The end of the year is approaching, a little to quickly for my liking, surely it was only the other day we were wishing each other well with the New Year?

Resolutions... not sure why I bother, I never stick to them, some I never start!

So ...
1. Eat more healthily and try and shift some excess baggage.
2. Exercise more and try and shift some excess baggage
3. Write more,, or write. and shift some excess baggage.

stop procrastinating.

Get on and do it.

I'd also like to take up somesort of craft, not sure what, cross stitch or something similar to occupy my fingers and keep me away from Tweeting and Pinterst every evening!.

Happy new Year. Happy New You.
 

neglecting

Oh! way back in February I "committed" myself to blogging weekly.
and then didnt come back for 6 weeks.

I must try harder

think I read that on a school report once or twice.....

Blogging

I see I have neglected the blogging! I've not had any time (see previous posts)!!
Actually I've had loads of time, I've just spent that time doing other things
Tweeting - dont get me started!
Updating my Facebook status AND commenting and "liking" everyone else's status.
I've read and forwarded more "you will be rich if you email this to 10 friends in 10minutes" emails than I can count.. strangely I'm still not rich.... I blame that person somewhere in the chain who deletes them without reading them!!
Reading. I've read supernatural tales, laugh out aloud chick-lit, historical tales, classics, some books that when I've got tot he last page I've looked for the last chapter.. surely it doesnt end like THAT.
If I have time for all that, surely I can spare a few minutes to blog.
So today I'm making a commitment to blogging once a week.

So much for my "must blog more" resolution!

It's a Sunday. August Bank Holiday weekend. Town is bustling with holiday makers in pac-a-macs. The sun keeps making a cheeky appearance, gets us excited with plans of lying on the decking, sitting on the sandy beach and bbq for supper... and then it all goes dark and wet, again.

Thoughs of an afternoon curled up with book, laptop and some soppy made-for-tv-based-on-real-story film has been ruined by motorsport... ah well.... I may go and curl up in the silence of the spare bedroom instead. and watch those rain clouds tease the sunshine. Watch the motorhomes and caravans pull up the long hill in the distance. Be thankful that I am not on holiday wondering around town (most of which is closed on a Sunday).

100 word challenge

Around the table the adults sat in silence, the children giggled noisily, until Grandmother put down her fork “of course in my day the children would be in the growlery”

Husband took a large loud sigh. “Please Gran, don’t make up words!” he said looking at his 6 year old impressionable twins.

“Oh yes you’d like to start a brabble right here at the table!” she pointed her knife at him.

“Mother!” admonished my father-in-law, nodding his head towards the children.

“What?” she asked innocently. “this generation has foozled the English language beyond recognition” with that she took another mouthful.

Lucky to be alive

No this isnt a heroic tale of an escape from danger, overcoming a serious illness or accident, nor is it a story of a near-miss, if we'd been there two moments earlier/later....

The other day we had a team meeting in work followed by 9 of us changing our clothing for jeans and sweatshirts and waking boots and then went for a walk in the warm March late afternoon sun. We climbed up a hill, and then sat for a while, watching the sun slip down behind the ridge, heather and gorse not yet in their full glory waved it goodbye.   The only sound was birdsong. We challenged each other to pick out the nearest house, who could see a telegraph pole, a road, traffic, any other people.

At times like this I do feel lucky to be alive and live where I do. With the people who live here. Family, friends even work colleagues who share the same vision, the same feeling of being at peace and at the same time invigorating view that we had from our high vantage point.

Tea and the vicar.

“It is impolite to speak of people over dinner whom the others don’t know” my  mother in law said between bites.
I had been telling husband a little ancetode about someone we both knew, but his mother did not. I felt my wrists slapped.  She then proceeded to talk about people of whom I didn’t know, and more to the point didn’t care.
In fact she took to talking about people I didn’t know for the next 8 years. Yes, she didn’t just come to supper she lived with us, breathed the same air.

I felt the familiar shrug of my shoulders that I had now perfected so that I felt it but it didn’t show.

“Of course you should have the new vicar over one afternoon” I realised this surreal sentence was aimed at me.

“sorry?”

“the new vicar, in my day we’d have had him over already of course, but as you don’t even go to church.” this last part of the sentence was said in an accusing tone. You’d think to hear her I worshipped black magic, danced around bonfires and read out odd incantations at midnight.  The fact that I went to a chapel was far from the point. That didn’t count in mother in laws beliefs.

“does your friend still go to church?” my mind scrambled for who that friend might be, so answered with a safe “no, not now”.

“Shame, we could have asked her too. I suppose Jean could come”

“She doesn’t go to this church” - that was my husband's only contribution to the conversastion

“but at least Jean GOES to church” said mother in law again. I banged plates into the sink “and be careful with those plates!”

I wanted to swing around and say “how old am I? who’s house do you live in ?” but decided it was only giving fuel to an already full on blaze.

“I’ll ring Jean tomorrow and see if she can do Thursday”

“Do what on Thursday” I was asking.

“Tea with the vicar, I do wish you’d pay attention. I shall have to go and lie down for a while, you’ll manage this wont you?” and off she trotted, having conveniently forgotten her offer to help clear up the supper table.