Everyone thinks one screaming Tarne is far too many and speaking personally I agree with them.....anyone would think I like screaming but in reality I far prefer a hot bath, good book, a glass of white and a plate of brie and bread.
mmm, actually I quite enjoyed walking along the beach yesterday as well, and it was quite nice to listen to the biker boy teaching Big Mac some chords on the guitar.
Well ok, there are lots of things and people in my life I like a lot, but today the desire to scream at everyone (at least I'm not selective) got the better of me......ok, yes, I'm big enough to admit the "again " word. Screaming got the better of me AGAIN.
Now I'd like to differentiate here. Ranting I do on a continual basis and every rant is justified, well in my mind it is, and that's what counts. Screaming on the other hand is a teensy bit self indulgent, unproductive, frightening, loud and..... enjoyable. It's the afterwards bit I don't like!
It must be fun for me otherwise why would I keep on doing it?
If you count others opinions it's because I'm a megalomaniac, I like screaming, I'm off on one again or I haven't got anything else to do.
NOT TRUE i scream it's because I have too much to do and you lot are a bunch of free loaders who contribute little and take all and worse you have p****d me off big style.
.....and now you have all walked off, some have looked at me despairingly and the youngest has stacked the dishwasher and i feel....... an overwhelming ammount of guilt and angst and disappointment and tommorrow we will start the cycle all over again.
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Monday, 11 January 2010
The Amazingly wonderful invention...bath
It's not that the bath is such a fantastic invention, although I'm not sure i want to bare all in a zinc tub in front of the fire. yes it holds a glorious amount of water and if properly plumbed in can be filled by hot and cold water as well as being able to be drained.
It's the fact that when you are cold to the core, a soak in a hot bath can be heavenly.
Now at the moment i can live without the candles, a good book and a ....glass or two of wine, you can even keep the pate and brie on cream crackers.
OK I'm a pretentious oik, listen, brie and pate are for posh people and the crackers tell you I'm from the working class and possibly crackers myself but we have been without water for 10 days now, except for 6 glorious hours!
Today we have water, mostly thanks to Mr H and the nice man from Grahams,who actually had something we desperately needed in stock, for a change.
Not only do we have water, which runs from the tap and not from a water jack, but the boiler took pity on us, probably couldn't stand the smell, and worked, giving us HOT water.
I submerged my body in a lather of hot frothy water......control yourself Mr H and declared i might have to stay there all night, believe me i would have but i ran out of chateau Mauriac and the girls hammering relentlessly on the bathroom door began to spoil my revelry.
We have heard a lot about resources recently and anyone working in the human resource industry of social care is fully aware of scarcity.
When something is scarce it is amazing how popular it can suddenly become.
In the cold spell supermarket shelves have emptied, and fresh local vegetables, cold in their earth beds have become expensive luxuries.
I sympathize, next doors sheep have eaten my Brussels sprouts.....desperate times indeed, even for sheep.
We have had water at the well, so to speak, but lugging water halfway across the field and into the house, not to mention standing in the freezing cold filling the water jacks, has been a time consuming necessity.
I'm not a young romantic maid but a shivering old hag and pretending anything else is fruitless.
By the way a water jack weighs 30 kg and can contain 30 litres of water.
One water jack flushes 4 giant dumps.
There are eight of us .....do the math for 10 days. Thank goodness no one has a coeliac problem...ooo someone does!
My arms and shoulders hurt says the Zills!
For all of you who turn the tap and have water ......it's not magic you know.
It's the fact that when you are cold to the core, a soak in a hot bath can be heavenly.
Now at the moment i can live without the candles, a good book and a ....glass or two of wine, you can even keep the pate and brie on cream crackers.
OK I'm a pretentious oik, listen, brie and pate are for posh people and the crackers tell you I'm from the working class and possibly crackers myself but we have been without water for 10 days now, except for 6 glorious hours!
Today we have water, mostly thanks to Mr H and the nice man from Grahams,who actually had something we desperately needed in stock, for a change.
Not only do we have water, which runs from the tap and not from a water jack, but the boiler took pity on us, probably couldn't stand the smell, and worked, giving us HOT water.
I submerged my body in a lather of hot frothy water......control yourself Mr H and declared i might have to stay there all night, believe me i would have but i ran out of chateau Mauriac and the girls hammering relentlessly on the bathroom door began to spoil my revelry.
We have heard a lot about resources recently and anyone working in the human resource industry of social care is fully aware of scarcity.
When something is scarce it is amazing how popular it can suddenly become.
