It's just past 9 and I am in bed with my knitting. I am resigned to stick with vanilla socks, on magic loop I can almost knit them in my sleep now. Having said that the current pair, and the last 3 pairs, are k4 p2 rib. All in light shades and mens sizes. My gift box is filling up nicely, once I cannot face another pair of socks it will be sockhead hats or possibly beanies, something that doesn't require reading a pattern and intricate stitches.
Not feeling sorry for myself, quite the opposite. Here we are in early June and I getting well through my gift knitting. I do have 2 sweater wips that have been set aside till my eyes are done. Both are too busy for me, one is heavily cabled and the other is lace.
I have cut out a wrap skirt, I adapted a pattern and instead of side seams I have marked darts for shaping. A deal less sewing and no zipper to insert, and no need for the overlocker, I can not see to thread it now. I had a job to wind bobbins earlier, it was difficult to see to get the thread through the machine and the little hole in the bobbin. I persevered and wound 6. It's quite silly as I have no problem threading the needle, and no I do not use the automatic threader.
I see that the greedy grasping few are selling a £1 tin of dried yeast on Ebay for up to £7, I hope that nobody buys it. My local shop has some, at a higher price than the supermarkets but not that exhorbitant. They took the time and trouble to source it for their customers, they have a limited supply and sell only 1 pack at a time.
There is nothing like a disaster to bring out the best and the worst in people.
We were promised rain this evening but so far it is dry and warm, the last lot filled my water butts so I am happy.
Now I think that I ought to do a few more rounds on the socks before turning the light out. Michael is snoring his head off in the other bedroom, all the doors are open but I think that I willl need to shut them soon or I will never get to sleep.
Stay safe.
TTFN Pam
Tuesday, 9 June 2020
Monday, 8 June 2020
Champing at the bit.
First let me thank you all for your advice as to getting rid of the layer of dog hair. It looks as though Dyson is the make to go for. I will have to double check though as I am sure that I read somewhere that the business has been moved to a "tax haven". If so I will not be looking at that brand.
Secondly I am on a forced slow down.
You long time readers may remember my heart issue from a few years ago. I have been in control and all has been tickety-boo. Until this morning. I was scuttling around, getting through my job list, before the foster girls arrived and was obviously going at it hell for leather. Half way down the stairs my heart went into overdrive and I sat down hurredly. It was lucky that I fell backwards.
After several minutes I got right down, onto the sofa and I have mostly been here since.
During the winter I was fine, remembered to take regular pit stops, and maintained a somewhat measured pace.
When the hot weather arrived it was just too hot to hurry. This morning it was cooler but fine and bright and I got carried away with myself.
Soooo, its bum on chair for a little bit longer today and then back to my old routine for the forseeable future.
I was fine over the weekend as I was sewing coronavirus masks. My family in England have all had some but with the relaxing of lockdown I became concerned. The fact that people on public transport will have to wear a mask soon, plus they will then have to wear a fresh mask once they arrive at work put another strain on the chain of supply.
I have posted off 30 to Francesca, like me she is concerned that the ongoing demonstrations will lead to a surge in new cases. She is still working from home but now intends to wear a mask on her daily walk.
My sister in Norfolk has to go to the local post office and the chemist weekly, I want her to wear a mask, and the same with the rest of the family. Apart from my sister none of them sew, and she does not have a fabric stash, I was given some part bolts of quilting cotton recently and I have interfacing and elastic. My sewing machine is going through a needle every day now and I bless my American bought Oliso iron. It has little feet that drop down when you let go of the handle so nothing gets scorched and it does not have to be balanced precariously on end. How many irons have fallen onto the floor? in my home more that I care to count, usually due to a dog pushing through and rocking the ironing board.
So my days are pretty much cut, sew press, rinse and repeat. I like that. I do have a skirt cut out ready to sew and will try and slot that in this week. I make 25 masks a day, its tedious work, and sewing through the pleats and elastic kills the needles. I could use a jeans needle but I have a stash of machine needles, also from the US, that have been with me for over a decade. They worked out at around 3p each, I ordered them with some Bonnie and Camille fabric, the Marmalade collection (when the regulations and cost were not so draconion) and they threw in an extra box as a gift.
