Category Archives: Bumpkinsville
Graduation!
Six weeks ago I started a beginners running course. Me: the three legged donkey who refuses to run In public because people tend to laugh. I never really believed I would get further than the 30 seconds running, 30 seconds … Continue reading
Neighbours and pants
I love Pog Towers – it’s just the right size for me and Norman Cat. We just aren’t too keen on the neighbours. We have quite bad neighbour issues on one side of noise, children picking my flowers, their rubbish in my garden… I could … Continue reading
No story here
It’s not often I don’t have much to say. I’m known as the one who talks the most at my beginners running course (I was reassured by some lovely people in the group that it’s ok; someone needs to be … Continue reading
A smiley long weekend
Lots of things made me smile and in some cases laugh like a loon this weekend. I can only assume it was hysteria brought on by having three days out of the office (I do love a Bank holiday) and … Continue reading
An open letter to thermostat person
Dear person in charge of the UK thermostat, Are you having a laugh? It is the end of April and it might as well be February. Us British already talk too much about the weather – I’m crocheting a temperature … Continue reading
Dragons and uneven stripes
When I crochet I like things to be symetrical. This doesn’t aways work, especialy if I’m making up the pattern but the intention at least, is that things should match. At the end of last year Sister 2 saw this on … Continue reading
Michelin Pog
Most of the people in my office are at an event in the US this week. That meant that I got to work from home yesterday and today and this has many benefits: I get an extra few hours in … Continue reading
It’s a teeny tiny world
I went to a party last night. It proved to me that the word really is teeny tiny. The party was for nearly neighbour’s partner. The first time I met him a few years back I realised I already knew … Continue reading
A Little Pea and Me day out. And a couple of disasters
Disaster number 1: telling Sister 1 you will be at her house, a good 20 minutes away, by 9.30am and waking up at 9.11am. Note: just because you’re late and have to put make up on when you get there, … Continue reading
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