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Where do you put your Coffee?

It’s only the beginning of week two of the holidays and already I’m starting to need just five minutes to escape. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my boys with a passion that is quite scary… but, by golly somedays… Today was a someday. And even though they were both playing so beautifully together, and yet apart, I just got that school holidays claustrophobic feeling. You know the feeling… That need to breath my own air (not helped by junior having beans for dinner), that need to think an adult thought or two (like what’s for dinner, what’s on TV tonight, what happened in the book I was reading), that need to sit in absolute silence without even hearing the sound of anyone else...

Big Tents

Every couple of years or so, my mum will decide to have a ‘bit of a do’ and invite close family and more distant family over for a buffet meal, chat, coffee, etc. which will always be held in the garden. She tends to do these on years when the garden is looking particularly lovely, and when the roses are smelling sweet and the grass is at its greenest. And why not, I say. Anyhows, part of this routine involves dad erecting some kind of giant sun-shade over the trestle tables to keep the sun off the diners. In truth it usually serves to keep off the rain, or protect people from the falling acorns thrown by the rather angry squirrels that live in the...

That Tune Just gets Under your Skin

Do you ever find yourself stuck with a tune going round and round in your head? Don’t know why I asked, really, because I know you do. And it’s usually one of the following. The last song you hear before you leave the house; The annoying one off an advert; The one your husband sings in the shower; The one where someone says a word and your crazy brain finds out a song that has that word in it and… you’re doomed. The worst thing is… It’s always, without fail, the worst song ever. Nothing that you would actually ever confess to liking. And it just Won’t go AWAY! I’ve been looking at garden chairs, and in particular swing seats and rocking chairs a lot...

Snug as a Bug in a Whole Heap of Clutter

Have you ever noticed how you grow into any space you have? When I first left home I lived in a one room bedsit and it was snug. Yep – Snug! That word describes it although ‘cluttered’ would probably work as well. I left there for a teeny tiny flat, which allowed me to have a few more bits of furniture – like a display cupboard so my treasures and china and books could be on show. After only a short while though the flat, too, got full. ok, OK… cluttered. And so it has continued, throughout my 18 house moves in 12 years (Yes – I like change. And hate cleaning – house dirty equals move house. Sorted.) I digress… So, every time I...

When you Rock and he Rolls

Any relationship is going to have it’s areas of uneven ground… and that special close relationship is not going to be any different. Take husband and I. We spent five years actively hating and annoying each other before we got married. We live together, raise kids together, and, well, there’s NO WAY we will work together. We are both always right – and we both always do things in a very different way. (At least HE thinks we are both always right! I know that one of us is always wrong – know what I mean girls?) So how are we different? I have an idea, jump into it, flap about, make loads of mistakes and (in a rare moment of honesty here) it’s not...

I Traveled 10,754 Miles Just to see a Tree – and it was Dead!

I Traveled 10,754 Miles Just to see a Tree – and it was Dead!

Ok, so maybe I did a few other things as well during 6 weeks in Australasia, but seeing a 4,000 year old tree was one of the things I remember vividly, and with affection, when I visited Tasmania. I remember it vividly for a lot of things… For the day-long bus ride from Hobart to Strahan; For the 2 nights in a rather fancy villa on a hill – alone; For the 2 hour winding river cruise there (and 2 hours back); For the gnats and midges and sweaty sub-tropical forest heat; For the 30 minute walk (each way) along a raised twisting boardwalk above the flooded forest floor between tree roots and branches; For the fact that no-one had bothered to tell me that...

Garden Travel Sickness

It is said that ‘Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but doesn’t get you anywhere.’ Now I understand the idea and theory BUT as a lover of rocking chairs I hate this saying. It gives us rockers a bad name – like no rocker has ever had bad press sometime. Why is it so necessary to always be ‘going somewhere’ anyway? After all, surely one of the greatest joys of this thing called life is to sit still a while (or as still as you can while rocking) and take time to smell the roses, or lilacs, or orchids… If you can’t enjoy the now then what’s the point. OK, so people get a bit stereo-type about rocking chairs,...

Fairies at the Bottom of the Garden

There are fairies at the bottom of my garden. Well no, not really, that’s a total lie. But there could be… I can, however, tell you exactly what is at the bottom of my garden (in the loosest possible use of the word “garden”) as I can see the debris from where I sit and write. If you are interested it is… A lilac tree that is half dead, with branches that are exactly at smack you in the head height; An upturned wheelbarrow over a bag of five year old compost which was once the home of a hedgehog, but who had the sense to move out last year; Several broken pieces of concrete road slabs, scattered ‘artistically’ to give the impression of a...

Ten Green Bottles Went to Mow a Meadow

There are certain songs that become ingrained in your head at different times – perhaps acting as theme tunes to the stages of life. I’m currently at that glorious stage of life where my theme tune is either Wheels on the bus or Ten Green Bottles. Joy. Sheer, true joy. Could be worse I suppose – with my elder son it was ‘Ten men went to mow, went to mow a meadow’. Once, on a very long car journey, we sang down the song from ‘fifty’ to ‘one’ man and his dog. As home came into view, I breathed a sigh of relief whilst trying to control the twitch in my left eye which had started several miles back at 24 men and his dog....

Selling a Dream

I have realized it’s all a con. Garden furniture is sold by selling a dream. A make believe. Now I may not have bought the furniture but I know that I’ve bought into the dream. And you know what? I’m glad I have. Let me explain… I recently spotted a wonderful looking swing chair thing for sale and the picture looked amazing. Lady relaxing, reading, chilling. Living the life of blissful peace. And then I gets a thinking… If I had one (and it is now number 1 on my Birthday present list) then when would I actually use it? When would I chill out, relax, enjoy the tranquil beauty of being at one with the world of being busy doing nothing? I kept thinking...