Homebuilding.........

Over the last few weeks we have watched a robin (2 robins?) build a nest in the hedge in front of our sitting room. Over the last few days there has been constant activity, with a robin flying in and out of the hedge, disappearing deep into it, then re-emerging, over and over again, seemingly for hours on end. In, out, in, out, sometimes with berries in its mouth. Tonight, unable to resist, my mister waited until the robin was in a nearby bush and then he peeked in.....a number of babies! I do hope that this very very quick peep into the nest doesn't mean he has tainted it in some way......the robin has been backwards and forwards so I hope all is well. How lovely to see such activity.....babies...life...nature.

Nicked from Cro....

If you could have (although I suspect some of you already do....you know who you are) a number of properties wherever you liked in the world, where would they be?

I think I may seem greedy here but my wish list could be quite long.

A house with land in Rutland.
A house in Northumberland.
A flat in London.
A flat in Edinburgh.
A coastal house in Wales.
A house with a pool somewhere warm.....not sure where yet.
A house in Denmark.
A house in Ireland.

I read once that someone very very rich had duplicated every item of clothing or car or book or painting or whatever that they liked and had one in each of their homes..so they just travelled between them with no luggage. I understand the idea, but it seems a bit impersonal, a bit Hotel-ish.
In reality I would like each home to be a reflection of where it was and how I felt when I was there so they would all be decorated differently. In each home I would need ......... a good bed, with space and light in all the rooms, internet access, and enough room to feel that you could breathe and walk about without sidestepping furniture or squeezing past stuff due to lack of room. And lots of cashmere throws....I don't like to be cold.
Oh dear...I wish I hadn't started this little exercise........I'm forgetting to be grateful for what I do have.
What about you? where would you have a home?

Sweetpea......

This was last year......

and today will be the first time I haven't been able to kiss you and say 'warm as toast, twice as tasty'......

have a lovely day and evening....

we will ring you later....

x

Enough is as good as a feast..........

A breezy, blustery Brighton.....sunshine, walks, doughuts on the pier. We had a splendid day.
Dinner in Rye and then back to the folks in Whitstable, as after all it was Pa's birthday, and all of us being together was really the way to go.

This was when I should have changed direction...........

At one point in my life I was living with my parents, I was young, had no commitments and although not University educated, was not without some intelligence....no direction or thought past what outfit to wear or hairstyle to try, but, had I decided upon a path to follow I suspect I would have trodden well.
My pa did not like me being rudderless and so one Friday I was informed that he had found me a job and I was starting work the following Monday. No ifs buts or maybes.
Monday morning came and I started work. A job. Not an opportunity that I grasped or the beginning of a career. A job. I paid no attention and just looked forward to the little brown envelope at the end of every week. An opportunity wasted. And I did it all by myself.
In the computer room (back when a computer was the size of a room) of a large factory.
I worked with these....

Yes.

I am that old.

Not standing up to my Pa is something I regret....I should have moved out and given real thought to whatever it was I wanted to do with my life.

I do not blame him......he was, in his eyes, being helpful in finding me employment.

Yet I do remember feeling that I had relinquished any sense of finding my own way, I had given in to just doing what I was told.

Folded.

With no fight or argument.

I had let myself down.

All. Night. Long.

Cough.
Tickle in throat.
Try to suppress tickle.
Cough.

Repeat.

All. Night. Long.

I'm just wondering....

I'm curious about something with regard to blogging.
Bear with me 'cos I know I am a bit slow with regard to technology and using t'internet.
This is how I blog.....log in/read my favourites /post comments/reply to comments etc., all on my laptop.
If I comment on a post then I check back to see if there has been a response......and if I receive a comment
then I reply to it. Is this what others do? I do suspect I am being a bit ocd about revisiting posts/comments.
Life is too short sometimes isn't it? so a little while ago I wrote that I was looking for a 'go to' phrase or comment that I would post as an acknowledgement that I had visited/read but didn't have time to write something.
27. My go-to number.
If I have something to say and the time to say it then fine...if not I shall just post '27'.
Not sure that this would be acceptable behaviour really though.....you (all my smashing readers/authors) are perhaps thinking that a quick '27' is not acceptable..........(ooh crikey - that could mean something else in other circles couldn't it?).
Can you have a think and let me know.....................
pause
Am I just going to get a lot of numbers as a response to this?
Also I am so full of cold my chest hurts now ....nose blowing and feeling like your head is underwater and wearing no makeup means that I am not a pretty sight......this post may be only slightly less boring than
whatever your personal most boring thing is - but I am not firing on all cylinders. 
 Peace and love and enjoy your bank holiday weekend.