A gauntlet thrown down (gently, in a very blasé manner)

My friends in the kitchen – who, alarmingly, seem to have grown significantly in number – have challenged me to seven posts for seven days. I don’t normally do this sort of thing because I really don’t want writing, or this blog, to become a chore so I am aiming to write seven posts and…

Two out of Four

If you had asked me a couple of months ago what I would do with some unexpected free time then book reading would have been top of the list. That is not how it has worked out. What I have been doing instead is hate-watching bad films and telly whilst knitting what I am lovingly…

How the mind wanders

Having been inspired by todays post on Virtual Brush Box (here) I decided to spend some of my suddenly free time doing some arty-fart – specifically doodling a postcard to send to someone I would normally have seen at least three or four times in the past two weeks but because of the lockdown I…

Bored? Who’s bored? I’m not bored.

I don’t save toilet roll inners for a weird reason, I save them for a perfectly valid reason. With the ends folded over they become treat holders for an energetic puppy, but as I haven’t seen that gorgeous puppy (or her equally gorgeous owner) for a couple of weeks, they have now become my new…

Today’s bit of ridiculousness

“Damn those human smellologists – they have ruined me for all normal smells” uttered because a flower had the audacity to smell like…a flower (without hints of raspberry or burnt rubber).

Not perfect, but perfect

I mentioned the possibility of fresh bagels in my last post and fresh bagels were forthcoming. Sourdough bagels in fact. Not perfectly formed. Not perfectly browned. NOT perfectly Instagram-worthy. But delicious and perfect.

Hopes

The skies are a little more overcast here today so I’m not feeling as guilty about enjoying being indoors, particularly as I can see my small and much loved garden from the window. The camellia and magnolia I was worried about (both were in bud far too soon, in the middle of winter because we…

Just me?

In a ridiculous turn of events I woke up this morning feeling guilty for not feeling worse. How screwed up is that? The sun is shining and my little treasured garden is looking nice. People are listening to the pleas to protect our NHS workers and stay home (as far as I can tell from…

Tweaked perspective

Bath salts and body lotion have gained something of a bad reputation as things you buy people, usually women, when you can’t think of anything to give. But. When your hands are dry and sore because of constant washing after venturing even a little outside your house then hand creams become thoughtful, kind and much…