Wonky and I used to party and dance into the wee small hours and beyond ... I was at art school in my early 40s and I had standards to keep up ... I kept going until the younger ones had dropped and then I’d be up in the morning to make massed breakfasts of scrambled eggs on toast for hungover students 🤪👨🍳. Can’t do it now tho ... I’m out of practice ... that’s the only reason 😉
early start in the morning so night night all ... sweet dreams 😴 🐑🐑🐑
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Just watched Beechgrove Fairy ....you’re right about that segment - completely unintellgible to a soft southerner 😫......but she had a great garden 😀😀😀
Completely unintelligible to me too! I hardly noticed her garden - couldn't take my eyes off her hair.... Bodyuard is something else. You'd certainly know it was written by Jed Mercurio. He must think - ' They all know about I take no prisoners in Line of Duty, so I really need to up the game with this'.
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
We got back to Dordogne on Thursday 30th, been another busy week. The move went very well, the removal men were great. We unpacked a lot of boxes, haven't finished yet, painted half the sitting room (lots of edges because of beams in the walls and inglenook fireplace), haven't painted the bedroom yet, and I transplanted all my rockery plants from the rockery bank into a bed in the new cottage which was full of yellow lamium that I dug up. Didn't have phone or Internet as it won't be fixed until we next go in September.
Started back on Wednesday, stayed night in a fairly awful, expensive motorway hotel on route. Friday I did the shopping for the charity church BBQ that I was hosting, marinated the chicken and made salads in the afternoon, BBQ yesterday, fewer people than usual, 27, actually better and easier.
Today 2 friends from the gardening club were opening their gardens near Hautefort so we went to see them, taking our friends from the village. Lots of tea and cake but the hot, dry summer had taken its toll.
Too many pages to read in the August thread. Any important news? I saw Yvie's daughter is expecting any minute. I will be a Granny again in about 6 months.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Whew! I’m worn out just reading all of your activities. Don’t know how you do it.
Hubby and I did some cleaning up in the garden yesterday afternoon since it was a lovely mild sunny day. The trailer is full ready to take to the tip next weekend.😀😀 Mostly pruning and shaping a Grevillea and the attacking the Red Hot Pokers. The last is because I’m too scared to do that when the snakes emerge from their winter hideaways. Can’t see them behing the leaves and dead stems
Im looking forward to our Crusades talk this morning, which reminds me, I’d better get a move on. Don’t want to be late for the first session.
Glad the move went well Lizzie - good that you managed to take some of your plants with you to the new place. And congrats on impending grandchild .....is that number 12?
Wonder if Pat has finished Crusading yet ?
Work beckons - think most schools go back midweek, so will savour the last easy driving days, before the madness starts all over again 😳
We’re home from out first Crusades session Chicky. Was rather good. He has started with the Roman / Byzantine period and moved on to Vikings / Norman activities. Mostly Mediterranean area after that. There are 3 more weekly sessions to go. We have some homework to follow up, so I assume it will get more interesting as we go.
Morning all. @chicky the start of your "madness" = the end of ours. It's not been too bad this year with holiday let deliveries, or maybe I've just missed them. I missed a house yesterday and had to call the customer " I'm sorry but I think I may have driven past your house. Are you the house next to the church?" " Well that depends on which direction your travellling" Erm...... no it doesn't, it's either beside the church or it isn't. She was a total cow from the minute I arrived. She was talking to a man , I took to her her gardener as if he was a piece of scum. " don't bother taking off the "subs", I don't want them." "forgive me madam, but they're unlikely to be in a crate by themselves so I need to take the crates off to get everything else out" and so it went on.
I thought I'd go for a change of tack. " I do like your marble elephants: are they Indian?" " Yes , the are Indian" "We had a home in India for 7 years" It was like flicking a switch. No more was I the guy delivering her shopping, I was now in another league. Cow. The "gardener" turned out to be her husband. Talk about hen pecked. Poor sod.
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Wonky and I used to party and dance into the wee small hours and beyond ... I was at art school in my early 40s and I had standards to keep up ... I kept going until the younger ones had dropped and then I’d be up in the morning to make massed breakfasts of scrambled eggs on toast for hungover students 🤪👨🍳. Can’t do it now tho ... I’m out of practice ... that’s the only reason 😉
early start in the morning so night night all ... sweet dreams 😴 🐑🐑🐑
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
I hardly noticed her garden - couldn't take my eyes off her hair....
Bodyuard is something else. You'd certainly know it was written by Jed Mercurio. He must think - ' They all know about I take no prisoners in Line of Duty, so I really need to up the game with this'.
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Unusual role model .....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Hello all.
We got back to Dordogne on Thursday 30th, been another busy week. The move went very well, the removal men were great. We unpacked a lot of boxes, haven't finished yet, painted half the sitting room (lots of edges because of beams in the walls and inglenook fireplace), haven't painted the bedroom yet, and I transplanted all my rockery plants from the rockery bank into a bed in the new cottage which was full of yellow lamium that I dug up. Didn't have phone or Internet as it won't be fixed until we next go in September.
Started back on Wednesday, stayed night in a fairly awful, expensive motorway hotel on route. Friday I did the shopping for the charity church BBQ that I was hosting, marinated the chicken and made salads in the afternoon, BBQ yesterday, fewer people than usual, 27, actually better and easier.
Today 2 friends from the gardening club were opening their gardens near Hautefort so we went to see them, taking our friends from the village. Lots of tea and cake but the hot, dry summer had taken its toll.
Too many pages to read in the August thread. Any important news? I saw Yvie's daughter is expecting any minute. I will be a Granny again in about 6 months.
Hubby and I did some cleaning up in the garden yesterday afternoon since it was a lovely mild sunny day. The trailer is full ready to take to the tip next weekend.😀😀 Mostly pruning and shaping a Grevillea and the attacking the Red Hot Pokers. The last is because I’m too scared to do that when the snakes emerge from their winter hideaways. Can’t see them behing the leaves and dead stems
Im looking forward to our Crusades talk this morning, which reminds me, I’d better get a move on. Don’t want to be late for the first session.
Wonder if Pat has finished Crusading yet ?
Work beckons - think most schools go back midweek, so will savour the last easy driving days, before the madness starts all over again 😳
@chicky the start of your "madness" = the end of ours. It's not been too bad this year with holiday let deliveries, or maybe I've just missed them.
I missed a house yesterday and had to call the customer " I'm sorry but I think I may have driven past your house. Are you the house next to the church?"
" Well that depends on which direction your travellling"
Erm...... no it doesn't, it's either beside the church or it isn't.
She was a total cow from the minute I arrived.
She was talking to a man , I took to her her gardener as if he was a piece of scum.
" don't bother taking off the "subs", I don't want them."
"forgive me madam, but they're unlikely to be in a crate by themselves so I need to take the crates off to get everything else out" and so it went on.
I thought I'd go for a change of tack. " I do like your marble elephants: are they Indian?"
" Yes , the are Indian"
"We had a home in India for 7 years"
It was like flicking a switch. No more was I the guy delivering her shopping, I was now in another league. Cow.
The "gardener" turned out to be her husband. Talk about hen pecked. Poor sod.