I still want a sculpture in our garden like this but the artist has not been in touch. I wonder if something has happened to him? Oh well, people get busy. I will try again and see if we can have it done.
A good friend came round earlier today and helped with our garden. It’s getting very overgrown and neither me or my hubby can manage it anymore. The whole thing needs cutting back and pruning. Unfortunately the wisteria was a casualty as it has grown into the ivy that has got onto the roof of the extension so it needs clearing. Then you might be able to see a sculpture!
Pulled my calf muscle trying to walk up a grassy slope while I was out singing at Burslem Port. I had a lift on Kay and Steve’s oatcake boat along the canal to Hanley then was driven home by Mark in our car. Richard, Mark and Ivan all helped me get about. Thanks to Kate, Greg, the staff and volunteers at Burslem. Everybody else for looking after me. I will have to try and get Roberts walking stick back to him. I’ve found stepping sideways is easier than trying to go forwards. I think upstairs is out of bounds at the moment. I hope I will be able to get around again and start walking in a few days. Glad I avoided an ambulance and A&E! Photo is a bag of frozen quorn tied against my calf muscle!
Don’t cry for those that are gone. They cannot feel your tears. Wherever they are they can’t hear you. Remember them but don’t cry. Cry for the living, cry for those that have lost loved ones, talk to them about their loss. Don’t stay quiet and hope it will be OK. They need your words of solace.
And don’t forget the poor, the ill and the starving. The ones that are always forgotten. Take care of them, support them. Help them where you can. One day you will be gone too, but others will still be here. Then hope they get help too from others. So life supports life. And share love.
I was just watching a film when something (I think it was a spider) walked across the neck of my jumper right under my chin. Eek. I jumped up from my chair! I usually like spiders, but not ones that are only an inch from my mouth! I pulled my jumper off and threw it across the room….. I couldn’t see the spider and I hope it didn’t get squashed! You can tell how jumpy its made me because of all the exclamation marks I’ve used. Eek!
It might have been a ladybird, trying to remember it’s shape and calming down now…. The cat had been sitting on my lap and he got dumped on the floor because of me jumping….
Houseplants are good for you according to recent research. Apparently just a glimmer of green in an otherwise plain and boring magnolia painted house can improve your mood. If you are locked down in a house or room, having that bit of green can help.
This is a badly watered succulent plant we have at the top of our stairs. I look out over our garden and feel infinitely lucky to have that patch of green.
WordPress, it’s like looking in a mirror with your face obscured. You can see it’s there, but you can’t work out what is going on! I tried to update a post that I might have published, or might have been a draft, and I ended up in one of those endless loops, where you don’t know where anything is? I found myself being told the post was empty, that it was a local draft. That I needed to go to a preview rather than editing the post. Then I was told again the post was empty… Feels like fighting with bureaucracy. Not knowing what the other side knows, only what you suspect….. Anyway it eventually posted… I think!
I’m trying to create a portfolio of all my images I’ve made so far on my illustration course. I have managed to add them to a Word document, but I need to know what the file size is and as I’m not up to speed with Word 10 I’m not sure where to look. If the file size is too big I will struggle to upload it to the college. Any ideas? I know I’ve got to convert it to a PDF but I wanted to find out how big it was before I did that… Duh!
I was asked to give some carrier bags to the local food bank today. I’m very bad at remembering to take bags with me when I go shopping and I didn’t want to throw them away to go in landfill.
I handed them over to a friend outside the local supermarket. She had started a couple of years ago getting almost out of date, unsold food, and dry goods. But as austerity had increased and now the devastating effect of covid 19,she has found herself getting food for people seven days a week! She is a volunteer and decided she must do something as the local Councillor is not at all helpful.
I asked her how she copes, she’s been ill recently, she says she just has to. She cannot give up on people.
I wish I had her commitment. All I did was hand over a few carrier bags. I have to ask why people are in this situation. How have we got to this. The sixth wealthiest country in the world? But cruel to people in poverty. Who are seen as useless and not worth the money. Another Councillor has called people from my city ‘peasants’ this week. Remind me to tug my forelock!
For most of his life he’s not been interested in cooking. He doesn’t like me to explain what to do. When he roasted a chicken once he added a whole big bulb of garlic. He can cook poached egg on toast, he does cook bread, he tries to cook bacon by frying it for a minute then microwaving it.
Today he wanted to make a loaf out of self raising flour. With no yeast. I explained that would be more like pastry, and that you use self raising mainly for making cakes. I told him he could use about eight ounces of flour, four ounces of butter, four ounces of sugar, but as we had none he could use a couple of heaped spoons of sweetener. This is a granular one you can cook with. A couple of eggs, and milk, not water, which he was going to use.
I went upstairs on the computer while he went out to get butter.
I was going to explain. He knew about Crumbling flour and butter together, then I told him to add sweetener, then the eggs and milk, then some de-stoned cherries if he wanted to.
I was upstairs, and it was terribly quiet. A friend rang so I came downstairs. Hubby was just about to put the cake in the oven. I looked around, he’d used about twelve ounces of flour (not weighed it out) three quarters of a tub of margarine. Two eggs a bit of milk and a teaspoon! of sweetener. To this mix he’d added half a bowl of cherries and then kneaded the mix! I tried to explain you need the mix to be more liquid and that you gently stir in the milk to keep the cake light.
Well he tried. The cake is cooking, gas mark 4,initially for 45 minutes in the centre of the oven. I’m worried it will be a bit heavy when it comes out.