Retirement

Now it’s not on the cards for a good few years yet, but having had a couple of sick days this week it’s got me wondering what I’ll actually do should I get to retirement.

I really wanted to watch the Winter Olympics, however after the telly being on all Wednesday while I lay dozing on the sofa has almost put me off of it all.

Summer months I think will be easier, lovely walks unrestricted by the clock, lazy lie ins, though I’m not a lie in sort of girl…

I love a good book, a jigsaw, money will be tighter. Should we consider another dog? I’d love one in theory, however at the moment working 3 days a week it wouldn’t be easy, though daughter is willing to have joint custody! On a lovely Summers evening there’s nothing better than a dog walk, however the amount of wind and rain we’ve had lately has made me glad I don’t need to wrap up and go outside once I finish work. I suppose when retired I could pick my walkies schedule.

The flu/Covid or whatever it is has rattled through the family next door and now me. Being rather fed up of it lingering, this morning I decided to pretend it didn’t exist.

The boys came around to paint their clay scenes made a few weeks ago…how much energy would that need…apparently quite a lot…now feel wiped out and I was literally dolling out tiny amounts of different paint colours and reminding them to wash and dry their brushes in between swopping colours.

One boy took his time, thought about what colours to use…

And one boy wanted to finish first, using his brush rather like a scrubbing brush, constantly washing the brush and swopping colours…

I basically let them get on with it…there is only one way to learn after all.

Apparently next time we are making castles…oh heaven help me!

Anyway, I hope you are by and large feeling well, and happy. Just managed to place a quick Morrisons order for tomorrow. The taste buds aren’t playing ball at the moment and I fancy absolutely nothing except what I don’t have…extra strong mints…so hopefully they will arrive and be just what the Dr. ordered, along with some orange Lucozade.

Blessings J. x

A Bimble They Said

So last Sunday, with the weather unusually quiet I was persuaded to hop in the car and make the journey to Cutcombe near Dunkery Beacon.

Our destination Snowdrop Valley. Sounds all rather romantic and pretty doesn’t it…it was…kind of.

Unfortunately it has been very wet of late so think mud…lots of lovely mud…steep woodland and someone who is not as fit as they like to think they are!

Anyway, a few photos…

Scary beasts guarding the church

Looks rather ancient…

Pretties

The story is the monks planted the snowdrops in the 13th century to celebrate Candlemas

Then came the realisation that having come down the valley we then had to work our way back up. Oh how my muscles worked. Thank goodness for the walking pole I had. It was steep. Beautiful, but I feel a once in a lifetime need to walk! It took us about 3 1/2 hours with a short stop for picnic lunch.

We also found some of these…I think they might have been Elf cups…

Blessings, J. x

A Chill Wind

 Oh my…what a night…having been alerted to some strange happenings the night before by neighbours we checked our CCTV and sure enough had had some visitors. 

Apparently they had spent the night down the dead end road opposite having driven in a ditch. Strangely waiting until 05:30 in the morning to start ringing doorbells. 

Not going to lie, they had at least one phone, which looked very much like it was used to take a picture of hubbies van and then our front windows. We actually heard something that woke us, but then it stopped so presumed it must have been the cat fence playing up in the rain. Then kept getting flashes of light through the curtains…that was the torch flashing to see round the back.

Now they really were in a ditch, so why wait all night then wake people up on a Sunday morning so early?

If you have a phone why not phone someone for assistance. 

Why cover your face with your hood when you look up and notice security cameras?

So many unanswered questions…

So you know the film Home Alone…yep we are out to protect our home in whatever way necessary…though I really didn’t sleep much last night.

Also both us and our neighbour found marks to the right of our doors that we’ve not noticed before, could be a coincidence, or not.

Turned bitterly cold here as the morning has worn on…I mean really raw. Is the Beast stirring?

Anyways, life still busy busy, and now have to be night watchman too…

I’ll leave your with my flattish fail loaf of maslin sourdough bread…now if I threw that at somebody up to no good they’d certainly know it…

Keep warm, keep safe, blessings J. x