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Saturday, 31 May 2014

Saturday 31st May - The Dawn Chorus

For the last few weeks I have been trying to convince myself that it is a privilege to be able to listen to the dawn chorus every morning.

I was quite successful in taking this view for the first couple of days.

Something seems to wake us at about half-past three most mornings - we don't know what it is (apart from the morning when a noisy magpie had a temper tantrum right by our bedroom window for about three-quarters of an hour). Maybe someone in our road is on an early shift, and roars off to work in a decrepit old diesel van. Perhaps a fox comes through and barks under the window. Could it be the change in light levels? Our curtains are very thin and threadbare.

Whatever it is that wakes us, it doesn't happen here - we are staying in an English Heritage property overlooking The Battlefield below Battle Abbey.

Here's the view from our bedroom window this morning (that's The Field, through the trees)

 
Best of all, we didn't get to see the view until nearly seven o'clock. 

Breakfast time now.

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Wednesday 28th May - The cake is delicious

The table is much improved.

After I made the coffee cake, and planted out some beans and peas into tubs in the garden, I set to work...

I've put the Discworld game away, and the sheet music and school music is all back where it belongs.

I've reinstated the wall-hanging (that was replaced by the Advent calendar at Christmas, which was in turn taken down at Epiphany - that's January, come to think of it).





















I've chucked away a stack of paper, tidied stationery items and put everything into neat piles.

I've written up the lessons from last week, finished the school reports, drunk a glass of sherry and eaten a small dish of olives.


The to-do list has had a few more items crossed off, and the cake (which we had as desert after supper) was excellent. Good show!





Wednesday 28th May - Action needed

There's mess and there's clutter and then there's something that defies description.


It's not just the dining room table that has got out of control - the mess has spread to three of the chairs (I'm sitting on the fourth, but I'm quite tidy at the moment).

Somewhere among the heaps is my to-do-list - under the neon pink high-lighter? - which has 24 items on it for this half term, and only three completed. Number 18 is "tidy the dining room table".

I think I'll just go and make a coffee. And perhaps finish my book. Or bake that cake (item 25?).

Procrastination is a great way of getting lots of other things done.

Monday, 26 May 2014

Bank Holiday Monday 26th May - It's Raining

We woke up to rain. I didn't mind - as we managed to sleep until about 7am. Better than yesterday, when a noisy magpie started rattling at 4am and kept going for a whole hour.

This morning, we visited my mother (she's staying in a local care home for a week while my father is having a respite holiday). She is able to go down to the Day Care suite every day, where she goes anyway every Monday and Thursday. We turned up just as her reading glasses broke - how's that for timing - so BB went off to buy a new sparkly pair from the pound shop, which is where the broken sparkly pair came from. Today's errand was to bring cranberry juice and a particular grey cardigan which we managed without error. (Tomorrow's list is ready and waiting to go!)

Anyway, we stayed for an hour or so, having a cup of coffee, chatting, doing this and that, and then came home. They are a cheerful, friendly bunch of people, staff and visitors alike.

We went home for lunch (home-made soup followed by toast and marmalade in case you are interested - skip that last sentence if you weren't, oh, sorry, too late, you've read it now, and then thought "now what?" It's still raining, so gardening isn't going to happen today.

We decided to attack the tidying. He's going through paperwork from the time of dinosaurs, discovering Barclaycard statements from 1987, the children's Christening cards, the bill for when we had the fireplace re-done in 1989, and other useful/useless stuff. (Some of it is useful, and we're glad to have found it again!)

I was going through a heap of stuff on my side of the bedroom. There were a couple of disintegrating plastic boxes of old sewing notions that I know I haven't looked at for years like rusting needles and rotten cotton, and let me tell you that Tupperware doesn't last for ever. I just about managed to chuck nearly all of it.

With all this kerfuffle going on in the bedrooms, the upstairs cat could find no peace any where.

She watched the rain for a while, and then put herself to bed.


Which is not exactly helpful as I have just brought down a load of washing to put in the machine. It will have to wait, as I haven't the heart to disturb her again.

