Writer, technology addict and verbose blogger who struggles with a podcast habit. All opinions are my own.
A new delivery of second flush teas has arrived and I intend to make the most of them.
Because of this I'm handing myself in and confessing about the aspirin I had last week.
This temporary teapot I'm using is particularly poor at it's job.
I'm wearing Thursday's socks on a Sunday. The shock would cause my mother to faint.
Potentialy the most bothersome present: a tin of biscuits from Fortnum & Mason that play tunes.
Football memories (not mine due to age): a copy of Goal magazine from May 15, 1971.
This is what the foxes left in my garden last night. Suggestions on what it is are welcome.
Snow that driven it sticks to the side of the bicycle even when it's moving.
I shouldn't wander into comic shops whilst waiting for a tram.
Today I was surprised by the gift of a woolly hat that had been knitted for me over the weekend.
I like Marmite, but these are a real challenge to eat.
Apples that fall from my trees each night and friends can't be bothered to come pick 'em. Sad.
Run a half marathon and get given crisps and chocolate. Nice! (Wasn't me running btw.)
I know I'm not very British but getting envelopes with this on never gets boring.
Always a surprise to find someone's already greased my shaft. (You don't have to look at the picture. ;) )
The wonderful blossom on one of the apple trees; a sure sign that summer is on the way.
Getting green fingers in the greenhouse:
Good friends take you take a graveyard on a sunny day.
The scary Pandas are watching me.
Couldn't turn down the offer of some books, even though I've read some of them. Bah!
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