Thursday, 31 July 2008
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Although all the ISP's must have known of the lightning strikes - much of the midlands had broadband disruption - they are proving difficult to negotiate with. Virgin made me (with my wonky knees) crawl under my desk and unscrew the baseplate of the telephone connection to our house! A neighbour of mine had already produced a new modem and ASDL filter to prove that the problem was not mine alone.
Coming back from swimming today I stopped at our post office and there was a big burly man in a headscarf, earings and tattoos trying to sort out their connection. I asked if he had any clout with BT to just get one single engineer out and sort out our problems - it would save a lot of the villagers trying to convince the ISP's it is not just a single domestic problem.
OFCOM here we come! Oh drat - I do not have an internet connection at home to find out their address! OFCOM just you wait - Rural Villager will be at your throat!
See you soon all blogger friends!
Sunday, 27 July 2008
Saturday, 26 July 2008
Friday, 25 July 2008
A lot of old boilers will be steaming through our village during the coming week as they head towards their destination. With their puffing and rattling we can hear them coming - the camera will be at the ready!
Thursday, 24 July 2008
Suddenly a huffing and puffing of a different kind - from Rescue Dog. We had blown up a balloon to fill out our 'Waspinator' - it had been discarded and Rescue Dog was having fun - I think he must have known about balloons in his previous life - he pranced and danced around nosing the balloon - the inevitable happened - it burst!
A 'Waspinator' is a fairly new invention - made of some kind of cloth that is coloured to look like a wasp's nest. When puffed out - hence the balloon - it can be hung up and the idea is that wasps think it is an enemy colony and keep well away. As Husband is an anaphalactic (spelling?) we thought we would try it out. The instructions suggestion was to fill out waspinator with a balloon but we found scrunching up newspaper does the trick much better.
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
I grabbed the camera and took up a good position in the field - avoiding all cowpats. I think I took over 40 shots. These two photos have been quickly uploaded. I shall look forward, after my morning swim, to viewing the rest and weeding out the not so good ones.
Monday, 21 July 2008
Sunday, 20 July 2008
We decided to dispose of a waist high corner cupboard - triangular shaped. To anyone geometrically inclined, they will realise that square or rectangular boxes will not use up the space efficiently in this cupboard.
Husband bought a flat-pack and was busily employed in the garage fitting it together - I left him alone. Eureka - about an hour later the job was done. Previous to this we had bought a similar flat-pack of the same design but smaller. On that occasion I helped Husband put it together and it took over four hours to do the job! So I must surmise that men at work should be left completely alone.
The photo on the new chest of drawers is of Abraham my first horse. He was a 14.2 thickset cob and carried me and my Wonky Knees safely for about 5 years.
Saturday, 19 July 2008
Kemble steam rally takes place in two weeks time - I love it! My brother-in-law and wife have restored an old Daimler belonging to Husband's father and the car has been entered in the classic car section. Not sure, but I think the car must be 40 years old. This will be its first outing since restoration and we will keep our fingers crossed it arrives here carrying John and Sarah to our house from Cambridge. Then it will be a couple of days of picnic hampers etc whilst I ride Supatrike around the old steam engines hoping to catch more photos like this. I might get a steam up all of my own!
Friday, 18 July 2008
How many ears does Davy Crockett have?
He has three
One left ear
One right ear
and one Wild Front'ear'
Thursday, 17 July 2008
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
We decided to go for a picnic today near the River Windrush at Little Barrington. We drove down a quiet narrow steep little lane towards the river. The lane was lined with perfect little cotswold cottages - I noticed these stone ducks on a window sill.
We parked our car at the end of the lane near a footbridge that spanned the river and settled down. Rescue dog immediately spied a new friend who obviously resided in the cottage nearest to the bridge. Talk about Little and Large!
Our picnic consisted of quiche, cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches, strawberries and cream swilled down with Ginger Beer! We relaxed to the sound of the river and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees. It was extremely peaceful. Loud laughter was heard and two anglers hove into view. We asked them what was so funny - one of men replied he had just heard a rather dirty joke, not to be repeated - so I told them the ocelot joke (see my last post) - there was more loud laughter! The fishermen wandered off and peace was restored.
Sunday, 13 July 2008
Saturday, 12 July 2008
Friday, 11 July 2008
Husband and I share a desk diary. I noticed a few days ago there was a very scribbled entry for today which read 'golf'. I assumed this meant Husband was playing golf - as you would.
