Revolutionary Rants

Oh, yes, and the bell ringing went better again, too. I did some ringing ‘up’ of the smellest bell and although I was pretty shakey, I did OK I think.

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What a lovely week it has been, all but for Wednesday morning, when we were misty up until around 10:30, it has been sun shine all the way. It is amazing what a difference it makes to people; smiley faces greet you everywhere!

I had/have some holiday to use up, so on Monday I hada day off and went allotment shopping with my eldest brother. We got a lot of seeds and I got all the stuff for my hanging baskets. I didn’t attempt these last year, but I thought after starting on the allotment I’d give them a go this year and now I have four baskets and one pot with pansies, a tiny fir like bush and ivy spilling out over the edges. Quite pleased. We had a good dig over of the ‘lotty, too. It looks much less daunting this year, as far as weeds are so far concerned. Dad will retovate it for us, hopefully over the weekend and my bro is bringing on various seeds at home, too.

Other than that my time is taken up with dog walking, pony lead-roping, bathroom bits and bobs, gymming and working. Poor old Wagon R may be going to the big garage in the sky, but we await to see what can be done by the garage down here in Barnstaple…

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Well, you know I do love these listie things…

1. The smell of my dogs, it is the most comforting smell in the world. To get a really good drag, smell inside the ear or between toes… perfect

2. Lavender

3. Coffee, freshly ground especially

4. Petrol (I know, weird, but I do)

5. Bread baking, reminds me of lunch times in Ireland, with soda bread and fruit scones for pud

6. Chicken’s skin

7. Very new or very old books

8. Garlic cooking

9. Rosemary, crushed between the fingers it has all the feelings of long, peaceful Sunday afternoons with Chicken

10. Wet grass or cut grass

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I have just started to learn bell ringing at the local church. Last week I did well, apparently, but this week I managed to break the staith, which protects the bell. Luckily I remembered to let go before the 600kg bell whipped me up to the bell tower… and the only way was down… gulp…

I have since gone through many stages of shock and guilt, but hope to carry on with my campanology.

In other news, the bathroom continues – yes, still. The new kitchen is in a glorious. We visited London at the weekend, pottled around, saw some sights and also saw Aram’s parents.

My wrist is killing me, so more sometime soon – hopefully sooner than my last post!

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