyhYRj9ybXTFx99TkLrUJm3py0Il6RK3wICgLIuENbR9mP9S1yNHIpMJzil0FAGnL8465frif7tRYbMhAX8Wn0jXVFCOOHfHlloQ7InrI8b9H0/w640-h538/IMG_9218.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGB08Uxmia96vns1aymOYtxFzO7ZvptHLFmi-OYt5Rc60gWPX1LR3U9wlhTRD605ahP2vYiDTbnhQO8sY2h1s3Ro0q5ff9LCMTGBgm8qKnkFP0MoT_IeqNb4mE5dxknpyCBXbdAO3rFoizd2P6mllh-tSGNNqXmKpZ6BlCjzY2uMRoFVjP-CcNlmEG9WhX/s1322/IMG_9220.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1322" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGB08Uxmia96vns1aymOYtxFzO7ZvptHLFmi-OYt5Rc60gWPX1LR3U9wlhTRD605ahP2vYiDTbnhQO8sY2h1s3Ro0q5ff9LCMTGBgm8qKnkFP0MoT_IeqNb4mE5dxknpyCBXbdAO3rFoizd2P6mllh-tSGNNqXmKpZ6BlCjzY2uMRoFVjP-CcNlmEG9WhX/w340-h400/IMG_9220.jpeg" width="340" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">In other news, I decided this year was THE year to switch things about and I have changed the colour scheme on my tree! Gasp! So it was purple and silver and white lights and purple lights for 30 plus years. I’d started gathering warm lights and more natural and glass and bronzey things for the dining room so it was just a matter of bring those into the lounge. So I have only had chance really to finish prettifying the downstairs this week. Was working right up to Dec 22nd at 3pm. My job has got so so so hard and am basically an unqualified underpaid social worker now, so have been falling asleep every night pretty much at 7.30pm - 8pm. Anyway </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve put white lights up the centre of the tree, the rest are warm and have put my glass ornaments plus the favourite silver ones plus a few newbies on. And my Santa topper is now residing at n the dining room which is white light slight purple silver. Can’t get rid totally but have been paring back over the last few years anyway I am please and of course wish I’d done it sooner because it far suits my decor better! It is super cosy and lovely with all the lights on. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">You can see the photo from the last ever purple tree from last year haha </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvk-gm0nvuTRJ_bXW3nWykxPTdA-jqofY9xkhnaz5-E2emLxxUQ4yiRHCilgnZuE6tbwd9ao8gD4vgNEBtEwTlkbP1EFU2_4Yh9G3xTbfpgVSmfGnO9io0b6OtDXWAth24QLa8xITYi4rEGBqU2FUb8if1XMYRLLB1q7zW8oAFizqwuEC3UAYmdPt9FMMG/s3465/74E45186-CD7B-4433-A466-D108AB40A1DB.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3465" data-original-width="3465" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvk-gm0nvuTRJ_bXW3nWykxPTdA-jqofY9xkhnaz5-E2emLxxUQ4yiRHCilgnZuE6tbwd9ao8gD4vgNEBtEwTlkbP1EFU2_4Yh9G3xTbfpgVSmfGnO9io0b6OtDXWAth24QLa8xITYi4rEGBqU2FUb8if1XMYRLLB1q7zW8oAFizqwuEC3UAYmdPt9FMMG/w400-h400/74E45186-CD7B-4433-A466-D108AB40A1DB.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Today I am taking last minute presents Miss 29 now aka M2b is spending time with her old school friend. The son in law and Mr 26 will briefly stroll the dogs as the weather is FOUL out there and then once home I’ve a few last tidy up n quick clean jobs. Will prep the veg and just enjoy Christmas Eve. We don’t go back until Jan 8th but I would much rather have the week before off as I love the pre Christmas feeling. You all know I’m not a New Year fan really! Probably sad because Christmas is finished haha </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Hoping to get blogging more as I’ve an epic knit to show and tell and I’ve many beautiful jigsaws to do! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">That’s all for now! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Love from Rachel *cold feet so need to get my socks on* Radiostar xxx</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><br /> - <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-25577263964110453982023-11-28T20:09:00.001+00:002023-11-28T20:10:18.285+00:00All is well<p> </p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">A wonderful feeling was receiving so many well wishes and comments, so thank you all xxx </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">All is well. Work is very busy. So much to get down on the record but big huge wow I got assertive change is afoot. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’m currently hemmed in by boxes and boxes. We’ve bought the pram and all the gubbins and it was all delivered today. It’s bad luck to be in Miss 29’s house yet. It was a Black Friday bargain and is one of those what they call ‘travel systems’ these days! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">When I got my pram, it was a Silver cross wayfarer and I loved it! It was a carrycot and then a separate pushchair for when she was older. I had the matching cosy toes, padded liner tht had a drill, rain cover, sun canopy and matching bag. It was an anbstract pattern of leaves annd swirls in peacock green annd blue annd my wheels had teal discs in annd I was so proud of it! I used to scrub the wheels weekly annd polish the chassis. It was then used for Mr 26z And it’s all up in my loft!! I couldn’t part with it! I’m not sure what condition it will be in! In the New Year the HG will go in the loft and bring down our baby stuff. The cot is going to Newcastle. They will just buy a new mattress. It was a cossatto in beech. My sister borrowed it for her childers. I did once have a clear out of clothes but Inknow I’ve kept a few precious things like hand knitted cardigans that my mum knit and that I knit!!! Showing Miss 29 one of the patterns for a little romper suit I knit, she declared, it’s very 90s!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Well it would be seeing as she was born in 1994! These days they’d probably call it vintage! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Right I’ll post a photo of Bluebell looking cute with her teddy, she caught me taking photos, and will sign off! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">What have you kept from the 90s?? </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYnDMhea92_JYgYCyzcH0l5Y20D9GeWC3GtXFcsHKUYCdFfq-EaDZWEgJxZ471ctqKWyJGIp9u4USe62fXaZwnyisRMQhUDXexZihTaWc46FIn0J5ECdfU-1AoGr6ZS1wkgJhFWbSoeOg2HuxAc5dCBr5kc8EWHYsyKtQqn9QMckbH3RRl6PZUPhOcH03e/s1843/IMG_9122.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1843" data-original-width="1088" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYnDMhea92_JYgYCyzcH0l5Y20D9GeWC3GtXFcsHKUYCdFfq-EaDZWEgJxZ471ctqKWyJGIp9u4USe62fXaZwnyisRMQhUDXexZihTaWc46FIn0J5ECdfU-1AoGr6ZS1wkgJhFWbSoeOg2HuxAc5dCBr5kc8EWHYsyKtQqn9QMckbH3RRl6PZUPhOcH03e/w236-h400/IMG_9122.jpeg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-84592795068073006432023-11-14T07:31:00.003+00:002023-11-14T07:33:28.070+00:00So I have exciting news! <p> I<span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">n approximately 20 weeks time, myself and the HG will become grandparents! Our beautiful daughter Miss 29 and her beau are expecting a darling baby at the end of March and we are so over the moon, I’ve been floating in Outer Space</span>! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V6B4biOAcRh_sCaj4Gp_bFKglvRbJ0AwqRXbliQfxb1o6aMM005wiYHIxVQl-Oo_Au4eFhXMPTkg22Cs9x_ofPln37009fScjXtY480hs_zLbGkUSvxglkCek5X01JgMbxOrARCrwwaQ62x5uqsPGliTFgn3wHmmXDWGVedv2tQLrsDwomYkgDoAaJMM/s2169/IMG_9741.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1025" data-original-width="2169" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V6B4biOAcRh_sCaj4Gp_bFKglvRbJ0AwqRXbliQfxb1o6aMM005wiYHIxVQl-Oo_Au4eFhXMPTkg22Cs9x_ofPln37009fScjXtY480hs_zLbGkUSvxglkCek5X01JgMbxOrARCrwwaQ62x5uqsPGliTFgn3wHmmXDWGVedv2tQLrsDwomYkgDoAaJMM/w400-h189/IMG_9741.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Yes of course the knitting needles have been click clacking away as much as my shoulders will allow! I have been adding to the stash for a while and it can now be deployed! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">This is a little matinee jacket and bootees ( need the ribbons in ) which was knitted over summer in 4ply hand spun yarn. It is so soft.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6bDgIyrV2da0HkQeC9FoQSxN8blOakMWLShhRndCXIFRv7XXLZBQgMDRCtH_0cgUsqqqurGEQ1yVwazom2-Rjmagoc22wWSsBNm5Dap1XZFlAzBrAi8yJOuXn-_ly95ndy85yDNUZYmUCgAatqnh8bDX2g-RaEE6Ss1TYiaMWQcCH8p7zf1b5-dUkQrc/s4032/IMG_8169.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6bDgIyrV2da0HkQeC9FoQSxN8blOakMWLShhRndCXIFRv7XXLZBQgMDRCtH_0cgUsqqqurGEQ1yVwazom2-Rjmagoc22wWSsBNm5Dap1XZFlAzBrAi8yJOuXn-_ly95ndy85yDNUZYmUCgAatqnh8bDX2g-RaEE6Ss1TYiaMWQcCH8p7zf1b5-dUkQrc/w300-h400/IMG_8169.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGQAgnGhImi8szos64_YsdoNmkZ3GuuNFI80My3BRoAgQ3M1LtS8_075iMPHhyq1Kms7ThB2T2r0Tts-uINt-fLf6b9DhALoFP3u7jefzOXc7-rUHX0a-llnHNL_idP3fASSlIkOSWqiV1_kwEdoiNq8rqucRJoU0HAP8cA5xvf5De9lZ3cyEUA0-C81G/s4032/IMG_8173.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGQAgnGhImi8szos64_YsdoNmkZ3GuuNFI80My3BRoAgQ3M1LtS8_075iMPHhyq1Kms7ThB2T2r0Tts-uINt-fLf6b9DhALoFP3u7jefzOXc7-rUHX0a-llnHNL_idP3fASSlIkOSWqiV1_kwEdoiNq8rqucRJoU0HAP8cA5xvf5De9lZ3cyEUA0-C81G/s320/IMG_8173.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMN3ba4nqgUPIgaZIX_hyO5LbAKAOssqkIqjA4MYuVN-YEP70S5DrfOihQh_O0of-1DCYMom3Tj6AcPkmCy4Bpl5zw8laceodHxfsucaamW6pSujOybBfjmoJktV0qDXRtOJ33Ryy4DT8SpjFOWy647UL4JT6sidQwIBAlD15VPVPOEEaRalqVSbywOy3/s4032/IMG_8187.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMN3ba4nqgUPIgaZIX_hyO5LbAKAOssqkIqjA4MYuVN-YEP70S5DrfOihQh_O0of-1DCYMom3Tj6AcPkmCy4Bpl5zw8laceodHxfsucaamW6pSujOybBfjmoJktV0qDXRtOJ33Ryy4DT8SpjFOWy647UL4JT6sidQwIBAlD15VPVPOEEaRalqVSbywOy3/s320/IMG_8187.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsb1wE97wySr34ZdZF5g_gOHjTMCyEDy6ifUiNcx5W9cGVwCYlMakjXLOURhln7CSUvToGJGrgGJhQUP5VNbiB0KA8rhBTHOPXkPzWCdQzAiEz0i0lHeZ_DKNE7CCQl9B0KFe_MgXOqdBtT358N3glfq5kjEo66Jrx76vXLwidbkbGrxxb8QDUP3qXRaki/s4032/IMG_8653.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsb1wE97wySr34ZdZF5g_gOHjTMCyEDy6ifUiNcx5W9cGVwCYlMakjXLOURhln7CSUvToGJGrgGJhQUP5VNbiB0KA8rhBTHOPXkPzWCdQzAiEz0i0lHeZ_DKNE7CCQl9B0KFe_MgXOqdBtT358N3glfq5kjEo66Jrx76vXLwidbkbGrxxb8QDUP3qXRaki/s320/IMG_8653.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxeamnh2g6sKbMJlFg7qLbUofbhNDSDqi0X6y70rqHOm54Xrl11ElWrAqjZKCXVEtMPsgrCa3VabHgEMb8hLfBcA1g3ciHnKOdhrKeuF21a1FTT2VN9oBopfquObP06rmxqcGHGco6E457igIEl22D6geE4guCFDSuiYlRZS2pDd8-de0-whrFIIzP9tv/s4032/IMG_8658.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxeamnh2g6sKbMJlFg7qLbUofbhNDSDqi0X6y70rqHOm54Xrl11ElWrAqjZKCXVEtMPsgrCa3VabHgEMb8hLfBcA1g3ciHnKOdhrKeuF21a1FTT2VN9oBopfquObP06rmxqcGHGco6E457igIEl22D6geE4guCFDSuiYlRZS2pDd8-de0-whrFIIzP9tv/w300-h400/IMG_8658.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">They decided not to find out what flavour baby and I am so pleased about that. There are no real surprises in life that can be better! I know the practical reasons for finding out and each to their own. There is a baby shower in February- a totally alien concept to me and I’m quite glad there’ll be no gender reveal shenanigansl! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">My next post will be all about one thing she specifically requested! It’s involved a lot of planning and preparation and it is underway! I didn’t even know they were a thing!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love from a very happy Nanna to be! X </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">PS SOOZE - thrilled to bits for you with your impending move! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">To Sue and Marlene and all my favourite bloggers - I am still reading and loving your posts - just cannot comment which I will make more of an effort and will deploy my laptop more! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-65511536461077984702023-11-08T04:43:00.002+00:002023-11-08T04:43:39.110+00:00Time has flown<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Time really has flown since I last posted anything! I’m here through a bout of insomnia! I have much to put down on virtual paper for posterity. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">But that will not be now! Off to catch up on my blog reading. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Watch this space!! Til then, my best Wordle from last week! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6aQx88dXX2zA6tydHlwiDepTtJqd_VJlgYp0yCeRN69bWnY_t6yaronkH6DIApfO-xa-Qesp0nCdIGQ9jIUTo8Mk5PdZ6JJB5Kl7iB3RnxZIdO8_Sf38zTqufKrG_fMFJw0zbkf0mQARrBr4nRweZaIcjtcToXgftuM6-NpTz2iDPB_iatpFEvRT1dGC/s2436/IMG_8915.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6aQx88dXX2zA6tydHlwiDepTtJqd_VJlgYp0yCeRN69bWnY_t6yaronkH6DIApfO-xa-Qesp0nCdIGQ9jIUTo8Mk5PdZ6JJB5Kl7iB3RnxZIdO8_Sf38zTqufKrG_fMFJw0zbkf0mQARrBr4nRweZaIcjtcToXgftuM6-NpTz2iDPB_iatpFEvRT1dGC/s320/IMG_8915.png" width="148" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-37813822895724849352023-08-20T07:08:00.002+01:002023-08-20T07:08:34.331+01:00Catch up Weekend<p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Hi everyone, I love catching up with all the blogs I read and it made me wonder, not that I write this ‘for’ anyone as such, and some kind souls do say they like it when I post, if a new post from me, ‘delights’ in the same way those new posts of others delights me! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Firstly, though, I’d like to say a great big fat thank you for those checking out my attempts at loading videos and then taking the time to comment. It is much appreciated. I may post more in the future now they work! ( Sooze I I changed the settings x ) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">I have so many favourite blogs to read and I think it’s because I would be friends in real life with the people who write those blogs. The internet is a strange old place. Twitter can be vicious, horrendoes, scary and poignant, emotional and joyeous. I’ve connected with a few folks on there but the way it’s going I’ll not be on there much longer</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It’s late Saturday afternoon here, the wind and rain from Storm Betty’s outer reach have bogged off and it’s sunny now. The rugby is on the TV and Wales just got absolutely trounced by South Africa. I’m making a chicken korma for tea tonight and there’s poppadoms and naan breads to go with - though I won’t have the naan. I’m off bread and am actively avoiding it much as it kills me. It kills me though to eat it! Even my own homemade sourdough starter loaves are hurting my joints and I’ve got a right spare tyre bulge that bulges worse after bread! I know I’ve said it so so so many times before on here and on the other blog - very neglected that blog is ) I am boring! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Bluebell went out for a lovely long walkies with Mr 26 and has dined on a treat of high quality Turkey n veg tinned food, a few biscuits and some magic seaweed powder that cleans her teeth! She’s at the vet Tuesday for annual jabs</span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";"> and check up. We are then going over to see Miss 29 and her beau for a few days away as the HG has a legitimate week off work. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">I say it like that as in the last few weeks work has been very scarce and he’s been home more than me! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">My neighbour’s hubby has just been made redundant in a last in first out way and as he’s not been there 2 years he’ll not be eligible for any payout. His wife has just got a new apprenticeship role as a Prison Officer so will be starting that ( £30k ) but said with their high mortgage they will struggle to manage. They’ve two young children and hopefully he will find something soon. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">We have less than 12 months now on our mortgage and when that’s done I think the HG will want a new car. On one of the blogs I read, the author is a teacher who has just retired and is enjoying the first none starter of the school year. That’s two retired teacher blogs I read. No three - Tracy, Joy and Luna’s Mum - Bloody hell that’s her name and my own 2nd blog’s name I cannot bring to mind whilst writing this. Scary. I hate it when my brain does this. I could, of course, look them both up before writing but wanted to record it here. I am a bit tired. But not too badly. Could be menopause - though the menos have to to permanently pause. I got to 156 days without then like buses, two came along at once! Could be early onset dementia- I am seriously considering finding out. It’s scary to me when my mind draws a total blank. It happens a lot with people - not just names - but actual real people who will chat away to me and I don’t even recognise them - not - ahh I know you but shit what’s your name type scenario. Actual zero recollection of knowing them. I’ve got quite good at masking/bluffing my way through. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">I had my hair done on Thursday and loved every second of it. I finished a jigsaw that I enjoyed doing so much I eked it out. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1t0jDiJHwfFoalG-p2eLF5XsjzWAFLHH1v59w2HdMH8nnGRo9zSUPsulLw9xOn0lWOkuAhf2XOh55OfoLUVGJ1EVfvsg5y44bUBpZJKxPafYx8ysuzqUJdOT0g96fWc9VYbzlLaj_GtcmO_bxS3hhLcFs44YLYrnvOBKDoDihAVNDKklg-v_fJlTOa1Jr/s4032/IMG_8228.