The Little Studio

We have a lovely room on the side of our bungalow its a little studio pad with twin beds, small kitchen area which includes fridge, microwave etc, en-suite, lovely view, own parking spot and own access, its available to let on a bed and breakfast basis although we will make meals under certain circumstances, so anyone looking for accommodation in the Hadrian Wall Area let me know.............

Hen Update

Our lovely brown hens are turning out to be very inquisitive, they are all over the garden. (not just ours either) They potter in the little potting shed they hop up on top of the plant pots pecking furiously at the fuchsia's, they hide under the Magnolia tree and Meander down the little track at the bottom of the paddock past our nutless Hazel (not one in sight this year) and the now wilting bramble bushes. The ladies really enjoy a tea time stroll around the village checking out the village green and next doors shubbery(hopefully not annoying anyone). However with the weather turning more inclement and on hubbys advice I started feeding them warm mash at tea time so come three pm they can now be found standing looking expectantly at our porch door all lined up chattering and foot stamping waiting for me to warm up the dish of the day. Once the said dish has been prepared they escort me at great speed down to the Hen Coup a dangerous time for me with ten hens under foot (yes I got a couple more sucker that I am) I must say though they never lift their little heads until the whole lot is devoured. They are laying nicely though so I must be doing something right..............

Hi I'm Back and Guess What I have Joined

Hello that's if there's anyone out there? I am back after taking time out from my blog . Blogging is much more a winter pursuit, hobby, obsession ? I have recently joined a creative writing class its run by a glorious lady called Sylvia who hands out inspiration and encouragement in abundance its marvellous we all think we are going to be the next JK Rowling's ah a girl can dream.. We huff and puff when the lovely Sylvia gives us our work for the day, it may be a poem or a short story who knows? you sit there twiddling your thumbs and twirling your pencil, looking at the blank page before you praying inspiration will spill forth and surprise surprise it usually does. I marvel at what appears on the page in front of me. I really do surprise myself , what I really love though is hearing all the other stories and poems we are given the same brief but the stories end up so different. We all dread the moment when we read out our latest piece to the rest of the class but its nice to get the feed back and reactions from the rest of the group... I am really enjoying myself and hopefully growing in confidence and ability mmmh only time will tell.

Northumbrian Coast and Making Memories...

I should say you must visit the Northumbrian Coast if you ever wander into this neck of the woods. I won't encourage you though. We enjoy a beautiful rugged coastline and part of the beauty is the peace and quiet. Bamburgh and the surrounding area's are some of my favourite places. Bamburgh has a lovely Beach and Village, especially worth a visit is the little Coffee Shop. a brisk walk and a home made scone what more could you want on a Sunny afternoon. Bamburgh also has an impressive Castle and from the tiny Harbour Area you can board a small boat which will take you to the rugged Farne Islands home to thousands of Birds and Seals that will swim along beside the boat. I spent quite a bit of time up there when mad daughter was younger. It was with our local pony club. What a sight it was to see all those childern on ponies galloping down the beach with not a care in the world. They would untack afterwards and ride bare back into the water laughing and cheering. Those were happy days, those same children are now wracked with worry about exam results and stress about their future. It makes you treasure those days and thats why its important to make your off springs early years as full of happy memories as possible as we all know the way ahead later in life is not easy.

Bring it on we can take it..........

The weekend weather was dreadful it was more like January than July, it was especially annoying because there were two local events held, however being a true Northumbrian, I was not going to be put off by a few showers (actually it was just one long shower)so I turned out for both events with my mate Dolly. Saturdays event was the little local show. The rain pelted down and it was blooming cold. Dolly decided to go and visit the local palmist who also happens to be the lady that writes a very good column in our weekly rag,we found there was a new slant to the bottle draw,after parting with your dosh you were guided to a large board which had strings hanging from it. Your prize was concealed under a a very large blanket. You pulled the string and on the end of it would be a bottle of some description. I being greedy decided that the longest string would somehow have a big bottle of already chilled white wine hanging on the end of it. Alas a very battered looking bottle of foreign beer rose up from beneath the material, Dolly got a bottle of water and a bottle of soft rinse. We bought some tombola tickets and headed for the Tea Room, this was fabulous, a proper country tea, packed with enough home made goodies to feed a battalion of soldiers. I have to say the rain didn't dampen the enthusiasm of those that did turn up. It was great to have a chin wag, with friends and neighbours and of course discuss the Brits favourite topic yep the good old British Weather.

