Sewing tin of joy!

I bought this beautiful old sewing tin from Farnham Maltings for £10. The seller said its had belonged to an elderly gentleman whose wife had died recently. He wanted it to go to someone who would use it. I wish I could tell him just how much I use it and love it. Whenever I need just the right colour, it's there. When I can't find a tape measure, it's there and when I want to just look at something that has been loved and used and treasured, it's there! Thank you to the previous owner whoever you were, your sewing box is in safe hands! 

Aux Provence

Sitting on my balcony overlooking sea and mountains in wondering how harsh life can be sometimes! I'm imagining that one day I might sell up, buy a B&B on a hill with a sea view and let people pay me to stay and paint my free view! I will paint all the rooms a beautiful French grey and furnish them in beautiful old wooden furniture. Breakfast will be on the terrace, bread, jam and cheese (non of which will make you fat because they are eaten outside). In the evening I will offer a free glass of wine before my guests go out to dinner (this is when I will be at my noisiest finding out about their real lives). Then once a year, at least, I will have an open door policy for friends and family to come and stay. If I go missing in the future this is where I'll be (see photo). 

A day at the zoo.

That should actually read 'A day at the other zoo'. They often say 'never work with children or animals' so today I worked with both - they definitely do not mix!
There were not many animals to be seen to be fair, those who made themselves visible looked as miserable as the weather. Unlike the 180 children from our school added to the 350 from a combination of other schools, who were definitely visible and made themselves heard too! Staff were instructed to stay with them at all times by the zoo keepers - what they thought they might do I have no idea. Most of them were more interested in mating rituals than in looking for the illusive red panda up a tree! They did not take kindly to being stalked by teachers!
Still, the last time I went to Marwell, I spent 4 hours traipsing round the zoo with my autistic charge, looked at everything ( in great depth) then just as we got back to the coach he decided he could not possibly get back on until he had retraced his steps - walking backwards!  With only 20 minutes to spare we ran the whole way round retracing our steps, him running backwards and me in advance warning oncoming traffic and pushing old ladies in wheelchairs and babies in buggies out of the way!

Long time no see

hello readers
 It's been such a long time since I blogged! Mostly because I couldn't work out how to get back into my blogger account to be honest.
I have become aware in recent months that my current employment is holding me back, I spent the whole weekend in bare feet enjoying the sunshine and live music and realised that each day I go to work with the true me hidden inside sensible shoes!

It's been a while!

I know it's been a while ( a year to be exact) but I am disabled for the next few weeks. All I did was walk out of the kitchen door, hardly a dangerous pastime one would think. No... not a drop had passed my lips unfortunately! Anyway, I just stepped out of the kitchen door, next thing I know I am up close and personal with grass, dirt and several pairs of large shoes on the end of several large young mens feet. Not one of them dropped their beer, stopped facebooking or helped me up... which I was quite pleased, about maybe it meant they didn't notice my fall from grace.
So I am stuck in a stupid looking, highly unfashionable boot (I would like to be very politically incorrect here but shall not as you never know when the PC police are looking).

I have been sitting here for a week grizzling an moaning and generally sulking at my incapacity. I have been a bit productive, I have made some lovely embroidery pictures and started making my website, taken lots of pictures of the various shades of bruising and swelling on my foot (I got bored with that after a few days). And I made a malt loaf - random!

My family have been very sympathetic as you would expect:
The husband said: "Dont worry about the ironing, you can do it sitting down."
The curly son said: "Who's going to do the cooking?"
The tall son said: "'Yay does that mean it's take aways for dinner?"
I was saved from suicidal thoughts by my favourite daughter who said "Anything I can do?"

Note to self - be careful when exiting doorways!

Royal Wedding

I think I might have wedding blues, I didn't do much preparation - bought some eccles cakes and union jack napkins, other than that I got up earlyish on a public holiday and sat and watched. And watched. And watched. I surpirsed myself in how long I was actually stationary but I actually enjoyed every minute of it, in fact I couldn't get enough of it. I am now most miffed that the royal couple have flown off and not told anyone where they've gone - thats mental cruelty, getting the nation all patriotic and in a wedding frenzy then nothing, almost found myself hoping the paparazi find them!
Anyway today I have been reduced to having a clear out in the loft in the vain hope that Harry might one day be my prince (he looks like he could handle an older woman).
Oh and by the way I am never eating again so that I can one day wear a dress like Pippa's.

This week I am incandescent with rage!!!!! After a lengthy battle with carbohydrates... I lost and gave in to great door stops of crusty fresh bread laden with butter so deep you I could see my teeth marks in it, wrapped around big fat greasy chips. How come it takes three weeks to lose three poxy pounds and three minutes to put them back on with interest. That is a regular event in the life of my troubled waistline and was not the reason for my rage, oh no, my GP was the reason for my incandescence! I visited the doctor with a number of niggely little ailments I have been noting recently and took the opportunity during my week off to discuss them with the nice lady doctor. The nice lady doctor turned out to be not quite so nice. I don't know if doctors are allowed to be mean to their patients but whatever it was it provoked a vicious verbal attack ... she told me, and I qoute "these things happen to A WOMAN OF YOUR AGE" I could not believe that someone in a caring profession could be so cruel but she went on "...at YOUR TIME OF LIFE." I was there for a long time while she wittered on about "bla, bla, bla menopause, bla, bla thyroid, bla, bla change of life, bla, weight gain bla, bla, bla bla..." Anyway she clearly needs striking off and I shall be telling the General Medical Council as much... as soon as she has fixed all my little ailments! Anyway it's a good job my sister came to visit she cheered me right up by telling me I didn't have the 1665 look yet (apparently thats where you look 16 from the back but nearer 65 from the front), she's so reasuring my sister!!