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1t0jDiJHwfFoalG-p2eLF5XsjzWAFLHH1v59w2HdMH8nnGRo9zSUPsulLw9xOn0lWOkuAhf2XOh55OfoLUVGJ1EVfvsg5y44bUBpZJKxPafYx8ysuzqUJdOT0g96fWc9VYbzlLaj_GtcmO_bxS3hhLcFs44YLYrnvOBKDoDihAVNDKklg-v_fJlTOa1Jr/w480-h640/IMG_8228.jpeg" title="Lovely jigsaw" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";"><br />I have blocked out the little matinee jacket and will sew it up tomorrow. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYm1EXoyQe4n15lcB9a-BkNu2uF4Yq5Qckpq2iNtZRgO3nWfeynGnbc0ahemtzT_GNGCyODcibxIFMNAAqGG4bzBsJehUOlEfNePelMtyKXoPtWMLCF9iFSMOMx-7zSi9gz4qeiIP3Cm6_S_X3ptx3vEvb9feW2f8B1v_7vIy2kHiNCVJhv--n5fI_Y_W/s4032/IMG_8187.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYm1EXoyQe4n15lcB9a-BkNu2uF4Yq5Qckpq2iNtZRgO3nWfeynGnbc0ahemtzT_GNGCyODcibxIFMNAAqGG4bzBsJehUOlEfNePelMtyKXoPtWMLCF9iFSMOMx-7zSi9gz4qeiIP3Cm6_S_X3ptx3vEvb9feW2f8B1v_7vIy2kHiNCVJhv--n5fI_Y_W/w480-h640/IMG_8187.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUk_dBb13sz6_J9Z_nSDVJxF982EbhJwL7aP_rQ-5QPVyuqSXywjab2XBnwB4CoThVW1d5SVtAb-0hGjaiEFpVRM5bdRZzhBKElGtTYy207wwlpcldd5gpR7ST6Ev0b2Nq_8c-xRb6YG5uOH9bvC2PRkPS7u8UzhH0-FJjX6kQyuiuKTwWWV7bg1vfNmK/s4032/IMG_8173.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUk_dBb13sz6_J9Z_nSDVJxF982EbhJwL7aP_rQ-5QPVyuqSXywjab2XBnwB4CoThVW1d5SVtAb-0hGjaiEFpVRM5bdRZzhBKElGtTYy207wwlpcldd5gpR7ST6Ev0b2Nq_8c-xRb6YG5uOH9bvC2PRkPS7u8UzhH0-FJjX6kQyuiuKTwWWV7bg1vfNmK/w300-h400/IMG_8173.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br />I’ve enough of the wool left to knit some little bootees. I’ve not been baking much because I don’t want to eat it! Having said that, today at Aldi I bought a tub of clotted cream for some scones I plan to make tomorrow! I’m going to put the tea on shortly and then as the sun is shining I will sit out with my feet on my Revitive for an hour and read my can’t put it down book! I’ll share that next post. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">I’ve spent some time with my friend today. The HG replaced some glass in a kitchen window for her daughter and we went to have a look at the dooer upper she bought. It’s lovely and cute. We have been invited to the wedding next March and it’s something to look forward to. Also something to look forward to is the World Cup Football match tomorrow. Not a fan by any means but I do follow the major tournaments somewhat. I much prefer watching the women - they are faster and more interesting than the men! I hope the England girls can do it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">The news yesterday was heartbreaking for the parents of those tiny babies murdered by a monster doing her evil ways hiding on plain sight. I cannot even begin to imagine what state of mind you’d have to have to want to do something like that. I feel for HER parents and wider family too. I think she should NOT be allowed to choose to not attend sentencing. She should be cattleprodded out and up the stairs into the dock to face her fate. I doubt it will bring any comfort to those bereaved parents at all. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">It’s now Sunday 6am ish. The HG already got up with Bluebell and it is absolutely bouncing down out there. I’ve the shopping coming at 9-10 and I was very very good this time, meal planned the week ish. Only bought what I needed to supplement some freezer meals and decided I was worth the £ for the lightly dusted cod fillets I like! Last night I made a rather delicious chicken korma - the HG is such a delicate flower you know and can’t go much hotter than that! I’m no chilli fiend and cannot understand how some people would want to burn their mouths out! We also then shared some licorice allsorts . Not as good as the ones I recall from my youth. They seemed sweeter and softer. The meals this week will be a little varying but no hardship to me the main cook. For example, the HG and Mr 26 will be having pork chops with veg etc tonight for tea - it was a pack of 2 chops from the freezer. I will have the same veg but with the leftover chicken curry! I’m not that fussy about what will go with things! We will all have gammon steak on Monday - with actifry chips and peas - I’ll have a side salad. The boys will have bread hahaha somethings I’ve bought that were on offer like some chicken kievs - not had them in ages and again a pack of two. I wasn’t buying two packs because I didn’t want a spare one in the freezer as I’m trying my best to empty the darned thing! I’ve written about it before and I’d never buy one again! It’s a side by side American style fridge freezer with water and ice dispenser and it must be getting on for 15-20 years old now. Each side has three shelves and then 3 drawers but the freezer side is smaller and if you don’t have things level - they will slide off the shelves and out of the freezer every time you go in there for something! Next time I’d still want a water and ice dispenser, but they now do them with the fridge on the top and big freezer drawers at the bottom. I’ve decided for now to keep the fridge freezer downstairs in the cellar switched on and I do like a store of bread and milk in it. I’ve also got things like frozen cauli rice and big bags frozen veg in there and it’s handy for frozen pizzas because it’s got wide drawers! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">Todays plans are shower, shopping away, take Bluebell for a run </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">on on the field at the back of us, brunch - bacon, sausage, hash browns, tomatoes from the garden, scrambled egg, beans and mushrooms with toasted soda bread for them ( no bread for me ), clear away, go see Ma in law to make her lunch and watch first half of England v Spain, go see my Mum and watch second half of the game, home, knitting/jigsaw/relax/tidying away more In my bedroom - I’ve been vacuum packing clothes away that don’t fit but I will get back in to them in preparation for us getting new wardrobes. Vacuum packing things is as addictive to me as power washing! I find it strangely hypnotic! Make the tea, clear away, stroll the dog and go back to Kingstown* for a couple episodes then bed! Who knew life could be so exciting! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlapxFumwB6sJhIiEvmnXzm7IPwOFX8FlJLPxVpabKphl6jmXAY5Bn9xbYO3gzdxnyWbJEoqiYioSkVnyi3UZpxka1j5jGdr2ci0r2gax7_ZjayCCMlV9Nbcq3uK9UcSfoF4rb3s7mpUOcucewq-6EMa3ng4qFXp9rJviFEX5C7SlEc9HZA5Et8F0DHqGo/s1230/IMG_7517.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1230" data-original-width="1006" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlapxFumwB6sJhIiEvmnXzm7IPwOFX8FlJLPxVpabKphl6jmXAY5Bn9xbYO3gzdxnyWbJEoqiYioSkVnyi3UZpxka1j5jGdr2ci0r2gax7_ZjayCCMlV9Nbcq3uK9UcSfoF4rb3s7mpUOcucewq-6EMa3ng4qFXp9rJviFEX5C7SlEc9HZA5Et8F0DHqGo/s320/IMG_7517.jpeg" width="262" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">This made me laugh this week. </span></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">Love from Rachel *lucky to have these days of non adventures described in my blog strapline* Radiostar xxx </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">*Mayor Of Kingstown - TV programme by Taylor Sheridan who did all the Yellowstone series. It’s on Paramount+ which is a streaming service like Netflix. We had to watch the first episode a couple of times to get the jist and it’s a bit violent and far fetched but perfect escapism! </span></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-16001942597648711712023-08-07T10:08:00.007+01:002023-08-07T13:17:37.590+01:00Bit of a test post EDITED<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">If anyone could check that the videos I’m posting today work and comment and let me know I’d be really grateful! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Thanks to all who have watched. I hope they can be seen properly now - something in the privacy settings! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">They are of clever Freddie using indoor voice and then both doing tricks for breakfast! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4FVvbJtuwuI" width="320" youtube-src-id="4FVvbJtuwuI"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FcEOaKi8b7E" width="320" youtube-src-id="FcEOaKi8b7E"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">Both from 2019 I think! They are both clever in different ways. She knows at least 20 toys by name and will find them and tidy them into her toy box on command. She also will find socks and put them in the washer for me! Freddie will fetch whatever you point to on ‘Fetch’ and Bluebell will respond to ‘Bring’ in much the same way except she gets frantic and brings all sorts first before the one you are pointing at! Bluebell will NOT do the indoor voice trick at all. Freddie won’t play hide and seek but it’s Bluebell’s favourite! They both have the basic sit, down, leave it, roll over, paw, put ‘em up more or less equally. On a walk they both pull like trains on leads/harness despite hours of training, but will walk to heel off lead perfectly. Her recall is 99% - I’d say his is 98% </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">Never say 100% because they will prove you wrong! Freddie is super cuddly and daft and the reason why we got her. If it was the other way around….. she barks and barks when on a walk. Think it’s just excitement and demanding the ball. That’s something I’d not do if I got another puppy. But the barking gets on my nerves. Interestingly she doesn’t bark for my son or the dog walker! She is a spoilt brat! I have been advised to go cold turkey with her but because especially in winter I need her to have a good run in a short lunch hour - retrieval it is interspersed with hunting games and a bit of training. Freddie is quite happy to just bimble along and if someone throws the ball, happy days! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’m writing this boxed in on both sides by spaniels. Freddie is a deep booming woofer when he thinks someone is at the door. The house uo the road is having a loft conversion done so there’s been skip wagons to bark at and scaffolders and big delivery wagons. Plus it’s bin day. He jumps up at woofs then Madam Barkypants joins in. It’s all over in a few seconds but I keep using the phrase </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">‘Bloody dogs’ </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Either muttered to myself or out loud! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It’s the start of the third week off. I think my first tomato will be eaten today - </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tGW1TDWQ7CY_l5uBThsOhG6aHmGLJb2We7t1CtpLOnF8E7tKJKAeACOcJuawOSUzVtR2UnQKT7g50OIeWNX1XAw9FqaBaxcEl1MlAGASpPx-LlwRxjMl4rdJM36oEm9SRuYzP0OAg3A_Ym0WXijcaLrb6NGnBoj3AOUismCyZz8IDyN7Qfa4qqOm4wUt/s4032/IMG_8036.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tGW1TDWQ7CY_l5uBThsOhG6aHmGLJb2We7t1CtpLOnF8E7tKJKAeACOcJuawOSUzVtR2UnQKT7g50OIeWNX1XAw9FqaBaxcEl1MlAGASpPx-LlwRxjMl4rdJM36oEm9SRuYzP0OAg3A_Ym0WXijcaLrb6NGnBoj3AOUismCyZz8IDyN7Qfa4qqOm4wUt/s320/IMG_8036.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br />I’m going to wait until it’s been warmed by the midday sun to pluck it and stick it on a cracker with some cheese! I’ve no idea what variety it is as it was a surprise of my friend! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIHrNPyou4GnkpDgjUOSw8KLw_YuWecxF7rDPyeyDJ8Cd66Rxx9P7LtV4xaCLkiGneCJJ2yKWEEy5FvVDNVuGRtyPTLVQKiImLKnJlaih5-p9Me5OYU6BCBmrOQGTkI4hRdQJFllylFU_Tfey44naTnPbmqw5b6yCvteAwUE_DrSrpGI-deVpAknYt3Mt/s4032/IMG_8024.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIHrNPyou4GnkpDgjUOSw8KLw_YuWecxF7rDPyeyDJ8Cd66Rxx9P7LtV4xaCLkiGneCJJ2yKWEEy5FvVDNVuGRtyPTLVQKiImLKnJlaih5-p9Me5OYU6BCBmrOQGTkI4hRdQJFllylFU_Tfey44naTnPbmqw5b6yCvteAwUE_DrSrpGI-deVpAknYt3Mt/s320/IMG_8024.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjOTXtIITobc6pvQR59aKE9-4oVjNuNCOsizSP5r9rCnoEKkrwpZr9fpwH5JhNIH7oDk5-LCPTa29AxwLtZKqhJj8kkgsROKMmH6eoGjdSshDh44xaX4uV2PTb-oyaN3_MM4U4gA_IeY4L8TVgyzFTTUb_PjKLgl3xXLFbPGfq0Vb7cpk0UtDAL7MJ43u/s4032/IMG_8023.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjOTXtIITobc6pvQR59aKE9-4oVjNuNCOsizSP5r9rCnoEKkrwpZr9fpwH5JhNIH7oDk5-LCPTa29AxwLtZKqhJj8kkgsROKMmH6eoGjdSshDh44xaX4uV2PTb-oyaN3_MM4U4gA_IeY4L8TVgyzFTTUb_PjKLgl3xXLFbPGfq0Vb7cpk0UtDAL7MJ43u/s320/IMG_8023.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />I picked a little posy to dry for my other friend who is collecting samples for wedding nonsense next year for her daughter. Those frilly poppies are just gorgeous and look like taffeta or silk fabric to me. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It’s a mixture of sun and clouds today - got three loads dry yesterday and have washed the dogs car crate cover and blankets just now ready to peg out. I’m awaiting three parcels today and am undecided wether to do roast chicken for tea or lamb koftas. Think the chicken so then can have leftovers! I’ll do it with some hasselback potatoes I’ve decided and lots of lovely veg. We had a full English for tea last night. Really enjoyed it for a change. After the parcels come I’ll stroll the dogs. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Not to the big handy field at the back of us because bloody travellers have different horses illegally tethered on there. I’m reporting them daily to the council for two reasons. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">1. The welfare of the horses - no shelter, no freedom to roam, danger from kids, dogs etc also some of them are vicious and will move </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">to you to kick and bite. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">2. If you want a horse, buy or rent a sodding field. I’d have to. I actually do not give a flying fox about their Romany Gypsy heritage or whatever it is they will claim again for two reasons</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">1. The people who own the horses live in houses year round. Houses, fixed to the floor, made out of brick. Yes they may travel to Appleby horse fair but so what? That’s just like going on holiday. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">2. The field is not common ground. They are free to graze their horses on common land as os their right. That field is for public use. There’s two football pitches on it. There is horse muck all over. Great circles of grass are ruined with hooves and over grazing. Churned up mores especially after the downpours we’ve had. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I was chatting to a man who knows a bloke at the council who are on the long legal process of doing things. So there’s loopholes. It beggars belief! These people who live in a house are also parking their carts and vans on the field - it gets me MAD. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The council have to post a notice on the field saying whoever owns these horses has 4 days to move them else the council will come get them. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">These lawless morons pull out the posts and simply switch horses. So then the process starts again. The council ARE NOT ALLOWED to simply just turn up and remove the horses. I mean what kind of state is this country in? I think the council should just risk it and remove them anyway. Or remove the travellers - we always called them Potters as kids. I know a few spoil it for the rest but sadly stereotypes are born because of them doing what they do. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway. Huff hmph grrrr. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Let me know if the links work if you can be bothered! The videos are only 8 seconds and you will need sound on ! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *riled up* Radiostar xx </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-59318633939479644682023-08-05T08:50:00.001+01:002023-08-05T08:50:33.715+01:00Saturday memories<p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"> Well, after reading my lovely friend’s blog here</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://diaryofteacher.blogspot.com/2023/08/thursday-03-08-23.html">https://diaryofteacher.blogspot.com/2023/08/thursday-03-08-23.html</a><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It sparked a memory of when I got my ears pierced. My Mum had hers done, my Aunty Laura had hers done but my beloved Nanna didn’t! Instead she had an amazing array of clip on earrings. I loved to see her clip one off when she answered her phone and until she was too elderly and frail to go out, she’s wear a carefully coordinated pair with her outfit. She was very smartly dressed, my Nanna as was the generation I think. ( (1914 she was born ).</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwNnErn9wgMRzc56DhNZuqHVs6d1iQF8cbuEgwgCr8UcEcELctkVAJZy-EwCHMZrqPqzVoh1iRtb5VFphuVFa0G76W0CQk7YHQf60zO--g3nIA1-ABKubl_5v2YmNLihwr6CRlRH_ywxfhh-jn3ps3VloxWJp5ybiwmsEy_wVHidGEQvIM0ToXiPXtLVV/s831/IMG_8004.