Much as I like to sit and sew, there are other things to do. I want to be in the garden moving pots and a stack of wood. That will have to wait a while, if I could get the "bit between my teeth" it would be done and dusted. Hence the champing.
The dogs have just finished a particularly lively game of chase and have collapsed on the sofa and are all snoring. It's very soporific and I can feel my eyelids drooping so I may join them for a while.
Keep safe.
TTFN Pam
Secondly I am on a forced slow down.
You long time readers may remember my heart issue from a few years ago. I have been in control and all has been tickety-boo. Until this morning. I was scuttling around, getting through my job list, before the foster girls arrived and was obviously going at it hell for leather. Half way down the stairs my heart went into overdrive and I sat down hurredly. It was lucky that I fell backwards.
After several minutes I got right down, onto the sofa and I have mostly been here since.
During the winter I was fine, remembered to take regular pit stops, and maintained a somewhat measured pace.
When the hot weather arrived it was just too hot to hurry. This morning it was cooler but fine and bright and I got carried away with myself.
Soooo, its bum on chair for a little bit longer today and then back to my old routine for the forseeable future.
I was fine over the weekend as I was sewing coronavirus masks. My family in England have all had some but with the relaxing of lockdown I became concerned. The fact that people on public transport will have to wear a mask soon, plus they will then have to wear a fresh mask once they arrive at work put another strain on the chain of supply.
I have posted off 30 to Francesca, like me she is concerned that the ongoing demonstrations will lead to a surge in new cases. She is still working from home but now intends to wear a mask on her daily walk.
My sister in Norfolk has to go to the local post office and the chemist weekly, I want her to wear a mask, and the same with the rest of the family. Apart from my sister none of them sew, and she does not have a fabric stash, I was given some part bolts of quilting cotton recently and I have interfacing and elastic. My sewing machine is going through a needle every day now and I bless my American bought Oliso iron. It has little feet that drop down when you let go of the handle so nothing gets scorched and it does not have to be balanced precariously on end. How many irons have fallen onto the floor? in my home more that I care to count, usually due to a dog pushing through and rocking the ironing board.
So my days are pretty much cut, sew press, rinse and repeat. I like that. I do have a skirt cut out ready to sew and will try and slot that in this week. I make 25 masks a day, its tedious work, and sewing through the pleats and elastic kills the needles. I could use a jeans needle but I have a stash of machine needles, also from the US, that have been with me for over a decade. They worked out at around 3p each, I ordered them with some Bonnie and Camille fabric, the Marmalade collection (when the regulations and cost were not so draconion) and they threw in an extra box as a gift.
Much as I like to sit and sew, there are other things to do. I want to be in the garden moving pots and a stack of wood. That will have to wait a while, if I could get the "bit between my teeth" it would be done and dusted. Hence the champing.
The dogs have just finished a particularly lively game of chase and have collapsed on the sofa and are all snoring. It's very soporific and I can feel my eyelids drooping so I may join them for a while.
Keep safe.
TTFN Pam
Friday, 5 June 2020
A cry for help
You all know by now that I tend to be thrifty. I buy good and expect it to last, almost forever.
I try to only buy to replace something that is not merely dead but really most sincerely dead. Deader than the parrot from Monty Python for sure.
Well I feel the overwhelming need, defo a NEED, to not replace but add to my cleaning equipment.
I NEED a new vacuum cleaner. My wet and dry semi industrial model has served me well for many years. It was a bargain buy from a shop that was closing to remodel.
It has dealt with workshop floors, 3 Springer Spaniels, several grandchildren and laughed at 30 broken eggs on the kitchen floor. Lets not go there again.
But. It is struggling to cope with Jug hair + terrier hair + Labrador puppy hair. The situation is not helped by the fact that Jug and Labrador like nothing better than a game of All in Wrestling. Rough and Tumble could and should be their alternative names. You can see the hair flying as they play, yes they do take it outside then back they come.
It is very good for both of them, Herbie is losing his excess weight (perhaps I should join in) and Revi is building muscle.
I just need to have a better way to remove the hair.
