Proud to be a Northumbrian..

Should I or shouldn't I ? starting a blog seemed to be a difficult decison. As a people person its difficult not to want to yak to the world, But as some one who guards their privacy, Do I really want eveyone to know my thoughts ? Typical Gemini Up-Down, Yes-No, Each day for the stereotypical Gemini is invariably filled with decision making shall I shan't I? oh god our heads buzz with it. One thing I have no battle with is the place where I live. Northumberland, I have lived here all of my life and whilst many of my friends have spread their wings and flown to pastures new I have had no such desire. Encircled by family and long standing friends, Surrounded by the beautiful Northumbrian countryside I feel lucky... I want to clear one thing up straight away, anyone reading this from any where that is not classed as up North!! We in Northumberland are not Geordies, and whilst I have the utmost respect for my fellow Northerners, Northumberland has its own traditions, crafts and way of life.

Rolling Hills of Northumberland

Rolling Hills of Northumberland
Pity about the Electricity cable

Errington Reay Pottery

Errington Reay Pottery
The Village pottery, The last pottery in Enland licensed to salt glaze pots.
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Our Lovely Brown Hens Have Arrived
The Ladies are now settling in nicely, having arrived at their new home on Friday 13th June 08 ( not a good date to do anything with any risk involved) but so far so good. This is the third time we have had hens but this time is different. Before we have always had lots of other animals yep done the whole pet thing to extreme rabbits, guinea pigs, ferrets, horses, cats,dogs we have had the lot but after all these years we found ourselves petless.They were barred in their lovely new house for three days, they managed to survive the constant raising of their roof, and people clucking at them like new born babies. My brother brought us back to reality with a once you've seen one brown hen (enough said). A couple of nights of chasing them around the paddock and teaching them to walk the plank, then hey presto third night they put themselves to bed. Result, trained hens already. Nope not that easy now we have to chase them out of the garden and keep them out of the property next door.

The Corrie Girls

The Corrie Girls
Our charming brown hens.

The Little Hen Coup

The Little Hen Coup
They love their little pad...

Saturday 21 June 2008

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...
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