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="806" data-original-width="831" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwNnErn9wgMRzc56DhNZuqHVs6d1iQF8cbuEgwgCr8UcEcELctkVAJZy-EwCHMZrqPqzVoh1iRtb5VFphuVFa0G76W0CQk7YHQf60zO--g3nIA1-ABKubl_5v2YmNLihwr6CRlRH_ywxfhh-jn3ps3VloxWJp5ybiwmsEy_wVHidGEQvIM0ToXiPXtLVV/w200-h194/IMG_8004.jpeg" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLrpi-npXBTduNIyfxB8D9yRrunk1W98wuc56Ozisgd3PliGyHOwN6_y_-sjEmGL27cwPctUfYXg1f29kJG-vsmX2gU9NvG9y4OSfxcAXjNl4V-UosigszHS8FOYt9JRuqN1ex2Jdp5XMZubkA5bBkSlNblOOrOfuE7uNIDBVoIbVy6vTJyIU7DdxH9UD/s1316/IMG_8003.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1316" data-original-width="1114" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXLrpi-npXBTduNIyfxB8D9yRrunk1W98wuc56Ozisgd3PliGyHOwN6_y_-sjEmGL27cwPctUfYXg1f29kJG-vsmX2gU9NvG9y4OSfxcAXjNl4V-UosigszHS8FOYt9JRuqN1ex2Jdp5XMZubkA5bBkSlNblOOrOfuE7uNIDBVoIbVy6vTJyIU7DdxH9UD/w169-h200/IMG_8003.jpeg" width="169" /></a></div><br />Anyhoo, the glittery coloured clip on earrings lived in her jewellery box on her dressing table. I remember going in and trying them on one time, admiring myself in the dressing table mirror, brushing my hair with one of those fancy big hair brush, mirror, clothes brush , comb and powder puff sets laid out on a crystal glass tray! Very much like this one I found after a quick internet search. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjih8DY8NDnlehEt3S-pb28Irgb0EZWjSkAGFh7qMQ13xnUEhLrL-enpf2pn9tG8PS39-PH4sHCd_bGLe-gA8ZKIBNLyP1TSGVZdAULMF1GP5bZtKDppMDL8IJxAWtnv7M81K-h4Gbav4p5EYzEdNH0MJ9kC4e3rB8XziEbqutIg6eMXV9h0-3CqXl4ysqU/s2019/IMG_8005.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2019" data-original-width="1125" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjih8DY8NDnlehEt3S-pb28Irgb0EZWjSkAGFh7qMQ13xnUEhLrL-enpf2pn9tG8PS39-PH4sHCd_bGLe-gA8ZKIBNLyP1TSGVZdAULMF1GP5bZtKDppMDL8IJxAWtnv7M81K-h4Gbav4p5EYzEdNH0MJ9kC4e3rB8XziEbqutIg6eMXV9h0-3CqXl4ysqU/w356-h640/IMG_8005.jpeg" width="356" /></a></div><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Those earrings really squeezed my lobes and hurt a lot! But she would trot out one of her mantras that pride was painful! Anyway I wanted my ears pierced properly. My Dad said no, if I was supposed to have earrings then I would have been born with holes in my ears</span>! <p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So one day my Mum sent me to the shop for 20 Embassy regal king size and a loaf of bread. I was 7 I think. The route took me past her friend Dora’s house. We’d go there a lot and me and my sisters would play with Dora’s 3 girls. She was Italian and still spoke with a heavy accent and her English wasn’t perfect and she would often get words wrong. Anyway, unbeknownst to me, my Mum had hatched a plan with Dora. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">As I skipped past Dora was at her door and called me in. She said she had something for me to take to my Mum. I said I would go to the shop and then come back. Which is what I did. Back I went clutching my Mum’s cigarettes and a loaf! Ahhh the 70s, the good old days when children could buy fags! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Dora said would you like me to pierce your ears? I’ll plait your hair over so Mum and Dad don’t know! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Yes of course I would! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So I sat in her kitchen on a high wooden stool. I didn’t even know what it would entail! A glass of whisky and a darning needle and cork is what it entailed! I sat still as she did the first one, numbed with an ice cube first and then the second. My ears were throbbing a little bit and she handed me a mirror to look. There, in my ears were a little pair of shiny gold sleepers! She told me to keepa your filthys mitts off little miss! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Well she then plaited my long hair into two pigtails and told me to go wait in the living room whilst she got the ‘thing’ for my Mum. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I remember strongly sitting in her brown sofa in her brown living room not daring to move my head a single millimetre! The ‘thing’ was a bottle of TCP and some cotton wool. It took me ages to walk back home without moving my head. I thought they’d drop out. Ahh the 70’s where you’d go to the shop, get maimed and eventually go home without anyone raising an alarm! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">When I got home I gave the bread, cigs and TCP to Mum. She asked me how come my hair was in plaits. I said Dora did it. She always used to do my hair as her girls had short thick wiry short hair whereas mine was long down to me bum and poker straight! Anyway my </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">mum started laughing and asked me if I liked the surprise! The TCP was to bathe them on an evening and salt water in the morning </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">and keep my filthy mitts off! My Dad never said anything in the end. But that was how I got my ears pierced! I never really had very dirty hands by the way! I was quite a clean child! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I later got them pierced another 4 times as was the fashion when I was a teenager. It really bloody hurts as you go further up! These days I just wear three each side and I rarely change them and when I do, it’s just the bottom ones. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I wear a pair of thin small silver sleepers ( hoops ) on the top one, then a silver stud paw print - present off Darren, in the middle holes and then a pair of silver wedding ring earrings in my original holes. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Thanks for the memory spark Joy! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Freddie is here with us for the week as my girl and her beau and a load of their friends head to Cyprus for a week’s holiday and one of the group’s wedding. We went for a walk and then for a coffee! Some of us had a swim in the river and then some of us not only enjoyed a carrot with our coffee but we had an ice cream as well! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyoM0n6QhIAVJswcvV8Naw5J8sNtnTGu6z5eTqm2vC5qcozeBQbzU2BaeHJCYPWB92trkAGrBigF3CDRqnRxbdoHHevOmLGdt2yRBLQnKr3bsHvdttDV1PDcNJso9RSPs9Pt_PD5a3J-dMPprRNU0KnWogzmxFX8I2uMLTmgHt6qxmUTwaqqknHxzZxJD/s4032/IMG_7986.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyoM0n6QhIAVJswcvV8Naw5J8sNtnTGu6z5eTqm2vC5qcozeBQbzU2BaeHJCYPWB92trkAGrBigF3CDRqnRxbdoHHevOmLGdt2yRBLQnKr3bsHvdttDV1PDcNJso9RSPs9Pt_PD5a3J-dMPprRNU0KnWogzmxFX8I2uMLTmgHt6qxmUTwaqqknHxzZxJD/w480-h640/IMG_7986.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPSSxXRmUBDlDrCl7Mwo_bcJk9DKGHYKuymK0QpaIZjBj9MSw8ASPfZJAbl4tAXNkELPHKsDE3f-Tsm3legEtntzv5Z4k26yGEH3moJLVvjpNB7mN9QWj0_aQsMGzMxWicwr0oxfxAHzk1Nc9AxAa5eb0pwi3tX46XxToJweMz0UK52P8Q56AYD7CdapX/s4032/IMG_7987.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMPSSxXRmUBDlDrCl7Mwo_bcJk9DKGHYKuymK0QpaIZjBj9MSw8ASPfZJAbl4tAXNkELPHKsDE3f-Tsm3legEtntzv5Z4k26yGEH3moJLVvjpNB7mN9QWj0_aQsMGzMxWicwr0oxfxAHzk1Nc9AxAa5eb0pwi3tX46XxToJweMz0UK52P8Q56AYD7CdapX/w300-h400/IMG_7987.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmyUY3MJtIrpXQrkSVYROD5ykVqAkaXxPvuX_vNOeSbV7VMLZIUGSPX5zeLs7UGxOXgY9odfKSGxdSmA2TWE8jsyBt-5gYA7CYWYFjr5lrEhVwQOwaNwgz64ISa-ITmS-KmEzGZ5MF0OD94B42g_e0iGyefTvKp3YAM_B1B91lhwL_97pPIKmiupwzbs8/s1521/IMG_7993.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1521" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwmyUY3MJtIrpXQrkSVYROD5ykVqAkaXxPvuX_vNOeSbV7VMLZIUGSPX5zeLs7UGxOXgY9odfKSGxdSmA2TWE8jsyBt-5gYA7CYWYFjr5lrEhVwQOwaNwgz64ISa-ITmS-KmEzGZ5MF0OD94B42g_e0iGyefTvKp3YAM_B1B91lhwL_97pPIKmiupwzbs8/w296-h400/IMG_7993.jpeg" width="296" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Some of us enjoyed a raspberry ripple shortcake blonde which was scoffed far too quickly for a photo! We then spent the rest of the day snoozing! I’d made a chilli for tea but as I like most things the next day - I had the night before’s chicken curry knowing full well I will enjoy the chilli today! It’s no big deal for me to serve two dishes up! Mostly we will eat the same meal but as I’m cooking, it matters not who has what! ( I can hear some people reading this recoiling in horror hahahah )</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">We had two lovely days of sunshine, Thursday and Friday but Saturday has started with a bit of rain. I got up at 5.30. I’ve cleaned all the kitchen, emptied the dishwasher etc. just need to sweep, hoover and mop at some point. The butcher is coming today. I love John the Butcher. He’s a proper traditional butcher who switched his market stall to home delivery during COVID and decided it suits him better! It suits me better too as often I would only go into town to go to his stall. Most of the meat comes from his brother’s farm. He has a really thick Northern accent and has a little white cab. He wears a traditional butchers coat and apron and hat and brings my meat to the door on a little fold up table! As we wait for the card machine to warm up, we’ll have a little chat! He texts me every Thursday or Friday to see if I need anything! Now I know I said to Sooze in a comment yesterday that my freezer is full of meat, it is but the wrong kind! I’m just getting some bacon, sausage, gammon and a chicken to roast today. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I am about ready to do a stock take of my tins - I always have a little dehumidifier trap in the tin cupboard but my refills for it will be here in the week - cheaper from Lakeland than AMA zon and I had a voucher too. I’ll give the cupboard a good clean. I’m trying to find some good old fashioned dettol to do household jobs. I’m finishing I cannot stomach the strong smells of zoohlora and the like. I bought mIlton fluid last time and it’s changed and now smells minty which knocks me sick. I am awkward because equally I dislike non scented products! I usually stick to lemon but flash lemon has changed and again it’s not right! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">What do you use? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Right enough waffling on. I’m going to run a nice bath for myself for a soak. My trotters need attention! My daughter asked me to paint her toenails for her holidays ( I have one of those home gel nail kits with an LED lamp ) and she did mine! Matching Paul pink with a smattering of silvery glitter! I need to have a good going over with a pumice! Hahah </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love from </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *feet like leather* Radiostar xx </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-12351172350066007462023-08-03T14:49:00.001+01:002023-08-03T14:52:22.252+01:00August Show and tell post<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So I’e been very busy helping my friend with a project with my other friend! They are two of my very best friends in the world and I love them both dearly. ( Last year we had the best caravan holiday ever ! ) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So my friend J bought this Sherlock Holmes chair off FB for £40 English pounds. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIe_U7Befc2aP5naH8jpuH-h8Uq0E_E0cvCJh4aNWf-87pPUCGdCM-t--Zbb2YFaJ3jT95Yma7A4tkKqTEHA1KZbtp0E8yLjohZx8MNaMaWIlVwBv3TwZ_rCNitHnYfOUMt-qw4DoUL9NmBH0JrRoOMJPuPm6h7rTNbo04Hq3_UOiua3aZ_Bw1-ZD9Gf3n/s1334/93da74e8-670e-4127-a438-682a43ce616e.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIe_U7Befc2aP5naH8jpuH-h8Uq0E_E0cvCJh4aNWf-87pPUCGdCM-t--Zbb2YFaJ3jT95Yma7A4tkKqTEHA1KZbtp0E8yLjohZx8MNaMaWIlVwBv3TwZ_rCNitHnYfOUMt-qw4DoUL9NmBH0JrRoOMJPuPm6h7rTNbo04Hq3_UOiua3aZ_Bw1-ZD9Gf3n/w360-h640/93da74e8-670e-4127-a438-682a43ce616e.jpeg" width="360" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43jotyhrNyvvZW3B1-TpOe8nhITVApmSKraydbk1gSXK83XQ7rH_1LYVnU6hQdL48B613cdLc4G0lUCnVGgK6uiHBhGqAPFi1BWYn3Dl7U3aOd-w6wTVMRHWRTrrWNo8Od-3pBTvtL63WuHy1mDqLFlGK-O2yljHYs-PWAY5SFy6Op2ws43pB8v_7v62x/s1334/b69d95a0-c418-4f64-a84a-2c9ac3254066.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43jotyhrNyvvZW3B1-TpOe8nhITVApmSKraydbk1gSXK83XQ7rH_1LYVnU6hQdL48B613cdLc4G0lUCnVGgK6uiHBhGqAPFi1BWYn3Dl7U3aOd-w6wTVMRHWRTrrWNo8Od-3pBTvtL63WuHy1mDqLFlGK-O2yljHYs-PWAY5SFy6Op2ws43pB8v_7v62x/s320/b69d95a0-c418-4f64-a84a-2c9ac3254066.jpeg" width="180" /></a></div><br />This was in October 2021. We finished it yesterday ! She asked my very talented diy gal H to help her do it up. She’d bought the length of fabric because she really liked the cushion she’d bought. The fabric was NOT really upholstery fabric but never mind!</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">H started off by dismantling the chair piece by piece </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowApBSXMOycnQmEQMLqF496W8ZpCEs6Fw1Wiqs7oQF-m7aGDJjW2ip2TJIOwf0XVBmYz4RaWhl-7VYwcYTGafliBDPYJMpJV03t2cF6zR6n8cclmAHJuI6KSGrNowjBuVNcaBcwpA62I40cZgg4BW29YrfY9rDNg56yZBEhqi7DGYeEPe4T1w6c3Vyv2K/s2016/bd9ed90c-7c27-4d93-9631-a9759cbdd612.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1134" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgowApBSXMOycnQmEQMLqF496W8ZpCEs6Fw1Wiqs7oQF-m7aGDJjW2ip2TJIOwf0XVBmYz4RaWhl-7VYwcYTGafliBDPYJMpJV03t2cF6zR6n8cclmAHJuI6KSGrNowjBuVNcaBcwpA62I40cZgg4BW29YrfY9rDNg56yZBEhqi7DGYeEPe4T1w6c3Vyv2K/s320/bd9ed90c-7c27-4d93-9631-a9759cbdd612.jpeg" width="180" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br />and used the original fabric as pattern pieces. She sewed the piping on the chair arms and then asked me if I could help out by doing the chair cushion. So we’ve had a few lovely days together at J’s house. H been bending over the chair at all angles stretching fabric and trying to penetrate what turned out to be the most hardest wood in the whole universe with a variety of staple guns, drills, hammer and nails. Many fingers have been compromised in this chair. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdkz_JZuP_Feh49RxwXkRHS9lnygst5w5UVxq76UKiSloQcIphbCR83z13zk8f7yYPNQExIDHxhMVeXaDqeAb5kMVaN_a7lsFulhWFhJtJse4cgwjPTGrenykcBQ2HWQ00bY6G_cwAqzzSz0DxpFNcxYdacRGMcefgnN_bliJXsg_4d3rhhNsnMN-rMgE5/s4032/IMG_7883.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdkz_JZuP_Feh49RxwXkRHS9lnygst5w5UVxq76UKiSloQcIphbCR83z13zk8f7yYPNQExIDHxhMVeXaDqeAb5kMVaN_a7lsFulhWFhJtJse4cgwjPTGrenykcBQ2HWQ00bY6G_cwAqzzSz0DxpFNcxYdacRGMcefgnN_bliJXsg_4d3rhhNsnMN-rMgE5/s320/IMG_7883.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />J does not possess a single plaster it was discovered and poor H had to make do with comedy first aid on more than one occasion. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarxDpnRenbMLykbBiKKHhx5OLrB6nbTz5Mmm0aSMkWOH0ynLufYWLNQcCPGWPBuprXboAPWW2_HzvDQXIavPfsX-mLrpl5J3jV-MrEnLO6cDEzi0Y9VH6bxs8c8ZwO7TG7mry6rTd9o6Y_P_tFaTWs8W22bxiOb7SnAcI7Zu4POcujCO98Yz5BH25pibW/s1629/IMG_7898.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1629" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarxDpnRenbMLykbBiKKHhx5OLrB6nbTz5Mmm0aSMkWOH0ynLufYWLNQcCPGWPBuprXboAPWW2_HzvDQXIavPfsX-mLrpl5J3jV-MrEnLO6cDEzi0Y9VH6bxs8c8ZwO7TG7mry6rTd9o6Y_P_tFaTWs8W22bxiOb7SnAcI7Zu4POcujCO98Yz5BH25pibW/s320/IMG_7898.jpeg" width="221" /></a></div><br />I’ve been sat at the machine sewing and swearing trying to fettle the cushion together. The added stress from H about the coloured spots going the right way! J made breakfasts, lunches, cups of tea and ‘held’ things! </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Her idea was to get the fabric and drape and staple/glue in place. No, said H, we do it proper. So H did all the hard work really. The cushion took a while as when I did the top I didn’t really have the right foot. So then I just did it bit by bit. My wonderful HG took me to the local haberdashery ( love that word ) so I could buy the correct foot and I fell in love with piping! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlht99JL6oC8nTjPTFQBr12PKa9UN6tmk6bAPdoa1UzYXHuE0Dubo65AYVdMG2u1BD9cv9fPf4DzpB3QXi2TSbyC5lT7y44WPqxjQOlNFYxJFXxfan3NJBtMeJdbcLic7xRls_u4tE72NMBd2f8x7f0V4VSsmrkv6pdWqjPhV6n7KW1k20hWPmwL_SEqP_/s4032/IMG_7859.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlht99JL6oC8nTjPTFQBr12PKa9UN6tmk6bAPdoa1UzYXHuE0Dubo65AYVdMG2u1BD9cv9fPf4DzpB3QXi2TSbyC5lT7y44WPqxjQOlNFYxJFXxfan3NJBtMeJdbcLic7xRls_u4tE72NMBd2f8x7f0V4VSsmrkv6pdWqjPhV6n7KW1k20hWPmwL_SEqP_/s320/IMG_7859.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1rE_jEALagy6c0HL3eAhtThfz8C9wviulehtw5kxfUdFEyLabIh7VLy0Ck8O8NV-NhCmu9JKLMLB0pt90H1balPffZJu_nYFLUHKcjNGNER_rsmrXclVEya1qDRn6v_PtL1wNK_YI_jxZebASsBy-rhplzqyu8uhOf8utyRT7Vo3M-xUky--KELGrZch/s4032/IMG_7863.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1rE_jEALagy6c0HL3eAhtThfz8C9wviulehtw5kxfUdFEyLabIh7VLy0Ck8O8NV-NhCmu9JKLMLB0pt90H1balPffZJu_nYFLUHKcjNGNER_rsmrXclVEya1qDRn6v_PtL1wNK_YI_jxZebASsBy-rhplzqyu8uhOf8utyRT7Vo3M-xUky--KELGrZch/s320/IMG_7863.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HAw_gJyAmTZ34CRS9C5EhrQY8z4krsLjeGB7bvlve5l8_9H3pUefkz9wYvUJvaMvlWMj6xGvAFZCTs9-pPZ0C3qpfsm7cXbjUosgQD9qvsWLwiyH99SONzsniRQCILxMbtm8CBpyVhC_sVpBvjHTTwyq6g09M2uX2DyNW4D6JLVsgpgVLODmIHAfSBAw/s4032/IMG_7867.