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A Snowy Tale, a Train Ride and a Bus.

When I was 20, oh so many years ago, myself and three friends decided to spend Christmas holidays in Scotland. But not just any part of Scotland. Oh no. We choose to stay in Fort William, which is the town right next to Ben Nevis, which is the Highest Mountain / peak in the British Isles (U.K.) We traveled by train as two of us worked for the railways and got free travel passes. It took us quite a long time but we happily enjoyed the journey, particularly as only I had been to Scotland before. They were all hoping for snow and I was hoping for Scottish whiskey. Anyways, our holiday was mostly uneventful – pizza for Christmas dinner, too many awful films on...

A Little Black Dress for the Garden

Every woman knows (and a lot of men) that a clothing closet is not complete without at least one Little Black Dress (LBD) in it. Why? Because that’s what we are told. Just kidding… It’s to do with being able to use that one item of clothing for any occasion. Add a fancy pair of shoes and necklace and it’s evening wear; add a throw or wrap for day-wear; flat shoes and sensible ear-rings and you have work-wear; etc. etc. A couple of years ago I remember hearing that every woman actually needed a little orange dress. A season later and the LBD was back and even more important than ever. Not that I know anything about fashion. I’ve been wearing the same style of...

For a Perfect Wedding Photo use a Brown Wicker Bench with Foot Stool

There is a ‘lovely’ photograph of me, thankfully in a box in my parents roof space, sitting on a bench with my sister at my Grandma’s second wedding. The reason why it is so ‘delightful’ is that we had the sun glaring into our eyes and everyone was telling us to look up and smile. This did not, however, have any effect. Nor did the bride of extra ice-cream. Our faces were firmly fixed – one in a scowl and the other in a grimace. Why would we be so on such a happy day… Why indeed? The reason is that we were sitting on something that I like to call ‘Sick Bench Syndrome’. I’m sure you know what I mean. This tired old piece...

Balcony Sunshade in Pale Blue (Or a Story About Invention)

Necessity is the Mother of Invention Once upon a time not so long ago, an old man and his older wife were sat on their balcony enjoying the sunshine. Except that the sun was oh so bright that every day, after only ten minutes, they would shuffle back inside to avoid the glare. “What we need,” says she “is a sun-shade.” “Right ho” says he and he shuffles out the apartment, down the four flights of stairs, along the highway for a mile and to the store. “We want a sun shade as it’s too hot to sit out on the balcony.” The salesman rubbed his chin, and disappeared to the back of his shop. After much muttering, clattering and the occasional grunt, the salesman...

Recycled Plastic Porch Swing

I have just spent a pleasant three nights decorating my 11 year old son’s bedroom while he was away with my parents. We did warn him that this would happen so it wasn’t a huge surprise when he got home, and we even told him what color we were using. Although maybe we missed a chance there… “Hey son, welcome home – look I’ve painted your room. You do like pink don’t you?” Mind you he’s so laid back that he wouldn’t have reacted too much. Especially as anything is better than the purple he’s been living with since we moved here 5 years ago. “Don’t worry son – we’ll be moving soon. This is just a short term let…” I’m always confused by the...

How to Stop the Point Sinking In

If you want to avoid my waffle, and get straight to the point (pun intended) click below to view some up-side-down coasters to spread the weight a little on your lawn. Many years ago I got to be bridesmaid to my sister. I remember this day for one thing… shoes. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am not a ‘shoe’ person. I have two pairs – both comfy. One for outside and one for inside. End of! The Wedding It was the first time that I had worn shoes with a heel, or at least those tiny stiletto heels. Personally I would have preferred deck shoes but because we all had to look the same, we all had to have the same...

Death by Sun-Lounger

Everyone has certain memories of childhood that they always remember. One of mine is my grandma, who lived next door, sat in her small veranda in her sun-lounger. A box under the footrest where the cats slept to keep her company. She would sit, and watch our yard and into our kitchen… and drive my mum mad. But that’s a whole ‘nother story. So imagine how thrilled I was when my Grandma gave me her beloved sun-lounger when I got my first place with a small garden. How she must have loved me to give me this oh-so-special chair. That was until I tried it. It had two positions – upright like an old fashioned school ma’am was shouting at you, or perfectly flat if...

Multi Purpose Patio

Family life, well any life of co-existing, involves a lot of sharing – of space, of stuff, of conversation time. For example – sharing who has the remote control to pick the next TV program, sharing the bathroom (don’t get me started on that disaster… ok, as you ask) There are 3 rules to using the bathroom… SHARE – others need it too so don’t hog the mirror or have a three hour shower CARE – clean up, tidy up, respect the space USER BEWARE – Ideal world when care has been done, but with kids… need I say more. Digression over There are lots of things in the house that need sharing. Due to the size of our not very big patio (she laughs…...

Flashback to the ’70s

I was a child of the early ’70s. My parents were terribly sensible for their age group, but my distant Aunt was very fashionable and I suspect a ’60s reject! Obviously, my parents did not approve! She lived on the side of a steep hill and ran a pony trekking center. To get to her house it was always a terrifying ordeal for me. First we had the crowded and stuffy hour long car journey along twisting roads; Then we had to climb the lane past the protective killer geese; Meander our way through the pony yard. Being only waist height at the time I was close to their clattering hooves. And closer still to their teeth and tails… never mind their you-know-whats; When we...

The dreaded picnic season is upon us

Lots of bags to pack and carry, lots of sandwiches and sausage rolls, fizzy drinks and cold flasks of coffee. (Maybe I make it wrong – mine is hot when I leave home…) Then the hunt for the perfect spot. To sit at a wobbly half-rotten wooden picnic table with the fixed on benches. Looking at a view that is not quite the one you wanted. And you forgot the plates, cutlery, cups or _____ (insert object of choice). Then you have to time it so that you all sit down together – otherwise when Grandad sits this side, Baby Joe goes a-flying from the other-side. (Not saying Grandad is big or anything, just that Baby Joe might be small. Little. Wisp-like if you will…)...