Saturday, 17 August 2019


This is  exactly how I feel when I see things thrown away, especially when I go to the tip.
Have a good weekend.

Thursday, 15 August 2019


Here she is, my clever Grand daughter Amber.
She has her exam results and came out with 3 A's and A* in politics.
I've asked her if when she takes over from Boris if she could make sure the old age pension goes up. lol

Tuesday, 13 August 2019


Our daughter works full time, some at home and a couple of days in the office.
When she is in the office Bo goes to 'Little Bones' a doggy play group for small dogs.
He loves it and can't wait to get stuck in once he's out of the car and inside the house.
The man running this is all geared up in every respect and loves all of the dogs.
He regularly sends photos and videos of Bo while in his care and here's the latest.

They are all obviously worn out from the garden to which they have access all of the time.  The little ramp is to enable the Sausage dogs to get up onto the sofa with the others.

He sent the photo to my daughter with the caption
'I'll have to sit on the floor'  

Bo is the one on the end near the ramp.
Take a look at the website

Sunday, 11 August 2019


I so enjoyed reading this book that I just had to post about it.
I couldn't put t down and it will stay with me for a long time.

By the time she reached the age of 6, Marie-Laure had gone blind. Her father, a locksmith at the National Museum of Natural History in Paris, has helped steer his daughter through the world by creating a miniature versions of their home, their neighborhood, and its surroundings. Theirs is a relationship all families long for, and only some achieve—until the war comes crashing down around their cosseted bubble of security.

Meanwhile in Germany, young Werner has grown up an orphan, kept tethered to the world by tinkering and his love of the radio. These talents, and these passions, will see him through dark days as a member of the Hitler Youth, and, he thinks, will help keep his younger sister safe. Though he has grown up with nothing so outwardly precious as Marie-Laure, the war takes from him as well.
When the paths of Werner and Marie-Laure converge, we fully realize the cost of conflict in a way that can often be difficult to show in a textbook. We also see the genuine humanity that bubbles up in even the darkest of hours. 

Sunday, 28 July 2019


Remember this?
I'm sure some  of you will have done this in the past. lol
Remember the paper catching fire and having to let it go up the chimney? hoping that it didn't catch fire.
Remember the smoke when the wind was in the wrong direction.
I do.

Thank goodness for central heating.

Friday, 26 July 2019


Just to let you know that I am still here but have had some kind of virus that gave me a horrible rattly chest and cough.  Am still getting over it but a lot better.
What with the heat, not much has been going on here, we are both wilting.

Be back soon.

Meanwhile, I might try this pose, she looks pretty cool, lol

Briony xx

Friday, 5 July 2019


Some years ago I bought a large box of artificial flowers from the car boot and they have been in the cupboard ever since.
I knew I'd find a use for them one day and as I had a few willow wreaths, again from the car boot I made some up for the garden just to liven things up.

One on the side of the shed and another on the door.
Not sure how they will fare in the weather but they cost nothing so not worried.

This is the sad thing for us now.
We both loved the car boots and can't begin to tell you how many lovely unusual things we have bought over the years but sadly we are now a couple of old crocks who can't manage to walk around them so we will reminisce instead. lol


In this hot weather the cats are not sure where to go (all except Rupert who is still taking himself off to some place unknown to us humans, only coming home for a poo or to have some tucker, lol)

On the small square of soil in the Bijou Garden is another favourite spot, much preferred by us as we can see them and know where they are.

This morning it was Rowan's turn, it's usually Polly who is lurking here.

The Thyme was so lovely spread out in a nice round until someone decided it was nice and cool to lay on. I've had to put a flower pot with the bottom out around it to try to protect it.
Let's see if any of them can manage to balance on top of that !

The Blue Angel Clematis is once again doing well and Kitty's rose (Simply the Best) is again giving us plenty of wonderful blooms

The Jasmine has climbed all the way up the stairs and over the kitchen door and is the best it's ever been thanks to Tom's feeding routine.

We are meeting our Daughter today for a coffee and something yummy and then home to watch more tennis from Wimbledon, really enjoying it this year.

Thursday, 4 July 2019


Yesterday I received a postcard from my Grandson Tom and his girlfriend Kitty.
It came from Napoli and was shaped like a pizza.
It read, 'I thought you would appreciate an old fashioned postcard'
Usually these days its a text or email that tells that they have arrived or are having a nice time.

Only one problem. 
He sent it in February.

Tuesday, 2 July 2019


Yesterday Rupert went awol for the whole morning.
You can just imagine how we felt, he never goes far and is never out for very long.

We tapped dishes like crazy, we shook boxes of biscuits like mad things and even resorted to walking all around the local streets calling out like lunatics.
Tom was gasping and I was limping but it had to be done.

Did he respond?  NO

Previously in the morning I had heard a cat growling but thought it was Polly as she keeps them all in order but I then thought maybe it was a local Ginger and Rupert was having a ding dong with him .

We ended up sitting in the garden thinking of all the things that could have happened looking at the gate waiting for him to appear.  He didn't.

After deciding that there was nothing else we could do we went inside.
About and hour later he nonchalantly walked into the kitchen as though nothing was wrong.

He has disappeared again this morning and we now think that he has found a place somewhere in a garden to keep cool.
No doubt he will be back later when he gets peckish. 
 The worst thing is that he was probably listening to our frantic calls and just blinking his eyes, lol