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HAw_gJyAmTZ34CRS9C5EhrQY8z4krsLjeGB7bvlve5l8_9H3pUefkz9wYvUJvaMvlWMj6xGvAFZCTs9-pPZ0C3qpfsm7cXbjUosgQD9qvsWLwiyH99SONzsniRQCILxMbtm8CBpyVhC_sVpBvjHTTwyq6g09M2uX2DyNW4D6JLVsgpgVLODmIHAfSBAw/s320/IMG_7867.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><span>So I was determined to have it finished by our next planned session </span>as a surprise that I puffed and panted and wrestled the very stiff foam cushion into the cover. Stood back. Ooed and aaahed and BLEEEEEEPED *^#}{|~>>!!!!</span></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3eYiumYBWiMVAT1t1N3u9G7lF5_Y2aQ38ZQE1QuYbry2D-HYlgZ9uMtdIKIadvMSvNecBJ7IDxdJRmbxZyNIvHrrd6fymqCnbeuxUutkxRKfNTTOd1dFLvKubexnOnarHxnVCYZz7s3w95ETg3gxgtCKDFR-dx6BpoHwb_KjRgMl1MW0lpPShLNY9sJ0/s4032/IMG_7865.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3eYiumYBWiMVAT1t1N3u9G7lF5_Y2aQ38ZQE1QuYbry2D-HYlgZ9uMtdIKIadvMSvNecBJ7IDxdJRmbxZyNIvHrrd6fymqCnbeuxUutkxRKfNTTOd1dFLvKubexnOnarHxnVCYZz7s3w95ETg3gxgtCKDFR-dx6BpoHwb_KjRgMl1MW0lpPShLNY9sJ0/s320/IMG_7865.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’d missed catching a bit it. I considered my options. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">A). leave it - it’d not be seen. ( never an option really )</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">B). Hand sew it and catch it in </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">C). Re wrestle it with much effort and re stitch. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I decided to sleep on it. Next morning, I puffed and panted and tugged and with much effort, took the bleeping cushion pad out of the bleeping cover and re stitched it. I wish I’d double checked it first!! It then went back in, all the time I was praying the zip wouldn’t bust under the strain but finally it was done! </span><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">At the end, I said we should do a big reveal like we were on an episode of The Repair Shop. An episode? We’d take a whole series!! I said that J should declare it amazing and cry whilst we undraped it. It was pointed out that the use of bbq skewers, bits of card out the garage, screwdrivers being used as emergency chisels because the bleeping bits of wood in the bleeping way were stopping us reattaching the legs, the omg genius R suggestion of carpet tacks being used ( successful for about 8 inches of securing fabric ), the box of nails that were spilt 5 times, the gripper metal stuff that chewed H and J’s fingers </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">to bits, the toilet roll, sellotape, the automatic staple gun that seemed to fire at will and was more like a deadly weapon than a diy tool and plastic gloves used as emergency first aid, the bleeping piping on the bleeping cushion that had to be redone with much bleeping might not be BBC friendly viewing! That’s J’s dog ‘helping’. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqbD0aU5eBwjr4g0vALl-jptIH55Lc5UrnjVOOp8GaKjf0-EnExDpihWsTu325usqszU-_v-fW8MVM4MYr5aSkv9grDKCq-3JEsZYvB_bLKApxf2hdmd6Z4NTBDCUqKlZU_8FxIRIAzb0D56MZqUxPwFFxAQDisL1RdkNFpy1i3fF0UdW4AphrL8N-Rl0/s4032/IMG_7886.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqbD0aU5eBwjr4g0vALl-jptIH55Lc5UrnjVOOp8GaKjf0-EnExDpihWsTu325usqszU-_v-fW8MVM4MYr5aSkv9grDKCq-3JEsZYvB_bLKApxf2hdmd6Z4NTBDCUqKlZU_8FxIRIAzb0D56MZqUxPwFFxAQDisL1RdkNFpy1i3fF0UdW4AphrL8N-Rl0/s320/IMG_7886.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VX7iy_NRPXJ8sMHLmIG5SlciCqaMiubi8_-pDEh8uvrN89vlk4TcErcFbszNx0REXLS4jwkUx32fiwm85--XJ5Osawr6g2tgwfv9EAa-7HlmP7dIrP9_pBnFQYJs5L7RNoxNb2v-DomVQbIXKhPDrV4N77A2EGn-SLCCzqkjlNDb3U7wkI1i8bOj0p0t/s4032/IMG_7890.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VX7iy_NRPXJ8sMHLmIG5SlciCqaMiubi8_-pDEh8uvrN89vlk4TcErcFbszNx0REXLS4jwkUx32fiwm85--XJ5Osawr6g2tgwfv9EAa-7HlmP7dIrP9_pBnFQYJs5L7RNoxNb2v-DomVQbIXKhPDrV4N77A2EGn-SLCCzqkjlNDb3U7wkI1i8bOj0p0t/s320/IMG_7890.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTigDuH-4QTGarTcIoUvG3xWUKj2ptG3GyS4wiKsVuq7CkhqllLckzicteEqLcLXcCvmfyxGpSOEF-3vt2rocV-mle0OvvUR15tVJGmbnaxjE5srCAVrRrOXA38ZWSvlt7X-27PRW9Jd8wxvwpPGBsyjxTJh64PS6ivE435eUCYK1cc6db_jEUvRAtPYm9/s4032/IMG_7892.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTigDuH-4QTGarTcIoUvG3xWUKj2ptG3GyS4wiKsVuq7CkhqllLckzicteEqLcLXcCvmfyxGpSOEF-3vt2rocV-mle0OvvUR15tVJGmbnaxjE5srCAVrRrOXA38ZWSvlt7X-27PRW9Jd8wxvwpPGBsyjxTJh64PS6ivE435eUCYK1cc6db_jEUvRAtPYm9/s320/IMG_7892.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">J covered her footstool with a little help by herself and should be rightly proud. Finally her chair is in her lounge looking gorgeous. She said she will treasure it forever. I was not allowed to take the cushion and try and wrestle it out again to sort the front edge. You should NEVER point out your mistakes says Janet Clare ( quite famous quilty sewing lady) and she is correct!! But I see it, I can’t stop thinking about it and next time we go round I may just take my sewing machine and fix it!!! </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">As we are all Summer born, I made a H friendly black forest gateaux as a belated birthday cake. H friendly has to be gluten, wheat AND dairy free. So my cake is totally suitable for vegans! </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBZWtcHlIcC8V8J5HaQanOZ5CBl5y4-RSGMOv75FQb0-19ic-n0HkLjUi4Irp5uta0KuyDThIpdq0L17jk4ZS7QJwotJGf_ZXwXPcL5q11lGN2JIFJRg2D6HgkhlB4cgWNymBRqMmgXAt_1NP6u07wtdiimjz3UM8RCR9byANzb-1r8UE7e79x8paNzlc/s4032/IMG_7872.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBZWtcHlIcC8V8J5HaQanOZ5CBl5y4-RSGMOv75FQb0-19ic-n0HkLjUi4Irp5uta0KuyDThIpdq0L17jk4ZS7QJwotJGf_ZXwXPcL5q11lGN2JIFJRg2D6HgkhlB4cgWNymBRqMmgXAt_1NP6u07wtdiimjz3UM8RCR9byANzb-1r8UE7e79x8paNzlc/s320/IMG_7872.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br />I did use a packet mix for ease and this one makes a genuinely can’t tell the difference chocolate cake. I used Dr Oethingy chocolate spread stuff found on baking aisle which again is very convincing and doesn’t taste as artificial as some vegan things can and the grated topping is a tasty vegan chocolate bar that Mr MnS does. The cream is Elmlea plant based stuff that is actually a very good double cream substitute- much softer though and less stable. Tastes just like dream topping if anyone remembers that! I also used black cherry jam and some glacé cherries from Mr MnS. It was the second time I’ve made this and again it was so lovely! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtjWCKG6JhXdB89UtciNEx6u0YGQt9vINe65NdzdSpcORl5ZCMrQ7YdKm3fELaBE-WdTGexvAk9tewScZJhvYEAZ_rv-TzDZRiqN3u0xQ8yK76fy66dUYEeQX4i_YrkIGs88NmURPRCnZY36mUom-BiJA4JE6CNIKYJOjdOC33VMRv6nug-lRt1DNfgC1/s2689/IMG_7873.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2689" data-original-width="2675" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEtjWCKG6JhXdB89UtciNEx6u0YGQt9vINe65NdzdSpcORl5ZCMrQ7YdKm3fELaBE-WdTGexvAk9tewScZJhvYEAZ_rv-TzDZRiqN3u0xQ8yK76fy66dUYEeQX4i_YrkIGs88NmURPRCnZY36mUom-BiJA4JE6CNIKYJOjdOC33VMRv6nug-lRt1DNfgC1/s320/IMG_7873.jpeg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77EmXjFVVsBqBzNRDEUCImNFAzbbkU6sUOhpSDtkcq2RAR4G-59oN-m2X9WqNqRQMKRWOnP7WwG7y3QozPW46KnzlXK35qfQGoEKjdag_t8V47nngOaC5cB1xxEZSqp5eNQPprmWnlzUnSDaXljt-yst8h1Ww-aeIGRhY6Jouox3K8kKFeinCn8zI6JUt/s3501/IMG_7871.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3501" data-original-width="3001" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77EmXjFVVsBqBzNRDEUCImNFAzbbkU6sUOhpSDtkcq2RAR4G-59oN-m2X9WqNqRQMKRWOnP7WwG7y3QozPW46KnzlXK35qfQGoEKjdag_t8V47nngOaC5cB1xxEZSqp5eNQPprmWnlzUnSDaXljt-yst8h1Ww-aeIGRhY6Jouox3K8kKFeinCn8zI6JUt/s320/IMG_7871.jpeg" width="274" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDMmgptiOEfjwd41JIQsF7uaTDGlE5z2N5Gzsb-lvz2WQ3g5bdxHksHeVUIBLGwxJ2INtc2NOjjvyVOW1QdZsi8DYZDN9_39XEYbh92PQmZg7ax7dbVqlFZNYr9jBMxSQ7SvqWO9tlLmkJTPJxN1dH0Z7WIItCE5tkunu09-XU1gxQpX4XXhAJw70WWgx/s3024/IMG_7869.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2729" data-original-width="3024" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDMmgptiOEfjwd41JIQsF7uaTDGlE5z2N5Gzsb-lvz2WQ3g5bdxHksHeVUIBLGwxJ2INtc2NOjjvyVOW1QdZsi8DYZDN9_39XEYbh92PQmZg7ax7dbVqlFZNYr9jBMxSQ7SvqWO9tlLmkJTPJxN1dH0Z7WIItCE5tkunu09-XU1gxQpX4XXhAJw70WWgx/s320/IMG_7869.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span><p></p><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Right, Miss 29 is arriving by train later, bringing Freddie for his holidays whilst her and the beau jet off to Cyprus for a weeks holiday and attending their friend’s wedding. Tea tonight is yet to be voted on. It’ll either be a chicken tikka masala or a Mexican chilli. Either way, delicious! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve been thinking a bit about the using up what I’ve got method - which needs to be done freezer wise really and then in the cupboard. But. Here’s my thinking. What if I eat all my emergency tins of soup for example - using up what I have - and then maybe replacing them - the cost of replacing is going to be so much more! I’ve plenty of stuff in and just had a shop delivered today but I am going to try not do another big shop now until the last week of August. I’m going to up my regular savings amount direct debit by another £28.28 </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve done this the last 6 months or so, and it’s not so much a huge amount I miss, but the odd little 28ps are adding up nicely to the total! I’ve decided this year, as much as I love wrapping and squirrelling little things away for teeny great nephews and neice’s, I’m not this year. I’m going to write them a card and gift them som</span>e <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">spending money. I’m going to do this in October 1/2 term to lessen the C word angst I get thinking what to get them! So I won’t be looking in the sales for bargains. It just helps my memory out a bit and I know how short of time I seem at school as 25th Dec looms! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">My lovely friend Tracey who blogs here <a href="https://smilingalittle.blogspot.com/">https://smilingalittle.blogspot.com/</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">does what I have done in the past, and had a Christmas box and a list and pop stuff in throughout the year and it is a good system! But this year, spending money is the way to go for me. Last year I gifted money and a careful wow gift thought out carefully ( I do love giving presents ) but due to time restrictions and other stuff and giving some via my Ma in law who with dementia a had found them and hidden them, the HG’s side didn’t get their gifts until after Christmas. ( I found them carefully tucked under her knickers and vests in the dressing table drawer !! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway that’s my plans! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Bye everyone, </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *loving being off work* Radiostar xxx</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-36283804344954344402023-08-01T00:31:00.000+01:002023-08-01T00:31:08.698+01:00Last day of July<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Hi everyone, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I can’t get to sleep. It’s actually the 1st August …just. Today the HG had no work again. We always have a bit of a laugh about him encroaching on my holidays! It’s daft really but it does irk me when days to myself get cancelled in this way. Not that I don’t appreciate having him around. He’s kept busy today pottering about n doing stinky jobs like washing out the wheels bins. He also walked the dog in the pouring rain and i have pleased myself. I’ve not done the sorting out I’d planned. It just makes me feel ‘responsible’ for the day and he doesn’t get that because of the job I do, I really do need days to decompress. The weekends don’t count. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway I suppose I’m more peed off with the </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">firm/management of who he subcontracts for. Anyway late last night I checked on his self assessment page and we were thrilled to see a wee tax rebate. I said Bank it ( in these uncertain times ), he said we could get a new cooker. I said not until the one we have totally fails - although it probably is not efficient. It did well yesterday and I made a full on Christmas dinner but with chicken and no sprouts and parsnips! Today I had some eggs to use up ( and cream ) so I baked a wee sponge cake. Not pretty but delicious! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZj8VTE5vCRe_P7dHhO9ORTYmLT07-f3B3ZvHVw8th98jD0MAYb4BhnrsPNthTj37Usekl6e4PUaEd-hjlNicl1em1rS8fnaOzGi0E3Aq165pxi6QwJmE-JcOlrZTkzqbr3zb2tF1FgLVAtclncA9EgLV2lRVDsbg7jqVFcG9F9lJgTdXBT6yJX_avbWT/s4032/IMG_7851.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtZj8VTE5vCRe_P7dHhO9ORTYmLT07-f3B3ZvHVw8th98jD0MAYb4BhnrsPNthTj37Usekl6e4PUaEd-hjlNicl1em1rS8fnaOzGi0E3Aq165pxi6QwJmE-JcOlrZTkzqbr3zb2tF1FgLVAtclncA9EgLV2lRVDsbg7jqVFcG9F9lJgTdXBT6yJX_avbWT/s320/IMG_7851.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The Weather up north is shocking for rain right now but it is perfect temperature for me and my hot flashes! I’ve done some sewing and knitting ( show and tells coming ) and we sat down with a brew this afternoon and caught up with some recorded TV and we watched the end of The Ashes. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">On my last post I listed all my aches n pains and declared I was fed up of moaning on. So me and the HG had a bet. I bet him 10p that I could go for 24hours without moaning. At first I almost slipped up, but getting ipmn down out the chair, I clamped my mouth shut n said nothing! I did say how hot I was after just cooking the tea, the HG said, was that a moan?? I argued it wasn’t! Anyway it’s the end of day 2 now and I’ve still not moaned! Quite pleased with myself! Also my shoulders and legs don’t seem to be as painful! Are the two things linked? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I took this photo today out of my back window. It’s to show how rampant my hibiscus shrubs are. They are also a variety of Roses of Sharon ! What a name! And looking them up showed me that to buy plants like mine would be over £100 each! The line is my washing line - redundant this week so far. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEU-q5ragfjTYNyg1SGJa7XSVa5WbkVMiisXSKTjpUucP2vztNT-66Qykn2dxQ25VSsiLb7XUUjbpZ0p4eCcjOpxNOZ3Cc1ncBc_rEkrLI2rJdiVP9j-7tzkKeG2FvdE1h12uLadrQKMi1RV458xLS4G9PfLXlZMbm62EFLS87CrNel3YeLpScg4AOgUc/s4032/IMG_7848.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkEU-q5ragfjTYNyg1SGJa7XSVa5WbkVMiisXSKTjpUucP2vztNT-66Qykn2dxQ25VSsiLb7XUUjbpZ0p4eCcjOpxNOZ3Cc1ncBc_rEkrLI2rJdiVP9j-7tzkKeG2FvdE1h12uLadrQKMi1RV458xLS4G9PfLXlZMbm62EFLS87CrNel3YeLpScg4AOgUc/w480-h640/IMG_7848.jpeg" width="480" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br />I can feel my eyes getting sleepy now so I will try and get some sleep. Miss 29 is coming on Thursday, bringing Freddie and staying overnight. Her and The Beau are jetting off to Cyprus for a wedding and we are dog sitting. Bluebell will be so excited! </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Right, am signing off</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Bye everyone </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">R x</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-73521053086516644482023-07-29T10:13:00.007+01:002023-07-29T11:19:13.587+01:00Vintage Knitting Patterns<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywyzpGlw92fSYXiuzrSz_p0665VRMB92ts6-BcWLt5dDrrIBKBrrkRHMOafwwZqUdih8hYQiNSPiNbrYYx1d7PlGNLY0-G-cjxzCN5_3WNEcoqIvAsqgkz62bHqn1xHA8BhXKKbe-j15oT59UzNkknH11IEUZnkFkOhdE4lkgD3KhC1898ySojsO8XSUJ/s4032/IMG_7819.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywyzpGlw92fSYXiuzrSz_p0665VRMB92ts6-BcWLt5dDrrIBKBrrkRHMOafwwZqUdih8hYQiNSPiNbrYYx1d7PlGNLY0-G-cjxzCN5_3WNEcoqIvAsqgkz62bHqn1xHA8BhXKKbe-j15oT59UzNkknH11IEUZnkFkOhdE4lkgD3KhC1898ySojsO8XSUJ/w480-h640/IMG_7819.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Hi everyone, </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">When knitting vintage patterns, I think of the ladies who knitted them before me. And how the flippety heck they managed in poorer light of an evening! The writing is SMALL, the picture doesn’t help much when trying to figure out the pattern! 192 stitches took me 10 minutes. My brain was also frazzled because I couldn’t understand how it would get to 184 because I was reasoning it was an INCREASE not a DECREASE in stitches. This is when I need to step away from the knitting!! Hopefully will have a show n tell soon! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">But whilst I have a few books by more modern knitters like Debbie Bliss - I find her patterns quite tricky to follow. My go to favourites are the fancy patterns that belonged to my Aunties, Nanna, Mum etc that are lacy and have a timeless charm. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So it’s Saturday, the washer is on. But despite the weather saying no rain, it’s bloody raining. