At last! I can post the pictures of the garden. This was taken on May 24th. Deutzia and Rose
Monday, June 13, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Sun-day
Well Sunday is certainly living up to it's name today, it's hot too with a light breeze. This morning we went to visit the stand of a couple of friends who were selling at 'car boot sale' type thingy. We went to where they were supposed to be, in a park with lots of nice trees. There was no one there, they should have been there yesterday! Instead they'd put up a stand at a similar event the other side of town so we went to have a look. Not as picturesque, but a few stands. A lot of people are selling off their old vinyl records and there were plenty of baby clothes, but no real treasure.
Well Sunday is certainly living up to it's name today, it's hot too with a light breeze. This morning we went to visit the stand of a couple of friends who were selling at 'car boot sale' type thingy. We went to where they were supposed to be, in a park with lots of nice trees. There was no one there, they should have been there yesterday! Instead they'd put up a stand at a similar event the other side of town so we went to have a look. Not as picturesque, but a few stands. A lot of people are selling off their old vinyl records and there were plenty of baby clothes, but no real treasure.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Later the same day
Dom phoned at about quarter to eleven to stay that she had finished and that it had gone well. It took ages to get there, every light was red and as parking spaces were in short supply, people were blocking the road trying to get in and out of tiny spaces. The questions were on poetry so Dom was fine and is confident that she has done well. Results in July sometime.
Dom phoned at about quarter to eleven to stay that she had finished and that it had gone well. It took ages to get there, every light was red and as parking spaces were in short supply, people were blocking the road trying to get in and out of tiny spaces. The questions were on poetry so Dom was fine and is confident that she has done well. Results in July sometime.
Exam time
As I’m writing this Dom is sitting her French Baccalaureate. We took her at seven this morning and sat in the car until she saw someone she recognized. They are sent out too different lycées depending on their choice of main subject, so she wouldn’t know many of the candidates. Needless to say we were more nervous than her. She loves to write, when she’s not reading she’s writing and vice versa. All she has to do for four hours is write. I just hope she gets a good choice of subjects to write about.
She’ll send a message when she needs picking up. The test for me is to find my way round a part of town I don’t know at all. I seem to remember Rob telling me to keep turning right, I hope it works.
As I’m writing this Dom is sitting her French Baccalaureate. We took her at seven this morning and sat in the car until she saw someone she recognized. They are sent out too different lycées depending on their choice of main subject, so she wouldn’t know many of the candidates. Needless to say we were more nervous than her. She loves to write, when she’s not reading she’s writing and vice versa. All she has to do for four hours is write. I just hope she gets a good choice of subjects to write about.
She’ll send a message when she needs picking up. The test for me is to find my way round a part of town I don’t know at all. I seem to remember Rob telling me to keep turning right, I hope it works.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Widgely
Widgely decided he was my cat when he was pretty young. He used to move sideways, widgle, hence his name. He was black with a fine necklace of white hairs on his chest , very distinguished. In the summer I used to prop myself against the lilac trees with cushions and write poetry, Widgely would come and purr and walk all over me. He wanted a poem too, I did write one. I wonder where it got too?
He was very supportive each time my heart got broken (which was pretty regular at that time). He would make a big fuss of me and pat away my tears with his paws. When I used to go away for weekends with friends he would come to sabotage my packing. He would walk all over everything, sometimes with muddy paws and purr and generally get in the way.
When I finally left home at 26 he stayed with my parents, we lived on a farm and I was moving into town, it was for the best.
A few weeks after I moved, Mum was making the beds one morning, when she happened to look out of the window onto the road. She saw Widgely asleep on the road and called to him to move in case a car came. He didn’t respond. She went out and picked him up and put him in a bag in the shed so Dad could bury him when he got home. She put him in a paper bag, just incase…..
Widgely decided he was my cat when he was pretty young. He used to move sideways, widgle, hence his name. He was black with a fine necklace of white hairs on his chest , very distinguished. In the summer I used to prop myself against the lilac trees with cushions and write poetry, Widgely would come and purr and walk all over me. He wanted a poem too, I did write one. I wonder where it got too?
He was very supportive each time my heart got broken (which was pretty regular at that time). He would make a big fuss of me and pat away my tears with his paws. When I used to go away for weekends with friends he would come to sabotage my packing. He would walk all over everything, sometimes with muddy paws and purr and generally get in the way.
When I finally left home at 26 he stayed with my parents, we lived on a farm and I was moving into town, it was for the best.
