Nourish yourself first

A couple of days ago I heard a great snippet of information. Apparently, when the band 10cc made their track ‘I’m not in love’, they didn’t know what an enormous hit it would be, but they did realise that they had made a pretty great song. So they used to lie on the floor, in…

Booky books

As requested, by the long distance person who is allowed to demand anything she likes as long as she promises to one day tell me the secrets of the unheated basement apartment, here are my latest book recommendations. I still have not been able to read any fiction, which is most annoying, but I think…

Random photos post

Just to prove that my fingers can still move across a keyboard, briefly… As previously mentioned, I recently discovered that trainee midwives use knitted breasts as lactation training tools for new mothers and, being a knitter myself, I made some for the friend of The Kid who has bravely and selflessly begun such training. I…

Mists and mellow…

Traditionally (I believe) Spring is the season of new beginnings and fresh starts, but for me it is the Autumn that brings those things. Cold, clean air that is moved along by gusts full of orange leaves is easier to breath. Bright sunlight that illuminates without overheating is easier to see with. Walking home during…

(Be warned…) Let’s get ready to RAMBLE!

As the title suggest this may well not be my most coherent post, apologies in advance. In fact, if properly strung together sentences with double checked spelling and grammar are your thing you might want to back away now. I may have mentioned before that I have suffered significant periods of insomnia for most of…

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…

Horses!

Afters blogging about the picture I made to commemorate my beloved Toby Dog (here) I got a hand wave from across the water from Virtual Brush Box with the irresistable offer of horsey photos to doodle from. This was the starting point for how I thought this latest arty fart would turn out. How wrong…

Music festivals…the dreaming of sleep edition

Part two of my music festival ramblings is about where to sleep. Before I started going to music festivals I had just assumed that everyone brought their own tents and camped in the mud. I’ve seen all those images of people wading through churned up fields of ooze and that was one of the reasons…