Sunday was a little brighter for the Carnival in the little market town of Haltwhistle (also know as the centre of Britain) the floats were fantastic, there was a Viking Ship belching out smoke, Little Bow Peep, Egyptian Mummies they were all fantastic, Mad daugher was on the Disney float. The float was excellent with many of the disney characters like cute little Minnie Mouse and Dashing Cruella Da Vil. What was mad daughter? well as usual nothing easy she had chosen to be the blue genie , but as always there was a hitch. A fabulous genie she was, however to turn blue my spirited off spring had to cover herself in face paint, and yes you have guessed it, it started raining, soon she was a blue speckled genie and quite sticky with it. The real problem started when she disembarked from her float, there was a distinct blue patch on every person she came in contact with, eventually she had to be wrapped from head to toe in a blanket and bundled into a car before she was served names and addresses for cleaning bills. So a little word to anyone up there chucking water down on us mere mortals BRING IT ON, we ain't giving up that easy.

Driving is bad for my health..

Yes I am heading swiftly towards the big 50 and my body is in melt down.. I Swear my face has dropped two inches in the last 6 months I am constantly lifting my cheeks up to see what I used to look like, My forehead has dropped too, its scary, I can hardly concentrate on my driving any more, as all of this pushing and shoving takes place whilst staring into the rear view mirror of the car, good job the mirror is small, thus allowing the rest of my body to remain concealed from view........ I actually think its a more dangerous activity than using a mobile phone whilst driving, everyday I see something that wasn't there the day before. Today its was creases on the bridge of my nose and I mean creases not wrinkles infact I think crevices would be a better word ( are crevices deeper than creases) lets just go for ravines or maybe gauges yep its that bad , I will soon have to give up driving its really bad for my health..... oh god please make me 19 again ....

Blogging is annoying the hell out of me!!!!

I am finding being a blogger a bit annoying, firstly no comments yet ? secondly I can't seem to get things to stay on the page in the right order and thirdly a lot of my happening involve other people so its not possible to write them down...I change things constantly, I want my site to look exciting and ususal , so far I have only managed boring and lack lustre yep this blogging thing is blooming hard work >>>>>>

Furious

Born and bred in this village I have slowly watched its demise. I remember when we had a Co-op, Bakery, Cobblers and Butchers. I can't remember when we had a Blacksmiths or Three pubs. I can remember however when we had numerous community buildings available for shin digs and high jinks which were places that provided an opportunity to meet new comers and old friends. I have watched as people spill from town to countryside (and why not its a great life) but why oh why do they try to change the countryside. Once the children have moved on from the little village school you loose that constant contact with your community and its important to have events that pull communites together. However many new comers don't want that they want to get in their car on weekends and disappear to shopping centres and they come to the countryside to get peace and quiet. They don't shop at the little village shop as a loaf of bread is a few pence dearer. I don't do my weekly shop here but I do visit the village post office and shop as much as I can. Its IMPORTANT country folk must support their local amenities whether its the pub the post office what ever they won't survive with out us. I am FURIOIUS because we have just discovered we are to loose our village post office........ this will be a massive loss to our community. John and Irene who run the post office and shop are fantastic people who have given this community a service second to none. We must learn to fight in this country for what we want , we are too Complacent. Come on the Brits we can do it.

