June 23, 2012
Sometimes Sundays, Weekly Round Up
blogging, Book Reviews, Books, Garden, Me, people, reading, Stress, Weather, WIP, writing
I have decided I am deleting this entire week from my memory and going to move on pretending it never existed. It has been a shocker of a week where everything that could go wrong has.
The weather has been terrible what was my front lawn now just needs some pigs to wallow in it to complete the mud swamp look.
My back has been killing me and if I could jump am sure you would hear all the pills rattle.
I lost internet for a couple of days and spent ages patiently typing a blog into my phone yesterday only for it to come up error when I tried to send and the phone then decided to eat the post.
When I persuded my phone to let me on fb I discovered I had been reported and censored. It seems someone followed the link for my 100th post and reported me for sexual content. This was despite the fact that nothing of a sexual natured showed on the link on fb and I did warn anyone who would be offended not to read it.
Then yesterday morning I noticed someone had been in my garden and stolen the oblisque that my honeysuckle was climbing round. And to add insult to injury they damaged the plant although I hope that will recover.
I have over a hundred and fifty blogs still to catch up on I have been doing my best to read them on the phone but it is a pain at times so I fell way behind.
So you will understand that instead of a weekly round up I am deleting the whole week from memory and shall start again tomorrow from where I left off last Saturday.
April 4, 2012
Flights of Fancy, Tuesday Reflections
Garden, Memories, Snow, Weather
There is one big problem with living at the top of a hill here in the UK. One inch of snow and the world stops. Buses can no longer get up the hills and taxis refuse to try. So this morning I was not impressed by the smattering of snow outside. I have to get to work this afternoon. I rang up explaining my difficulties and did not get a sympathetic response. I can understand it after all they have a business to run. It is especially frustrating as a couple of years ago before my spinal problems began I could have easily walked to work and back.
The thing however that is most frustrating is they knew the snow was coming. In fact it was a day late so in theory they had extra time to prepare. I see pictures from fb friends around the world where a snowstorm resembles the ones from my childhood. White sheets of two foot deep snow cover everything yet they still manage to get about. I have to say no one could have fully predicted that after the week of glorious sunshine we have enjoyed that snow could follow. It makes no sense and this is April, the middle of spring, closer to summer than winter. But the weather men did say it was coming.
My desire to be more organised this year has now kicked me well and truly in the rear. The bedding plants I put in last week are now bowed under the weight of snow and any chance of the seeds I had hoped would yield a crop of fresh veg this year reduced significantly. My hopes of home grown beetroot roasted in a bucket on a fire in the garden or in the BBQ more or less gone.
At least it now appears while I have been writing that the sleet has melted most of the snow on the road. All being well I should be able to slid my way through the slush to the main road for a taxi if all else fails. Then I shall keep my fingers crossed no more snow arrives before I can get home tonight. Don’t get me wrong it’s not that I don’t like snow I do. I just prefer it now to look at through the window while curled up with a hot drink and a good book. Childhood memories of sledging drift back and I wish that I was physically capable to take my son to enjoy the same pleasures. However it is rare here we now get enough snow in one downfall to make it possible for the sledge to make it out of the cupboard. There will be the half hearted attempts at snowmen which will more resemble snow gnomes that will melt away before they have chance to grow. Maybe thats why i no longer enjoy the snow as I did when younger. There is not enough to relive those childhood memories and just enough to inconvience the adult me.