So, any of you shedding dog owners out there, how do you cope? Who can recommend a cleaner that actually does what it says.
I am a sceptic and think that, if there was a brand and model that really did all that it is claimed to do, it would wipe the board of the competition.
I don't mind cylinder or upright, battery or mains, although I would imagine that mains is better in the long run.
All suggestions will be welcomed with open arms. This dog fostering is likely to be a long lasting thing and if and when it finishes I may contact one of the rescue centers and offer my services. So the scary, hairy carpet situation will be indefinite.
On another note we have wind, not gale force, broken cloud with the odd gleam of sunshine. The first walk of the day went well, I missed the cuckoo call though, I expect that she has done her job and returned from whence she came.
Building has resumed on a site close to us but we cannot hear the racket.
There is more traffic but nowhere near the pre Covid amount. Schools are open from next Monday so that will be changing.
The dogs are all snoozing away, Revi hid in the garden when the vacuum came out, she doesn't like it any more that I do.
The breadmaker is just about ready to beep at me and the kettle is not only cold but empty.
Stay safe.
TTFN Pam
I try to only buy to replace something that is not merely dead but really most sincerely dead. Deader than the parrot from Monty Python for sure.
Well I feel the overwhelming need, defo a NEED, to not replace but add to my cleaning equipment.
I NEED a new vacuum cleaner. My wet and dry semi industrial model has served me well for many years. It was a bargain buy from a shop that was closing to remodel.
It has dealt with workshop floors, 3 Springer Spaniels, several grandchildren and laughed at 30 broken eggs on the kitchen floor. Lets not go there again.
But. It is struggling to cope with Jug hair + terrier hair + Labrador puppy hair. The situation is not helped by the fact that Jug and Labrador like nothing better than a game of All in Wrestling. Rough and Tumble could and should be their alternative names. You can see the hair flying as they play, yes they do take it outside then back they come.
It is very good for both of them, Herbie is losing his excess weight (perhaps I should join in) and Revi is building muscle.
I just need to have a better way to remove the hair.
So, any of you shedding dog owners out there, how do you cope? Who can recommend a cleaner that actually does what it says.
I am a sceptic and think that, if there was a brand and model that really did all that it is claimed to do, it would wipe the board of the competition.
I don't mind cylinder or upright, battery or mains, although I would imagine that mains is better in the long run.
All suggestions will be welcomed with open arms. This dog fostering is likely to be a long lasting thing and if and when it finishes I may contact one of the rescue centers and offer my services. So the scary, hairy carpet situation will be indefinite.
On another note we have wind, not gale force, broken cloud with the odd gleam of sunshine. The first walk of the day went well, I missed the cuckoo call though, I expect that she has done her job and returned from whence she came.
Building has resumed on a site close to us but we cannot hear the racket.
There is more traffic but nowhere near the pre Covid amount. Schools are open from next Monday so that will be changing.
The dogs are all snoozing away, Revi hid in the garden when the vacuum came out, she doesn't like it any more that I do.
The breadmaker is just about ready to beep at me and the kettle is not only cold but empty.
Stay safe.
TTFN Pam
Thursday, 4 June 2020
My days overflow
I have a full day ahead, as usual, and may or may not get everything done that I would like to.
Nothing is urgent, it will not lead to a disaster if I leave something undone.
I will try not to rush to finish, there is no need.
But there will be consequences.
The time that I spill into whilst slowing down was earmarked for other things.
Reading for one, books, real and electronic. Magazines, gifted of course and only rarely, and blog posts. I do get a couple of pages of my book at odd times during the day. I do scan through my blog reading list most days. What I do not do is comment very much, either someone has said it already or I can not find the words as my mind is still mulling the last job or planning. Planning the next job, the next meal, the next dog walk. Or there is something that has to be done right now. Something has to give.
If I slow down, and slow down I will, then there will be losses in my day. I watch very little television and when I do sit down I invariably have something to keep my hands occupied.
There are the things that have to be done, I like a clean house and regular meals, clean clothes and an empty sink.
