More rubbish, a garden party & a great hairy hound

I had another week involving rubbish, recycling (or is it called ‘upcycling’) too for that matter. Although at least this time I didn’t have to actually climb inside the rubbish bin

Scribblings on my calendar, ribbon, never mind the wrinkles and ‘tea Mr Shifter?’

I have a calendar on the wall next to my ‘work station’…is that still a thing or has the PC world changed that expression to something less authoritarian? Anyway, my calendar has 2″ boxes for each day so plenty of room to put my reminders, appointments and aide memoires; I also have a paper diary and tucked in my iPhone case, slips of paper with lists of things I mustn’t forget; ‘piece of ribbon’ is one of the important items on my list.

Theatre, fake news & probably best our loos can’t speak

Theatre. It takes you away from your world into a whole new place where the every-day you is put to one side to allow the other ‘you’ some freedom of expression.

Toilets, weddings and all things royal

Sometimes you just have to throw in the towel don’t you which is why I haven’t updated my blog for a couple of weeks; Buckingham Palace, toilets and Liverpool to name but three of the events that have been jostling for attention.

Celebrating Shakespeare, back to back meetings and the Swiss family

Shakespeare; surely one, if not the most famous of English writers, was born on 23 April 1564 which would make him 454 years old. It was a pity we didn’t have something planned for this most auspicious day, a few Shakespearean  sonnets or a fire breathing dragon clinging onto the roof.

Yorkie bars, the heatwave and The Night Manager

Mine was a bit of a ‘Yorkie’ week – plenty to get my teeth into and very chunky and it started with high hopes of being able to shed my winter garb when the Met Office forecast a heatwave.

A string to my bow, I put my high heels on and can swing a mop like a pro

Whenever I learnt something new my mother would say encouragingly “another string to your bow” and this week when I passed one of our wonderful volunteers as I headed back to the car one evening she not only said another string to you bow but added “it’ll look good on your CV”.  My paranoia straight away wondered if she knew something I didn’t. But she was in a hurry to get to the theatre to watch the live screening of Macbeth with Christopher Eccleston

My saintly patience, the Little Mermaid and thrashing the Belgians in rugby

Apparently I have the patience of a saint which put me in good stead for Children’s Week. Herding cats was one metaphorical description as we saw dozens of the little poppets arriving with dazed parents who looked like they had been deprived of adult interaction, sleep, decent food and daylight

Haircuts, sparkies & our new loos

I had my hair cut this week. I know right, not exactly headline news, but for me it’s quite a major event, mostly because it’a a major inconvenience. When I worked in London BC (before-children), it was all part of life’s rich pattern; I thought nothing of jumping on the train on a Saturday and popping into the salon that was in Covent Garden.
PC (post-children) and back in full-time work, I go to a relatively local salon. When I get there, there’s no preamble, it’s straight into a rapid but firm scrub, some frantic snipping and if I’m lucky, not too many hairs yanked out as it’s blow-dried and I always walk out of the salon with plenty of hair cuttings stuck to my face.

British Summer Time, more snow, a loo seat in the sun and the dance of the cygnets

British Summer Time arrived and right on cue the sun shone and it was warm enough to sit outside. I was taking a break from house refurbishing so I carried my cuppa and two custard creams outside and found myself sitting on the first thing I saw – the old lavatory we had removed from the downstairs bathroom