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Wales 2014 189 (2)

Trying again!

Hoping that today the picture will load. It’s another Post Box for Jude.

Wales 2014 189 (2)

Maybe this should be regarded as an ‘ex’ post box, but it is now used as a delivery box! The house that it serves is over a mile down a narrow bumpy track high up a mountain in Snowdonia! When it was fully operational it served just two houses – each approximately a mile from this point.

A revisit

This is a true story.

Once upon a time there was a lady called Arabella (the name has been changed to protect the ‘innocent’). She was slim, elegant and well-coiffeured. She was the sort of lady that my grandmother would have said ‘had more money than sense’. Always the centre of attention she delighted in playing to her audience. If an entrance was to be made Arabella would know how to do it, and make sure that everyone saw. Her clothes were expensive, and always absolutely perfect for the occasion. Of course, she never wore the same thing twice unless the company was different. She was married to a man with a title, and it was for that exact reason that she had married him. It gave her a standing, albeit a fairly lowly one.
One evening there was a cocktail party. Arabella arrived on the arm of her companion. She wore the most exquisite little black dress. Silk and chiffon stitched to perfection. The neckline was not too low, and the length was not too short. Her heels were exactly the right height to compliment her escort, and her shining hair was tossed from side to side as she listened attentively to every word that was spoken to her. Arabella’s responses were perfect, she always knew exactly what to say and also when to laugh, her tinkling tones neither too loud nor too soft. As always her presence was perfection.
At some point during the evening there was a slight lull in the conversation. It was the moment for which Arabella had been waiting. She had an announcement to make and everyone must know.
‘I’ve decided to take up golf!’
The men in the room flocked to her side. Offers of all sorts were bandied about, there was no limit to the amount of time they were willing to devote to teaching her. The best sources of equipment were also offered, and all this knowing that ladies and men really don’t mix in golf clubs! Arabella spurned them all, no, she was ‘going to a Professional’. From this time on all gatherings took on a different perspective. Somehow the main subject was always ‘golf’! The tinkling laugh still made its appearance, the clothes continued to be perfect, but everyone had to know how things were going, and of course her ‘Professional’ was very pleased with her.
This continued for a good two years, and then it appeared that Arabella had become a little bored with golf, because a whole six months passed with no mention of the subject. Finally one of the men could stand it no longer. He asked the question that was on everyone’s lips.
‘How is the golf going, Arabella?’
‘Oh, it’s really exciting. My Professional is so pleased with me he has said that next week I can start practising with a ball.’
This was first published on nuvofelt.blogspot.com

Goodness! A post from ME!

Chittle Chattle is about chitchat! Or something like that, anyway. Recently, however, I have neither chitted or chatted. Well, today I have something to relate. It’s really to furthere explain the post that you will find here.

Just how mundane can it be?

A wooden spoon?

And one with a chewed end, to boot!

Well, needless to say – there is a story about this particular spoon, and I just hope that our daughter isn’t reading this post!

You see, once upon a time,  a few years ago now (when she was about 5 I should think) this spoon belonged to her! It was part of a cookery set that she was given for Christmas. We spent many happy hours baking cakes and mixing things – daughter with the above spoon, and me with one that was much bigger and more clumsy.

At this time we had two dogs.

One was beautifully behaved – never any bother and a good companion.

The other ……..

… let’s just say that she was boisterous! Full of life and vitality (she was several years younger that the one mentioned previously, by the way) but she chewed!

She chewed anything…..

… and everything!

One fateful day the beloved spoon above was stolen from its hiding place by said dog. Other items in the same hidey-hole were also ‘appropriated’ and destroyed beyond recognition. The spoon survived in its above state – but no more did we fancy using it for cooking :(

Sadly the dog expired. That is another story and not for today, however, the spoon remained, now safely in a drawer, out of sight, out of mind.

Daughter got married and left home! Two children came and went (in as much as they have now left home) and still the spoon lay in the drawer until……

I found it not so very long ago. It’s had another really good scrub and wash – and I’ve started using it again. My goodness me! It’s the perfect size for so many things, and SO comfortable to hold. Does daughter want it back? I don’t know – she doesn’t yet know that I have it. However, I will tell you one thing…….