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Everyone is up. Me and my sister have completed all the different word games we do online, messaging each other with how we’ve done. On the whole she is better than me! A new favourite is the connections game- much like the wall on Only Connect. But it’s American so sometimes it’s very tricky to solve. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve just fed the sourdough. Thinking I might do pizza for tea later so once it’s got going I’ll make a dough to rise for most of the day. A dog walk is on the cards but blimey I am moany today. Me and the HG are outdoing each other for aches n pains but I win today - we go top to bottom hahaha</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Me. </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">Tongue - ulcer. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";">Him. Ok chest up!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Me. Shoulders - arthritis </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"> Him. Upper back - from where he fell at work off a ladder </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Me Boobs - bloody menopause - got to 105 days hmmmmph</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Him Elbows - wear n tear </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Me Hips - new to me ache this week - think I’m too heavy for them and as Shakira sang, the hips don’t lie !! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Him Lower back - last 20 years moaning about it </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Me Knees - see hips</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Him Hands - wear n tear due to manual labour and holding his ipad I say </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Me Winning at moaning old lady yet refuse to get on and help myself!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The reason for this is something we use at work called the change cycle. Thanks to Mr G Oogle for the image - I am stuck at pre contemplation. If I’m being brutally honest and as this cycle is fluid I am generally bouncing between contemplation and planning. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">C<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxBsut_w8jPKtLRc_1rClk_kdDrgDbYxcfOsEBaNQkXSd0HjgKAQWpuTicwUND2-9xzU306ms51lSoteaIlR-EvAR818b5gVDNowsV-07UD1_emmUF7-n88e75fBaNL_LIZcdaSgHta7ID1eWpAgqtAGCaBSi2Z1QIm_-7jEJyNemj47pW6saHcH1eCOa/s1203/IMG_7826.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1203" data-original-width="1125" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxBsut_w8jPKtLRc_1rClk_kdDrgDbYxcfOsEBaNQkXSd0HjgKAQWpuTicwUND2-9xzU306ms51lSoteaIlR-EvAR818b5gVDNowsV-07UD1_emmUF7-n88e75fBaNL_LIZcdaSgHta7ID1eWpAgqtAGCaBSi2Z1QIm_-7jEJyNemj47pW6saHcH1eCOa/w598-h640/IMG_7826.jpeg" width="598" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">I’ve been successful with it in the past and know how the upward spiral works and makes you feel! It’s self discipline and will power I’m lacking! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">Anyway</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">Today I am aiming to aid my parasympathetic system with a walk out in some nature with Bluebell and the HG. I’m currently in Autophage ( Dr M Mosely ) because I am still fasting from last night and am quite hydrated! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">The first week of the holidays is over. I did actually spend the day at work on Tuesday sorting out resources and the room I work in to give me a head start come September when I return. Staff have inset on the 1st September which is a Friday and then the children come in on the Monday. This coming year I’ve a new challenge as I am working one to one with a non verbal child with Autism. I started last September with them </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">as a temporary thing whilst a member</span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;"> of staff was still on maternity. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">I’ve quite the strong views on inclusion and specialist provision. This little one is at the highest end of the spectrum I’d say and should NOT be in mainstream school because quite simply it is doing them a disservice. Mainstream have to work much harder and with no budget to try and meet the needs of the pupils like this. But simply ‘meeting the needs’ in my</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;"> is not enough. That’s the bare </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">minimum. This child deserves to thrive and meet their potential. I was specialist trained over 30 years ago now in ASC but that was set in a specially set up school with specialist equipment and space and highly trained teachers and specialist support with differing timetables suited to each individual. In mainstream, as with so many,the first Reception year is much more accommodating and ‘easier’ for staff to support and try and enable. Y1 has proved much more challenging for staff to plan and provide challenge whilst assessing for them. This was not best for them in my ( unwanted )opinion and is not sustainable and as this one I’m working with moves into Y2, I have had to adapt my working hours and compromise my other pastoral role in order to have them withdrawn from the classroom all morning ( where’s the inclusion now??? ) - it’s timetabled properly and I’ve worked closely with the school SENCO to provide learning opportunities and to try and help with communication using PECS cards - it stands for Picture Exchange - I will be free to use outdoors, I have a sensory programme to follow and will be trying to help them with independent learning and focus. But I’m not gonna lie - it’s a right chuffing challenge. I worry - what if I’m getting it wrong? It might sound like I’m protesting at having to do this and honestly a part of me is furious because it’s not really my job. I am human and it’s just my knee jerk reaction. But I also am professional and already have been doing extra research and been planning activities and hopefully learning experiences where they show real progress. Do you know what though, I’m only paid at Grade 6. That’s shit money for doing what I’m going to do. Legally I’m probably too high on a grade for this and mainstream could actually and have done in the past, put in a Level 1 support - barely above minimum wage. Morally it is WRONG. This child deserves more. But with all the will in the world, it’s nowhere near enough good enough. But hey, I’m not in charge thank the lord, so I will do as I am told. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">Parents absolutely have the right to place their child in the education setting they choose. Like my sister and Harry. He went to mainstream. He’s lucky to be academically bright but that school had to find the funds from somewhere for a specialist Visual Impairment teacher, with the highly specific specialised equipment he needed like a braille machine. And honestly it probably compromised the group of children with some learning needs by pulling support from them. But then in the same breath why can this little one </span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">at my school not be afforded the same? Just because you cannot see their needs doesn’t mean they are not as worthy. I have been providing them with special toys and equipment from a local lending library specifically for children with additional needs all last year to enhance their daily experience . This is a free service but they only have so many resources so will be using it again this coming year with the hope I’m getting suit able stuff that will be doing the child good! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand"; text-align: left;">The issue in my mind is that there is no suitable specialist provision locally because the councils shut them down. If my sister had decided to send Harry to a school for blind children - it would have meant a 40 minute drive there in a morning and back again at night. The parents of this child at my school have come to realise that mainstream may not be the best but a look round at two close enough schools have proved that they are not suitable. For one of them, the child is too able physically - on the outside they look and are physically perfect. For the other school however, their needs are too great and they cannot meet them. But also - like Harry, this one COULD be academically bright, I have no way of releasing this potential realistically speaking. </span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">There are been an issue with the County Council - the parents have been massively let down with the person in charge who basically failed to provide the correct and timely advice and gave them false promise of a place at a newly installed provision - like a Pupil Referral Unit for children with severe behavioural issues - this gives short term respite and insight for SEND - and can allow reintegration back into mainstream with the correct support. The person in charge has now retired. Hmmm. Fishy that. Our school SENCO is great and has done everything in their power including an official complaint to no avail. Sadly, it is really up to the parents now to kick up a fuss with no guarantees they will get what they need for their little one. And the funding that comes with the banding is just not enough to cover any real and meaningful support work in all honesty. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway, I will strive to do my best by this little one but as I’m having to do this, my other families will have to go without my help or have a longer wait for it as I also have my Behaviour Mentor Role running this year too! Also, the children who have had one to one support for extreme behaviour will now be back full time in class for the class teacher to mange best they can alongside teaching the other 28 children to a high standard. My school have had to do a lot of juggling about. Two permanent members of expensive to the school budget full time long term support staff have left this time ( lucky swines - retired ) but they are not being replaced due to the school budget not being able to cover it. Had they not been leaving I think hours being cut for all support was on the cards. But if anything the families are getting needier and certainly since COVID the pupils on the whole have needed more support than ever. I’ve got a bit rambly now so I’ll not go on but yes, I’ll be providing SEN support as best as I can in order for this one to stay at Mainstream school where it would seem highly likely they will never ever be able to access the academic curriculum of their peers. So my controversial view is more special schools please because sometimes, mainstream just is not right. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Sometimes, I wish I worked at M&S or Waitrose. Mostly for the staff discount and the lack of bringing it home stress. I would t need long or regular holidays like I do now!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Right, cup of tea and a wander in the garden looking at the sky now - rainy and cloudy despite the weather forecast and maybe a bit of sewing later. Painkillers on board so will be less moany in about 20 minutes!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Have a good day all</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Bye everyone </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">R x</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-11268888122456419472023-07-27T10:36:00.006+01:002023-07-27T10:36:48.399+01:00Day 1 Summer hols 2023<p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Hi everyone! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Monday I started this …. </span><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">By 9.30am I’d broken one side of my make up mirror. Fortunately it wasn’t the magnified side which I now need all the time. With no sellotape to have I’ve patched the three points of the break with a plaster! I’ve cleared and tidied and hoovered all down the side and behind my bed, bedside table and mantlepiece. I’ve sorted some washing away. Put my make up away and set off the washer. Bleached the bathroom and generally pottered! 11 jobs on the go, none quite finished! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Pause for a break!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Picking it back up, it’s now Thursday. I’m blogging whilst zapping my legs. I can withstand level 70 now. It’s really really made a difference. It also comes with sticky pads that deliver the same electro therapy but also works as a TENs machine. Both have been used and appreciated on my shoulders! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So each day I’ve tackled a real grot spot meaning I’ve a little bit of cleaner space each day!! Yesterday I did all my lanterns n the like off the sideboard! Talk about a before and after!! I’ll share the filth on my duster! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPro9lPmZglOlkDSorcYGlQVo9viP7dUh4DmJnFuPQc903xEZRql-jHE0Qfz7Qom0oqsuh8iDNczskQxp0wz8oy-8fuXhdqmgYeEKrgegp0OB-4RxxJ4z6OB1Kj9fEhGnlfxEK_ZKzbaZlvCgpeXfBCW7rWDo6UdmDlCt4ZCCDOoRMCkuRuanmciXGr7c/s3465/F691B756-164E-445A-B5A6-9A65DC62E5D1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3465" data-original-width="3465" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPro9lPmZglOlkDSorcYGlQVo9viP7dUh4DmJnFuPQc903xEZRql-jHE0Qfz7Qom0oqsuh8iDNczskQxp0wz8oy-8fuXhdqmgYeEKrgegp0OB-4RxxJ4z6OB1Kj9fEhGnlfxEK_ZKzbaZlvCgpeXfBCW7rWDo6UdmDlCt4ZCCDOoRMCkuRuanmciXGr7c/s320/F691B756-164E-445A-B5A6-9A65DC62E5D1.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve switched things about and now grouped all my house plants onto my coffee table in the lounge. They seem to be clinging onto life in my house against all odds!! Today, just now, I’ve just done my cutlery drawer and tray - how it gets so disgusting when all I put in the drawer is clean items is a mystery! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway my inner sense of achievement is satisfied today! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Yesterday I did half an hour of chopping in the garden. My hibiscus plants have gone absolutely beserk this year. So many buds and so many beautiful flowers. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQZ9R2w4ifYDA2tJuQRkUi1uH_ZPAgDuZRTerhXGk0BDexcm-vD92_Ol7wjSgFa_meugjfCKpwe3wnkQtd1P5XN_zVA6rYkT1mO8mNPh-KA9duZR2HBGIkr-MNkdGe1iz5BNRfMSyOVucgDBPi7Pa5tyoFXU6OAPEEAWLZdxmYJ3jeHnK3lue3Ym_Jn-l/s3465/65B66696-67C4-4D9E-9C77-60D754D32578.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3465" data-original-width="3465" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQZ9R2w4ifYDA2tJuQRkUi1uH_ZPAgDuZRTerhXGk0BDexcm-vD92_Ol7wjSgFa_meugjfCKpwe3wnkQtd1P5XN_zVA6rYkT1mO8mNPh-KA9duZR2HBGIkr-MNkdGe1iz5BNRfMSyOVucgDBPi7Pa5tyoFXU6OAPEEAWLZdxmYJ3jeHnK3lue3Ym_Jn-l/s320/65B66696-67C4-4D9E-9C77-60D754D32578.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It’s raining that fine mist just now that soaks you through right now but so got all my washing done yesterday and the HG cut the grass. It’s looking much better now. A couple months ago he scarified it all, levelled it, seeded it and re seeded and feeded haha fed it. We will always be fighting a losing battle because of Bluebell and Freddie is coming next week so double attack!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’m going out for lunch today with my friends from work. It’s an annual event and we usually meet for lunch at 12 and I get home by midnight! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I don’t think it will be as epic today because we are meeting slightly later and the wet weather will keep us inside and so probably drinking less! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The HG and Mr 26 will have to fend for themselves for tea! Poor them! I’m</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Not sure what I will have. Oo last night I tried a new fish cake from Mr Marks n Sparks and one was enough with some peas for a tasty and filling meal! 100% recommend. Baked in the oven and a good 3inch deep! Very tasty. Probably could make but faffy! My sourdough starter is still alive! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFaUvlNVcvjZTFAmsJ961sRDjuM7CbbyZMlk1S2YttlJfiLUu5zINw7kj_SNV_F11J1Oqv95FZyg5LYyD06GCmZQdeVnV4LAkZCB8K1Sz92NQWLxKy-fll53mOMv_IsbyU_5--fLBw92zeGpstgeMl8NOejPDNWE_jTuM6LV2Mo9pqCKQRO91H6v0PTzm/s1100/IMG_7797.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="1100" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFaUvlNVcvjZTFAmsJ961sRDjuM7CbbyZMlk1S2YttlJfiLUu5zINw7kj_SNV_F11J1Oqv95FZyg5LYyD06GCmZQdeVnV4LAkZCB8K1Sz92NQWLxKy-fll53mOMv_IsbyU_5--fLBw92zeGpstgeMl8NOejPDNWE_jTuM6LV2Mo9pqCKQRO91H6v0PTzm/s320/IMG_7797.