Long time, no post

It’s been so long.

Almost a year.

Not a lot has happened, to be honest, which is why I haven’t written. However, today is a special anniversary of mine and I’ve been wracking my brains for weeks as to how I could celebrate.

Nothing came to mind.

Until this morning, that is.

It’s a bank holiday here in the UK, and I have a little time before I go swimming with my swim buddy. So this is my celebration – not champagne, not a special meal, but back to blogging! It’ll be short and, I hope, sweet. I’m doing this on a tablet, so I have no idea what it will look like until it’s posted.

It’s May,


It’s my daughter’s birthday, so I have to post a picture of these:


Yes,yes, I know I’ve done it before, but I’m allowed. The forget-me-nots are so pretty.  I know gardeners don’t like them, but I love them.

And finally, I know you’re all dying to know what my celebration is….

According to a friend at work, who has app thingys all the time on his tablet, phone, whatever (!?)… It is exactly 22,222 days since I appeared on this earth! 

And that’s my celebration.


The circle game

A couple of days ago, I walked into town to do some shopping.  Nothing unusual in that, as it’s not far, and I do it quite often.  It was very hot, and I was keen to do my shopping quickly, and get back home.  I walked around the supermarket, and made my way to the checkout.  As it got to be my turn, I realised that I didn’t have any money to pay.  I had left my purse on the kitchen table, so I apologised sheepishly and profusely to the very young man at the till.  He was lovely, and assured me that it happened ‘all the time’.  All the time?  I wondered what he actually thought of a middle aged woman going shopping without any money, but he simply got someone to take my shopping back to the shelves, and I made my way home to get my purse.  His mum should be proud of him.

But, I had a flashback.  You see, it wasn’t that long ago that I was that young cashier (well, it was actually over forty years ago, but certainly doesn’t feel like it), in the haberdashery section at Woolworth’s, assisting ‘old’ women with the new fangled monetary system.  Oh, well.

Listen to the words of this song , written by a brilliantly wise very young woman.  If you’re middle aged, you’ll listen to it more than once.  It sums it all up.

Mon anniversaire – et le Grand Départ

C’était mon anniversaire, et je suis allée voir ma fille. Elle habite dans le Yorkshire, et elle a organisé une grand fête pour célébrer mes soixante ans.

She had bunting,


And cake and champagne


But, wait, was this all for me?  Well, actually, no, there happened to be a little cycle race going on at the same time. It was the Grand Départ for the Tour de France!

These were the scenes in Skipton on Saturday, although to be fair, this was also the scene across towns and villages all over Yorkshire.  Yorkshire was Tour mad!







And to start it all off, (and they followed behind the riders too) the Fabulous New York Brass Band.  They were fresh from Glastonbury, don’t-you-know, and are not from New York, but are from York, and they’re new, so well, there you go. Well worth watching.  I must tweet them, to tell them how much I liked them.


What a fabulous time it was.  Notice I didn’t take any pictures of the cyclists, well there’s a reason for that – there was no point, they were so fast, and it felt like an intrusion.  It’s okay to take pictures of this, someone bungee jumping on a float:


because it’s easy, but those cyclists go by so fast and they put in so much effort, that it’s all about cheering these efforts, and not recording them.

On Sunday, we went to view the second Stage on a by-pass which is normally teeming with cars.  According to the locals, it felt like ‘apocolypse’  Children were allowed to chalk images on the road:





British Policemen did what they did best, and high fived everyone as they passed, and let small children sit on their motorbikes:


What a time we had.  Yorkshire was amazing; I would not have missed the experience for the world.

Oh, and the beer was good too!



Vive le Tour!


It’s all over

Absolutely – fini – geendet – finito – Well, I just made those up really, but you get the point.  The dreaded day is here, so no more gifts.  Here is a rare image, showing utter disappointment and devastation, along with some of the missing gifts.  Please pass the first one quickly – I had just woken up, and, well, I have reached an advanced age:

 Other gifts I couldn’t publish images of – precious photographs, or items that are of a special significance that may provoke a reaction of ‘What?’ by others.

So, tomorrow, it will all be over.  Deep breaths……. and then early to bed, I think.


More Gifts

Two more, in fact.  This was yesterday’s offering, which was so enthralling when I opened it, that I forgot I had toast under the grill, which then burned to a frazzle, setting off the smoke alarm, and waking up my son, who was, actually quite generous about it, considering the rude awakening he had just had.  Here’s the gift.



It’s a little sewing box!



Just like tho one from the Great British Sewing Bee.  I love the little stitch markers inside too, will definitely use those for my knitting at some point……..

And the second girt?  The one I opened today?  Well, it was this, a perfect present for a bit of a book worm like me.


A very pretty little book mark.


I am a very lucky girl indeed.

More gifts

Just in case you were wondering, there are more gifts to come.  I haven’t had a lot of time to post, but I will now update you on progress, as I am sure that you are dying to know (!)

There were sweets and candles –  including these pretty  little things:


made from old baby food jars, with t-lights inside them.  I love recycled things, so these were definitely winners.  Thinking of recycling, along came this:DSCN2443

a little recycling bin for my stationery.  BUT, it could also be used for rubbish, or to make a short animated film about rubbish bin arson:

A few possibilities there, I reckon.

Then, along came this extremely special item:


It is an item of sentimental value – one of my father’s scale rulers (he was a surveyor and a draughtsman); it seems apt that I am posting this on Father’s Day.  The ruler comes complete with this… 


his initials!  They must have been an untrustworthy lot he used to work with.  Must get some of the carpentry boys at college to show me how to use it….

I think that is it.  I think we’re up to date – oh, except for this, which came out of the bag this morning;


Hmm – I’m starting to feel depressed again…..


Gift 15

Yes, that’s right, 15!  and there are plenty more to come.  Here’s today’s offering;


Well, I’ve always thought that I’m special, and I’m now glad that others think so too. 

I was also given this by my swim buddy this week.  She had pressed some flowers for me from her holiday, and made this card. 


Yes, I really do feel special.