Sunday, 25 May 2014

Sunday 25th May - Respite care

This week, my mother is staying in a local care home to give my father a chance to go away and have a week's respite.

It sort of works.

She will be making the best of unfamiliar and less comfortable surroundings, he will be doing his best to enjoy the week without worrying, we will be visiting the care home pretty much every day and bringing in bits and pieces - a bowl of grapes, a magazine, whatever - to try and brighten her stay.

I think that her sacrifice is worth it; because he will have a week without clock-watching to be ready for the carers, without remembering her medicines, without getting up at night to retrieve pillows or deal with the duvet or whatever (not that this happens every night).

I remember, when our children were very small, both under three years old, my birthday present from my husband was a complete day off. From the moment I woke up, until the moment I went to bed, I did none of the usual looking-after-two-babies-in-nappies.

I woke up, had breakfast (he got theirs), caught the train to London, and did whatever I pleased, when I pleased. I didn't have to think about meal times, or loo-stops, or what anyone else wanted to do.

I went and cuddled all the fabrics in Liberty's, pottered into an art exhibition, visited the Design Centre and bought a couple of jigsaw puzzles for the children, went round a street market and bought another jigsaw, which was really a puzzle for my husband, and eventually came home at about ten o'clock.

I "lived" on the memory of that day for several years; when things were getting a bit gritty at times and I was feeling ground down by domesticity, I would think back to that wonderful day. It was one of the best presents ever.

Got to go now - I promised I'd drop to my mother in first thing this morning to make sure that the first night had gone ok.

Saturday 24th May - recipes for father and son - chicken pie

This is a favourite...

I've always like the M and S roast chicken pies (not to be confused with ordinary chicken pies - there is a difference)

This is my version.

You need the pickings from a roast chicken, some vegetables like onion or leek, carrot and frozen peas, stock, flour, and pastry.

Let's start with the filling; no, let's consider when you are going to eat the pie, because if you are going to have it straight away, you need to set the oven to 200C!

Now, the filling; sweat the diced veg in plenty of butter, then add flour, hot stock and seasoning to make a thickish sort of gravy or thinnish sort of sauce. Quantities are harder to give, as it depends on what you have. For four people, I used a leek, two carrots, a tablespoon of butter, and once all that lot was looking softened, I added a tablespoon of plain flour to take up the liquid and stirred it in , and then added enough hot liquid stock to make the gravy. I added a spoonful of Dijon mustard and mixed herbs. If a bottle of white wine, or some cream, had been open, I might have used some.

Now, if you are planning to eat the chicken pie straight away, add your bits of cooked chicken, adjust the seasoning and carry on. If you want to eat the pie later on, and keep it in the fridge for a day or the freezer for a month, then you have to wait until the sauce is cold before you add the chicken, and the pastry top. We had the pickings from a supermarket chicken and veg tray bake we were given (that's another story) which had three little drumsticks and two thighs.

Pastry; I like using suet pastry - it is the easiest ever to make. For the four of us, to cover a shallow dish a bit smaller than an A4 piece of paper, I used six ounces of self raising flour, 3 ounces of Atora suet, a good pinch of salt, some grindings of black pepper and a tablespoon of mixed dried herbs. You want the pastry to taste good! Mix this lot up in a bowl, and then I added 5 handfuls of cold water - I've got small hands, remember. What I do is let the cold tap run, and then fill up my hand and throw the water into the bowl. It might be an idea to use less water at first, and see how you get on. The idea is to mix it all together, lightly, don't squish it, until it forms a ball which isn't too tacky.

I floured a chopping board with SR flour, and gently worked the pastry into a rectangle the same size as my dish, like you would pull and push a pizza base.

Tip the filling into the dish, top with the pastry (I managed to go "floop" with the board and the lid landed perfectly in place). Push the edges of the pastry against the sides of the dish, and tuck any excess down inside as well. You could do the brush with egg or milk bit, to make it shiny, but I just made a couple of holes on the top, placed the whole thing on a baking tray (sometimes the filling climbs out of the dish and then makes a mess of the bottom of the oven) and baked it for 30 mins.

I didn't bother with potatoes as the suet crust is very filling.

