Farewell my friend..

Our lovely girl - and the last of the Cheese Hounds


She gave me so much comfort,  she was always there when I needed her and I just loved her so much.. my heart aches..

Smoked Fish and Wet Felt…

Hot and blowy today. We have been out walking the hound, visiting the charity shop (me), and drinking coffee at our favourite Cafe Bambino where we snaggled the leather sofas and immersed ourselves in the various foreign magazines supplied. The dog was not impressed because the local schools had the temerity to be using their field for sports day and she could not make full use of it – and then we tied her up outside the coffee shop which forced her to whine for the entire time. People, Bah!

She will be even more annoyed when she realises we are going out tonight and she is not.

My lovely husband is in the kitchen listening to Hancock’s Half Hour and making Smoked Fish, Broccoli and Tomato Pasta Salad to take with us this evening. I do love Tony Hancock.  The radio plays are inspired and the other characters so strong. The telly programmes are good to, I think the first one I saw was The Radio Ham in which Hancock is the only character seen. If you like British comedy and haven’t had the pleasure of Hancock yet, it’s worth looking out for.

I am going on a wet felting (as opposed to needle felting) craft course tomorrow evening. My friend Vicky is running it and it is about incorporating other fibres like silk,  into felt. Should be a really enjoyable and social evening as many of the people from our craft group will be there. Also it is being held at Cafe Bambino, which is a big space, and Caroline the lovely lady who owns Bambino is supplying food.

It has been a long time since I did any wet felting and I am hoping it will give me the impetus to make some shawls and scarves.

Tony Hancock. We have a giant poster of this in our hall.

Days of Pigs and Roses

…and I’m back

Spent the last couple of days visiting my Mum. Which is why I haven’t posted. No broadband connection you see, and as I have said before, dial up does my head in.

Got back on the train in time to have a coffee with my friend Evonne who calls in every Thursday after work. It was a lovely welcome home, as was being met at the station by Tude and then an over excited Polly who acts like she hasn’t seen me for years.

The roses in my garden have bloomed fragrantly and expansively in the 48 hours I have been away and the two tiny aubergines and a chilli that I planted by the back door have just completely disappeared.  It’s all happening…

It has been a year for canine losses – four dogs that I have known have died so far, two –  Bess and Sally in the last week. Very sad, good dogs all.

I’m not sure I could ever live without a dog but it is so hard when they get ill and die, especially when they have to be put down.  At least they have a fairly decent life span though, unlike the pet rats that I have had, that only live for a couple of years. I don’t think I will ever forget sobbing down the phone to the vet as my rat died on my lap. I don’t think the vet will either.

I would really like a miniature pig. I saw an article about them in today’s Guardian http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/nov/05/micro-pigs-pets-victoria-beckham They live for up to eighteen years and are seriously cute as well as being intelligent. Trouble is they are £700 – how can you spend so much money purchasing a companion animal when there are so many others desperately needing homes?

They are seriously cute though..

Taking Their Lives In Their Claws

We have some interesting creatures visiting our garden. They are around a lot more  now that Titch is no longer hanging about outside guarding the place. Not that she was a great guard dog, just a big old softie really. I once saw her lying at the top of the garden steps, when we were in the U.K., watching a couple of rats emerging from the garden next door to steal our birds bread. Titch stared at them intently, and I held my breath in anticipation of her erupting and chasing them out,  but she remained completely still. The rats hung around for a bit, then picked up their bread and ambled off.

The visitors we have at the moment are guinea fowl. They belong to a neighbour two houses up and were obviously well used to visiting our house before we moved in. Nether of us had seen this type of bird before so its been interesting.  They are quite noisy and most days, the male stands on his front fence and crows, he’s fun to watch. Unfortunately for them, Polly is not as passive as Titch and the other day she chased them. They flew up and the male landed on top of a cabbage tree, where he spent some time loudly scolding us.

Sneaky garden visitors
Sneaky garden visitors

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Remember The Glass Half Full

Back again and sorry for not posting yesterday. Was not in the mood really. You get days like that.

Many thanks to all of you that commented on the last post, we appreciate your good wishes. 🙂

Although it’s totally gorgeous outside today, little is getting done in our garden. This is because both T and I have colds. He is starting to come right, he thinks, after having over a week with it. Mine is just starting. I am hoping that my new smelly habit of eating a raw clove of garlic a day will help me get better sooner. Whatever – there has been a noticeable lack of vampires around here recently, and that’s got to be good.

I am SUPPOSED to be making felt necklaces. What I am ACTUALLY doing is sitting around in the sun, thumb up bum, reading books and generally feeling sorry for myself. My dog is dead, my head is stuffed with cold, and I can just feel the Mountain Of Things I Am Meant To Be Doing, slowly starting to tip towards me. Oh WOE!

Really, I am a sad git. All I have to do is bring myself back to where I am at the moment and realise that everything is actually fine and dandy. I am parked up on the sofa, with this piece of technical wizardry on my lap, writing to all you thousands five wonderful people out there in web land. I am sick, which is a fine excuse to do f-all, read lots of lovely books and generally have a jolly good rest. My dog may be dead, but she is not suffering anymore and we have had lots of good years with her. I have still got another rather cute hound, curled up on the sofa with me and if I was so inclined, I could get another, which I won’t, but I could.  The Mountain Of Things can be sorted into stuff/ projects I want to do, but which I can put off easily till I’m o.k. – and necessary evil stuff like house work, which can just go to hell.  So.  Sorted. I feel better now. 😉

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Vintage Weirdness for your delectation

Oh, The Horror!

Cheese hound report

Kind vet is supplying us with medication to try and stop Titch peeing inside. He still thinks that she may have cancer and says that the drugs might not work. We are going to give it a go anyway.  We know that she is possibly on her way out, and both of us feel a bit more calm about it. At least we will have more time with her.

and now for something completely different

If you are looking for something to brighten up your day a little, you couldn’t go far wrong than checking out a website whose subject just makes me go “I wish I’d thought of that”. Because we all have different taste in craft, and some people have A LOT STRANGER taste than you could possible imagine, I would like to introduce to you (if you haven’t already found this masterpiece already), Craftastrophe, http://craftastrophe.net/ a website devoted to some of the more INTERESTING craft offered for sale on line

This is a brooch
This is a brooch

This is from the listing:

A fun and whimsical broach that will add a unique flair to any outfit. Pannies Broaches are made from real fried eggs that are entirely encased in gloss to make them solid and wearable. They do not smell or leak or stain, don’t worry! The edges of the egg curl up, creating a sculptural and unexpected accessory.

What more could a girl want huh?

I also like this one:

It really is like something out of Alien
It really is like something out of Alien

And this one just made my day…

Yes my friends, its a dildo cozy - of the spagetti and meatball variety
Yes my friends, its a dildo cozy - of the spaghetti and meatball variety