Monthly Archives: September 2016

Doctor’s appointments are like hens teeth around here. I rang yesterday afternoon to be told there were none this week (or next week) but I could come in for the emergency five minute clinic this evening if I wanted. I … Continue reading →

Today I had to go into Farnham. Two reasons: Firstly I had to go to an ATM to get cash to pay Kate who cut the puppies’s hair today and, secondly, to buy food for dinner tonight as Mirinda is … Continue reading →

Today was full of nothing. Even Freya was bored. Though, for a slight relief, I did take them to the park so Emma could chase a ball and Freya could make friends. Spotting me sat on a bench, Mad Sally … Continue reading →

Today I had a scan on the strange swelling on my right foot. I thought it had something to do with my knee. I was wrong. It’s apparently worked it’s way up from a tendon. It’s a harmless cyst. The … Continue reading →

Today we lit the fire in the extension for the first time since winter. We are also preparing to get the candles out again for dining. Given the sudden and seasonal change in the weather, outside dining may not be … Continue reading →

I kept seeing Tweets about the set up and progress of the country fair at Loseley Park today. We had tickets, we really wanted to go. My bastard knee thought otherwise. I spent most of the day with it up … Continue reading →

Sophie and Tom came over for lunch and a visit today. We’ve sort of gone off carbs at the moment so I invented a meal that required none. It featured chicken and Persian spices and was delicious. Instead of potato … Continue reading →

This morning dawned beautifully blue and cloudless and when the sun had reached the ideal height, I happened to glance across at the kitchen cabinets to see our very own Autumnal Northern Lights cast upon them. They are very difficult … Continue reading →

“I knew it was never meant to be serious,” said Lindsay Lindsay was talking about this week’s edition of the Farnham Talking Newspaper we’d just finished recording. She hasn’t read with me for ages. In fact, it’s probably years. I’ve … Continue reading →