Category Archives: Bumpkinsville
A litter tray shaped oops
On Sunday I leave Pog Towers for good – the house is (finally) nearly sold. Unfortunately, for a number of reasons, I’ve chosen to break the chain, so I wont be moving into my new house just yet. Hopefully that’s only … Continue reading
Packing observations
I started packing properly on Friday. So far I have learned: It doesn’t matter how much you have taken to charity shops or the tip in the last few months, you can still have way more shit than any one … Continue reading
Fires, fun and a few incidents
This weekend has been one of those of two halves – the grown up normal stuff and the Pog stuff. Friday night, Himself and I went to a pub in the next village along that I’ve been to once in the … Continue reading
The same but different
You may have noticed that I really love Bumpkinsville. The space, the greeness, the quiet (when the neighbours aren’t making enough nose for an entire town). I love that I can appreciate it all when I run or cycle rather … Continue reading
Cross bumpkinscountry
At about 8.10am this morning a memory appeared out of nowhere. It was a memory of watching some of my secondary school class set off in a PE lesson to do cross country. I thought they were mad. Why on … Continue reading
This week in makingness…
(Sorry, these things are all rather random and the day has been too long to wind them together in a better way, so in the style of ‘showing’ / ‘show and tell’ at primary school…) This week I’ve made: …Cherry Pie. … Continue reading
A bit of wondering
Sometimes you have to wonder about people. Even the people who are close to you. On Saturday, as I do most weekends at some point, I spoke to my friend The Lovely Nut on the phone. As is often the … Continue reading
Blue skies and smiles
When you have spent half of every weekend for the last five weeks sorting out all the crap in your house and driving huge quantities to the tip in preparation for moving on an unknown date, there’s not much better … Continue reading
Not quite the plan, but…
What do you do when you have spent 4 weeks preparing, 1 week mildly panicking, 24 hours properly panicking, then wake up at 4.45am thanks to the torrential rain, make it to the coach for 7am to go and run … Continue reading