It’s the little things
From Facebook archives
22 August 2009 at 16:04 ·
Life with Fester, Ferretfingers and Thunderthighs: an obsessive entomologist turning mining historian and our two autistic sons. This blog has been prompted by family and friends reading facebook posts and saying "You should write a book". But I don't know how to go about that so they'll have to make do with this.
It’s the little things
From Facebook archives
22 August 2009 at 16:04 ·
From Facebook Archives
21 August 2018 at 11:59 ·
Carmarthenshire holiday cottage booked for next April!
It's amazing how quickly they get booked up. Tregib Mill, where we stayed last time is fully booked over the Easter Holidays so I've had to look a bit further afield (Llanwrda), or go for something really expensive in town.
Now Llandeilo’s got the bijou boutique experience coverage in the Sunday supplements everywhere’s gone all posh and upmarket. All we want is three bedrooms, a kitchen and wifi.
One of the things the ladies at LDNE’s knit and natter sessions are good at is knitting squares.
For obvious reasons last year the sessions were stopped as the charity’s building had to lockdown. Staff were deployed in making sure our service users were safe and kept in contact with them, either by delivering meals, or helping with shopping. And of course there were The Big Chat Zoom meetings.
Before lockdown Miss Gish had brought, or sent, in a bin-bag full of squares.
Ferretfingers’ broken ankle stopped me from going to knit and natter in February and March, but I managed to slip into the office the last day it was open, pick up and bring the bag home.
I stitched together some cot and bed blankets
White
squares would get very grubby in a blanket, but they could make Winter Snowman
tea cosies. Then I
discovered some red ones and turned them into Christmas Santa tea
cosies.
This inspired the following Facebook conversation.
Today’s
blog is brought to you courtesy of something I’ve just seen on Facebook and my reaction
to it.
This!
A few blogs ago (True Love) I used some posts from my 2016 Facebook archives telling how I was so poorly that I wasn’t able to do any washing.
15 August 2016 at 17:46 ·
Well I have a chest infection.
Never having had one before I didn't know what it was and am now on ammoxicilin.
Problem is, coughing has done something to my neck so I'm getting really nasty pains in my neck muscles right up to the top of my scalp. So I'm looking at painkillers too.
Feeling sufficiently better to consider a trip to Aldi. We are running out of catfood, crisps and loo =]roll.
This typing lark is a lot easier without a small ginger cat attempting to chew one's knuckle.
He also believes my pink fluffy slippers are monsters trying to eat my feet and attacks them accordingly.
This morning she asked how I was
and commented “at least you’re not having to lean on things any more.”
We've been away for the weekend.
The following are from my Facebook archive, sadly only followers of Father Ted will appreciate the first item ...
16 August 2015 at 17:14 ·
I've just shown this to Thunderthighs who has left the office cackling with laughter.
When he was tiny and just starting to talk he would shove his sippy mug at me and shout "Drink!"
To which I would reply "nuns, arse, feck"
Until I realised it might not be the best phrase to teach a toddler ...
... by which time it was too late ...
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"It's in the freezer"
"Where?"
"Oh for ****'s sake it's a 3ft
by 3ft cube of space, there's nowhere for it to go, just effin look properly,
which includes lifting things up and looking under them."
This is not an uncommon conversation in this household/marriage.
16 August 2019 at 23:12 ·