Then there are the things that I would like to do. I slot these in as and when. Some days I get lots in, some days they get swept aside and some days I am just too weary to think about them. Those days I do not strive to get as much as possible done, I just go with the flow and if that means retreating upstairs to put my feet up then that's fine.
I have a to do list, mostly I get through it. Yesterday I did it all. Today? who knows, not I. Importantly it no longer worries me, much.
There has been a long gap. My neighbours work van was stolen during the night and visits from the police and 3 excited dogs have kept me on my toes.
The dogs are my prority, along with Michael who is progressing nicely, they picked up on the anxt and had a longer walk and lots of attention.
I still managed to pot on some plants and get the cucumbers and last tomato plants in their final places.
The hoover stayed firmly in the cupboard along with polish and dusters. There is another day tomorrow not even touched yet, all will get done.
There is a shepherds pie in the oven, loaded up with veg, for dinner and a chicken cooking for other meals. Chicken and ham pie for one.
Now I think that it is time to get this published and check on dinner.
Stay safe
TTFN Pam
Nothing is urgent, it will not lead to a disaster if I leave something undone.
I will try not to rush to finish, there is no need.
But there will be consequences.
The time that I spill into whilst slowing down was earmarked for other things.
Reading for one, books, real and electronic. Magazines, gifted of course and only rarely, and blog posts. I do get a couple of pages of my book at odd times during the day. I do scan through my blog reading list most days. What I do not do is comment very much, either someone has said it already or I can not find the words as my mind is still mulling the last job or planning. Planning the next job, the next meal, the next dog walk. Or there is something that has to be done right now. Something has to give.
If I slow down, and slow down I will, then there will be losses in my day. I watch very little television and when I do sit down I invariably have something to keep my hands occupied.
There are the things that have to be done, I like a clean house and regular meals, clean clothes and an empty sink.
Then there are the things that I would like to do. I slot these in as and when. Some days I get lots in, some days they get swept aside and some days I am just too weary to think about them. Those days I do not strive to get as much as possible done, I just go with the flow and if that means retreating upstairs to put my feet up then that's fine.
I have a to do list, mostly I get through it. Yesterday I did it all. Today? who knows, not I. Importantly it no longer worries me, much.
There has been a long gap. My neighbours work van was stolen during the night and visits from the police and 3 excited dogs have kept me on my toes.
The dogs are my prority, along with Michael who is progressing nicely, they picked up on the anxt and had a longer walk and lots of attention.
I still managed to pot on some plants and get the cucumbers and last tomato plants in their final places.
The hoover stayed firmly in the cupboard along with polish and dusters. There is another day tomorrow not even touched yet, all will get done.
There is a shepherds pie in the oven, loaded up with veg, for dinner and a chicken cooking for other meals. Chicken and ham pie for one.
Now I think that it is time to get this published and check on dinner.
Stay safe
TTFN Pam
Wednesday, 3 June 2020
Time is at the gallop
Even though the days are mine to fill as I wish I seem to be chasing my tail.
Yes it has been so hot that I am inside by 9.30, and go out around 8 in the evening, but that is not the reason.
It's because I am impatient. When I want to do something I want to do it now, or even sooner.
Life doesn't work like that, you have to plan and fit in with other people, other ideas, other tasks.
For instance I wanted to spend more time in the garden yesterday morning but the dogs wanted to walk. They don't need a walk but they love the first walk together. I downed tools and off we went. I enjoyed every step of it, the surroundings, the noises (no traffic sounds thank goodness) of insects busying and birds singing. Even the panting and snufflings of the dogs as they explored the undergrowth was music to my ears.
When we returned home I had another 30 minutes and it was too hot to stay out. I managed the jobs on my list and I took time to take stock of the plants. There is a great deal of future food in there, and a fair bit of present food in the form of salads.
I am fortunate to have my garden, I do miss the large space that I had in Tydd but would not be able to manage it now. I was beginning to struggle and that was partly why I left.
I have wandered, I love to be busy. My Granny said that I was born in a hurry and have been hurrying ever since. I try to slow down. Sometimes I am so successful that I grind to a halt, then I knit or read or sew, anything to keep my hands and/or mind busy.
Still there is not enough time to do everything.
