I keep my blog as a personal record of what I'm up to, which might be seen as working towards "An elegant sufficiency, content, retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, ease and alternate labour, useful life"

I'm certainly not there yet.  There is quite some way to go!

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Sunday
Feb172008

Help please?

I am trying really, really hard to post photographs to my 365 blog from my Nokia N95 phone. Blogger tells me it's possible, and I've read all the (limited) help files with no success.

I'd really appreciate any suggestions from someone who's been there, done that.

Sunday
Feb172008

A bit later than everyone else


We work on a different timescale here and long after everyone else has read and raved about The Memory Keepers Daughter, it's the choice of my book group this week.
I find that I am resistant to the Richard and Judy* tide and far from encouraging me to read the titles with that sticker on the front, it actually puts me off. Can I be the only one who has no wish to be a packrat?
*I used the Wikipedia link to R & J because their own site is one of those annoying ones which won't let you go back. Not only that, the "bookclub" page is a sales site. I don't think they need my help in getting more business, do you?


Anyway, I spent much of yesterday engrossed in it and can only say if you haven't, you should.

Saturday
Feb162008

In the early morning garden


It's been a really chilly start to the day, a hard frost and our heating went on the blink yesterday. We were slow to get up as a result and as I dressed, I looked out of the window to see one of our fox friends taking a drink from the edge of the pond.


He teetered over the frozen surface until there was a sudden crack and in he fell! Poor thing had such a shock - that icy water must have made him jump! He scrabbled to the edge, leapt out and gave a hefty shake before running off.


What a wake up!


Our heating is now sorted - we'd been in Birmingham last night for a concert and when we got home, we thought it unusually chilly. For some reason the boiler had not fired up but fortunately my clever husband knew which knob to twiddle.

Wednesday
Feb132008

Home again

Though Brighton was fun, it wasn't quite like this.
It was more like this.


We enjoyed our stay, the Textile Treasures were great and received the same marvellous reception as previously. All in all, everything went according to plan.

The hotel wasn't that great, but let's move on.

It's good to be home, catch up on things and find time to read, knit and be creative.

I might even do some ironing later.

Life is getting back to normal.

Monday
Feb042008

We are in Brighton


We drove to Brighton yesterday, for a couple of relaxing days before I begin my Textile Treasures responsibilities again on Wednesday. We stopped for lunch in King Alfred's city of Winchester, which was fascinating if bitterly cold. I especially loved the
medieval tiles in the cathedral and took many, many photographs of them, of course. A guide was happy to chat about the memorial to Jane Austen and the magnificently reconstructed west window
and we were more than happy to stand and learn more.

We arrived at our hotel in Brighton to find the heating in our room had broken, so we tried our best to keep warm with a fan heater and electric radiator. The wind whistled and the shutters rattled however...Brighton seafront in February is a bleak place, believe me.

We wrapped up and went for a walk to get our bearings before snuggling in for the night after dinner and a mojito or two.

This morning, we had blue sky so went out along the prom first thing. Not many people about but some great rusty railings!


This afternoon, we really enjoyed a visit to
The Royal Pavilion and had planned to take in the Art Gallery too - but sadly, it was closed for a refurb. Bad timing. Never mind. Lunch at Bills was fun though, and since the sun had shone for most of the day, we counted ourselves lucky and came back to face the toughest challenge of the day...where to eat dinner.