Funny Day Feeling

I had one of those days last week when you get out of bed and you just know don't you? that something will happen today. I have a definite sixth sense about these things. Today was going to be a corker. It started with burning the toast, now that's not really a big issue is it? Well I get up early around 6.30am and try to be quiet, and there lies the first problem the more you try to be quiet the more you can't be, burning toast in our house sets off the smoke detector and our smoke detector would wake the dead . Once activated it is not easy to "shut up" it involves much slamming of doors and waving of cushions until the piercing shrill momentarily ceases, but don't hold your breath as two minutes later off it goes again and the whole process has to be repeated. While this episode was taking place I had flung open the top half of the stable door in the hope that the pume of stinky smoke would find its way out, I am never sure why I do this as I know from experience it just sends the smoke back in again. In a brief interlude between waving cushions and trying to produce some breakfast the paper delivery man had appeared and handed me the daily paper,he seemed in a bit of a hurry but then I was too. It was when I went for a shower that I realised that the previous evening I had gotten ready for bed in the dark, again trying to be quiet so as not disturb the human tractor who had gone to bed before me. I had put my nightdress on inside out, and back to front, something I often do after a tipple, so when I cast my eyes downwards I was horrified to realise why the paper man had been in a mad rush, the back of my nightdress is made up of more straps than the front, I am sure I don't need to say anymore except that I am not a small chested lady. The time between 7am and 9.30am passed without incident, then I went to help a lady take a bath. This lady loves to chat and has a brilliant sense of humour. We went through the usual routine of filling the bath and chatting about things like burnt toast. It was at the point when she was about to sit on her board, (she has arthritis and uses a bath board) that the funny day sensation kicked back in, the lady has a thing about not taking off her slippers until the last moment, as I turned to get a towel she decided to do a kind of jump kick action which would have impressed the likes of David Beckham, she was obviously hoping to launch the slipper across the bath room, but instead she moved the board and slithered into the bath like an elegant water boarding mermaid. My lovely lady was ecstatic she had not had a proper bath for years so this was a massive treat, on the other hand for me it was a nightmare. I rang the office who assured me another carer would be along in minutes, and yes true to their word within five minutes there were two of us rubbing our chins and trying to work out how we could get this lady out of the bath. The solution to this logistical problem was the fire brigade, so ten minutes later we heard them coming oh yes the siren was going full pelt (actually it was remarkably similar to our smoke detector) then they burst forth, five burly fireman dressed in full uniform with hats, they sprinted like bay watch boys up the stairs into the bathroom and lifted my lady like a butterfly out of the bath popping her onto the seat. She was delighted and may I add fully clothed something I had achieved before they arrived, she was giggling like a school girl, my work colleague and I were also all ooh and ahh must be that uniform. It was so surreal, they disappeared as fast they had arrived. My lovely mermaid was on a high she wondered why they had kept their hats on and then decided that they may have thought she would attack them with her walking stick so they had been very wise and then she thought she recognised one of two of them from the time a couple of months earlier when she had the chimney fire, it was all very exciting. With the morning safely behind me I progressed cautiously into the second half of the day, It was not as eventful, it consisted of loosing my purse, loosing two hens only to find them in next doors garden, pouring hot tea on my lap and cutting my own fringe on a wonky angle. Yes I hate it when you wake up with that funny day feeling.

Happenings.

I am one of those individuals that things happen to. I frequently find myself in situations that make me rock with laughter. I have the ability to relay my happening's in a way that also makes my friends rock with laughter.

I have often thought about the things that happen to me. I am not blase enough to think I am the only person who has funny happenings. Its all to do with pre-programming and my brain is pre-programmed to see the funny side of many situations that other individuals who are not like minded would ignore as just everyday incidents.
I have a job , Its not the best or worst job in the world. I don't wake up and think oh goody I'm off to work today, neither do I pull up the covers and wish to god it was five o clock. This job is a community carer, a big change from my last source of income which was running my own coffee/gift shop. There are two main elements of the job I relish. The satisfaction of knowing someone appreciates what you do for them, and the never ending statements that make me giggle like a school girl. The clients that I go to daily are not the butt of my jokes, I am laughing with them not at them. More about my job later...