Wednesday, 23 August 2017


Today was check up day at the Dentist.

I don't know why but it's troubling to me now to visit the Dentist.  I used to not mind at all but again this age thing creeps in once more and I now dread it.
I've had a long run in with Dentists all of my life.  I think I was probably given good teeth to begin with but in the 50's dental practice wasn't like it is now.

First there was the School Dentist. For me this was a large German lady who scared the pants off me and ignored all my attention seeking methods like looking at her with a plea in my eye or making aaaaah noises.
 She would whirr around with the drill and it felt like she was going  through my jaw,  in those days injections were not plentiful like now.,

Then came the really nice Irish Dentist with a lovely soft lilt to his voice who thought it was a good idea to drill all of the fillings out and replace them each time I visited.
I was young in my 20's and a bit naive and did not twig that he was probably making a mint from all of these visits.

By the time I found a good Dentist the damage had been done but the new man put things right and gave me a couple of lovely Gold Crowns and a nice small denture with a couple of teeth on it made from titanium.

Here's my surgery today, not very busy as you can see.

The problem now is that when I had my crowns etc done in the 70's they cost me nothing.  
Today these procedures cost an arm and a leg and the small titanium denture can cost anything from £800 - £1,000.   Needles to say I'm hanging on to it for grim death as another is pretty much out of the question.

Anyway, all was fine today and another appointment has been booked for 6 months time. 
More tiny brushes were bought in order to preserve the gums and a big sigh of relief was heard all over Brighton. lol

Tuesday, 22 August 2017


Over the years we've had our fair share of trauma's and family troubles and I have usually sailed through them all managing to keep cheerful and positive.
As I've got older I seem to have lost my stoic attitude and things trouble me that once would not have done so, probably because I now have more time to think.
Lately I have been quite upset by lots of things, mostly family things that I have no choice over but it upsets me and therefore it upsets Tom.
It's funny how a small thing can bring about a solution to a problem.
The other evening we were watching a programme and the actor mentioned putting a wall between them.

It was then that the solution hit me.

All I have to do is have an imaginary wall in my mind and throw all of the problems over the wall.
Every time I think of one I will remember that it is no longer with me but over this wall out of harms way.

Going to give it a good try, I'll let you know how I get on.
After all, A man's life is what his thoughts make of it, isn't it?

By the way, that's not me in front of that wall. LOL

Monday, 21 August 2017


I have just finished another WasGij jigsaw puzzle.
I forgot to show you the end result for the last one but have taken pictures of this one so that you can see what I mean about them.

This is the picture on the box.
The picture you will end up with when you have finished the puzzle is what they are looking at.

And here it is.
So you see that there isn't much to go on.
This is a christmas one but I have several for christmas and so I thought I'd get this one done.
Shame to break it up isn't it?

Friday, 18 August 2017


I do like my man to be colour coordinated...

Thursday, 17 August 2017


For some  years now we have been buying these boxes from Asda containing 8 webbox dog rolls.   We give the foxes some dog roll each night together with a bit of tinned food.
Yesterday we went shopping to buy another box and 'Hey Presto' they no longer stock them.
I'm not worried about the food as the foxes will eat anything but the gang of 5, aka  Rowan, Rupert, Willow, Princess and Mummy Polly will not be happy when I break the news to them.
These boxes are the love of their lives and they all take a turn at snuggling down in them.

I've written to Webbox and am waiting a reply.
I sort of begged them to send me some boxes if they have any in the warehouse or tell me where else I can buy them.  What a saddo I am begging for boxes, lol .   But that's what cat's do to you isn't it.......turn you into a jibbering wreck over cardboard boxes.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017


This is how Tom woke up this morning.  Rupert and Rowan back to back crashed out on the end of the bed.
After pulling his legs out he went and got the camera for this shot and they didn't move and inch, I think Rowan may have opened her eye just a tiddly bit. lol
It's only a single bed and I think he had about 18 inches of bed,  ha ha.

Sunday, 13 August 2017


If you remember, we have new neighbours next door.  They have been in now for a couple of months and are really lovely people, phew, thank goodness..

I approached them about the seagulls and explained that I put out a small amount of food for them each day and asked if they were okay with that,
 the reason being that the gulls feed on the wall that surrounds their garden.
They said that they didn't mind at all, in fact the lady was also putting a few bits on the window ledge for them.

Luckily we do not have large window sills like next door, when we had a renovation they were replaced with tiny one's.
But as you can see the original large one's are perfect for a seagull to perch on.

Now, we all know that seagulls are very, very clever birds and when this one spies the owner in his office (I found out that he is an Author) he duly stands on the sill and beats out a tattoo on the window until the owner opens up and puts out a few bits.

I'm not sure how he puts up with this as it would drive me crazy but I have asked a couple of times if he would like me to stop feeding them and he assures me its okay.

Friday, 11 August 2017


Meet Mr Haughty, lol
I found this pot at the car boot years ago and bought it for 50p.
This year I gave him some hair, I think he likes it well enough.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017


I'm not sure exactly when this happened but I find that I am no longer interested in chocolate.
It may be an age related thing as there are other things that I used to crave for and no longer do.
Once upon a time I couldn't go into any shop without coming out with one, or more likely two bars of some kind of chocolate.

But don't worry, I'm not that saintly, I've gone over the these instead, lol
Anyone else realised that their tastes have changed?


Just to give you some idea of the size of Rupert, here he is laying on the large footstool.
This footstool is 30" long and when he lays full length and stretches out he overhangs both sides.
Look at that lovely face, Dad's giving him his morning tickle.
Sorry about the foot.  lol