Soaking Sunday.

Braved the rain in the morning (had to, K was panicking about the food situation and the fact that she had nothing for packed lunch on Tuesday) so we set off during a slight lull in the downpour. Still ended up wet through though. After dinner, I caught up with the recordings I had made on my new PVR and generally slouched around the place.  As soon as we have packed the shopping away, K is back in her pyjamas before you can say ‘Jack Robinson’ so she was slouching around as well. In fact, she had a sleep after dinner. (Hmm. I must remember to get her thyroid checked at the doctors.) She does seem to do a lot of sleeping these days.

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Sunshine Saturday.

Despite the forecast of rain, we were very lucky on Saturday for our walk along the canal (again!) with C.R.E.W. I swear that I will soon know every blade of grass, every narrow boat, every duck and every fisherman’s name before much longer. Although it had been spitting as we exited the flat, it stayed dry all the walk and we actually kept seeing some sunshine breaking through. We were supposedly going to have dinner in the Black Horse, but K and I got our own way and we ended up in the Railway Inn at Mirfield. We love that pub for it was there where we were first introduced to Stowell’s White Zinfandel which has become our firm favourite. It beats any other make into fits in our opinion.

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Fantastic Friday!

We’ve had some really good news! I’ve been awarded the Carer’s grant and so we will be going to Cayton Bay (lot’s of lovely reminiscing for me!) for a few days, staying in a mobile home. I shall of course be taking my camera with me, hopefully we’ll manage to fit in a day in Whitby (want to see the Abbey ruins) and I’ll take lot’s and lot’s of photos.

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Hmm. That wine looks like a bottle of white zinfandel.

We are both really really excited. Its ages ago since we had a holiday and stayed in a mobile home.

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Sorry I haven’t been posting to my blog, been rather busy with other things.

Sausage less Sunday.

This week to spare my readers having to endure the pain of having to read through my usual load of drivel, or worse, my rants and raves about the most mundane subjects I can come up with, I intend to have a ‘picture a day’ week instead. Prompted by the fact that I shall hopefully be rather busy with something else this week,  this idea is to save me the bother of racking my brains trying to find something entertaining to post about, or wandering out the flat in order to hopefully have some exciting incident occur right in front of my eyes, or be involved in some awe inspiring adventure to keep my two readers glued to reading this blog. Each picture will either consist of a photograph taken of some feature of that particular day that hopefully sums the day up without any extra text having to be applied in order to explain it. You’ll get the picture I hope. (pun intended.)

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Sunshine Saturday.

After being left on my own following K’s departure for a shopping spree with her Dad, I decided not to waste the first day of summer sunshine we have experienced since June and go on a walk. A photo shoot walk. After all, when better to take one’s camera with you than when the sun is shining and all the colours look so bright and shiny?  Besides which, being in the sun makes me feel so much better about the world. I feel happier, sunnier, warmer, brighter and far more able to cope with the trials and tribulations that life has a tendency to throw at you now and again. Setting off by walking through the cemetery might not at first appear such a bright idea seeing as I will no doubt be permanently housed there at some point in the near future, but it is a shortcut to where I had decided to begin my walk, and strangely enough was fairly busy this morning full of other people deciding to do exactly the same thing.

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Fed up Friday.

This morning I have been forced to listen for the hundredth time (and watch via YouTube) the opening song to Mr Ed.  sigh. So as its Friday and  I don’t see why I should end the working week (for those who work) suffering alone, here is the offending video. (I’m beginning to regret these horse riding lessons!) She says that she can remember watching Mr Ed on the television as a young girl.  Next she’s be pestering me to send off for a CD of Mr Ed songs. Either that, or a DVD of his old programs.  I bet anything that she is expecting the horses at the riding school to talk back to her.

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