April

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Our life is getting a tad more crowded than we had planned for 2017 to be at this stage. So one way of winding down has been to make things; stuff that can be used, handled, held and considered as my days unfold. A new purse was called for as the previous one finally gave up and this wool kinda called out to me from the bottom of a charity shop box. And there was a question over the solitary earring….. they look quite good together, i think?

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I’m a tactile kinda person, there is no earthly use my having a diary online… dear me no, got to be able to hold it in my hands. So earlier on in the year i arrived early for a course, settled myself in a cosy armchair, with a good view, decent cup of tea, pair of scissors, sellotape for covering the final object, glue and a pile of magazines and freebies. The end result is pleasing ( well for me anyway!),  has started many conversations and ensures that i am where i ought to be with + with the correct clobber…..

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Slowly, I’m reclaiming the small things about living which bring pleasure and simplicity. Working with my hands, both for pleasure and also for necessity in work, is bringing a degree of peace …..and dare i say it, tranquility too.

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In other areas of life the home smells of tea tree oil, is draped about with drying washing and the dog paw bled all over the living room floor this week, shortly after the cat threw up over the kitchenish area…….

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In this anonymous space i can say……

….that i have just shrunk two, woollen, long, gorgeous jumpers that my beloved husband bought back (this week) from his travels in the south of our country.

 

In my defence……(slight)…..tiredness played a part.

 

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So

Am i cross?

Upset?

Amused?

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Those emotions (as yet unidentified) are galloping around my entire body!

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October

Ate what really was the very last of our wild strawberries 🙂

Hauled most of the plants o-u-t of our front garden soil and into pots- tidying that little patch up until it looks Suitably Suburban and actually not like something that is to do with me at all……

Walked the hound until he stopped and asked to go home again!

Forgot to make jam.

 

[That last one can be sorted later, the fruit is in the freezer &  local blackberry bushes are all done and dusted. Time for sticky work surfaces another day…….]

Today really was a day for sitting in the sunshine and sieving soil, a time and a space to be comfortable and to have my hands in compost ….that i have nurtured! OK. The nails could look  better but then again, acrylics are not really my thing ( to put it mildly….) so that’s ok. The front now looks uncomfortably not like my garden! But this needs to happen. And the only way to get from where we are now….to where we want to be….is to sort our home and sort the garden ….and at some point in time……..decide what to do next.

 

  • There is another grandchild to be introduced to, this must happen and soon.
  • Am taking a few days out this week , long overdue.
  • Old friends are resurfacing, just like the yummy autumnal mushrooms that are also appearing all over the place. Other friends are moving. So a totally new address book calleth
  • Work requires a certain ’embedding’

 

In short……my roots are being distinctly loosened.

 

 

 

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We’ve eaten outdoors lots this year……this was maybe my favourite meal  🙂

 

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overpaid tax….and some

Returning to work, flexi time, is suiting me….generally speaking….and all is kinda OK. The availability of shifts is sporadic at the moment, but the again it usually is during the summer holidays + everything does take a bit of time to pick up as we drift into autumn.

I’ve been here before, many times, in various incarnations; i know how it works.

It remains a very real pleasure to go into child care settings and work alongside the regulars, discovering and exploring together with the little ones. Nothing much to beat a hefty lump of play dough, or a heap of sand…..

 

Only this time i discover that i am paying tax.

Which means that the P45 hasn’t been actioned.

And now the tax office details that i’ve been given, doesn’t exist either.

 

The joys of constant reorganisation.

The delights of striving for excellence.

The deep desire to …oh i don’t know….(breathe deeply…..)….

 

i feel the pain of my boss who went to look for the tax office details on the side of his computer, only to realise with a sickening thud that ‘we don’t do it that way anymore’

No indeed

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Observations from a place some call rough:

* Everyone chats, i mean….Everyone. Couldn’t even get five paces down the first street without exchanging chit chat. Love it.

* People who speak English as a second or third language appeared to be out in force today, clearing up the pavement outside their own homes and sweeping up and binning the leaves further  on down the road.

* Houses and their tiny gardens/ yards/ ginnels are getting smartened up. Seriously so.

* No one verbally harasses folk round there any more. It makes a lovely, fabulous, gloriously wonderful change and one that was celebrated with a nice cup of tea when i got home.

*  Being able to buy a book for 25p is great, esp when there’s heaps of choice.

* Official street sweepers are good to see once more.

* So are official folk clearing up flytipping.

 

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