Hubby’s Motorbike Stolen

Hubby’s Motor scooter was stolen early this morning. We went to bed late after watching a film. Then about five am someone started hammering on our front door. Hubby shouted he was calling the police, and the man outside said he was the police!

He said they had just seen it being ridden round Stoke and that it had been stolen. Hubby checked the gate and the padlock and hasp had been broken and the motorbike / scooter was gone.

They went off and we decided to drive round to see if we could find anything. What we did find was a large covered mobility scooter in the alleyway by our garden. It had been damaged where someone had broken through its faring to hot wire? The motor. I guess they must have done the same with ours and ridden off. On it. We reported it to the insurers, we will see what happens.

Cat…ching up

After a morning on college work we finally got out in the sunlight for an hour.

Instead of walking up the hill we took the car to the top, then walked around the circumference on it. We walked down, then climbed back up again. Rushing because I thought I had another lecture at 5 (it was actually 6) we managed to get back to the car and home by ten to.

My hubby encountered this charming cat, fluffy and friendly, on top of a wall in between a row of terraced houses. The cat was purring loudly and having a lovely time, it was a shame he had to leave it as we walked on up the hill. We only managed a couple of miles, but it was great to escape for a while.

Walk round lakes

Two small lakes, Westport Lake, we visited and walked around them today. Even with deviations along other pathways we only walked about one and a quarter miles. We could have gone round again but the wind picked up and we were getting cold.

Despite the cold weather I still need to get a few more steps in. I walked down to our garage we take the car in for its repairs. But I forgot to take my phone so I have not recorded that.

My college work this week is to make a map of a place, I might use some of these photos to illustrate it. But I’m going to take a break first. Even short walks can tire you out….

Pinchetel

Three miles walked today round the village in a city of Penkhull. Part of Stoke on Trent. To reach the village centre we decided to walk up a hill called Honeywall, past the Beehive public house and this sign erected in 2011 by the Penkhull Residents Association. Instead of continuing straight up the hill we walked down an interesting side road and then right an up to the Church of St Thomas which stands on the village green. As we walked past a flower bed we spotted these bottles decorated as bottle ovens with a top hatted figure standing next to them. Then we walked down and around Thistley Hough and finally by circuitous routes home to make sure the walk was long enough. I’ve only walked about 22 miles this week, a bit down on last week, but the weather has been wet and windy, and my hubby doesn’t want to walk to far, but I feel fitter (and tired). Day 42!

My hubby is a windmill and the cat and he snore…

When you go to bed you don’t expect your hubby to start waving his arms about, in the middle of some nightmare. Then he turns over and starts snoring. Meanwhile a cat has snuck onto your chest, pinning you down, claws on his front sticking in you and a blissful heavy breathing, snoring…. Grr, so I got up, made a decaff coffee, drank it, warmed up a bit, and finally at 6am fell asleep. Then woke up in pain, my hubby using my shoulder as a pillow again! Grr, zzzzzz

Drawing

My favourite occupation at the moment is drawing with anything I can get my hands on. This is with an ink roller. I have drawn with boot polish in the past. I also like black quink ink that splits into blue and brown if you add a bit of water.

At the moment we are doing drawing exercises for college. Doing a single line drawing without looking at the page and we have to draw movement? It’s all about observation. I need to start but have been ill with vertigo…. Oh well, it will happen…

Boat and hubby

The boat is probably about 90 years old? The painting of my hubby is about forty years old. You know you are getting on when things you own start to age with you!

Time passes, faster it seems as you get older. Ten years just flew by. I have so much stuff that I have collected over the years. I wish it was displayed beautifully… But its not.

23 eggs!

It was an offer I wasn’t going to refuse. I’ll go shopping said hubby. So I said just take one bag then you can’t buy too much.

Do you need a list? No I’ll be OK. Well don’t buy a roast chicken, just get some thighs. We don’t need a lot, just a few things.

I knew there was a problem when he carried in two huge bags of shopping. I’ve not got much space in the fridge.

He bought:

An amaryllis (we already have FOUR)

A loaf of bread (we already have one and two half used loaves).

Two torches and some batteries (to go with at least five he already has).

A bunch of flowers

A box of frozen haddock

Three tubs of olives,

A bag of spinach

A roast chicken

Beefburgers

Gammon steaks,

A beef joint

And fifteen eggs (to go with the eight he already bought yesterday).

When I asked why he had bought the eggs he said you can never have enough eggs!

Hubby drawing

He’s still colouring in the book although it’s 2.30am. So I did a very quick sketch of him drawing (five minutes). He’s got his own style. But that doesn’t matter. It’s the fact that he’s doing it which is good. It gives him focus and flow. It’s great to see him doing it.

I just watched a programme about the life of the artist Bob Ross and how he taught art in America in the 1980’s & 1990’s. He sadly died at a young age.

Art is sometimes therapy. It is a good thing. I would encourage people to take it up.