candles 21 December 2010
i have been lighting a lot of candles recently – not in a religious way, though, but when i am abroad and visit a church i always light one each form my dad and cathy belton’s and a few others as i think of the great people i have known and come from… i just love the light they shed. and to have a lovely evening each evening these days (so to speak) i have a long late bath (aromatherapy oils to the fore) and all lit by candles – which is just as well because every electric light has tripped/blown in the main bathroom – i’m not complaining, though i fear it may all add up to a bigger ‘energy’ bill than expected – anyone wanting to gift me candles of any sort is treasured!
jab 20 December 2010
Oh, knew I’d forgotten something – to all those of you who, like me, didn’t bother with a flu jab, GO GET IT!
And why don’t runways have ‘underfloor’ heating?
returned! 20 December 2010
My dears, thanks to all who worried about where I was (especially Joyce and Mandy) and, more importantly( ?), how I was over the last wee while. No blogs = EH?? I succumbed, finally, to this dodgy year and had to take myself off-grid and go under the radar to be mended. Not like me, but had to be done. And now…I feel I may be on the return, though v v gently. Well, I’m still breathing which is as good a basis as any other for assuming I’m still ‘in it.’ I’m sleeping a LOT which, as you all know, is a most pleasurable thing for me, as well as how I deal with getting better. And I’m going out to buy candles later (yes, this is a very good sign, isn’t it!). Also the visiting feral cat, Shirley Cook, is back (after a spell off grid too = see? happens to the best of us) with her brother in tow, so cat food will also have to be purchased.
And I am in love with a black, patent leather, 60s handbag that my sis-in-law Rebecca got for me at a vintage sale…v v in love with it…and an icon made by Belorussian nuns who run a stall in Borough Market in London (they’re from Minsk). I know it may be a tad wrong to love inanimate objects but I just can’t help myself – they are v v beautiful, and benign. Unlike banks, for instance, or bailouts…so maybe I’m not on the actual highway to hell in a handcart just yet
squirrel 12 December 2010
I’ve been watching a squirrel all week from my window and he’s some worker, always very VERY busy. He leaps from tree to tree like a monkey and darts about the ground with great purpose. He is grey but seems to be quite red along his back and into his seriously bushy tail. He is a veh good-looking, furry fella. Could be a SHE squirrel, of course, and my apologies to her if so. He’s was out and about in the snow and yesterday the thaw had got great grip on his manor and he was all over it then too. But no sign at all today. It’s frosty and maybe he just couldn’t face work – happens to even the best of squirrels, I’m guessing. Or perhaps he observes a Sunday rule of some sort? answers on the back of a fifty pound note please…
gagged 10 December 2010
I’m taking this gagging of me by net/curtains and poor signal personally now. Am I being censored by The Man? Or more accurately The Web? To be fair, I merely had a wittering about magpies to issue yesterday…mostly how they suit snowy conditions with the black and white carry-on of them. Also the vague theory that I’ve always held magpies to be stunning looking but perhaps a wee bit thick – the smaller birds, perhaps by virtue of their sharp movements and quizzical study of the world, always seem smarter to me – and in a gang they always see a magpie off. So, okay, it wasn’t going to defeat cancer or save mankind in general, or pandas, but to be halted entirely by ruthless technology thwarting my efforts to Witter (see? see what I did there??) just made me cross…as always, not a pretty sight…
net 8 December 2010
i have discovered that the problem getting my signal to the interweb these night is simply that there’s quite a heavy curtain on the window where the laptop likes to find optimum expression. So, dragging it back a ways has helped greatly and beings me back really to the simple times of the net when my granny just looked through her net curtains and learned all sorts of very informative stuff…her house was also opposite a lone town phonebox so all news emanated from there, particularly bad stuff, and she was excellently placed to lend a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to listen and whatever else was needed like tea and biccies…and talk = an information superroadway, my friends
whores 6 December 2010
Here’s a great line from a tv legal drama I recently espied, set in times of yore when men and women wore wigs and make-up and mostly they wore frocks too, by way of coats or skirtage (whichever was appropriate). Anyhow Our Hero was named in a nasty divorce case BUT it was the husband (of the woman he actually loves but hasn’t laid a finger on) who took the case who was being a stray and said husband was exposed as such, at which point his lawyer yelled at him ‘excepting maids, whores and actresses, you swore you were faithful to your wife!’
cracker 4 December 2010
Myself and the Hubby pulled a cracker last night (fnar fnar to all those of you who will need to go fnar fnar here), the first of the festive season. Good Christmas Cracker joke within – well, by that I mean a typical one, of course – so here goes
How do you make gold soup?
Put nine carrots in it!
I thank you x
Qatar 3 December 2010
So Russia will host the next football World Cup, then, erm, Qatar…I didn’t know it was a country, thought it was an airline – ignorance, McLynn stylee! Mind you, I do think it’s fair to say that this is also the VERY FIRST TIME Qatar has qualified for the World Cup…
ecosystem 30 November 2010
Whole new ecosystems are introducing themselves at work – we film SHAMELESS in an ex-factory hanger…or shed, really. It’s VEH VEH cold right now because we have snow in Manchester. Odd times though a degree extr will provoke the melting or some or other stalagmite and it’ll loudly drip onto the roof of, say, the Jockey pub set..which it did yesterday, and yet again I pondered aloud the notion that with any kind of global warming as accelerant those evolving creatures could be up and walking and running off with our women by Christmas. We are not alone…