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Someone once said, ‘Be grateful for what you got.’

I do think I am lucky but something was recently said which brought me up short. Do we think enough about our blessings.  I take for granted, as do a lot of people, the good things. I don’t mean good on a geo political level, or on a consumer level. No, what makes us truly happy as individuals.  We are all different after all.

I decided I would write about my happy things, but not a la Poppins,  and ask others to contribute what makes them happy so a comment would be greatly appreciated.

Obviously there is close family, The One, Pickle and my son. No pets any longer but that is not all sad, I remember my pooch which is bitter sweet happy.

Spending time in the open, woods particularly are my thing, I love trees and the wind through the leaves, shade from the heat of the sun (OK not often in the UK).

The hills near my home I walk at every opportunity and have posted pics on the Pen for anyone interested.

Now to the real stuff, there is nothing quite like spending an hour or two at my allotment. I usually manage to get there when no-one else is around which pleases me. Peace, silence, outdoors, fresh air. If only the trains would stop running … bliss.

My polytunnel. I can start my plants early, crop foodstuffs later sit in the sun if there is a cold wind and contemplate the state of nature.

I make wine, this is really cool. Tax hikes on all alcohol every year mean the cost of booze is ridiculous. Not for me, a bit of sugar and yeast (no bone char in the sugar of course) water, go for a long walk, spend time in the gorgeous Sussex countryside picking fruit or whatever growing wild in the hedgerows = wine. Less that a pound a gallon!! Contrary to popular belief it can taste quite good. However, steer clear of vegetable wines I find them generally rough as. Rosehip on the other hand makes a lovely wine.

Ginger beer, (bit of a theme developing) ginger, lemons, sugar, yeast lift off. Half a litre of this concoction is enough to send me reeling. A colleague was given a bottle. Her girlfriend then forbade me from ever providing any more. Apparently my friend got wasted on just one bottle!!! Cost about £1 for a gallon.

Cider, last Septembers pressing has just been racked, I inevitably had to taste a little, sublime. Apple juice freshly pressed, a little sugar. Cost, nothing apart from time.

These are all time consuming but stem from a love of being outside and all feed into being outside. The One loves to cook and bake so we have to rotate in the kitchen which is tiny. To make my life complete an outdoor kitchen would be great, I could prepare my booze while the one cooks at the same time.

Work, which takes nine hours of my day, (11 if you include travel) robs me of six days in every nine. But, that’s OK as it funds my house and veg plot.

My latest found pleasure is Blogging but when do I get time for that?


Posted: March 7, 2012 in Blogging is good for you
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Funny, uplifting, inspirational. Enjoy


Part I: In which our heroine suffers great trials and tribulations.

Two days after the notification that 30 pages of Lala’s novel (please, stop laughing, Laszlo) were due in days, a new problem arose in the lives of Lala and Laszlo in the shape of Lala’s eyeball.

“It’s not shaped like an eyeball anymore,” says Laszlo. “Not after what you did to it.”

“I was stressed,” says Lala defensively.

“…You tore off several layers of your cornea.”

“Can I tell this story, please?” says Lala.

Laszlo grunts and goes back to painting.

So there Lala was, blinded after removing, with overmuch enthusiasm, a contact lens.

For a few hours she collapsed over couches, tripped over sharp-heeled shoes (that she had left out) and tumbled down stairs with eyes shut and arms out. She also moaned quietly but loudly enough so that Laszlo could hear. Lala slumped into seats and…

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It is really bizarre. I have never been a diary writer. I have tried twitter. I have tried Blogger. I have tried so many ways to write ‘stuff’. Perhaps it is the time of life, perhaps it is the way my work makes me feel. Perhaps the bully boys and nay sayers have finally got to me.

I like to blog!

I do not anticipate anyone else would be interested in my words. I have no expectation that I will be seen or heard across the ether. In some strange way WordPress satisfies a need I currently feel. I have no idea how long this will go on but I want to say:



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