Saturday, 30 July 2016

Planning my raised beds


I am planning the raised beds for the back garden here.  We have lots of left over bricks from the house, they would only have to return them and we would not be refunded for the over order.  We will therefore use them some where else.  i.e. veggie beds.

Do you have any suggestions or tips?  I am open to all advise and help with this.  Also, I have noticed a huge difference in my tomatoes this year, I have been watering with tap water and not water from the rain butts.  I think this is the problem.  Have you had this problem?  

I woke up properly at 5pm, I have had a migraine since yesterday.... urgh.  I feel better now.  Tomorrow is next years veggie garden planning day!  Hooray

Hope you are having a good weekend. 

Monday, 25 July 2016

Put it in your calendar




"Schools out for summer!", *air guitar*.

I am going to upset a few people with this post, I am going to talk about the seasonal big C.  If you cant take it, go and have a cup of tea in the sunshine.  Come back tomorrow!

For the rest of us here, that are obsessed with being on time for everything and hate people who say "oh my god!, its nearly Christmas, where has the time gone?!?!".  Seriously people, Christmas is the same date every year get your selves together.

As there are so many of us, and some of us are more fractured in our individual families (through divorce, (which parents year is it?), being in another country, will the baby arrive before, after, during?).  We have to plan in advance.  We used to sort it on Boxing day, but with it getting to the point of Great Grandchildren, it is a logistical nightmare and the RAF tent we have no longer holds us all in my Parent's backgarden.  It is now a case of book your seat, if you dont say yes now, then you arent coming.  Harsh but true.

This weekend I have conference called, text and emailed.  Book your seat now.  I have seen a Holiday Home that we can rent for the 2 weeks really cheaply, and that has 2 rooms that have a divider and we can seat everyone, with babies on laps.  Time is of the essense.  

The stuffing competition is on again, lets hope my Niece doesnt win for a third year!  

The emails of what food people will bring have already started to arrive.  It would seem that the younger generation are more into getting sorted for Christmas than the older generation.  This is your reminder Family of mine, reply before Sunday!  Thank you.

I have already bought my Saint Nicholas (6th December) sweets, that were on offer in Tescos, reduced to clear.  Jelly Beans and ET's favourite - Reeces Pieces, expiry date 2018! Go for them people - you canfind them in the World Foods Aisle...  Clog filling is high on little peoples minds.

Got to be ready.  Got to be planned.  The spreadsheet is ready.  

Lets prepare.  Are you planners?  Or fly by the seat of your pants people?  If you save £10 a week till Christmas you could have the money to buy all of your food for the festivities.  There are 22 weeks to go!  Ready,Get Set, SAVE!

Friday, 22 July 2016

And Now for something completely different


After what must have been the weirdest work telephone conference call  I have ever had in my life.  Lets look at something completely different from the building site that is my home.  Yes, I am working at home on my contract.  Yes, the dust is everywhere, huge clouds of it floating across the garden from where they are cutting the roof tiles.  Yes, I am slightly deranged at present.

The i key on my keyboard needs bashing to make it work, I *bash* suspect building dust.   I *BASH* have an extension cable into the falling down green house, where I am surrounded by bits of off cut timber.  My colleagues think it is idyllic working from home in the village...  They havent heard the builders swearing, 3 different radios, tuned to different stations, the nail gun banging. the hammering, the circular sawing the hole cutter going in the new bathroom.  It is all necessary, but boy is it loud at the moment.  I therefore give you the above YouTube of Time Warp Wives, (although I think I have posted it before).

Enjoy everyone.  I hope you are having a good time in the sunshine and will have a brilliant weekend.

Be kind 

Sol x

Tuesday, 19 July 2016

E.T. "Home"



For as long as I can remember, on long car journeys to see my Grandparents, past the stinky cellophane factory near Glastonbury Bridgewater.  It used to make me car sick from the smell, as we hurtled up the M5, towards Bath.  

"We are going back home", she would announce, proceeding the journey.  Then there would be a flury of car prep, oil, tyre pressure, water.  All the presents and plants that had been grown from seed would be thrown carefully placed into the Vauxhall Viva.  With its lovely grey vinyl seats, no seat belts so you slid from one side to the other on roundabouts.  

A couple of spoonfuls of {Phenerganwould be given to me and my Gran that lived with us at that time.  It used to knock me out, most of the way from Devon and as if on cue, I would wake up for the STINK FACTORY.

But I digress.

This Eden of Home, came about as everyone in my Family, calls Bath and the surrounding area "Home".  It is little wonder then that my little girl ambition, other than to be a house hold name as an Architect, (my Father's influence that never came to be), was to own a house in that buttery coloured stone, with Georgian windows, railings and with attic rooms like the eyes of a frog on the top of the house.

My house may not be made of Bath stone, but the more cheaper 60's material of Bradstone.  It is the same colour but is not quite right.  Nonetheless I am super pleased to have half way made part of that dream real.  A Cotswold stone coloured home.  And now one of the other things that I aspired to.  A home with frog eyes.  The dormer windows are starting to look real from the inside and out.  As I type this, we have tiles going onto the roof! (Will wonders never cease?).

You watch all of the make over programmes, the extensions, the loft conversions...  and you feel bad for the owners of the house, when they say things like "The rooms are so much smaller than I thought".  We went with that thought, that the rooms would be not as large.  I have therefore been quite pleased with the sizes.  

We now have stud walls internally and every so often a head will pop around the lounge door, "can you come and tell me where you want the toilet and basin".  or "Which way do you want the door opening?".  

At present I still cant imagine all of the spaces, the plaster board is going up, over the insulation.  And then for the plastering.  It is like a pop up book I tell you.  By lunch time everyday the rooms are different.  A little more real, a little more solid.

Still no one can tell me if a loft becomes an attic once you can sleep in it, or if the word loft and attic are the same thing...

Whats your dream?



Monday, 18 July 2016

We All Need a Laugh...




I needed a laugh, please also enjoy the above YouTube.

As nail guns fire over my head, builders are singing off tune, the building inspector has been and gone.  We still have full skips on the drive.  

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I have turned into some mad crazy Womble, who seems to think that every single piece of wood coming out of the loft, could be made into something or at least burnt in the stove.  The garage and greenhouse (the greenhouse that gets no sun and is rotting away slowly), are completely full with bits of stuff.  In years to come someone is going to be here for one of those Hoarder TV programmes where they ask the person "Why did you keep this?  Does it have any significance?"...  there will be a slow nod from me, "I dont know why I kept it or got it out of the skip to tell the truth"...  In my head I will be silently screaming "because the build was making me nuts?  I have to have all of the lumber from the skip incase it is cold and I cant help myself than pick it all out like Stig of the Dump...  I might of needed it right?",  *looks around crazy eyed* and mouths the words "My Precious".

Send help, I've gone Womble Mad!

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