A few weeks after I moved, Mum was making the beds one morning, when she happened to look out of the window onto the road. She saw Widgely asleep on the road and called to him to move in case a car came. He didn’t respond. She went out and picked him up and put him in a bag in the shed so Dad could bury him when he got home. She put him in a paper bag, just incase…..
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Has this ever happened to you?
Yesterday I surfed Blogexplosion and Blogcowd. The same blog came out first on both.
Yesterday I surfed Blogexplosion and Blogcowd. The same blog came out first on both.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Saturday 6th June 1981
A very quiet day indeed, a very quiet week end. It was so cold I needed to wear my duffle coat!
Thursday 6th June 1974
A busy working day, I don’t think I’d cope with ‘banking as it was then’ now. Looks as if I was just discovering the joys of Barclaycard spending. The joys of Barclaycard paying back came later. I bought a long blue skirt, I wonder what happened to that?
A very quiet day indeed, a very quiet week end. It was so cold I needed to wear my duffle coat!
Thursday 6th June 1974
A busy working day, I don’t think I’d cope with ‘banking as it was then’ now. Looks as if I was just discovering the joys of Barclaycard spending. The joys of Barclaycard paying back came later. I bought a long blue skirt, I wonder what happened to that?
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Unconscious Mutterings
- Exhibit:: proof
- Evolution:: change
- Loser:: sad
- Hypnotic:: snake
- Unlikely:: no chance!
- Interrupt:: butt in
- Ambivalent:: noisy
- Rise and fall:: Rome
- Indian:: feathers
- Prophecy:: prediction
Imagine
being in a situation where one of your parents is taken seriously ill in a strange country. A week or so back Christian had a client in that situation. He helped her to book a flight and tried to anticipate any problems she might have. Yesterday she returned to thank Christian and gave him a bottle of wine. Everything had gone smoothly and her parent was home safe and well.
being in a situation where one of your parents is taken seriously ill in a strange country. A week or so back Christian had a client in that situation. He helped her to book a flight and tried to anticipate any problems she might have. Yesterday she returned to thank Christian and gave him a bottle of wine. Everything had gone smoothly and her parent was home safe and well.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Thursday already!
It always seems to be Thursday again, not that I’ve got anything against Thursdays. Somehow this week seems to have been a busy one, though I can’t really say what I’ve been up to; nothing special.
I’ve been trying to write out a really interesting ‘lettre de motivaion’ to go with my CV. I’m pretty satisfied with the result AND I managed to copy it out by hand without having to start again. In France these letters must be hand written. Rob used to give lessons to a woman whose role was to analyze the hand writing of job applicants.
Yesterday Dom came home with the date of her French oral exam. She has to go to another lycée and be there for 7.40 in the morning. The first bus goes in that direction at eight.. We shall be in England by then. I was really worried for her but she’s decided to cycle over there, it takes half an hour. She’s already done a test run, she will have two bikes at her disposal on the day. She probably won’t be called for examination till11.40!
I seem to spend a lot of time ironing at the moment. We have more summer clothes than winter clothes, so there is not so much space in the wardrobes, therefore everything gets crushed. Olivier, bless him, wears uncrushable t-shirts which dry in 10 minutes. Why do I always go for linen?
Not long till we go on holiday. I haven’t really started on my ‘lists’ yet. I must sort out the suitcases and air them and think about what to leave Dom and Bonnie in the way of food, they will be playing ‘house’ while we’re away.
It always seems to be Thursday again, not that I’ve got anything against Thursdays. Somehow this week seems to have been a busy one, though I can’t really say what I’ve been up to; nothing special.
I’ve been trying to write out a really interesting ‘lettre de motivaion’ to go with my CV. I’m pretty satisfied with the result AND I managed to copy it out by hand without having to start again. In France these letters must be hand written. Rob used to give lessons to a woman whose role was to analyze the hand writing of job applicants.
Yesterday Dom came home with the date of her French oral exam. She has to go to another lycée and be there for 7.40 in the morning. The first bus goes in that direction at eight.. We shall be in England by then. I was really worried for her but she’s decided to cycle over there, it takes half an hour. She’s already done a test run, she will have two bikes at her disposal on the day. She probably won’t be called for examination till11.40!
I seem to spend a lot of time ironing at the moment. We have more summer clothes than winter clothes, so there is not so much space in the wardrobes, therefore everything gets crushed. Olivier, bless him, wears uncrushable t-shirts which dry in 10 minutes. Why do I always go for linen?
Not long till we go on holiday. I haven’t really started on my ‘lists’ yet. I must sort out the suitcases and air them and think about what to leave Dom and Bonnie in the way of food, they will be playing ‘house’ while we’re away.
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