Rubbish, there is plenty of time, I just move slower than I used to. I take little rest breaks. I catch my breath. I get distracted and enjoy the distraction whilst it lasts. How many things would I miss if I pushed them away till later, of course when it's later it's too late and you've missed it.
One thing that I know for certain is that I intend to get the most out of each day and take time to enjoy it, rather than rushing and missing things. I will, hopefully, manage to slow down and revel in the slowness, every second counts and I do not want to travel so fast that I only see the hours.
I feel that this is full of mixed metaphores and jumbled thoughts, my mind still wants to be busy, it has to learn to take it easy too.
Time rushes by on winged feet, mmm, and as you get older the days pass faster, mmm. Maybe. I want my days to pass with as much in them as is comfortable. I need to prioritise. If I want to spend an hour watching the bees bumbling round my flowers then I will not repine over something else that I could be doing. I will enjoy that hour, soak it up and hopefully recall it in the dark days and smell the garden and feel the sun again.
Today my grocery delivery comes and I will take pleasure in packing it away and count my blessings. Not whinge and whine because I want to go and do my own shopping. I will send a mental hug to the hero that picked my shopping, I will give heartfelt thanks to the delivery driver, another hero, and I will thank my lucky stars that I set this in place a few months ago.
The time that I save from doing it myself is a bonus and I do not waste it. I sit and watch the red kites performing over my valley, I watch the solitary bees that took residence in my bug hotel and I slow time down and in turn slow myself down.
Mind you I have to work at it otherwise I find that I am rushing around like a headless chicken doing everything and seeing nothing.
I am awake at stupid o'clock. I am not in the slightest bit sleepy. I did the little bit of ironing in the hope that it would send me scuttling back to bed.
Nope.
Didn't work.
I enjoyed taking my time and getting the task, albeit small, done and dusted.
Herbie is on the sofa, nestled in to a pile of cushions, making little snuffly snorty noises.
I have the door open to let in the coolish night air.
I am happy being me exactly where I am.
It cannot get much better than this.
Stay safe.
Take time out.
TTFN Pam
Yes it has been so hot that I am inside by 9.30, and go out around 8 in the evening, but that is not the reason.
It's because I am impatient. When I want to do something I want to do it now, or even sooner.
Life doesn't work like that, you have to plan and fit in with other people, other ideas, other tasks.
For instance I wanted to spend more time in the garden yesterday morning but the dogs wanted to walk. They don't need a walk but they love the first walk together. I downed tools and off we went. I enjoyed every step of it, the surroundings, the noises (no traffic sounds thank goodness) of insects busying and birds singing. Even the panting and snufflings of the dogs as they explored the undergrowth was music to my ears.
When we returned home I had another 30 minutes and it was too hot to stay out. I managed the jobs on my list and I took time to take stock of the plants. There is a great deal of future food in there, and a fair bit of present food in the form of salads.
I am fortunate to have my garden, I do miss the large space that I had in Tydd but would not be able to manage it now. I was beginning to struggle and that was partly why I left.
I have wandered, I love to be busy. My Granny said that I was born in a hurry and have been hurrying ever since. I try to slow down. Sometimes I am so successful that I grind to a halt, then I knit or read or sew, anything to keep my hands and/or mind busy.
Still there is not enough time to do everything.
Rubbish, there is plenty of time, I just move slower than I used to. I take little rest breaks. I catch my breath. I get distracted and enjoy the distraction whilst it lasts. How many things would I miss if I pushed them away till later, of course when it's later it's too late and you've missed it.
One thing that I know for certain is that I intend to get the most out of each day and take time to enjoy it, rather than rushing and missing things. I will, hopefully, manage to slow down and revel in the slowness, every second counts and I do not want to travel so fast that I only see the hours.
I feel that this is full of mixed metaphores and jumbled thoughts, my mind still wants to be busy, it has to learn to take it easy too.
Time rushes by on winged feet, mmm, and as you get older the days pass faster, mmm. Maybe. I want my days to pass with as much in them as is comfortable. I need to prioritise. If I want to spend an hour watching the bees bumbling round my flowers then I will not repine over something else that I could be doing. I will enjoy that hour, soak it up and hopefully recall it in the dark days and smell the garden and feel the sun again.