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>T<span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">he news is on at the minute reporting on the energy form profits. Well, I had two new smart meters fitted last December just before Christmas. We’ve one of those scary look at how much it’s costing you to boil the kettle smart devices in the kitchen. Only the gas meter failed to connect and it’s taken me until now with only real action after threat of official complaint to finally secure an engineer AT THE END OF AUGUST to come and connect my gas meter. I’ve been told it’s been operating in legacy mode. Now I do not know</span> wh<span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">at that is but I do know we made a MASSIVE effort to really only put the heating on when it was super cold. It’s a new boiler so efficient and I am proper narked that I’ve no idea what the gas bill truly is. I’ve all the meter readings from the last meter and the day the meter was installed. </span><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It had better be good news has bill wise I tell thee. I am fully prepared for the bill to be high as even though I am sure I reduced units used, the price hike will have negated any savings</span>. <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The electric is showing as £1.50 ish every morning before I even get up. So that’s things charging overnight, two fridge freezers, the clock radio, the dehumidifier in the cellar and the three TVs in the house on stand by. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’m thinking of emptying the cellar fridge freezer and only turning it on at Xmas. But I worry incase it won’t switch on and I do use the freezer! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway in other news I’ve joined the local food for all. My reasons are mainly 1. I hate food waste.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">2. Need to help out the bank accounts where ever possible. ( know I know, buying M&S fish cakes is not frugal I hear folks saying ) but the HG is self employed and as his firm who he subcontracts to has recently been taken over, work has not been steady and reliable. The money is slightly better but has been nullified by the days where there’s been no work. Sigh. Never better off. But we are lucky to be better off that a lot of folks. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Right so the dog walker just came to collect Bluebell ( another £££ I could save BUT I am going out for lunch - we have been saving £5 each payday to cover this - with the girls from work and I can now go get ready at leisure without stressing that Bluebell will be on her own!! The dog walker collects her at 9.30 and brings her back filthy and tired about 2.30 for £10 ! Cannot complain! She has her own field and has a group of dogs at once. And she is like a second Mum to Bluebell ! Although Bluebell will need a bath when I get in because I’ve washed her beds ! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Am rambling on now. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Bye everyone</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">R x<br /></span><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-84268106647781564572023-07-04T21:05:00.004+01:002023-07-04T21:05:49.701+01:00Sunday<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Hi everyone, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The weekend is almost over. I feel rested and relaxed but have not done all that I wanted. But that’s ok! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I did get my hands on a giant blue spiky thistle</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6UecR5h60vO5FprRkxSzIYaZSraXHtITdrv8vbtFHSiKnvCZ0AIhfPgejFevmbj7dUMl5sBiR37ZJ_OadzCy_G9CurC6kPRFB9PZ-7ey7SxmfH8prJhHteb5VOMWBaoHIt3av4oOUz774OrOTlQx0k7UkDJ9j0Z1d9FxdVEZICcNMmTMwlBH1QE5_SeZ/s4032/IMG_7504.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB6UecR5h60vO5FprRkxSzIYaZSraXHtITdrv8vbtFHSiKnvCZ0AIhfPgejFevmbj7dUMl5sBiR37ZJ_OadzCy_G9CurC6kPRFB9PZ-7ey7SxmfH8prJhHteb5VOMWBaoHIt3av4oOUz774OrOTlQx0k7UkDJ9j0Z1d9FxdVEZICcNMmTMwlBH1QE5_SeZ/s320/IMG_7504.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /> that’s swarming with bees you can see one incoming!!! and it looks lovely in my border. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdQ-XB0D8yOs2He89Ohz_OqS5FzuUCfo1527cgkatsFX0SVXgxtaeGEgEIe7-RMdjdCOC0USYtIn55Eu5pz82yAwPJLcgQnFnIfaanAN9CiqdgjNmNnjIekC5MCMKRxaM7Jrclf6-kgqV1ITMqKBOg3gSmNixmsZgGHNhr8IeO9_QwqZRag-jSvmri84h/s4032/IMG_7505.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdQ-XB0D8yOs2He89Ohz_OqS5FzuUCfo1527cgkatsFX0SVXgxtaeGEgEIe7-RMdjdCOC0USYtIn55Eu5pz82yAwPJLcgQnFnIfaanAN9CiqdgjNmNnjIekC5MCMKRxaM7Jrclf6-kgqV1ITMqKBOg3gSmNixmsZgGHNhr8IeO9_QwqZRag-jSvmri84h/s320/IMG_7505.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />The lovely Marlene left a comment on my last post saying my garden was posh! </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I carefully crop out the ‘steptoes yard’ bits of the garden because they displease me! My garden is a basic oblong shape with one beautiful original stone wall and along most of this is my one border. At the house end there’s a bit which used to be a rickety but it’s now been one of the area’s the HG stores his ‘treasure’ - you know, bits of timber for jobs etc and we’ve two spare recycling boxes on there that has kindling in. There’s a <strike>knackered</strike> charming concrete path that runs parallel to the border and I have a lawn which the HG is currently regenerating ( but losing the battle thanks to Bluebell ). </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl9xv-YZB4Y9IMcKDfEgLOaXVQBX3HhLy9eePrUvD6X-XKnYN1bEB2yntX2svCT2f7JwXOaNqz60rnB_I7sqL1qgcrXu22iu3LMDtOfYiBCxOzayGFGWm9u9ovcze7nuFMg8S4S2hdUZkT-zJZEBh6xNYavwaDCmk_-jB7SC_9HS2L0IHEC8qk0f8yFlQ/s2100/IMG_7527.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2100" data-original-width="1575" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYl9xv-YZB4Y9IMcKDfEgLOaXVQBX3HhLy9eePrUvD6X-XKnYN1bEB2yntX2svCT2f7JwXOaNqz60rnB_I7sqL1qgcrXu22iu3LMDtOfYiBCxOzayGFGWm9u9ovcze7nuFMg8S4S2hdUZkT-zJZEBh6xNYavwaDCmk_-jB7SC_9HS2L0IHEC8qk0f8yFlQ/s320/IMG_7527.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br />Along the back wall is the bike shed built but not finished yet by the HG. Most of my garden is fully double glazed haha. He made the gate. The bins used to be on the other wall behind the goat’s beard but now for ease of access they are attached to the bike shed by the nifty little bin holders that my Dad invented! Behind the rockery is the outside toilet - fully double glazed but half way through getting the roof repaired. Across is what used to be my herb garden. I’ve grown my bay tree from a twiglet and it’s as old as Miss29. The HG will shape it next week hopefully when the neighbours are away. Along the lawn and the other boundary is my fence - once in blue concrete and painted blue. I’ve got the paint to redo it all. Just not enough time at the moment. You can see the fence here! </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8OfeLBfd-ZTYMNXcqVaWDPsmGFddpubUxKruSYC2OBOMQSsKRomCRTcZc77i4r9hU-PmWTxWyfnyxrgTadaaCUKe4NOXulWLI-5jh-9_gWmxeCzC_0maHvNf5Zyexu6dBLiCcKxBwXBa69eIBeUOBJSaR1diUz6IxGz55aIjz3XWw43BxrO2L_iEcv5-/s960/IMG_7479.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="837" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr8OfeLBfd-ZTYMNXcqVaWDPsmGFddpubUxKruSYC2OBOMQSsKRomCRTcZc77i4r9hU-PmWTxWyfnyxrgTadaaCUKe4NOXulWLI-5jh-9_gWmxeCzC_0maHvNf5Zyexu6dBLiCcKxBwXBa69eIBeUOBJSaR1diUz6IxGz55aIjz3XWw43BxrO2L_iEcv5-/s320/IMG_7479.jpeg" width="279" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Just Bluebell jumping over some makeshift garden agility! This view out of my back bedroom window shows you the full plot! It’s not changed probably in all the years it’s been here except that big Goat’s Beard was twice the size and in the middle of the lawn when the HG bought the house from his Nanna and Uncles. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It’s now Tuesday evening, the tennis is on and I’m zapping my legs! It’s really improving my leg health I think! Although, last night I think I went too high at 65 and my legs were tired today!! See how I get on by the end of the week. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Bye everyone </span><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">R x<br /></span><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-54420228622732873812023-07-01T11:26:00.002+01:002023-07-01T11:26:30.540+01:00A week on <p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"> Hi <span>everyone, </span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHRfb8U67CS2erqkYHkdSIth21AutGQO8147Ly8nLv4-wBpShf39G-tn08Xtnv_uziIi6z3RlUT1wk5_Q2jV3mqMlkbe3rpQ98sDk7cnZ4n7N1I5HCqX0MaXSATYmhl_rmoq8BFE7kUH4mU8REGX4QXYgkNaQ864C2mJQUd64kRXGM4xMXx2YvnGd2Hgi/s2684/IMG_7407.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2684" data-original-width="2176" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHRfb8U67CS2erqkYHkdSIth21AutGQO8147Ly8nLv4-wBpShf39G-tn08Xtnv_uziIi6z3RlUT1wk5_Q2jV3mqMlkbe3rpQ98sDk7cnZ4n7N1I5HCqX0MaXSATYmhl_rmoq8BFE7kUH4mU8REGX4QXYgkNaQ864C2mJQUd64kRXGM4xMXx2YvnGd2Hgi/s320/IMG_7407.jpeg" width="259" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">My lovely friend gifted me some of these beautiful poppy plants. They are flowering but currently getting battered by the winds. </span><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It’s a week on from my Birthday. I didn’t have a cake as I didn’t want to make one. Instead I went to the posh garden centre on a good old fashioned middle aged lady day out and bought my favourite favourite lemon crunch cheesecake as a treat. Only one slice too! I was thoroughly spoilt as always. Lots of beautiful cards and I am lucky and thankful of the gorgeous people who sent them. </span><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The HG asked me what would I like and for once I’d decided! I asked for some money to put towards something. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve been saving for a bit, there’s my Christmas money, some birthday money from last year and then this year’s. Anyway I decided I wanted one of those Revitive leg massagers that Ian Botham, Gloria Hunniford and Eamonn Holmes advertise. My reasons being I’ve a few veins on one leg and in the recent heat my ankles turned into cankles and I thought the health benefits would help the HG too who always has cold feet - think his circulation needs a bit of help. Anyway I researched and found the best deal, did it through Quidco and Boots in the end, made £10 cash back on Quidco and it was triple points or something on boots and got £27 ish in advantage card points. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I decided to go top of the range and it comes with an app so I can control it from my phone! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">A week in and wow what a difference it’s made. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Confessions of a food addict - never mind falling off the wagon, that wagon is in the distance, on fire. So the old enemy of sugar and carbs has affected me in my joints etc etc and I know all this and I willingly put the toxic stuff in my mouth. In fact. It’s not my brain or mouth at fault! It’s my bloody HANDS!!! Shovelling it in. Anywayyyyyyyyyy boring never ending quest for health moan over </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So I charged it up, sat comfortably with my feet on it. It told me I was well hydrated. Smug. Then I thought hmm is it doing anything? I was getting pins and needles but I thought that was because I was sat just so. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">No you turn up the dial!! It is the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt!!! Like rhythmic thuds and squeezes up your legs and when your muscles contract it rocks!!! My toes are curling here with the electric therapy!!! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcSu07h8wnzc2xU494TfMb8ZaAZeKN6IKfSNRzEqkxz12XuzzLIj25qAUmGqsQWdphwL5r2IB8gpWfXPFLTLPFsp4DfUJFoeeCtvABieOiIYeVaL-DSccgsyn4ZfpKXSRwnWbcB7QakLK4X4qsZQarmShjLClZihkNp3D7chNysNYBluo1RuNHBbDykk9/s3840/687719D8-E15D-4B67-94C1-F9741FC43CBF.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3840" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcSu07h8wnzc2xU494TfMb8ZaAZeKN6IKfSNRzEqkxz12XuzzLIj25qAUmGqsQWdphwL5r2IB8gpWfXPFLTLPFsp4DfUJFoeeCtvABieOiIYeVaL-DSccgsyn4ZfpKXSRwnWbcB7QakLK4X4qsZQarmShjLClZihkNp3D7chNysNYBluo1RuNHBbDykk9/s320/687719D8-E15D-4B67-94C1-F9741FC43CBF.jpeg" width="180" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><span>But after a couple of uses the HG noticed that I wasn’t moaning about standing up - you know - getting up with sound effects and walking like a 99 year old lady- I was up and down stairs with less knee pain and my daily steps have increased too. Not sure if it’s because this is new and I’m tracking, if I’m remembering to charge up my watch to count steps or my legs are lighter and therefore I’m standing more and doing more. Anyway a week on and I have a pleasing graph </span>to look at! </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpjGyDlisBtcEzm8yCy5D00gHsTb2W7ZmsIinQAYKS781tWS2u2OlB6HIrd0ByzBYEpZv6wohATLsk_R9fR1DChUL3E4hq-HyuokOy_mz71DvwWH3HNccX_0lrM4a-vc8kD-ZYYvfQVLVVsyYWxpvXxWTcje5hbRChF7S7XwGwEy0T67xQWDhW6YmEnSe/s2436/IMG_7498.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpjGyDlisBtcEzm8yCy5D00gHsTb2W7ZmsIinQAYKS781tWS2u2OlB6HIrd0ByzBYEpZv6wohATLsk_R9fR1DChUL3E4hq-HyuokOy_mz71DvwWH3HNccX_0lrM4a-vc8kD-ZYYvfQVLVVsyYWxpvXxWTcje5hbRChF7S7XwGwEy0T67xQWDhW6YmEnSe/s320/IMG_7498.png" width="148" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><span>Miss 29 sent me flowers and a lovely spaniel mug. Mr 26 is gifting me a specialist pillow for shoulder pain when it comes - hahaha crikey I am sounding so old but I do have stage 4 and prob a bit more now arthritic shoulders - I need a replacement but in all honesty, I’m scared, so I will wait and put it off. I received lovely pamper hampers from friends, plus a purple flowered filled hanging basket and new solar lights and a spinny thing for the garden. Jewellery, smellies and chocs too</span>!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30SvltMXm7rtM6uZIQwhOz_KtQMMdBWOxBtwypVlmlzJ53iwYRhgiA00dF8fcvtzjWPs5ZFzoPjmhQTzXYo5qwLgDUHB7fZhNeMCe45Lj1kwlVXntMzftCu5pTc1rsLevg-Y412R5HHIY9oopEYuWVQVNJ137mInwXvFmmBDMnXti82DMJ8KiH7xHuLTx/s2436/IMG_7500.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30SvltMXm7rtM6uZIQwhOz_KtQMMdBWOxBtwypVlmlzJ53iwYRhgiA00dF8fcvtzjWPs5ZFzoPjmhQTzXYo5qwLgDUHB7fZhNeMCe45Lj1kwlVXntMzftCu5pTc1rsLevg-Y412R5HHIY9oopEYuWVQVNJ137mInwXvFmmBDMnXti82DMJ8KiH7xHuLTx/s320/IMG_7500.png" width="148" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Here you can see last year’s gift of bee lights from my boss, my new spinny thing infront of my magnificent goat’s beard plant ( that I always thought was an astilebe) which is a legacy from the HG’s Grandmother, who’s house we live in. It’s over 100 years old and is FULL of bees. Plus it used to hide my bins brilliantly! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I love my garden at night. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVKilhdS2vdiZBZSNPax2qemJQxFNZYKR6UfLOq7tFV2t4QFrQbUEkmOk2nTvzM_Ea4JzU1b73QvvTZ_dMD3zzB3zB7-WMSbvfTS0UkOYUJ28ihNde4oZZCiRVrbrxPfs6Iuh6uQSdJZSBd43UcXsnDQWWDZvCyeIAk-5JzoRhNmGO4mcx9bAOrKkxD2n/s4032/IMG_7449.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVKilhdS2vdiZBZSNPax2qemJQxFNZYKR6UfLOq7tFV2t4QFrQbUEkmOk2nTvzM_Ea4JzU1b73QvvTZ_dMD3zzB3zB7-WMSbvfTS0UkOYUJ28ihNde4oZZCiRVrbrxPfs6Iuh6uQSdJZSBd43UcXsnDQWWDZvCyeIAk-5JzoRhNmGO4mcx9bAOrKkxD2n/s320/IMG_7449.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisExXGGufAcGMm0GwaTVtqj4sMHiLeoiqmDaLemHMZ6s_ENm3Dc-gYx9nQweVaPXM2JC50qXvt2Ix2VNZvR8JH9tHcaZ57ATnR2aVetNCVv2Q5aqiG89XV7iFkKYSo_9FmrIDLqiEybkpMWrfdKhLDvxJI4gnhsFCzMg2ly95QrYhhlr8L5TFEb7j-ueb7/s4032/IMG_7451.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisExXGGufAcGMm0GwaTVtqj4sMHiLeoiqmDaLemHMZ6s_ENm3Dc-gYx9nQweVaPXM2JC50qXvt2Ix2VNZvR8JH9tHcaZ57ATnR2aVetNCVv2Q5aqiG89XV7iFkKYSo_9FmrIDLqiEybkpMWrfdKhLDvxJI4gnhsFCzMg2ly95QrYhhlr8L5TFEb7j-ueb7/s320/IMG_7451.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92BBoH3wNjGt-AgxtDPOxPpwDJZmN4LvdfDPKfOto7yciVnnejF63eRw9d9JbXYjN16CchURoZW4I0EL1vgG0MCWbmOKlZfpOZgfO0yQ1LR-ypydTBczmKjSFUa1MCNjiOSO_PmrqqWALE13rLbFTiMIysUEW-nCRKoq4M3ZaMNPC8jbJri2cENKGRwtg/s4032/IMG_7452.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi92BBoH3wNjGt-AgxtDPOxPpwDJZmN4LvdfDPKfOto7yciVnnejF63eRw9d9JbXYjN16CchURoZW4I0EL1vgG0MCWbmOKlZfpOZgfO0yQ1LR-ypydTBczmKjSFUa1MCNjiOSO_PmrqqWALE13rLbFTiMIysUEW-nCRKoq4M3ZaMNPC8jbJri2cENKGRwtg/s320/IMG_7452.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm42fUpUXbEOF1r3S-OH-rplTtkFQo8yL9AiLzKY1XcXCY-9Iciy7aI6w1rQ-9dDeobocCA4KjI6bIQwLwmijCc054e3yRv7191Sonk2wwMZ4YK8TUVqfRX1sG1os0xJfSJPUHgu4PjhDy2jVaIr86ChNuS3PpHUnsYfmAO-0Xg0l4MqvvnAj_52PX-wD/s4032/IMG_7455.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHm42fUpUXbEOF1r3S-OH-rplTtkFQo8yL9AiLzKY1XcXCY-9Iciy7aI6w1rQ-9dDeobocCA4KjI6bIQwLwmijCc054e3yRv7191Sonk2wwMZ4YK8TUVqfRX1sG1os0xJfSJPUHgu4PjhDy2jVaIr86ChNuS3PpHUnsYfmAO-0Xg0l4MqvvnAj_52PX-wD/s320/IMG_7455.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBozANyOHNDbIPFh7MKTtIRA6Y-7Tl5JA9t_Saf-KJZ8MDM95suirD986gDn31bdLNzS-y5L0gTgM4JO2sVe6CAF-wk4lBYTGoTi42i5474qRxJnQWln1EI0zOReK5zyLJM41MbozGMs0zbDOLp839RA4HsvgVv7u0MCOI28IqpHBvaRmI1kmEq7RU31v/s4032/IMG_7458.