If I'd known that Number 1 son wanted me to blog the recipe, I'd have taken a picture of the very pretty pie before I dished it up. Here is BB's portion on his plate.

 
 There were no leftovers.

Friday, 23 May 2014

Friday 23rd May - Cast ne'er a clout til May is out

Last night we put the blanket back on the bed - after a few sunny, summery days it has gone back to feeling like early spring again.

As dusk fell, huge black clouds were piling up towards the south, and there had been heavy, thunderous showers in the afternoon.

Today was cold - I eventually added a thick jumper to the layers that I was already wearing because I couldn't get warm. I went upstairs after lunch to snooze and read my book, and a cold wind was blowing straight across the room into my face from a small window in the corner.

That is, until about 4pm this afternoon - I got up ready to teach a piano student, and the sun was out, and I was too warm, and needed to open a window to let some fresh air into the room...


a few days ago
The first rose buds have already opened and gone over

 
today



















The garden is bathed in sunshine (but still a little bit cold for sitting out). It looks ok from a distance.



A few Christmases ago I was given some poinsettias in rather pretty glittery containers. I have found them to be perfect for protecting my lettuces from slugs and snails. I just put the tub with the baby lettuce plants on the upturned containers and those marauding molluscs are defeated.

 
 
 The glass frame to the right of the lettuces is my "cold frame" - actually the window that fell out of the back of the shed, leant up against the house wall. "That's going in the skip as soon as we get one" remarked BB when he realised what was going on... he's got a point.

 
When we lived in Indonesia and Singapore, you could set your watch and your calendar by the weather. The same thing happened at more or less the same time in the same season. A friend had a visitor from Peru last month (NOT Paddington Bear). The visitor was constantly amazed that we could have so many different weather events, and temperatures, in the same day, and was totally unaccustomed to changing what you wore - adding and removing extra layers of clothing as the day progressed.
 
 
It fascinates me going into town at this time of year, seeing people wearing everything from full winter coats, hats and scarves, to shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops. I have been wearing cropped trousers, t-shirt, cotton cardigan and sandals all week, until today (jeans, socks, thermal vest, thick cotton overshirt, guernsey-knit cardigan).
 
 
Oh well. It will soon be what I call "frittata weather", when we sit under the apple tree at the bottom of the garden eating frittata, salad, olives, and drinking wine, and watching the bees in the flower beds. Back in 2012 that was 27th May. And last year, not until June,  after we got back from our stay at Dover Castle.
 
Now there's a thing. We stayed there for a weekend at the end of May last year, and I don't think I mentioned it on this blog at all. Mysterious. But can be explained by the fact that there was no internet signal at all there. It was a good weekend anyway, and I'm glad to have been reminded of it.

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Wednesday 21st May - Getting so much done - why?

It's that time of year again.

Writing school reports.

This can only be faced with regular top-ups of "proper coffee" from the "proper coffee machine" - any other kind just doesn't do it.



I've made a pact with myself to get another class load of reports written this morning before I go off to start teaching (in half an hour) and so far I have written three letters, done some preparation for the reports and had a cup of proper coffee.


Those are my very rough notes under the coffee cup.

Now I am blogging instead of writing reports. Still, the to-do list is getting dealt with nicely, as a sort of avoidance strategy for doing what I am supposed to be doing. All sorts of odd jobs, and horrible housework jobs are getting tidied up.

 I high-light the jobs as I finish them, using a different colour each day. That means the list becomes a riot of colour as I get through it. I find that it looks so much more encouraging, rather than blackly crossing things off.



Right. About those reports. I've got to go in 24 minutes - the clock is ticking....... and the deadline for completion is TOMORROW!!!!!

Monday, 19 May 2014

Monday 19th May - Goodness has its rewards - photographs

This early rising lark is getting a bit ridiculous.

I didn't get up when I woke at 12:30am - all I had to do was remove the knitted headphones that had made my ears hot and I was soon asleep again.

And I stayed in bed when I woke again at 4:30 - just lay there, listening to the dawn chorus and thinking determinedly pleasant thoughts about how lovely (instead of How Noisy) the birds sounded. This also seemed to work.