Today my grocery delivery comes and I will take pleasure in packing it away and count my blessings. Not whinge and whine because I want to go and do my own shopping. I will send a mental hug to the hero that picked my shopping, I will give heartfelt thanks to the delivery driver, another hero, and I will thank my lucky stars that I set this in place a few months ago.
The time that I save from doing it myself is a bonus and I do not waste it. I sit and watch the red kites performing over my valley, I watch the solitary bees that took residence in my bug hotel and I slow time down and in turn slow myself down.
Mind you I have to work at it otherwise I find that I am rushing around like a headless chicken doing everything and seeing nothing.
I am awake at stupid o'clock. I am not in the slightest bit sleepy. I did the little bit of ironing in the hope that it would send me scuttling back to bed.
Nope.
Didn't work.
I enjoyed taking my time and getting the task, albeit small, done and dusted.
Herbie is on the sofa, nestled in to a pile of cushions, making little snuffly snorty noises.
I have the door open to let in the coolish night air.
I am happy being me exactly where I am.
It cannot get much better than this.
Stay safe.
Take time out.
TTFN Pam
Tuesday, 2 June 2020
The glorious here and now.
Not bragging but our country is glorious, no serious weather and very few poisonous plants and creatures.
By and large at any rate.
Yes we have floods, landslides and parts of the country expect to have hard frosts and heavy snow. We even get the odd tremor and whirlwind, but these are rare.
I walked the dogs this morning and the land is swathed in every shade of green, splashes of white from some wild flowers, a sprinkle of gold from buttercups, a dusting of blue from speedwell (birds eye in my childhood) and a rainbow from the flowers in the gardens that I either pass or glimpse from the footpaths.
The birds are singing, insect life is all around and bees are buzzing fit to burst.
The little streams chatter over rocks and swoosh round bends as they wind their merry way.
The hawthorn blossom is all but gone, along with its intoxicating perfume, but there will be haws for hedgerow jelly later.
Bindweed is climbing every vertical stalk and post, soon to be smothered with luminous white flying saucer blossoms.
Nettles abound, tea anyone? The seeds are very nutritious although I only remembered that recently, not sure if I am brave enough to try them again now i have "grown up". Young nettle tips make a welcome addition to soup and I do like nettle tea with a sprig or two of mint.
I have a couple of patches of nettles in my garden and plan on having a couple more. Kept firmly under control and in their allotted space.
The pandemic has left, and is still leaving, a tidal wave of tragedy in its wake. The world has lost the frail and weak along with the strong and healthy. The finger of fate has stopped randomly and without predjudice.
I hope that those left will think and remember this for generations.
Can we keep the current spirit of helping as required going. People have been kinder and the slowing down of everything has fostered an almost war time spirit.
We are all in this together, neither race, creed or colour has had the slightest effect. Age, experience and wealth have meant nothing.
Fame nor fortune have been barriers.
We have a new breed of super heroes.
They have staffed our hospitals and nursing homes.
They have manned our shops.
They have driven food from depots to retailers.
They have emptied our bins and collected our recycling.
They have driven our ambulances and public transport.
They have been good neighbours.
There are so many, all deserving our recognition.
Winston Churchill made a famous speech that is just as pertinent today as it was then.
The only change is the enemy. Covid 19.
But.
Spring arrived and summer is hard upon its heels.
Nature carries on.
There is hope.
Elsewhere.
The US seems to be heading for more serious trouble but, there is always something bad happening, they appear to do everything on a grand stage.
Where is John Wayne when you need him.
Not picking holes, just giving my thoughts, they are "over there" and can sort out their own issues. Of course much of the population want no part of the madness, my heart goes out to them.
I think that's enough, I just felt like getting on my soapbox. It hasn't been out for a while and you should have seen the cobwebs. Miss Haversham eat your heart out. That's an awful saying but we all know what it means.
keep safe.
This too will pass.
TTFN Pam
By and large at any rate.
Yes we have floods, landslides and parts of the country expect to have hard frosts and heavy snow. We even get the odd tremor and whirlwind, but these are rare.