In the cold spell supermarket shelves have emptied, and fresh local vegetables, cold in their earth beds have become expensive luxuries.
I sympathize, next doors sheep have eaten my Brussels sprouts.....desperate times indeed, even for sheep.
We have had water at the well, so to speak, but lugging water halfway across the field and into the house, not to mention standing in the freezing cold filling the water jacks, has been a time consuming necessity.
I'm not a young romantic maid but a shivering old hag and pretending anything else is fruitless.
By the way a water jack weighs 30 kg and can contain 30 litres of water.
One water jack flushes 4 giant dumps.
There are eight of us .....do the math for 10 days. Thank goodness no one has a coeliac problem...ooo someone does!
My arms and shoulders hurt says the Zills!
For all of you who turn the tap and have water ......it's not magic you know.
Saturday, 20 June 2009
Early June Saturday
The sun wasn't exactly shining but then again it wasn't raining either. The 6 'o clock alarm call had been nullified with a swift fist of destruction....lightening quick it was!
Two weeks of waking up in time to get his nibs off to work before the early bird has even thought of worms has tasken it's toll and every last second of sleep was expertly gained.
The bigmacs was off to a funeral and at 17, that's a hard thing to do. Not really wanting to face the fact the grim reaper can strike at any age and everyone you love should live forever and ever she sobbed her way into a black dress and donned a bag full of hankies.
I had just finished my first cup of coffee of the day, and yes, i know it's slobish, started yesterday's dishes when the happy singsong of 4 littlies "Nanny? Nanny! Nanny!" sped through the living room and burst into the kitchen.
Go and find auntie Zills, she's in bed, I said hopefully looking at the cafetier.
Twenty minutes later and another cup of coffee and Zombie Zills trudged martyrly down the stairs folowed by two young acolytes..... willing apprentices.
Washing machine on and another load on the line, taunting the grey sky to empty it's load we headed off down the lane to pick whinberries...."I've got a really, really, really black one Nanny" said littlie Charlie "and me Nanny" said Zills with glee.....or is it grandma?
I contemplated beating my daughter soundly with brambles....I'll give her grandma!
Half an hour later and half a cup full of berries and several snails, whom i'm assured were Bobbits best friends we returned.
Time to seek my revenge on number one daughter......
"Bet mummy would love to see those snails. Why don't we find a box and make them a nice new home and you can take them home and keep them under your bed or better still under mummies!"
Before long each littlie had an ice cream box stuffed full of leaves and bits of apple and several pretty shelled snails.
Then we collected some mint and made a jar of mint sauce.
Whilst waiting for dinner to cook we had a who can eat a very sour gooseberry without making a funny face competition....no one won!
Grumpy was back for dinner and soon after Bucket phoned for a lift home and then we walked down from the church to Bessies for a lemonade and a pint....and coincidentally there are several large trees of elder, full in bloom and the sun had come out too. Armed with scissors and bag we got enough heads to make a lot of elderflower champagne and a goodly ammount of cordial.
Serenity eventually remembered her offspring and took them and their snaily friends home.
Two weeks of waking up in time to get his nibs off to work before the early bird has even thought of worms has tasken it's toll and every last second of sleep was expertly gained.
The bigmacs was off to a funeral and at 17, that's a hard thing to do. Not really wanting to face the fact the grim reaper can strike at any age and everyone you love should live forever and ever she sobbed her way into a black dress and donned a bag full of hankies.
I had just finished my first cup of coffee of the day, and yes, i know it's slobish, started yesterday's dishes when the happy singsong of 4 littlies "Nanny? Nanny! Nanny!" sped through the living room and burst into the kitchen.
Go and find auntie Zills, she's in bed, I said hopefully looking at the cafetier.
Twenty minutes later and another cup of coffee and Zombie Zills trudged martyrly down the stairs folowed by two young acolytes..... willing apprentices.
Washing machine on and another load on the line, taunting the grey sky to empty it's load we headed off down the lane to pick whinberries...."I've got a really, really, really black one Nanny" said littlie Charlie "and me Nanny" said Zills with glee.....or is it grandma?
I contemplated beating my daughter soundly with brambles....I'll give her grandma!
Half an hour later and half a cup full of berries and several snails, whom i'm assured were Bobbits best friends we returned.
Time to seek my revenge on number one daughter......
"Bet mummy would love to see those snails. Why don't we find a box and make them a nice new home and you can take them home and keep them under your bed or better still under mummies!"
Before long each littlie had an ice cream box stuffed full of leaves and bits of apple and several pretty shelled snails.