I am informed this morning that no - he is not playing golf - we are hosting his golf buddies and their wives to a BBQ which I think will actually be occurring in the rain!
I once cured Husband of hanging his suit on my wardrobe door (why not his own side) by placing a coathanger or other uncomfortable objects in his side of the bed every time the above mentioned suit appeared hanging on my wardrobe door. This certainly worked! I shall now be hatching up a cunning plan to try and cure husband of leaving me in the dark over social engagements.
Thursday, 10 July 2008
This award has zoomed over cyberspace to me fromNuts in May - thanks a million!
Don't know what to say really except I was inspired to start my own blog not very long ago after reading some really interesting material and lovely photos from all you bloggers out there!
I would like to pass this over to Just Another Day on the Prairie . I found this via a farmblog directory just a few days ago. Take a look - the photos are amazing. Of course being a tomboy I would love to be out on the range with the cowboys!
Wednesday, 9 July 2008
This horror story happened about 21 years ago. My son and I had been to the same hairdresser for about 10 years and I thought the hairdresser knew our family well. Son was at his last term at public school where he was Deputy Head of School, Cricket Captain etc etc etc. He had a few days between exams and so came home mid-week. Son, who was 18 (I think) at the time, wandered off to hairdresser. Son asked hairdresser for a hair-cut a bit more unusual than normal - big mistake!
Son arrived home - I was speechless with anger! Son had a sort of mohican/hedgehog appearance on top, bald sides and a trellis work effect at the back. This boy had to go back to school and captain a cricket side! Pre-empted situation by ringing up school and Son was allowed back just for the cricket but had to wear a sun-hat jammed on his head!
I rang up hairdresser and apportioned half the blame on him - he knew the strict regulations of haircuts at schools in those days. I told him I would never ever enter his shop again - and I haven't! (Might have very long hair by now)???
This hessian canine arrived to 'guard' our front door - I think my mummy rescued him from a display stand where garden and kitchen ware
I hope he does not eat all my biscuit treats!
Tuesday, 8 July 2008
Monday, 7 July 2008
Sunday, 6 July 2008
Saturday, 5 July 2008
Yesterday a rash of three posters appeared on this pole and had obviously spread like a bad case of chicken pox to many other telegraph poles. I took the posters down and Supatrike took me around the village as I looked for a suitable alternative place to pin the posters up so that they could germinate. I could not find another pole which had not already caught the infection!
Friday, 4 July 2008
Thursday, 3 July 2008
Wednesday, 2 July 2008
Eventually met a sheep farmer from Scotland - we both got on well and he did his level best to enjoy my interests. One day my Dad said "Don't put your eggs all in one basket" - so I looked at my computer sheet of four names (I had been too shy to make the initial contact) and decided to write to one - but which one - in the end I chose the one with the nicest sounding name! Eventually a letter (full of spelling mistakes) came back from Nice Name including a fab photo and I remember my mum, dad and myself (son eating rusks or something similar) pouring over this photo. The letter said he would drive down from London to see me. Well . . . . . . we hit it off from the moment we met.
Sheep Farmer and Nice Name had different methods of arranging their lives. Sheep Farmer would look at his diary and make a date. Nice Name would just suddenly ring up out of the blue and suggest we should go out that night. The inevitable happened. I had a date fixed with Sheep Farmer one Wednesday night - Wednesday afternoon Nice Name phoned and said he would be with me within the hour! By that time I liked Nice Name better than Sheep Farmer so I did the most terrible thing - I still remain deeply embarrassed.. . . . . . . . . .
I said yes to Nice Name and rang Sheep Farmer and told a whopper - my father had had a severe epileptic fit and had been rushed to hospital. Sheep Farmer said how sorry he was. I proceeded that night to see Nice Name.
The weekend arrived. It was very very hot. We had front door and garden door open to keep a breeze running through the house. All the family were in the garden sunbathing (son must have been toddling around). Doorbell rang and there on the doorstep was Sheep Farmer with a huge bouquet of flowers for me - he could see straight through the house into the garden where my father was in a very healthy condition for someone who had had a severe epileptic fit. Sheep Farmer with downcast eyes left never to be seen again. I later married Nice Name who is now Husband and we live happily ever after.
So Sheep Farmer if you read this blog - I am truly sorry for treating you so shabbily.