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Twixmas
Blooming hate that word so it’s used ironically. But what a grand day we had yesterday, some pictures below.
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The Wrong Solstice
Happy shortest day, except it’s not, apparently, but as the fluctuations are in terms of seconds only, it’s hardly worth mentioning, apart from in terms of pedantry. Jings, it’s been ages since I posted anything and you would think there would be loads of chat but there is not, my brain is a bit empty…
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Devil the bit
Today turned out fine, clear and still, so we hopped over to Devilla Forest and found out a few things: the red squirrel trail was bereft of squirrels as such but has loads of fake ones there are many fungi I cannot shut up for more than 20 seconds Devilla means bad farm, in the…
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Nones et duo*
Just about through November, always a funny old month, what with the natural world shutting down and the peer pressure via the media to bankrupt your self in the name of love. We’ve been out with the Mincers a fair bit, and down to Berwick, and to Stirling, and at work, and there seems to…
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Sound and fury
It’s harder to write when you have nothing to say, that’s a fact. I shall fall back therefore on old faithful, things which make me cross, haven’t had a rant for ooh at least a week. First up and with no justification is the latest guest to come stumbling through the front door, clutching a…
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Degustation
Ah, foot cramp. Such an effective way of waking up, I really should market it. Just checked my last post, October 10th, crikey, we have been busy celebrating Mr Holmes’s significant birthday. As you might expect, there was a food theme here. We met John and Yvonne in Berwick, at Foxton‘s, and had lunch with…
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Discombobulated
Still with the handbag spam, pace previous, in which the grammar is appalling, even the French ones, and I always thought that with their penchant for reflexives they would do better. I was perusing the dictionary earlier, a dangerous pastime on a weekday morning, and noted that woomera is a real word, I had believed…
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The North, Circular
Affairs of the stomach much on my mind these days, so it was with rising interest that I noted a factoid from the appendices to one of my favourite books, The Poetry of Birds*. The noble bird the gannet derives its name from the Scottish word gant or gaunt which means to yawn by…
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not just me
Looking at clothing website, pretty item described as a Printed Snit. Google “Printed Snit”. Only page it shows up on is the one I am reviewing. Breathe sigh of relief.
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Futility
Now it’s Bank Holiday Monday and I’m doing anything rather than tackle the front garden. So, I have cleared out the spam from BTW. All of it was written in pictograms, therefore Chinese or Japanese. As it happens, I have immediate access to people who can translate both into English. But I would not ever,…