What happened next

Someone asked me a little while ago what are my interests.

To be honest I don’t have very many that are consistent.

I quite enjoyed swimming for a while until a German Speedo wearer started regularly attending the same sessions as me and proved far too much of a distraction to attempt anything cardio-vascular. Unfortunately the Slimming World handbook doesn’t cover such things.

I have also tried my hand at horse riding, canoeing, sailing, gorge scrambling, aerobics, ‘Zumba’, painting, aromatherapy, pottery, archery, quad biking and glass blowing to name but a few extra curricular activities – all of which I thoroughly enjoyed but not enough to keep me ‘at it’ on a regular basis.

Sadly the only hobby I can really say I’ve stuck to and continued to derive deep personal joy from, is capturing moments like that photographed above where you just know the situation can’t end well. Indeed, moments after I hit the shutter button, the squirrel bit the man causing him to yelp so loudly it startled the chap behind him holding the camera who ended up sat in the flower bed. Meanwhile the lady to his left started to hyperventilate and between gasps was shouting ” You need shot, need shot!” (I couldn’t agree more, but our country needs tourism) and shortly after everyone was escorted away by a Park Ranger who told them off for being on the grass. Oh how I laughed!

I’ve started tagging my blogs. A sad little experiment now I do ‘Social Media’ for food and have since discovered that a few people find my blog after searching Google for ‘little but deep’.

I don’t think it’s safe for me to comment but that could be a different hobby entirely….

If life could be

If life could be a short walk to Barbara’s…

For a bargain or two…

I would be very happy. Of course if there was an offer of lunch…

I’d know where to go…

Then I’d walk it off with a pleasant stroll

And put the world to right with my Old Man…

Yes, I’d like belong to a place where the tree surgeons wave…

Where I could find my ghost

And dogs behave, although I don’t know if I’d have one with 6 legs.

Life would be perfectly twee

If only such a place existed.

An offer was put in on the house. Unsurprisingly it was rejected, but with the work required and the dodgy planning permission situation I think that offer will be our last.

The search continues.

I love

A cup of tea and a biscuit on a rainy afternoon.

My new blue shoes for £8

Adopted succulents (thank you Emma!) on my windowsill

Spent another great day with the girls at the Potting Shed and then Lainston House Hotel which is the most stunning of wedding venues! The talented Mr Whitmore also kindly joined us – can’t wait to see the (am sure) beautiful photos he’s taken for the Potting Shed blog which will be up and running soon and am very excited about! Good times.

The pyjamas went on at approximately 16.37, forgot to get anything proper out of the freezer so it’s omelettes for supper, now waiting for the Toy Boy to return home after painting a chimney and trying not to eat all the biscuits in the meantime.

Should we put an offer in on that house?

Fortunately, Unfortunately


Those who have ever watched Outnumbered will be familiar with the game ‘Fortunately, Unfortunately’ in which players take turns to tell a story using these prefixes. Today has very much felt like one of those days. I’m going for the one player version.

Fortunately the sun was shining!

Unfortunately only long enough for me to hang the washing out…

Fortunately most of it has managed to dry since!

Unfortunately I have inadvertently created a new generation of sock orphans…

Fortunately in a jacket pocket I finally found the piece of paper for the ring cleaning service!

Unfortunately in the meantime I have become allergic to both my wedding and engagement ring…

Fortunately we have found a house, in budget we really quite like!

Unfortunately for the Toy Boy it is only 3 houses away from his in-laws…

We view it on Friday, let discussions commence.

This isn’t something you cover in marriage classes.

Playing in the Potting Shed

I am at the moment very privileged to be working with the extremely talented Emma Lappin, and despite being the subject of much renovation, last weekend I was allowed in the ‘Potting Shed’ to see where the magic happens!

Emma is quite cutting edge in her approach to floristry and occasionally employs the services of resident stunt riders to contrast the beauty of her floral designs with a gritty urban vibe.

I think it works.

Guest post

The one who normally writes the blog claims to be otherwise occupied, so I’ve been asked to fill in with some kind of ‘interest piece’. Not sure what she’s expecting, and I wasn’t told this was a working holiday, so you’ll make do.

I’m with ‘the daughter’ this week for reasons unknown, though at least the chickens don’t appear to have followed me. I can only hope they will be using this time wisely to learn to EAT THEIR OWN BANANA!

So here’s ‘interesting’. I’ve been a UK citizen for over thirty years now after coming over from Burma in the ’70s to crew on the Bowie Tour. The days were long and the drink was good, but there came a time when I saw a reflection of my shell in marabou trim and I thought ‘enough is enough’. I left the road the following week and then landed a job in overnight logistics (short haul). I stayed there until my retirement in 1981, found myself a nice little detached ‘batch pad’, hot tub, wi-fi, patio, been deliriously happy there ever since. Until the chickens moved in.

If only I were vegetarian simply for ethical reasons.

Off now to Ladbrokes to put money on a couple of dead certs – the Hare on at 3/1 and Helen Milligan to win ‘the Apprentice’ at – 9/1. Fine behind mind.

Later people!