And now it’s September. We have been seizing the day or making the most of a flurry of staycation activity.
It has been a period of incessant activity. Juliet’s birthday, Lammastide and another glorious full moon came and went. Barely
Jane Austen is a regular preoccupation. Though not a complete Janiac, quotes and phrases from her novels do pop into
Life is different, but the 'old normal' shows no sign of returning yet. A steady flow of visitors has been
Today the chaps have been taking down one of the tipi frames in the yard. We’re going to leave one
A friend sent me a picture of the boys making hay a year ago. There was no pandemic, no furlough
I mentioned gluten-free pizza. Finding the perfect flour for a gluten-free pizza dough has taken a long time. But the
Ennio Morricone, conductor, composer and trumpet-player, died yesterday. Amongst a long career of achievements he wrote the scores to over
So, the five-mile-limit will be dropped from Monday in Wales. Since this started I’ve only done one trip beyond this
‘It’s worse than Christmas,’ said the postie. Several building/DIY related parcels arrived for the husband and a gift for me.
The headlines have been proclaiming it’s back to school in Wales. This is an over-statement. The eldest small went back
There is a hole in the conservatory. One of the windows broke last night. It’s been a mostly grey day
Miss Baxter climbed on my keyboard yesterday afternoon. I pushed her off and she fell asleep on my mouse mat,
George the cat seemed confused. Outside the pizza wagon, on the conservatory windowsill, in the yard, up in the vegetable
All four smalls were here yesterday morning; the mother of two of them was doing university work, but the parents