SHE WILL HAVE TO FIGHT ME FOR IT!   :D

Playing the game – or not!

Blogging comes and goes. This blog, apart from Wordless Wednesday, has been somewhat neglected, but with good reason. I’m not about to apologise for a long break, or to explain it away – I just haven’t been inspired to write here.

Until today, that is…..

Half the problem has been my interpretation of extremely uninspiring prompts from WordPress. Specifically these probably relate to the Weekly Photo Challenge over the past few months. I’m sure the problem is with me and not WordPress, and maybe at some point I will be tempted to join in. I usually ignore the writing prompts. If I want to write I’ll just get on and do it – as I say, I haven’t felt inclined.

Today’s ‘writing‘ prompt, though, is different. It has ‘inspired’ this post because the subject fills me with total anathema!

I   H A T E   all board games. My ambition from the moment I sit down in front of one (which is sometimes impossible to avoid when GKs are present) is to lose within the first five minutes.

I   A L W A Y S   succeed, regardless of the rules.

No doubt I’ll bounce back – I love thinking laterally and that’s how I’ve always dealt with the challenges in the past. I’ll do my best, and just hope that tomorrow’s is a good one at last!

Help! I’m sure you know the answer

Well, friends, life goes on. Things are slowly improving here, but the emphasis is on the   s l o w l y . . .   Things seem to have changed with WordPress too. Am I right in thinking that there is no longer a ‘heads up’ when someone comments on / links to / or follows a blog? My settings haven’t changed – no time to see to that.

All input gratefully received with thanks in advance.

 

And there it was! Gone!

And so it went! One minute the bed was there.. the next it had gone, with occupant, to theatre. It was almost 6 hours before I saw it again.

A difficult op, lots more found than expected, but hopefully a good result – and now the long recovery of this part can begin. When I left the occupant was drinking tea and wired to all sorts of monitors and oxygen. I finally arrived home sometime before midnight and crashed into bed. It was a long day…..

 

 

Celebrating the Mundane – Blog Hop

It’s over a month since I’ve been here – and in fact my presence on the web has been severely reduced for a number of reasons. To be honest, the only thing I have been posting is the weekly blog hop. It suddenly occurred to me that you may not know about it, and that you might like to join in, so below is a copy and paste of what you will actually find here. I hope you will consider joining us – the more the merrier, as it were.

We all go through times of uncertainty in our lives. The last two months have been very unsettling at times as DH has been very ill, however there is hopefully and end in sight and things are now a little calmer. Next week, on this day, we will be preparing for him to return to hospital for an operation – what exactly will be done we won’t know until after the event, but we both have a sense of peace about the whole thing, and if all goes well he will be home within days.

This month has been irritating. Our internet signal has dropped continually – and this is really unusual. It would appear that it is due to our overhead wires, but they aren’t due for replacing any time soon, and cable is not an option. So on we go – and the peace and quiet has been wonderful! Maybe it was all planned! Of course I’m not seeing as much as I would like, but normality will return – and I’m sure people understand.

There is another little ‘mishap’ to report this week, though, and that has made me rather cross.

My camera has stopped working :(

It stopped working 2 days after the guarantee expired! I’m in negotiations. Thankfully, due to the memory card, I lost no pictures, but I have nothing other than my iPhone to capture my life until further notice, and that is not always a convenient tool.

Apart from accessing the internet, there are other things that ‘slide’ when life is not normal, and one of those I remembered to my cost. I take a daily medication – thyroxine. I take it religiously, but somehow it was one of the things that took backseat during the ‘traumas’. Sadly I completely forgot until I began to recognise symptoms that I had hoped to not revisit. I’m back into routine now, but they are important and mundane enough to be the subject of today’s picture.

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Taken this morning – with the iPhone

Hope you will join in. Mara and Rebekah are posting too. Don’t forget to link back to us, let’s CELEBRATE THE MUNDANE! Sometimes the things we take for granted are more important than you think.

Weekly Photo Challenge – Early Bird

This is just one of the things that I get up to before the early bird. By the time the early bird is up I’m often ready to go back to bed ;) Links for the challenge are below.

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More details of the challenge can be found here and an entry for Just Snaps is coming soon – and you may regard it as more appropriate!