However, come 6:30, that was that. So up, and breakfast, and the "got to get things done" bug took over. By the time we sat down for elevenses (at 9:30) we had (that's BB and I) hoovered the whole of downstairs, properly cleaned the sitting room rug which acts as crumb, dust and cat-hair magnet, washed the French windows which has been blighting my view of the garden for the last little while, and tidied up the kitchen a bit.

However, all this activity comes with its own rewards; I discovered an unopened packet of chocolate biscuits which had slipped down behind the breadbin, and also Christmas present which had hidden itself away under the settee.

It turned out to be lovely notelets (I am always writing letters so get through vast quantities of notelets and postcards). The first one will be a belated thankyou letter.

The day didn't stop there; the crock pot has been loaded with food, and the washing machine has been loaded with clothes, and the dishwasher emptied and loaded with dishes.


He has been working flat out in the garden, filling the "brown bin" with grass cuttings, brambles and weeds. Actually, he's got the use of the neighbour's brown bin, as our own one was filled with brambles and weeds and grass cuttings last week.


Another binful
BEFORE - that bramble has grown about six feet taller
since this picture was taken















After


















It is astonishing how much better I feel when some of these on-going tasks get done. Finding chocolate biscuits and Christmas presents along the way is a real bonus.

Sunday, 18 May 2014

Sunday 18th May - Be Nice?!? - photographs

Ok, not a photograph, but it took a bit of effort to get it up onto the page;

I've had this quotation on the desktop of my laptop computer for a year now - since Lent 2013.
I have coloured it pink and chosen a cury-wurly font especially for this post.
 
Don't  be yourself.  Be someone a little nicer
 
Mignon McLaughlin 1913 - 1983


Because, as of this evening, I have deleted it off my desktop.

I have decided that I am neither curly-wurly nor pink.


Here's my new inspirational quote for the rest of this year...

I am what I am what I am. (Popeye 1933)




Saturday, 17 May 2014

Saturday 17th May - Tea - photographs

It's a bit of a standing joke with us - me, BestBeloved, Son and Daughter, that we hadn't managed to all have tea in this particular tea shop together. Various combinations of us have indulged, but not all four at the same time.



Well, with one thing and another it's been a bruising couple of weeks - I'm not going into details - but the immediate crisis with BB's side of the family has been resolved for the time being, and BB and I had a Day of Rest today.

For me, that meant going back to bed with a book to snooze and read and doze for the morning, and for him it meant gently surfing the internet. Then we went into the town for lunch (at Wagamama - yum yum), browsed round the shops, splurged on a couple of magazines, and finally tea and cake at the favourite tea shop.

As usual, all you can see of my cake (strawberry frangipani tart) is a few crumbs. He had a raspberry pavlova which he said was excellent.


Then round and round and round waitrose, and home again. We can't do this toooo often, but it was a wonderfully restorative day.

Thursday, 15 May 2014

Thursday 15th May - photograph


I took this picture at Wisley RHS gardens some years ago.

I've no idea what plant it is.

It has no inner meaning, so special significance for me. Today I beyond philosophising, communicating, discoursing upon the near and far, seen and unseen, big and small mysteries that come and go as day follows night and so on.

To tell you the truth, I'm just putting the picture here there to fill the space and provide a post for today. And because it is weird and wonderful. Like life, the world and the universe.

 
 
Good night. Sleep well.

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

Wednesday 14th May - An Acceptable Gift

I saw this box of assorted sticky notes in a bookshop today and knew someone could probably use them at the moment...


His time-manager was briefly retired when he retired at the end of March, but is now back in service as we deal with various family events, and he also project manages the planned (and necessary!) refurbishments for our house...

It did make him laugh. Just as well!

Wednesday 14th May - Rosebuds? - photograph

gather ye rosebuds whilst in May....    misquoting Herrick





To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time

Robert Herrick, 1591 - 1674
 
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
   Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 
   The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
   And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
   When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
   Times still succeed the former. 

Then be not coy, but use your time,
   And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
   You may forever tarry.



