Mothering Sunday is not my favourite day of the year. This year I felt particularly low and yesterday was pretty much a case of filling in time until I could go back to bed. However, just as I was about to grab the crossword and a mug of hot chocolate, I looked out of the …
Category archives: Dear Diary
Dear Liza
There is a hole in the garden where the chooks used to be – a hole, dear Liza, a hole… The hen hoose and the last two ladies left us for their new home yesterday. There is a hole in the yard where the Land Rover once stood – a hole, dear Liza, a hole… The Land Rover …
Still (not) Spinning
Spinning did not happen yesterday. I did sit down at my wheel but could not settle due to feeling so guilty about not getting on with the decluttering job. I actually ended up doing nothing useful whatsoever all day, but looked at a lot more RVs. Further decluttering done today and more stuff is moving …
Spinning heads and spinning wool
It would be completely wrong of me, not to mention wholly inaccurate, to suggest in any way at all that my life is not a completely luxurious one, in which I can largely please myself 24/7. I am a lucky woman indeed. Bear that in mind as you read on – I am honestly not whingeing …
There is a tiger in my fridge
What have I been doing for the past nine days, you may well ask. Last Wednesday we took off after work and loaded Brunhilde on to the evening ferry for Kirkwall. It was a fairly late sailing, going via Stronsay, meaning that had we been on time we would land at 8 pm. We were …
A new cycle
The post today brought my annual allocation of free ferry tickets. I immediately began to think “Let’s go to Shetland!” Of course, they are not effective until April 1st, so we shan’t be heading North any time soon. Also delivered today was my new rolling pin. It is not as posh as my last one, …