Monday, 26 November 2012

who would have thought it...

Facebook informs me (I didn't enquire) that 6,038,255 people like food.




I write this in homage to that bloke who has a serious(ly) problem with adverbs in the new cooking show on More4.  It's called Spice something or other and I was watching it to avoid the Xfactor last night.

I am sure Enthusiastic Spice is a very pleasant young man and I read his cookery column in the Torygraph on Saturdays but, dear me, every other word with a 'ly' on the end.  Did no-one notice in any of the rehearsals/ all????

Sunday, 25 November 2012

rivers deep...

There was quite a gathering at the bridge today.  There were iphones and camcorders and proper cameras pointed at the scene above.  The sight of our 'show field' dressed up as a wide, fast-flowing torrenty river was one to see and I'm pleased we ventured out with our neighbours to have a look but the whole thing makes me angsty.

I didn't like the dramatic change to our gentle landscape.  I didn't like the noise the thousands of gallons of water made sleusching under the bridge.  I didn't like the idea of the damage that water was doing to the bridge that we take for granted.  A few months ago, J & E were in tractor tyres bobbing down here in a raft-race.  I wasn't happy then and they were in three feet of water. 

Let's hope the sun comes out soon - here in our little corner of Wiltshire and in the places more badly affected by this weather.

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

'tis pity she is a hoarder

These are the (mostly) empty notebooks and diaries that I have collected over the last few years.  I have a problem.  It's not serious enough to get me on the telly but, dearie me, I need to do something.  In my defence I haven't bought ALL of these books.  There are gifts in there and also books that needed a home.  This, however, is the tip of an exceedingly large iceberg.  There are collections of yarn, fabric, paper, stationery (do I count books?) around our house and they have all been gathered by me.  There is no-one else to blame. 

I could say I'm going to have yet another sort out, another clear out, another tidy up.  That's not going to happen - certainly not before next summer but I have made a small start, clearing out my inbox and unsubscribing to the daily barrage of emails from online retailers, grocers and insurance salespeople.  I've spent a very satisfying half an hour deleting myself from their communication lists.

I don't want their incessant cries of 'buy me, buy me' popping up before my very eyes.  I just don't have the bandwidth.  I am going to strip my inbox of all un-necessary communication - especially the ones from Paperchase.