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Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Tuesday 13th May - Sunset - photograph

We have had the most beautiful pale pink-and-blue-and-grey sunset sky, visible from our sitting room window, looking towards the North West.



And a brighter, silver and gold and duck-egg-blue sunset, visible from our west-facing dining room window. Something along these lines, but alive and vivid. My mobile phone camera really doesn't have much of a hope at capturing what I can see.



Watching the sky was a huge solace during the long months following my mother's stroke, back in October 2012. It  was a great source of - not sure what, exactly. Space. Peace, Breadth. Perspective.

I remember last year, when I was nearing the end of a course of cyclophosphamide treatment, and beginning to feel quite tired and run down, all I wanted was to be driven somewhere where I could sit in a warm, sheltered spot, and look at a wide, expansive view, of sky, or sea, or even better, both at the same time.

Right now, that's what I feel in need of. Space, Peace, Breadth, Perspective.

It's because my diary, from now until the beginning of August, has suddenly become crammed with a whole load of dates. There are routine hospital appointments and blood tests, and dates when we need to do things for my family, and dates and times when we need to do things for Best Beloved's family.
Not to mention the way that the Summer Term teaching always gets disrupted by SATS tests, schools trips, Inset days and Sports Days, so that I am continually altering and updating my calendar. (And I also need to remember that they want the school music reports completed before half term if possible).

It will be OK once I get my head around all the dates and events and deadlines. It's this interim state, when I'm still not clear in my mind about everything, that I get anxious that I will miss a crucial deadline, or appointment.

So, what shall I do? Just look at the sky, and breathe. See, feeling better already!     

Monday, 12 May 2014

Monday 12th May - photograph - Moving in soon

It is finished. Just before the rain came too.


The little wheely thing is a garden trolley which I thought was a complete waste of space and money when he turned up with it a few years ago. I was Soooooo wrong. Everyone should have one.

This morning was good; sunny weather, croissants for breakfast, helping construct the shed, making cake, bulk cooking for the freezer. Full of useful, fulfilling, pleasant things.

This afternoon was tougher; teaching theory to a small group of tired eleven-year-olds (SATS tests have begun) and then giving my diaphragm a full workout making myself heard in a class of forty children who were irritatingly chatty and - well - rude throughout their djembe lesson.

This evening was manic; family affairs on both sides demanding complete, full, careful attention at the same time. Not to mention music teaching in between telephone calls, and carefully constructed emails to be sent out before 5pm.

That shed is looking surprisingly attractive. It's about the right size for me. Put in a little bed, cushions, duvets, some books, a camping lantern...

I'm moving in tomorrow. 

Sunday 11th May - photographs - De-Cluttering

The two little type trays I ordered came on Saturday, and I spent a happy hour or so filling them up with the little itty-bitties buried under layers of dust on this shelving unit;

 
(For Habitat afficiandos, we bought this unit, called "Tic-Tac" back in 1983. It was love at first sight. We were delighted to discover that it exactly fitted the gap beside the fire in this house).
 
 
Here are the two type trays; after 24 hours nothing has fallen down, so I reckon it will be OK. It was a bit of a determined struggle to make the daughter's watch stay on its ledge (lower unit, towards the top right).
 
 


I love the eclectic mixture of items; it reminds me of my grandmother's "curiosity cabinet" that she had in the corner of her dining room when she lived in Holcot. Some of the items come from that cabinet (the little Swiss china doll) and some come from the attic of the house in Bursledon. The two copper candlesticks (lower unit, top left) used to sit on the bookshelf outside my bedroom in Chalfont St Peter.

We now plan to buy (or make) a slightly larger scale version, deeper, for the china miniatures and other small ornaments which are still on the Tic-tac.

Saturday, 10 May 2014

Saturday 10th May - The Garage part 1 - photographs

When we moved into this house, 30 years ago, we were warned that the garage was suffering from osmosis and wouldn't last long.


It has held together through the intervening years, although the shed next to it is a rotten ruin. Maybe that is all down to the Russian vine we planted, to hide the ugly structure. Perhaps it was the paint, we applied to the surface of the concrete panels. Paint didn't seem to be sufficient to stop the doors  from rotting.