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBozANyOHNDbIPFh7MKTtIRA6Y-7Tl5JA9t_Saf-KJZ8MDM95suirD986gDn31bdLNzS-y5L0gTgM4JO2sVe6CAF-wk4lBYTGoTi42i5474qRxJnQWln1EI0zOReK5zyLJM41MbozGMs0zbDOLp839RA4HsvgVv7u0MCOI28IqpHBvaRmI1kmEq7RU31v/s320/IMG_7458.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><span>This beautiful globe light hangs by my back door and casts the most gorgeous shadow pattern on the walls and floor. It looks like I’ve a very fancy patio! It’s just plain concrete - the photos do not do it justice. It was almost a scene of an unsolvable crime - last week when we were all in a tropical heatwave, and my age added to the fun with super duper hot flashes, I went outside at 3am to cool off. But it was windy and the floor was MOVING and made me dizzy and almost fell. I was laughing to myself imagining the scene the next day where I’d fallen and knocked myself out and no one could work out it was the swirly pattern from the solar light!!! </span><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuKc5ie_c7uHtuqc_TpjKNaDzLoCK2HkxAQsuV6Uumd038KOL2-o_WHxdUPFm8GTbbcHdBebypumHt65yVDGWIHvFeWegjWo0th3VvAz8rehl4VDgL1RFjc8tfU0D4Hibdb4h0ZKqSHeKdzFbgA8a5sHyxcUCZvTsjwfGe5VgWkjCG4zIIwbtzjYZRXYG/s4032/IMG_7459.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuKc5ie_c7uHtuqc_TpjKNaDzLoCK2HkxAQsuV6Uumd038KOL2-o_WHxdUPFm8GTbbcHdBebypumHt65yVDGWIHvFeWegjWo0th3VvAz8rehl4VDgL1RFjc8tfU0D4Hibdb4h0ZKqSHeKdzFbgA8a5sHyxcUCZvTsjwfGe5VgWkjCG4zIIwbtzjYZRXYG/s320/IMG_7459.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’m just waiting for my shopping to arrive and then I’ll do another risky peg out of my bedding. Am home today so can operate sky watch and do the rain fetch. I may retire to my sewing room too. I love the weekends. I want to watch that new Puzzles show</span><span style="font-family: "Patrick Hand";"> on Ch5 so when the HG has his afternoon nap, it might be cup of tea and TV time for me! I think I want to knit something too. Not sure what but I’ve plenty of wool and patterns so will have a look. Best get moving a bit. On me new revitalised legs! Will do 10 mins weeding with an ear out for the shopping! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Bye everyone </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">R x<br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><br /></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-43258960516943047892023-06-19T21:17:00.001+01:002023-06-19T21:17:51.551+01:00Feeling hot hot hot! <p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">All hot and bothered! Am Northern and not built for this heat! We had a good downpour yesterday and it’s been much better today. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The Childers at work in my after school gang have enjoyed the joys now for days or a</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Paint brush and a cup of water and are busy painting the stones and playground! All the expensiver stuff has been ignored! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">My sourdough is STILL ALIVE! I’ve had it in the back of the fridge for a long while but revived it successfully to make the burger buns for Miss now 29’s birthday BBQ at the weekend. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve been repurposing a load of pebbles from my friend’s now dismantled water feature to edge my path!</span> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve treated myself to a few new garden lights. And I made some bespoke cushions and covers for my bench with matching coasters!! Incidentally the fabric came from my pebbly friend too and I cut it up and jpined it back together again! I have a matching table cover for my big table and I am toying with some bunting!! </span></p><p>I <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">cannot wait for the end of term. Another year done! Almost. 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6mHSh2RptGBCl91NjBWc8OlIp9rfzsXwEPMVJm0wVFk-aD_mi3qe-0Oz_0HETDqYD6O--GA-qg-462_jzMEsZUoUZxKI28TLdo7fyO1FGIyVYAz42rHoRNix5osimS87Eisr7ZJGaGy52qyZ58g_bmDuy1ncrh85oXpxXYGbjPMaFaXcBGgATFIKxQXM/s320/IMG_7170.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lots of love from R xx</div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-3916303443130323642023-05-28T15:11:00.002+01:002023-05-28T15:11:45.437+01:00Found it! <p> April 27th 2012 </p><p>I’d been nominated for a pretend blog award and I was simply following on recommending 5 other blogs. I’ve reread it and can honestly find no violation except some</p><p>Of the links no longer work! Anyway no big deal - it had a red eye with a line through it in my drafts list - so that’s how you know! </p><p>Tachel*stand down* Radiostar </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-6867678839214265802023-05-28T15:03:00.000+01:002023-05-28T15:03:03.526+01:00Ooooooo<p> Well popped back on for first time n ages and saw this message but I have no idea which post it means?? </p><p>Anyone know how to find out? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRWns77PvoEVHrAOndYNhrPncmi-xPxcRiDpgFDLQcCVG12eKcRwNUY2pVzOnI6jHuDXpA16dFR9UgG-JuVcJZs5dx5m_nIfRkMj4nhjqidLtYOb2ohoZqQ4yCHCg0WAbsRZ70mPSHtxRhyMzVSarpeVo2xo3RZu3smBkT2qyquJBRGdKI5jwAAP6CQ/s2436/IMG_6990.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2436" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRWns77PvoEVHrAOndYNhrPncmi-xPxcRiDpgFDLQcCVG12eKcRwNUY2pVzOnI6jHuDXpA16dFR9UgG-JuVcJZs5dx5m_nIfRkMj4nhjqidLtYOb2ohoZqQ4yCHCg0WAbsRZ70mPSHtxRhyMzVSarpeVo2xo3RZu3smBkT2qyquJBRGdKI5jwAAP6CQ/w185-h400/IMG_6990.png" width="185" /></a></div><br /><p>Also have no idea what I could have written to break the rules! </p><p>Very odd </p><p>Off to find out! Rachel *bemused* Radiostar </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-4377675168409988342023-04-09T17:33:00.001+01:002023-04-09T17:33:16.261+01:00Jam and Pizza <p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’m just having a minute before I cook the tea. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Here’s my jam all potted. I sieved the final half jar and wish I’d sieved the rest but can cope with a few seeds. Hindsight and all that. Isn’t the little strawberry kilner jar sweet! Anyway I’ve been into the jam already and it is DELICIOUS!! I made pastry the other night and had a lump leftover ….methinks there maybe a few jam tarts going in the oven later. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtVCPfKPMydSjaXVvaVgOrcHHT7zUzCYKA-1TEjqn9ktv9GFsFcr3yhQSQAwsqVFWonOqvTsCZyM1ftw2Ix4bfaHubIibxjTAmLSkmDmO8jkwRMwEYJVruhNWlhhXb1zjTFank11cf8erdun2tAXFcgPuXvvHC5e7iBTM_jKu6mH6agWTEK984awTEQ/s1024/7D07CECA-E142-40FC-8C14-C4D45F184B20.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtVCPfKPMydSjaXVvaVgOrcHHT7zUzCYKA-1TEjqn9ktv9GFsFcr3yhQSQAwsqVFWonOqvTsCZyM1ftw2Ix4bfaHubIibxjTAmLSkmDmO8jkwRMwEYJVruhNWlhhXb1zjTFank11cf8erdun2tAXFcgPuXvvHC5e7iBTM_jKu6mH6agWTEK984awTEQ/s320/7D07CECA-E142-40FC-8C14-C4D45F184B20.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WRPK0OGi8LokrCNV6l8R9AJgnQdjjwlNe-Kpd3QCRB4OayfbHF30pbE1IvD9Zy_jh1GWyX32oaiGU61kZz1LFrapcjlEIWCl97vU5SG5V7OHCNIkDvn1svuDGnpfk0fKB2wNn3bikMXW4GWZUuaZNLfhU0DWjKA_VRGctfmR7UU0h1bdXPrSJRsr3g/s4032/6682B2D3-BF0C-43FC-A510-F722BB7C931D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WRPK0OGi8LokrCNV6l8R9AJgnQdjjwlNe-Kpd3QCRB4OayfbHF30pbE1IvD9Zy_jh1GWyX32oaiGU61kZz1LFrapcjlEIWCl97vU5SG5V7OHCNIkDvn1svuDGnpfk0fKB2wNn3bikMXW4GWZUuaZNLfhU0DWjKA_VRGctfmR7UU0h1bdXPrSJRsr3g/s320/6682B2D3-BF0C-43FC-A510-F722BB7C931D.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">We had a lovely late invite round to our good friends for cheeeeeese and wine. So whilst we were out after my hair appt we popped into Booths and bought some Hot Cross Bun Wensleydale and some Red Fox Leicestershire to bring with us. The HG picked up some beer and I chose a couple of the pre</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Mixed cocktails in a tin! None of us actually opted for wine as we normally do! The Hot Cross Bun cheese was bloody gorgeous. Really really good! There was a good selection to choose from inc brie, cheddar with mango and ginger yum, lancashire with apple and cinnamon. Some ewes milk cheese which was mild and smooth. Also on the table was the pizza I made. I didn’t get a photo of it cooked. I’d already started the dough. I made it with my sourdough discard. I hand stretched it a bit like one of those pizza chefs spinning them round on their hands!! Well I picked it up and manoeuvred it about a bit. I lined a tray and finger pressed it out. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I u<span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">sed a tin of mutti pizza sauce, sprinkled with a mix of grated cheddar and mozzarella and sliced mushrooms onto it. I left one end just cheese and tomato incase someone did t like mushrooms! Covered it and popped it into a bag for life for the walk round the corner!!! It was so good and the HG declared that I could make that again!! Usually he goes</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">For a thin and crispy vase but this was quite soft and pillowy. Really tasty! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGRo93BH2EKTonuNr3ZML-cYjuNmFzbCI_IOAy7vupqQrUyqJHeGVXjovNxZQ2okpog24nevNObTScTk7rhBMzh3vTG0zx8JLU2B81xiFzfCGKT8gKtafuRXMf8ryYmjGP8TERRJIbuA-7QLH2uBaP2f2A8vf8fXJZrH52xXEvl2rpwscb_iYMUTBmQ/s4032/8DFB040F-7CAC-42F8-9ABD-4A7F6D56EE93.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGRo93BH2EKTonuNr3ZML-cYjuNmFzbCI_IOAy7vupqQrUyqJHeGVXjovNxZQ2okpog24nevNObTScTk7rhBMzh3vTG0zx8JLU2B81xiFzfCGKT8gKtafuRXMf8ryYmjGP8TERRJIbuA-7QLH2uBaP2f2A8vf8fXJZrH52xXEvl2rpwscb_iYMUTBmQ/s320/8DFB040F-7CAC-42F8-9ABD-4A7F6D56EE93.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0c7a2QdBoyWb5aOsYB_alUklSp57duA63d8JLYH9QGPvV0TQXsEitQdT6TmAndaUC2IHYQOnyoz5-wF6ckIvhQTzfqdbI3wQhBb6qc2pkxW0cfPS6fYTYO2abHEq4s6AVdT56Qe4Yg9HuiWgykrpQ_gA9PS-TR7C9QSwTrF-Q76xRLhoX6P7Gwplbw/s3840/302E28A1-2EC5-4A07-90AB-9A0E0759A734.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="3840" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq0c7a2QdBoyWb5aOsYB_alUklSp57duA63d8JLYH9QGPvV0TQXsEitQdT6TmAndaUC2IHYQOnyoz5-wF6ckIvhQTzfqdbI3wQhBb6qc2pkxW0cfPS6fYTYO2abHEq4s6AVdT56Qe4Yg9HuiWgykrpQ_gA9PS-TR7C9QSwTrF-Q76xRLhoX6P7Gwplbw/s320/302E28A1-2EC5-4A07-90AB-9A0E0759A734.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CPzaJca9M3_CJso5s8nviyc9Wl_DMbb5gzkBEFqTbJhkvT7NslEWTeEDnHS0JgFwfwf0uIBynpDGRIGM62p0rYxZT9uXhwqGHGk4pfJa0aLbu_QEB0JodWrclTA6C9PnmHcGkw5aLa7A5sMpiQLEqQccjzXGRtSB5PS1sqGv5Ir6TFsbw2KZt08f1g/s4032/564F418B-00F9-4F09-A521-99D2087DAA9F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3CPzaJca9M3_CJso5s8nviyc9Wl_DMbb5gzkBEFqTbJhkvT7NslEWTeEDnHS0JgFwfwf0uIBynpDGRIGM62p0rYxZT9uXhwqGHGk4pfJa0aLbu_QEB0JodWrclTA6C9PnmHcGkw5aLa7A5sMpiQLEqQccjzXGRtSB5PS1sqGv5Ir6TFsbw2KZt08f1g/s320/564F418B-00F9-4F09-A521-99D2087DAA9F.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>It rose really well with the warm weather. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCrM3999slsiSHy5xXKwZnFNzmvaAIQQtyAHVURVWvpvlYGbMD3Ajt1Kx3oaCmz598s0lP1yE5JSw0T6_uhxA3XoC1arx64Q3Jdq3iJ4aY2IWh108nLqTyRRUOFPw_pwi5lBtBdnENE4QJhxg15upw8TKYI696IR1EaGPQPkCZhsOtFZ9-KHagXVruMg/s4032/D6B23922-F5B4-420F-B685-7C00DD7BE70B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCrM3999slsiSHy5xXKwZnFNzmvaAIQQtyAHVURVWvpvlYGbMD3Ajt1Kx3oaCmz598s0lP1yE5JSw0T6_uhxA3XoC1arx64Q3Jdq3iJ4aY2IWh108nLqTyRRUOFPw_pwi5lBtBdnENE4QJhxg15upw8TKYI696IR1EaGPQPkCZhsOtFZ9-KHagXVruMg/s320/D6B23922-F5B4-420F-B685-7C00DD7BE70B.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">There were 6 of us and the chat was varied and funny and interesting. We came home about 1am!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">This morning was fine and I was up about 6.30am. I did some washing and tidying and then we went out visiting</span>. <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I’ve walked the dog and we are having lamb leg steak, new potatoes and seasonal veg* and there’s sticky toffee pud for afters. Not sure what we are doing tomorrow but it’ll involve walking the dog and lazing about no doubt!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">We are going to watch the Paul O’Grady special tonight if I can stay awake. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love from </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *seasonal veg is probs just carrots n peas hahaha * Radiostar xxx </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Ps </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I am reading all of the blogs and love them but am struggling to comment but I am definitely here following what’s going on x </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-40109302147609553742023-04-08T09:56:00.003+01:002023-04-08T09:56:49.472+01:00Sunny Saturday<p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"> It was a lovely fine Good Friday. Bluebell got a new ball and sorry to those who have already seen but I impressed my little self with the pics! Garden does need sorting and I’ve lost my palm plant ( which I’m not mourning ) and Madam is not good for my grass but the rhubarb is growing overnight!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATo9qKJxjrAXR2crtbMFC_Y7qhpi1blPdfjq1M_kVrgMntlXR_OrFDX6-s0B5GdlYvaPHFOLqPw2H_oc3BsnWYN-LWwjW_DVQ9axlA2V6VOhGv88Xswe5CBEoXC_ACBMbGf2jcMXL6IZ4_WBTPDw6Zhucd2mLBpRc5KhcGGfxT0TkUWqj1_1j-HIXUg/s2254/97C7852A-9375-4123-A948-B885DD7D938F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2254" data-original-width="1706" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATo9qKJxjrAXR2crtbMFC_Y7qhpi1blPdfjq1M_kVrgMntlXR_OrFDX6-s0B5GdlYvaPHFOLqPw2H_oc3BsnWYN-LWwjW_DVQ9axlA2V6VOhGv88Xswe5CBEoXC_ACBMbGf2jcMXL6IZ4_WBTPDw6Zhucd2mLBpRc5KhcGGfxT0TkUWqj1_1j-HIXUg/s320/97C7852A-9375-4123-A948-B885DD7D938F.jpeg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The dawn chorus was loud and varied. So far I’ve turned my fair share freezer burn raspberries, blueberries and some yellow sticker strawberries into a lovely glossy mixed fruit jam. I’m very haphazard how I make it but it all turns out ok in the end. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBnsBl8Youn9S52MvCmugjVpNGPG-wNhsCNTpjOFmN0Y9IwUJiWzlCPPmaq-mFlGDMOczCTyo9_DPJLkTzhDBfRTtAOp_wALJucYn5BGTv3tyIlcuKhaQ2AtpwOpeO1prTgZ3Am2m_3EaSgBcrRPrssnimS6fnAn3PSXnC8pxQATjj5vSqqLqkupP5g/s4032/85651115-4176-478C-9141-CFCBAC3318DE.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBnsBl8Youn9S52MvCmugjVpNGPG-wNhsCNTpjOFmN0Y9IwUJiWzlCPPmaq-mFlGDMOczCTyo9_DPJLkTzhDBfRTtAOp_wALJucYn5BGTv3tyIlcuKhaQ2AtpwOpeO1prTgZ3Am2m_3EaSgBcrRPrssnimS6fnAn3PSXnC8pxQATjj5vSqqLqkupP5g/s320/85651115-4176-478C-9141-CFCBAC3318DE.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhhNUPzBfskkdcZt775mNudYCMmIlWSSFd_yY1-7yN_lTEoiRZePgU2SyS42ZUmF4GrRBaG3tYEOC9B09BrxKx7Jo_5TPgNAk5YCpwIyCSMGGuyhqzhH5oYkANbrXONJldz5aYRO8Xn2WUhD5QQa-rB1q-YASZdoe9FLI0xCLqav3-FU0Q4LJgHYraQ/s4032/C87DEF4C-0EEB-4EA4-97B3-D996F5DF1F9D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdhhNUPzBfskkdcZt775mNudYCMmIlWSSFd_yY1-7yN_lTEoiRZePgU2SyS42ZUmF4GrRBaG3tYEOC9B09BrxKx7Jo_5TPgNAk5YCpwIyCSMGGuyhqzhH5oYkANbrXONJldz5aYRO8Xn2WUhD5QQa-rB1q-YASZdoe9FLI0xCLqav3-FU0Q4LJgHYraQ/s320/C87DEF4C-0EEB-4EA4-97B3-D996F5DF1F9D.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I resurrected Bundon from the fridge and have mixed the discard with some fresh strong bread flour and tepid water to make sourdough pizza for tea. He’s been fed and I’ll start tomorrow’s load later on once he’s got properly going! It’s so much easier now the air temp has increased! I’ve a few eggs on to boil too for salad sandwiches. Going to peg out now! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Taking Bluebs to the shore once the butcher has been and then I’ve my hair cut due at 4. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Have a lovely Saturday everyone. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love from </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *got lots of paperwork sorted too* Radiostar xxx</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-83056857264858838342023-04-05T21:32:00.002+01:002023-04-05T21:32:35.547+01:00Wet Wednesday<p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"> Well the two glorious days of sunshine n Monday and Tuesday were lovely. I had a full line of whites on the line and I washed the chair cover and enjoyed a coffee on my bench for the first time this year. Bluebell was delighted to be outside most of the day. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMUoEUKrMWSbyTcXSAT3s5_E0BLiF7tfP4ZFD-RoJgLyCbTREmawcZXQfuD-DFO7W7AQem6S7_y-qdZiL4N31gOAuurs93fXqi3xZNLAyhhzwHzY9A4lSsplbtPGgVv0f0hGWLaDo540HTK2F_xLkIWaAbRYjYwOWQNfDYNBmLc5o0cOuTufW-zBhjw/s4032/373A8185-E224-4542-9B49-A67270708C90.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMUoEUKrMWSbyTcXSAT3s5_E0BLiF7tfP4ZFD-RoJgLyCbTREmawcZXQfuD-DFO7W7AQem6S7_y-qdZiL4N31gOAuurs93fXqi3xZNLAyhhzwHzY9A4lSsplbtPGgVv0f0hGWLaDo540HTK2F_xLkIWaAbRYjYwOWQNfDYNBmLc5o0cOuTufW-zBhjw/s320/373A8185-E224-4542-9B49-A67270708C90.