Ok..  One of my friends posted this on facebook today and I thought I would like to share it with you all.  Mainly because it says pretty much most of what I believe in.

So please watch it and tell me what you think and remember..

“The economist says more for you, is less for me. The lover knows more for you, is more for me too.”

Love you people 🙂





Outside it is doing its darndest to snow and inside I am hiding away from the world – for its own sake I might add.

I awoke this morning psychopathically  hormonial (my word).  I discovered the psychopathic part when I attempted to cash a NZ fifty dollar note firstly at the post office and then at the bank.  Mr T had unthinkingly buggered off to work with all the finances and as it is market day I thought to exchange my Christmas money for real money and buy some necessaries and maybe the odd unnecessary. It had taken quite a lot of effort to get myself out the door and I had promised myself an almond croissant from the french bakers stall for being a good girl.

Blood arose in front of my eyes as the pleasant lady behind the counter told me that there is nowhere in Hay that will cash the note and that I would need to go to Hereford – an hours bus trip away……….  FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!  FUCKETY, FUCKETY FUCK!!

So I went home

For tea and cake and crochet

And not to deal with this, which is difficult in a room this small..

And then a very kind person sent me this

and this

Until next time – aint life grand?

For Fans of Father Ted..

There were things my Mother did to me when I was a child which were just plain wrong.  She made me wear home made jeans, eat brawn (jellied pigs head for the uninitiated) and gave me a Beatles haircut before the school social when I was twelve saying I looked ‘very nice’ when in fact I looked like a complete gomer.   BUT and it is a very big but, she never, ever,  even suggested that me and my brother sing in a band with her – can you imagine?  Something even worse than this???

Fry, Squares, Bread and a Laugh..

As some of you may know, I make my own bread.  Well, I have been taking a few weeks off the bread making lately and eating the shop type and what a load of blah it is.  Sorry – but it’s true, I have paid for my laziness.

I got back into it yesterday and made a couple of loaves consisting of whole meal, oats, pumpkin seeds and sunflower seeds.   OMGoddess – how good it was.  I had it today for lunch –  toasted bread, a fat, warm tomato straight from the plant, with a garlic and avocado dressing, sheeit!  A little bit of heaven.. (if I say so myself :-))

It feels like time is starting to speed up now, probably because Mr T is so busy doing lots of chimneys and I am doing the usual, except now I am office person as well, the weeks are starting to flick by. The start of packing looms..

I have seven squares done for my scarf and am frustrated that I haven’t done more.  There is so much I want to make, and so many free patterns on the net to choose from.  I am getting ahead of myself a bit..

Another wonderful discovery this week – the British programme Q.I. has started on Prime.  It is probably my most favourite programme in the world and has one of my most favourite humans on it – Stephan Fry.  Knowledge stuff, comedy stuff and rude stuff all in one go – what’s not to like?

Talking about comedy, thought you might enjoy this little video.  Like the man says, it is very much a British thing the old Out Out.  And I am looking forward to doing it.

Granny Squares and Fluffy Brains..

I have spent the morning at our craft group learning how to crochet granny squares.  I got the urge to learn when I saw some neat, tiny, colourful,  granny squares turned into brooches – and loved them.

So I turned up to the group this morning, armed with wool, a crochet hook and a hopeful look and almost immediately someone volunteered to teach me.  They put me to shame really – I am so impatient teaching anyone except the most quick on the up take.   Michelle was very patient with me and I pretended to understand most of what she was talking about.  I got on alright and came away with a little green square that I am most proud of, although it is a bit wobbley.

At home I found a damn good How Too video on the net and am using it every time I forget what the hell I do next, which is quite often because I have a fluffy brain.

I am off on the train this afternoon to visit my Mum for a few days so will have lots of time to practise the crochet while we talk – what fun..

See you in the soup 🙂

The BeeGees, Shakespeare and Cream..

First off – Happy Lammas!  The festival of first fruits – all those ffffffffffs..

The 2nd of February marks Lammas/Lughnasadh which is the first of the harvest celebrations  but like another important day on the wheel of the year (Sowein/Halloween) it also happens to be the birthday of someone close to me.  Sometimes I get swept up in one and need to mark the other another day.

Feel me now as bountiful Mother. I am fertility and creativity, I am the abundance of life. I create and nurture all being. My golden cloak is the ripening grain. Pause a moment whenever you eat. Feel my Presence…

Image by Wendy Andrew


Instead of seeing the rug being pulled out from under us, we can learn to dance on a shifting carpet. Thomas Crum


Bloody Hell it’s good being home again.  I don’t realise how much I love my own space until I go away – even for one night.

The journey down to Wellington on the train was trouble-free – mainly thanks to my trusty Sony mp3 player, it saves me oodles of grief.  Usually the trip is pretty quiet but this time I was trapped in the same carriage with a woman who, if I’m going to be kind about it, liked the sound of her own voice and several shriekey teenage girls in school uniform.  Not feeling obliged to listen to others noise I simply plugged myself in and grooved away to the dulcet tones of the BeeGees in full disco flow.  I then sat comfortably by myself the entire journey – occasionally wondering how the Brothers Gibb could have thought that singing falsetto would ever be considered manly – even if you do have lots of body hair, medallions and tight, tight trousers.  With my mp3 player on random I got to listen to 60’s band Cream and am now a fan.

My Mum enjoyed her trip out for dinner at the Parrot and Jigger for her birthday.  My brother, sister-in-law and one of my nephews came along as well and it was good to be able to have a family celebration without the usual mass of dishes to clean up after.  My brother had to finish packing to leave at 5.30am to guard the Prime Minister at Waitangi so we had an early  night.

It looks like the weather has finally decided it will be summer for awhile.  We are going to see Shakespeare’s Merry Wives of Windsor at Gladstone Vineyard on Friday evening so will be taking a sun hat.


See you soon…

Have just had a wonderful time at craft group, learning how to make folded rose brooches out of old blanket strips.   Sounds weird but looks great,  Lisa who makes them for sale sold heaps at the craft stall in the weekend..

I am off now down to my Mums for three days.  Going to do stuff like wash her house down and paint her deck. Should be fun.  Then we will be off into Wellington to rummage the shops and drink coffee – and see exhibitions of course, I am looking forward to seeing the Yayoi Kusama one in particular at City Gallery.  I may get to catch up with my friend Kate as well.

Thought I would leave you this little video to cheer you up while I am gone, I know you will be so sad, sob, sob, LOL!

Apparently the guy who fell was not hurt, but fancy the camera man just standing there!