It's time has come; we plan to replace it with one of these;

Shire Bourne Log Cabin Range (28mm to 70mm Logs available)

A sort of semi-detached garden room with tool shed next door. There is no point in having a garage as the only car that one can drive alongside the house is a Smart or a Mini. We're just thankful to have off-road parking.

That should be easy. Knock down the garage and put this up on the same base.

Step 1; order one of these:

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Step 2; go back to the shop and arrange for a replacement because one panel and one metal construction piece are broken

Step 3; check replacement before delivery man disappears - yup ok.

Step 4; package up first faulty unit for collection next Wednesday. The bricks are holding the polythene down before we tape it, as it is very windy today.




Step 5; get out the strimmer and clear the bottom of the garden to make a place for it to go.

Step 6; weed and smooth the ground in the corner of the garden.



Step 7; redo the dog-proof wire fence along the bottom hedge.
Step 7.5 saw off some bits of the hedge so that the fence fits.

Step 8; It's started to rain. In a great hurry, clear up the extension cables and strimmer, gather up tin snips, pliers, saw, garden tools, fleece and rush indoors.

Step 9; Lug the broken shed indoors out of the wet and dump it in the hallway. It's only until Wednesday, after all.

Step 10; It' stopped raining. Take tin snips. wire, pliers, and finish the fence.

I think this a saga that will run for some time.

Meanwhile, we're stopping for lunch.


Friday, 9 May 2014

Friday 9tjh May - photograph - Friday Afternoons

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On Friday afternoons I teach the Junior Recorder Ensemble. They are mostly good little players, but we have just started a new piece. It is made more complex by having descant, descant harmony, treble and tenor recorder parts. Eventually the children will reach a consensus on the notes, and Offenbach's Galop and Can-Can will emerge from the shrill shrieking that fills the music room between 12:40 and 1:10.

That is followed by the year 6 samba band. Enough said. It is only lesson three of the term. Plenty of room for improvement yet.

The comes the year 4/5 recorder ensemble. These children have had either 5 terms, or 8 terms, of recorder lessons and some are still fuzzy over reading the first three notes. They were shocked when I told them how many lessons they had received (assuming 10 lessons per term on average, you can do the maths). However most have grasped the basics and so there were some brief moments of tunefulness.

Finally, three groups of year 3 children, now embarking upon their third term of lessons. This lot are all managing to read the first three notes, and we are slowly and noisily, heading towards something that may eventually become Old MacDonald had a Farm.

I stagger home, reeling under the assault of so much sound, to work on a Debussy Arabesque with one piano pupil, and a slow jazz piece with another piano pupil.

That's it for the week.

Don't talk to me. Not yet. My ears have had enough for one day. They need a little time, some sherry, some peace and quiet to recover.

Thursday, 8 May 2014

Thursday 8th May - photographs - rain

I was going to upload this photograph today, from Warren Street Underground Station in London.



The mazy/labyrinth idea fits with life at the moment, as events twist and uncoil around us. I was on my way up to the Royal Free Hospital - all that way, catching the 6:50 am, that's IN THE MORNING, train, in order to have a blood test. A BLOOD TEST! Yup, that's all they wanted to do, but because it is for the drug trial, and the drug trial has entered its final phase, I can't have it done at the local hospital, but have to get it done in London. At least they reimburse my rail fare (but not lost earnings grr grr).

But then, on the bus on the way back, I saw all these Boris Bikes, dripping gently in the relentless English Spring Weather.



The song "I'm cycling in the rain, I'm cycling in the rain, what a wonderful feeling, I'm soaking again..." suddenly wedged itself into my head and got stuck.

I got off the bus in the Charing Cross Road, for a mooch around Foyles and some lunch there. (Three books and one CD - and the books were all in the 75% sale so wasn't as financially ruinous as it might have been). At the bus stop to catch the bus back to the railway station, I say the picture that HAD to be the one for the day:





The poor little Hoover, abandoned, left out in the cold and wet.