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR5DiUtkVb8EPj6FkJQ_x5BAcnrAzsZeyU68yEXhHS923zz1Kk_P2OnCu6B2tn6Ea8hURTF5gHSuUjMTXyACKHfK5vm-kdHC-W-dLD4LApAC2oug0AG3QqX6q7ubfcIEq9mkAmQD47Yb8JmjmZSKgPwmmKnJKB6YQUahDSd8pkPTPirPjIun1j8I3g7A/s2048/9624D875-299D-4EA3-8B4C-4532C6F883E5.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR5DiUtkVb8EPj6FkJQ_x5BAcnrAzsZeyU68yEXhHS923zz1Kk_P2OnCu6B2tn6Ea8hURTF5gHSuUjMTXyACKHfK5vm-kdHC-W-dLD4LApAC2oug0AG3QqX6q7ubfcIEq9mkAmQD47Yb8JmjmZSKgPwmmKnJKB6YQUahDSd8pkPTPirPjIun1j8I3g7A/s320/9624D875-299D-4EA3-8B4C-4532C6F883E5.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It’s very drizzly today.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">We have yet to venture out beyond the garden. I have finished the fan jigsaw and it’s now destined for my equally jigsaw mad sister. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEkj3NkdaE96wrQDpwLuDTWLG5d65CfLZlTcWKZ7896haY49rVY3EsBos22UVo3_c4rnCjs_6BH07a5EiJZp0KDcXrdpI5aYl9U5hatk4wxuVj-HtjP7ap0bpL4Zw2EPnYRkVSKtoxPjr4zu8AIkFa6mQBKlqslKWOhQ8lDWwsrsTxjKXCddIfMCX9Q/s4032/6E77BECB-66AB-4CD2-A587-A8ADD1C3319A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEkj3NkdaE96wrQDpwLuDTWLG5d65CfLZlTcWKZ7896haY49rVY3EsBos22UVo3_c4rnCjs_6BH07a5EiJZp0KDcXrdpI5aYl9U5hatk4wxuVj-HtjP7ap0bpL4Zw2EPnYRkVSKtoxPjr4zu8AIkFa6mQBKlqslKWOhQ8lDWwsrsTxjKXCddIfMCX9Q/s320/6E77BECB-66AB-4CD2-A587-A8ADD1C3319A.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">And you’d be hard pressed to pick out the ‘chewed by Bluebell, repaired by Rachel’ piece now carefully sellotaped into a three piece starter block! Oops! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I was going to make jam today, I’ve a huge bag of fair share raspberries clump frozen into a massive block and I’ve a couple of punnets of strawberries. But I need sugar. So that’s a job for next week. I started this blog post first thing and it’s now tea time. It’s rained all day and Bluebell got suitably soggy and muddy on our walk. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So me and the HG have been watching Brookside- a couple of episodes a night. It’s like visiting a Beamish Museum in your own living room. It’s fascinating to see the sets and the props. A little horror too in one scene- set at the train station and there on a massive billboard, a smiling icon of the times urging us to take the train- of course what we know now, the monster Jimmy Saville turned out to be.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Things that have struck me are the style of the cars, the fact they’ve all moved into new build houses that don’t have central heating or telephones installed! Also, all of them make tea in a tea pot! A full tea set is used! None of this tea bag in a cup nonsense! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">When I was a girl we couldn’t watch Brookside for two reasons 1. We didn’t get Ch4 for ages after it was launched and me Dad couldn’t stand scouse accents! One of the characters has been made redundant and had to leave his posh life in the Wirral. Bobby Grant played by Ricky Tomlinson is on strike and there are anti Thatcher posters up! And as a grown up looking at him, he was a very handsome man back in the day! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Anyway, Maundy Thursday tomorrow and I’m off into town with Mum for lunch. We will have to take our brollies! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love from </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *Brookside is great* Radiostar xxx</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-54637076609416238102023-04-03T09:17:00.000+01:002023-04-03T09:17:13.227+01:00Easter Hols<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNY2_ZAUmdCdqDSOy0oxDV-Dv5hMs4lhA5HvaXTzs9oNR8A_I4pixCneBVvFbULVHX22h7WX3mfl_i3hCy1xb7yFtTVzgwOKWH8IKDgdUEUGWI4vYw5t9eEGMZQ8wMaAiD69SRFKr8pvpmOoqpTNx6NOV8ZZDskqdNiA7BYnFrHd6ntm76Cda3DcMoQ/s4032/8C0D4C1C-645C-42C9-A8DF-06A4D7F0FD0C.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNY2_ZAUmdCdqDSOy0oxDV-Dv5hMs4lhA5HvaXTzs9oNR8A_I4pixCneBVvFbULVHX22h7WX3mfl_i3hCy1xb7yFtTVzgwOKWH8IKDgdUEUGWI4vYw5t9eEGMZQ8wMaAiD69SRFKr8pvpmOoqpTNx6NOV8ZZDskqdNiA7BYnFrHd6ntm76Cda3DcMoQ/s320/8C0D4C1C-645C-42C9-A8DF-06A4D7F0FD0C.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">It day one of the hols. Bundon Flowers was brought out of the fridge yesterday and woken up. He now lives on my coffee table when he’s out - he seems to like it! I made a loaf and fed him using a mix of 20% wholemeal flour to 80% white bread flour. The loaf I’ve baked this morning is delicious chewy and satisfying. I’ve had to plan more carefully because it does take so much longer than ‘normal’ bread. I will make a loaf from today’s discard for the freezer and maybe feed him for tomorrow where I want to try crumpets. Then he will go back in the fridge! </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The fan jigsaw is coming on. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmi-1s37x-hpYln1F4afYArRigJbGP3cRTuqPjUHB1pGM1Z-WavBdyEK-Cjjuq3gR9mWfQ65YFWsH_aZtKWnzu6U8AcRl99b8gUDXAzKJ7SzI05F6Pdq7l6rjhyRPtu8LdNQj88eiW5OSx2CurXW8Cqgtv61u9iIdEOOQu2Jn57iQO9Qf14ZGIN3eCQ/s4032/649C3483-1978-424C-8A91-1028A8205D9D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmi-1s37x-hpYln1F4afYArRigJbGP3cRTuqPjUHB1pGM1Z-WavBdyEK-Cjjuq3gR9mWfQ65YFWsH_aZtKWnzu6U8AcRl99b8gUDXAzKJ7SzI05F6Pdq7l6rjhyRPtu8LdNQj88eiW5OSx2CurXW8Cqgtv61u9iIdEOOQu2Jn57iQO9Qf14ZGIN3eCQ/s320/649C3483-1978-424C-8A91-1028A8205D9D.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">This week will zoom by, I did nowt really over the weekend - if I have the energy I will share Saturday’s angst tomorrow. It will make more sense! It’s freezing cold, bright and sunny. Going to set the whites off to peg out. Today I’ve lunch out and a natter with my friend. I’ve to find my old paper driving licence to take in town on Thursday to convert to a photo one ( not that I drive - I’m pathetic and gripped by anxiety and truly believe I will die if I drive - if only I practiced what I preached at work sigh anyway ) it vexes me MASSIVELY tht you need photo ID to vote. FURIOUS. But as ever I will comply. I need to ring EDF to moan at them and book an eye test for Thursday where I’ll have to go to town ( ugh ) but I’ll take my mum and we’ll have some lunch somewhere. Think I’m seeing my sister tomorrow - we share an Iceland delivery because I don’t need much and they don’t deliver to where she lives and the Electricity Board ( steam coming out of my ears even thinking about it linked to Saturday ) are supposedly coming at 8am. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I will take Bluebell to the park after I come back from lunch and then potter about and create something good for tea! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Have a good day - I broke out the sandals yesterday for a while! </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNW_Ay53pvwPh2HI0HCXOTqsgaxZmKMTWPjfiYskNZ-TmpNRe4_WwKzNFA6Qz0Rf_D32vp5zLgqpu0gCNeLENOobApVt6G_kK5CFvj31oIEdAVNzwy58l-KeuiOGYPN8mjv-dYi0O3rgDgVYj7xDrfidYjmoA6GjP3My0hXsuEYHds6t_kxVMpgfIbdA/s4032/A108702E-E50E-482D-BD0B-A369A1AA3415.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNW_Ay53pvwPh2HI0HCXOTqsgaxZmKMTWPjfiYskNZ-TmpNRe4_WwKzNFA6Qz0Rf_D32vp5zLgqpu0gCNeLENOobApVt6G_kK5CFvj31oIEdAVNzwy58l-KeuiOGYPN8mjv-dYi0O3rgDgVYj7xDrfidYjmoA6GjP3My0hXsuEYHds6t_kxVMpgfIbdA/s320/A108702E-E50E-482D-BD0B-A369A1AA3415.jpeg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *so good to have a break from work * Radiostar xx </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-55702739954989228932023-03-31T17:41:00.003+01:002023-03-31T17:41:50.367+01:00For Sooze xx<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I am aghast at my sheer neglect during my last post! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Hope this goes some way to putting things right!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Madam Barkypants is here snuggly in her bed that is actually a bed in a bed! She has her squirrel in her mouth. Her latest trick I taught her is to find one of her toys by name ( I think she solidly knows up to 20 of them ) and then take it to one of us by name. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Her delivery to hand is strong and it’s always back to the person either throwing or giving her the command. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So I can say </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Bluebell, find your squirrel and take it to Mr 25 and she will. He will take it from her. He will then give it her back and say take it to Mummy </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">And she does. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqE07CJtFGiGxSVwh_T1e9NUDlLgU6qg3gb8UNfCOUZ6QeVQULl21oNkwLsGs_cJk0QXwe-aKo9EDFNaTOap9VnJ3RAGbrj4CqIQwCnuO3XizrZjlvtn_JLOGVTRrcpPvXIEGn-ik-2akHURivD0qIb7wBf_5Urs_D6USvTArVvvIxvHdvcCPT99uq4Q/s4032/2D866AF5-0DC7-440D-AC8A-A82A21A8E613.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqE07CJtFGiGxSVwh_T1e9NUDlLgU6qg3gb8UNfCOUZ6QeVQULl21oNkwLsGs_cJk0QXwe-aKo9EDFNaTOap9VnJ3RAGbrj4CqIQwCnuO3XizrZjlvtn_JLOGVTRrcpPvXIEGn-ik-2akHURivD0qIb7wBf_5Urs_D6USvTArVvvIxvHdvcCPT99uq4Q/s320/2D866AF5-0DC7-440D-AC8A-A82A21A8E613.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I love her so much. Even when she has piddled on the sofa cover in a deep sleep! Apparently it’s common in Springers after they are speyed and some hormone tablet from the vet will sort it. We are there next week for a check up and we get a free urine test a year so will try to remember to follow her out with an old takeaway tub to catch some piddle to take with us to the vet! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love from </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel*loves Bluebell* Radiostar xxx </span></div><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /><br /></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-1201649865836078232023-03-31T06:34:00.001+01:002023-03-31T06:34:09.573+01:00Sourdough Success<p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"> Susan was rubbish. Then came Kevin. He was started with some oh my goodness that was expensive Keffir milk. I drank the rest and felt wholesome from within but he too wasn’t great. I brought him into the living room, not much warmer but twas enough. However he wasn’t smelling so good by day 6. So he went the same way as Susan. However my best friend in real life came to the rescue and brought me some of her discard from her starter called Doughanna Lumley. I declared myself to be a murderer with previous convictions but she risked it and well the screen shots of our chit chat prove how bonkers about bread we both have become! As a baker I wasn’t used to failure in the kitchen</span>! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZZpWIu5Lwe3twhtjaOZepPn7TlVjMY8gGQfclBnDtFhjerzlR3d_5wJRVAksYrbfKTzYMp3Z6jFdKSESixA1SFGSZQwaKvAGPwJasor_cs9eQXpA0xvwwILM3GPiPebj6jx4hjFUBJIf3ENLlTjhnZJjAD6Dw9mZt4idOm5rQtVIJCUtXf7cr5-APA/s1970/E312A828-6266-42DB-980F-AD43DBCDD0FC.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1970" data-original-width="1115" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZZpWIu5Lwe3twhtjaOZepPn7TlVjMY8gGQfclBnDtFhjerzlR3d_5wJRVAksYrbfKTzYMp3Z6jFdKSESixA1SFGSZQwaKvAGPwJasor_cs9eQXpA0xvwwILM3GPiPebj6jx4hjFUBJIf3ENLlTjhnZJjAD6Dw9mZt4idOm5rQtVIJCUtXf7cr5-APA/s320/E312A828-6266-42DB-980F-AD43DBCDD0FC.jpeg" width="181" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Once I’d taken delivery I was then sending progress reports every ten minutes - ooo look at it now and ooooo look now! My starter is called Bundon Flowers and currently he’s waiting in the fridge to be woken up gently for the weekend bake! I’d started churning out so much bread the freezer was full! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34A6D3iG1QDciteLWKHVefXedUrwHr4kaI28S0xVfA5KuGKdxERxOopBds3h56UJZk9LNkdn52f1XaTbaedoAXxrvaKPzhsnO3vdIuPScQbJ2fym8GrcD5YW1FVy03Mot-HDbZ038oyO6InOn1d7jfqADAKLDkga2wQUJ8YPKG593su49jdH5UHi5yw/s4032/8A2845A2-6D9D-4A9B-9CBD-A62FF0230854.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34A6D3iG1QDciteLWKHVefXedUrwHr4kaI28S0xVfA5KuGKdxERxOopBds3h56UJZk9LNkdn52f1XaTbaedoAXxrvaKPzhsnO3vdIuPScQbJ2fym8GrcD5YW1FVy03Mot-HDbZ038oyO6InOn1d7jfqADAKLDkga2wQUJ8YPKG593su49jdH5UHi5yw/s320/8A2845A2-6D9D-4A9B-9CBD-A62FF0230854.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtx8VSLGns_g0NH8yK_qJIerI0sLPcXCbZCaT_zzIY6g1wKUwP5hBdEhCrgq4BIp0X_lviAdCIeBLnHUa1gAnjORdzK_cDznCVaYRtQnZQ5Bv4a55RFdM_YgTeWgBV_p4oUG4PCQqdGp-V0GtH7-l_7YS1-AWOWncVGTifpB42E_85Ke5sSk_xgTzJcA/s4032/79DD032B-35B9-4172-B765-D1E84D89F131.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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It’s been a crazy half term and I’ve a parent workshop to do with my friend this morning and then do some admin this afternoon then that’s it. A much needed rest. Nothing planned really for the two weeks. Housework catch up etc days out in week 2 when the HG is off and pleasing myself which is my favourite! Finishing this jigsaw is on the agenda! Isn’t it gorgeous. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufpWLRr_gxibf3HIC4wkID3GzBkPVXC-cEZf4fbJQ1fFro72plO0s3zs7ghUS-clKchRT4PpXpDIEDDlgQiJmUgChknHL-bHQWGIIHBDEdakKcws3KBeB2pphsSKUY7UUjejwVS_fmxH1wfPIkuNMlrvRwgWHzVQ4L7u1RHyUgF_rpgYUBfcJ2RAfug/s4032/1C31E4D0-9F4D-4A2E-9888-DE0DF4053778.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufpWLRr_gxibf3HIC4wkID3GzBkPVXC-cEZf4fbJQ1fFro72plO0s3zs7ghUS-clKchRT4PpXpDIEDDlgQiJmUgChknHL-bHQWGIIHBDEdakKcws3KBeB2pphsSKUY7UUjejwVS_fmxH1wfPIkuNMlrvRwgWHzVQ4L7u1RHyUgF_rpgYUBfcJ2RAfug/s320/1C31E4D0-9F4D-4A2E-9888-DE0DF4053778.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FP-6TlsusZ8VrOM-nldGAL2kOj4NGMJYc-ju4r8jxCB6Y19odKgn98IolfVHRoJNoSenjsGPQ4gLqCdP8Jl4O6yvpatAi6WgNPzuiVRROD2my9xGNFKOGBQZE1DpozPX2D3AdDLrYPqHcsr5Wz-AcFuahbu4_-h9jYEr4jxlc4WVoHc4yInM5sXpwg/s4032/FEBADE3A-D880-4044-8222-386CB93FF154.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FP-6TlsusZ8VrOM-nldGAL2kOj4NGMJYc-ju4r8jxCB6Y19odKgn98IolfVHRoJNoSenjsGPQ4gLqCdP8Jl4O6yvpatAi6WgNPzuiVRROD2my9xGNFKOGBQZE1DpozPX2D3AdDLrYPqHcsr5Wz-AcFuahbu4_-h9jYEr4jxlc4WVoHc4yInM5sXpwg/s320/FEBADE3A-D880-4044-8222-386CB93FF154.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">If I get a move on I might get a few more bits in before work! But first, coffee! </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Lots of love from </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel *almost there folks* Radiostar xxx</span></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5101883877426552626.post-64104898073149333632023-03-09T19:07:00.005+00:002023-03-09T19:07:54.206+00:00Wednesday 8th<p> <span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Thank you for those kind comments. Sadly, my friend’s hubby never made it and died shortly after being admitted to hospital. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">I can’t even think how hard it must have been to go home and walk into the house where he’d been, hours earlier. A half drunk cup of tea on the side, clothes in the washer etc. and what has made this even more horrible and traumatic, the catastrophic brain event happened whilst the family were celebrating their son’s birthday. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">The rest of us in school are in collective shock I think. Disbelief. Unable to do anything to ‘fix’this as is often our job at work. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">So the world keeps turning. I find comfort in these words by Donna Ashworth</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlIdJq00RO29eJuyKqSolORp5SZGKoFebY7iu_MYGcN5Jl_LF_XCkmp9YKghBidjXjugHcvY9Y5QnwvXUPC6cgoKIxY7q-4EV4Aqyi93cioTxgOMKoRxkZ4z2973ndJjtqai3ZZvDWscX4z66wu_GoGnUDYw5iJ7HBRNruGN1qKU2hzMFrZT_TBa2Hg/s1499/96D623ED-9CF0-491B-A3C1-975A8A335205.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1499" data-original-width="1125" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrlIdJq00RO29eJuyKqSolORp5SZGKoFebY7iu_MYGcN5Jl_LF_XCkmp9YKghBidjXjugHcvY9Y5QnwvXUPC6cgoKIxY7q-4EV4Aqyi93cioTxgOMKoRxkZ4z2973ndJjtqai3ZZvDWscX4z66wu_GoGnUDYw5iJ7HBRNruGN1qKU2hzMFrZT_TBa2Hg/w300-h400/96D623ED-9CF0-491B-A3C1-975A8A335205.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">But then I found this and sums her hubby up perfectly. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8M4q-NzHv5nyKzinEiGglp3eZmScZlAaROTussLPPAnoQLqDzLCDrIWx_t6IP5NW9dYaUPROPS3v3A0grqqRo542Wo2y0QHLT2v6UEpukPB2jk_YX2tQWYSemA9ulUtJTuQMEaZht0WztL4Lpo1CFA-SATFWi2FZMs2nfDfT_95u_tEt6l1mkjrbqTQ/s1910/F1CA6BCA-0A0F-4ED2-BECD-F529D1CE1540.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1910" data-original-width="1119" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8M4q-NzHv5nyKzinEiGglp3eZmScZlAaROTussLPPAnoQLqDzLCDrIWx_t6IP5NW9dYaUPROPS3v3A0grqqRo542Wo2y0QHLT2v6UEpukPB2jk_YX2tQWYSemA9ulUtJTuQMEaZht0WztL4Lpo1CFA-SATFWi2FZMs2nfDfT_95u_tEt6l1mkjrbqTQ/w374-h640/F1CA6BCA-0A0F-4ED2-BECD-F529D1CE1540.jpeg" width="374" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">He did walk a blazing pathway. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Patrick Hand;">Rachel</span></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8