Monday, 30 May 2016

Think on This

Well Susan is on her ways to Dubai, left this morning at about 5am. Must admit I did not hear her go but then she is normally quiet as a mouse that early in the morning. Dani is down for the weekend and it has been good to see her again, been a while but with her working now time is limited. Robert seems to be having a problem letting his room as he wants to go to America. Also having a problem with the university he is supposed to be going to. Racial and homophobic rumours have come to the attention of Colchester University staff and now they are reluctant to send him there. Well we have always known the Americans to be quite racialist. Seems like some have never really believed the slaves should be free. My advice to him, change to a different university, somewhere with more liberal views. Watch this space.

Everything will come right in the end, if it not right it is not the end.

That is one of those trip off the tongue quotes that actually make such good sense.
Changing the subject, a little, Sam has a habit of walking towards the front door and then looking back to see if I have clocked his hint that he wants to go out. And I have fallen into the habit of saying to him, and I quote.
‘Come on do you want to whoof the kitties, go whoof the kitties’. And I let him out. I know we talk weirdly to dogs but that is a human failing, got nothing to do with dogs. Something like talking to babies, why do we do it?
He dutifully looks around for a suitable kitty to whoof, even a fox or a bird, never a squirrel.
Actually if this is reality, Sam is not the macho dog we make him out to be, a quick look for a cat and if there is one and it is looking at him he looks away. Blame Susan, she taught him never to stare at strangers and to him all cats are strange, terrifying to say the least but he does look back at me to see if his path of retreat is still clear. Most times there are no cats and the whole charade is averted but it is touch and go the minute he goes out the door.
Life is a constant challenge and we all in our own way cope, Sam is the perfect gentleman, there is not an aggressive bone in his body. Talking of his body, his right back leg is getting very wonky. I must admit he does walk slower, but that is not a bad thing, at least I can keep up and on the odd occasion have to wait for him. Oh the bones tell the story.
Photo is of the walk Sam and I do every day, before they cut the grass and after, just behind our house. The wild flowers were really blooming before the wise council decided that too much flower power could harm those with allergies. 

Monday, 16 May 2016

Shiraz can be a most Noble Wine

Shiraz can be a most Noble Wine, well if it is from a good winemaker or vineyard. 
I ordered a case of wine from Laithwaites Wine for half price as an introductory offer, which worked out at £ 3.79 a bottle for what they claimed was very good wines. The first bottle I chose, McPherson Family Series Andrews Shiraz 2015, was from a little vineyard in South Eastern Australia, described as a rich and flavoursome wine with lots of plum and blackberry flavours, really is a wine worth the title Shiraz.  One of the best I have had in years. All I can say is this is a true shiraz and I could drink this everyday and never tire of the taste, buy some.
The next bottle I will be trying is called Paris Street Pinot Noir 2014, from Transylvania, Romania. This is my first Romanian wine and if it is as good as the previous bottle from the case of 12 then I can not wait. This drinking unknown wines can be fraught with danger but so far it has been a very pleasant encounter.
Eurovision has come and gone for another year, Ukraine the winner but by so small a margin against Australia. Hang on, Australia is not in Europe, sang by a lovely Korean girl? 
I must of missed something, can so easily be mistaken for Austria. No mistake, Australia did complete and did very well. If anyone knows how this can happen, please let me know. 
We went to the beach yesterday and I was quite amused at all the white flesh on display, one chubby* lady was lying near the waters edge, sun bathing topless, not sure if Sandbanks is ready for that yet but from a distant she did resemble a beached whale. I am sure there is a skinny person in there somewhere, just well wrapped. Good thing I left Sam at home, he has a habit of peeing on strange things on the waters edge.
In ending I must say that Michael is selling his Hyundai Getz 1.3 GSI. Anyone willing to part with £ 1000 ono, can drive it away. He drives a Audi A4 now so the Getz is a thing of the past. Loved all the comments and praise, keep them coming. 

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Monday, 2 May 2016

Bunch of Thyme

Thyme is a precious thing, always beware and keep your garden fair. Let no man steal your thyme. Prophetic words from the very old Irish ballet 'A Bunch of Thyme.' I have never really listened to the lyric, yes I knew them to sing along to, only really listened to the lyric properly when I heard it sang at the Folk Festival. Suddenly the words made sense, thyme is a girls honour, when you sing the song with that in mind it is really a very sad song and a warning to all young girls, let no man steal your thyme. 

Come all ye maidens young and fair
All you that are blooming in your prime
Always be ware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme

For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme with all its labours along with all its joys
Thyme brings all things to my mind

Once she had a bunch of thyme
She thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor who chanced to pass her way
He stole her bunch of thyme away

The sailor gave to her a rose
A rose that never would decay
He gave it to her to keep her reminded 
Of when he stole her thyme away

I am a little cafe on the beach, enjoying a wee coffee, no Victoria sponge this time as it did look a little dry. Blustery day with the threat of rain ever present as I walked Sam on the beach. From the 1st May we will not be allowed to walk on most beaches, summer rules by this very cautious council. 
Talking of Sam, I must tell you he is starting to show his age, back legs are a little wonky and he has developed selective hearing. Well he is getting on to 12 and I do fear this might be his last summer.
Example Image of Runners!

Onwards and upwards, Saturday found me walking around Poole Park as Susan had entered the run they have every Saturday. Once i had finished watching all the shapes and sizes setting off with loads of energy, I remembered all those walks and runs that we did at this same park. Angela and Matt would run as well, poor Sam would be dragged around the park every Saturday or Sunday, depending on the weather, no wonder he is getting on a bit. Anyway, how did Susan do in the run, quite well actually, ran at about 6 mins/k and hardly looked out of breath when she finished.
All for now, next blog about the Children in us.