It did have a telephone helpline number on the front. I seriously considered calling, to see if anyone would come and help it, but thought that it would only cause confusion at some call centre in Islamabad or Newcastle.


So I'm afraid I left it there, in the rain, all by itself.






Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Wednesday 7th May - Photographs - Sleeping, like the cat




Number One Son took the picture of the Downstairs Cat (does posting a photograph of a photograph count for the photographic challenge?). It is on the mantelpiece with some friends.

Yesterday and today have been overwhelmingly sleepy days. I managed to produce some kind of a sparkle in the class music lessons yesterday, but today's were definitely low-energy performances.

I even had a little doze in the car, not while driving, I hasten to add, but at lunchtime, after eating my sandwiches in a quiet layby at the top end of the lane over the reservoirs. Birdsong. Sun. Hardly any traffic. Gentle murmur of the radio (Beethoven Romance for violin, as it turned out).

Oh yes. Birdsong. This could be the reason for the sleepiness. I have heard altogether TOO MUCH of the Dawn Chorus in the past few mornings. I don't know who, or what, wakes me at 5am in the morning but I would much prefer to be asleep at that time. At least the birds provide a little company and entertainment while I try and get back to sleep again!

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

Tuesday 6th May - Photograph

I have ordered two "type trays" - the wooden divided shelves that used to be used for storing the  metal letters used by printers. I plan to put them on the wall and fill them with all the little itty-bitties that are invisible beneath a shroud of dust.

These things.




And these are some more.

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Sunday, 4 May 2014

Sunday 4th May - Photographs

My Christmas cactus, this morning;

 

I thought you got Christmas cacti which flowered at - you've guessed it, Christmas, and Easter ones which flowered at Easter. This one had flowers in November, but was finished by December, and has now just missed Easter. Maybe it's name is Mary.

Saturday 3rd May 2014 - Catch up Photos

This should have been posted yesterday. What happened there!

Number One Son has set a general challenge to people who follow his blog; to post a photograph everyday through May.

I might just have a go at this; but will need to put up three photos today to catch up.

So, here goes;

3rd May


  The view across the lake at Sheffield Park, East Sussex, this afternoon. Now, if I had brought some kind of free-standing hammock with me, it would have been lovely just have a little rest and enjoy the view...


http://www.timeout.com/london/restaurants/le-chandelier
Redstone Garden Hammock and Stand (Lounger/Swing Chair)            

with afternoon tea set out on a little table beside me. (I don't think the last two pictures count to the challenge as I have just snicked them from the internet)

2nd May

Here's a doodle (that I did earlier - I didn't actually create any PICTURES, only SOUNDS/MUSIC/NOISE on 1st and 2nd May)


It's a tree. I drew it on my phone using Picasso. The app. Not the artist.

1st May

I'm taking pictures of flowers that I would like to have in our garden once we have sorted it out enough to plant anything. Dicentra, or Dutchman's Trousers, or Bleeding Hearts. I love them, especially these pink-and-white ones, and also the ones that are plain white.



Not sure why you can't read the label properly - it's fine on my phone. Its says Dicentra spectabilis (syn. Lamprocampnos spectabilis). Now you know.


Sunday 4th May - Blame the Book

It's all because we bought this wonderful, amazing, coffee-table book. Here's the back cover:

 
 
Here's the front cover:



Now do you see why it had to be bought? It's one of the few books that makes me laugh out loud.

Unfortunately it has made me acutely aware of the cluttered, dis-organised state of our house. This morning I cracked, and started re-arranging the worst bookshelf. This was highly inconvenient for the rest of the family but I couldn't co-exist with the muddle of cassettes (we don't have a cassette player any more), CDs, books, jigsaws, boxes-which-used-to-contain-something, any more. Not for ONE SINGLE MNUTE. He gave a heavy sigh and cleared a space for me to work in.

Result; one carrier bag full of cassettes, which will probably have to be dumped as no-one takes them any more. Another twenty books to go to charity; they can join the 150 or so books that we sorted out last week. That's much better.

 
It's a start, and has made me feel much calmer. There's still a lot to do before I can emulate the examples in the book. Like this one, for instance.