I walked the dogs this morning and the land is swathed in every shade of green, splashes of white from some wild flowers, a sprinkle of gold from buttercups, a dusting of blue from speedwell (birds eye in my childhood) and a rainbow from the flowers in the gardens that I either pass or glimpse from the footpaths.
The birds are singing, insect life is all around and bees are buzzing fit to burst.
The little streams chatter over rocks and swoosh round bends as they wind their merry way.
The hawthorn blossom is all but gone, along with its intoxicating perfume, but there will be haws for hedgerow jelly later.
Bindweed is climbing every vertical stalk and post, soon to be smothered with luminous white flying saucer blossoms.
Nettles abound, tea anyone? The seeds are very nutritious although I only remembered that recently, not sure if I am brave enough to try them again now i have "grown up". Young nettle tips make a welcome addition to soup and I do like nettle tea with a sprig or two of mint.
I have a couple of patches of nettles in my garden and plan on having a couple more. Kept firmly under control and in their allotted space.
The pandemic has left, and is still leaving, a tidal wave of tragedy in its wake. The world has lost the frail and weak along with the strong and healthy. The finger of fate has stopped randomly and without predjudice.
I hope that those left will think and remember this for generations.
Can we keep the current spirit of helping as required going. People have been kinder and the slowing down of everything has fostered an almost war time spirit.
We are all in this together, neither race, creed or colour has had the slightest effect. Age, experience and wealth have meant nothing.
Fame nor fortune have been barriers.
We have a new breed of super heroes.
They have staffed our hospitals and nursing homes.
They have manned our shops.
They have driven food from depots to retailers.
They have emptied our bins and collected our recycling.
They have driven our ambulances and public transport.
They have been good neighbours.
There are so many, all deserving our recognition.
Winston Churchill made a famous speech that is just as pertinent today as it was then.
The only change is the enemy. Covid 19.
But.
Spring arrived and summer is hard upon its heels.
Nature carries on.
There is hope.
Elsewhere.
The US seems to be heading for more serious trouble but, there is always something bad happening, they appear to do everything on a grand stage.
Where is John Wayne when you need him.
Not picking holes, just giving my thoughts, they are "over there" and can sort out their own issues. Of course much of the population want no part of the madness, my heart goes out to them.
I think that's enough, I just felt like getting on my soapbox. It hasn't been out for a while and you should have seen the cobwebs. Miss Haversham eat your heart out. That's an awful saying but we all know what it means.
keep safe.
This too will pass.
TTFN Pam
Monday, 1 June 2020
Green Fingers?
Not so much green as brown with raggedy nails, well they were before I got my homemade scrub mix and the clippers out. I mix oil (coconut is lovely), lemon juice and sugar, demerara is good as it doesn't desolve readily,
The sugar gets into the grain of your skin, and round the edges of your nails, the lemon juice helps to remove the stains and the oil softens your skin.
It's all about the garden at the moment, knitting and sewing have taken a step back. I have fabric matched to patterns and the same with yarn. They will have to wait their turn. It may not be long, we have a chance of rain midweek. There are not enough hours in the day cool enough to work in, I have always been an early riser now it is earlier still when I bounce out of bed.
I hit the ground running but gradually grind to a halt as the sun rises over me. Then I come in, have a shower and get the dogs out.
Now it is gone 11, I am tired and Herbie is flat out on his bed. I am flat out on mine but he is already snoring and I must join in.
Stay safe.
TTFN Pam
The sugar gets into the grain of your skin, and round the edges of your nails, the lemon juice helps to remove the stains and the oil softens your skin.
It's all about the garden at the moment, knitting and sewing have taken a step back. I have fabric matched to patterns and the same with yarn. They will have to wait their turn. It may not be long, we have a chance of rain midweek. There are not enough hours in the day cool enough to work in, I have always been an early riser now it is earlier still when I bounce out of bed.
I hit the ground running but gradually grind to a halt as the sun rises over me. Then I come in, have a shower and get the dogs out.
Now it is gone 11, I am tired and Herbie is flat out on his bed. I am flat out on mine but he is already snoring and I must join in.
Stay safe.
TTFN Pam
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