Then we collected some mint and made a jar of mint sauce.
Whilst waiting for dinner to cook we had a who can eat a very sour gooseberry without making a funny face competition....no one won!
Grumpy was back for dinner and soon after Bucket phoned for a lift home and then we walked down from the church to Bessies for a lemonade and a pint....and coincidentally there are several large trees of elder, full in bloom and the sun had come out too. Armed with scissors and bag we got enough heads to make a lot of elderflower champagne and a goodly ammount of cordial.
Serenity eventually remembered her offspring and took them and their snaily friends home.
Thursday, 2 April 2009
One screaming Tarne is enough for one lifetime
This isn't my first blog. I've been doing another for a while now but it's disappeared into the blog ether, a bit like socks in the washing machine.
You put them in for a clean in pairs but they come out rather lonesome, never to be matched again.
Ok ....You can stop crying. They are only socks!
It's not as if you've knitted them yourself, darned them lovingly, etc.
No , you've paid £2.50 for five pairs in the market.
Now i'm a little sad about my little lost blog, perhaps it's been googled by yahoo. I must ask Jeeve to file an MSN and see if it's caught in the web.
I even had a bit of a following....My daughters, to see what i was bitching about today..... saves them taking the ear phones off!
My sons, to confirm to their mates i 'm even madder than them.
The old man, who thinks he's a new man caught in a time warp and transported to when he was 25.... many decades earlier.
What on earth am i talking about?
This is supposed to be a blog about gardening, cooking and other goodly things but as usual i've been seduced by the curry and a bottle of vino calapso!
Tomorrow i'll find some photos of my field, especially the one with lots of grass in it and then you can see what happens when you glyphosate it.....and then, as a treat, i'll show you how to plant tatoes in a laundry bag.
No, silly! Everyone knows, plant spuds in a laudry bag and they'll grow socks to match the ones left lonely in the washer.....with a bit of logic.... I think hoover did a logicomatic machine, you'll get spuds in the twin tub.
Zills this does not mean you get chips out of the tumble dryer.
OOps, sorry there ARE chips in the tumble dryer!
Chips everywhere in fact and i thought they were bad for you.
We have a toegulp (a PEUGEOT, backwards with a defective E, which looks like an L) thats had a bit of a chip mystery and is currently in the greasy garage having several old chips and bits of electronics removed as well as having a new cat and a decoke. Hopefully it will soon purr along without loosing speed and take us all to the land of moule frites and crepes before the easter bunny lays too many eggs.
See i can't be that bonkers, if the Easter bunny can lay eggs then what are the chickens doing?
Please don't send me any answers...I didn't intend to question.
You put them in for a clean in pairs but they come out rather lonesome, never to be matched again.
Ok ....You can stop crying. They are only socks!
It's not as if you've knitted them yourself, darned them lovingly, etc.
No , you've paid £2.50 for five pairs in the market.
Now i'm a little sad about my little lost blog, perhaps it's been googled by yahoo. I must ask Jeeve to file an MSN and see if it's caught in the web.
I even had a bit of a following....My daughters, to see what i was bitching about today..... saves them taking the ear phones off!
My sons, to confirm to their mates i 'm even madder than them.
The old man, who thinks he's a new man caught in a time warp and transported to when he was 25.... many decades earlier.
What on earth am i talking about?
This is supposed to be a blog about gardening, cooking and other goodly things but as usual i've been seduced by the curry and a bottle of vino calapso!
Tomorrow i'll find some photos of my field, especially the one with lots of grass in it and then you can see what happens when you glyphosate it.....and then, as a treat, i'll show you how to plant tatoes in a laundry bag.
No, silly! Everyone knows, plant spuds in a laudry bag and they'll grow socks to match the ones left lonely in the washer.....with a bit of logic.... I think hoover did a logicomatic machine, you'll get spuds in the twin tub.
Zills this does not mean you get chips out of the tumble dryer.
OOps, sorry there ARE chips in the tumble dryer!
Chips everywhere in fact and i thought they were bad for you.
We have a toegulp (a PEUGEOT, backwards with a defective E, which looks like an L) thats had a bit of a chip mystery and is currently in the greasy garage having several old chips and bits of electronics removed as well as having a new cat and a decoke. Hopefully it will soon purr along without loosing speed and take us all to the land of moule frites and crepes before the easter bunny lays too many eggs.
See i can't be that bonkers, if the Easter bunny can lay eggs then what are the chickens doing?
Please don't send me any answers...I didn't intend to question.
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