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That whole chicken and egg thing

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Nothing says ‘I live in the country’ quite like eggs with chicken poo/random bits of straw and muck all over them. Here’s a clutch of beauties, laid yesterday, by our neighbours’ very handsome hens. I marvelled at how different the eggs were in size and colour, some speckled, some the most delicate shade of blue. It’s a very different experience from shop bought eggs, all shiny and uniform, clean and neatly date stamped.

That said, I was surprisingly squeamish when Bertie ran up to me and pressed one of the eggs that he’d gathered in to my hand because, silent scream, it was still warm. Somehow it felt too intimate, and kind of cruel in a way…to deprive the broody chuck of the joy of perching on her egg even though, of course, it was never going to amount to anything anyway. It’s all very well aspiring to buy your meat/dairy products etc from a known source..but having it delivered to you hand whilst it’s still warm is quite a bizarre experience. It never bothered me as a child, when my grandfather would bring milk (still warm) after milking the cows and eggs (warm and covered in stuff) for breakfast. That’s adults for you though, always overthinking things.

In theory I like knowing where my food comes from, especially meat, although I’m far from evangelical about it. The lazy part of my nature means I’m never organised enough with shopping to have a ready supply of locally sourced produce. There’s NO EXCUSE though as there are plenty of fabulous local suppliers, even doorstep delivery, and no end of farm shops and all that stuff. If I were more of a foodie I’m sure I could be passionate about it but, in the end, food is mostly just fuel to me. It’s just the stuff that I shovel in to keep me going.

That said, I think there are stirrings of more of an interest in ‘food miles’ in me. Not quite sure why although rising oil prices have at least a little to do with it. Always the way isn’t it?  It’s only when it really, really starts to hit the pocket that you finally get interested. When I say ‘you’ I mean ‘me’, obviously. Plus MrSpud is in the early stages of planning a vegetable garden which, in theory, reduces many of our food miles to a quick shamble out of the back door. Add in some chucks, and me getting over (a) my fear of chucks and (b) my squeamishness, and it’s looking pretty good. Once I’ve persuaded the boys to give up meat for pulses, beans, tofu etc then we’ll really be making some progress. We all need to eat less meat and more pulses, for all the planet and health related issues we all know about. The reality of encouraging small children to delight in beans in something else however…

It’s all just the kernel of a thought to be honest, I’m just thinking it through whilst writing it down. All brought about by one warm egg in my hand and my girlish reaction to it. Also, Diggy was at home with me today while Bertie was at school. Much to my surprise he had a 2 hour nap and I had enough time on my hands to make myself a frittata for lunch, photograph the eggs, think about the eggs, think about ‘that’ warm’ egg and then I was off…my mind was a wondering and a wandering.

Just one egg. That’s all it took.

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Portraits of me

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Presenting…me. As drawn by my children, having been tagged by MuddynoSugar from How I Like My Coffee. Her children did very expressive/funny pictures. Mine went for the ‘tell it how it is approach’. I think this is the first time I’ve ever asked my children to draw me, quite an interesting experience.

Bertie’s (5) attempt is on the left, Diggy’s (4) on the right.  Diggy has made me look like a skeleton head. That brown ring around my mouth is ‘a scarf’. Do you like my huge forearms? Bertie has done a reasonable job of depicting today’s outfit, which involves a lot of stripes. And he added my engagement ring as an afterthought. Looks like the Rock of Gibraltar.

I asked them what I was doing in their pictures. Diggy said I was giving him a cuddle (clearly the invisible Diggy). Bertie snapped back at me, “You’re not doing ANYTHING. You’re just THERE!”.  OK…

So I tag anyone who fancies playing along but in particular (assuming their children will play ball):

Muddling Along Mummy

Inner Rambling of a Mid Life Mama

Lyanne Wylde

Shopkeeperswife

BattlingOn

Mocha Beanie Mummy

Are We Nearly There Yet Mummy?

Sticky Fingers

Moments of Perfect Clarity

Landanna

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Finding a space

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76 365 Bookish

I couldn’t stand it for another day. I couldn’t bear to look at my beautiful writing room piled high with boxes and ‘stuff that doesn’t have a home yet’ a moment longer. We moved in getting on 2 months ago and, since then, I’ve been perching on the dining room table to work, do admin, pay bills, download and process photos and all that. I’m waiting for delivery of a lovely writing desk, my 40th birthday present from MrSpud, which is why I let my writing room turn in to a dump. It was due for delivery next week, but it’s been delayed for another month. I suspect it will be delayed again…and I couldn’t stand it a minute longer. I need space, physical space and head space.

The boys had a friend to play today and MrSpud was involved in Important DIY Tasks so I had the day to myself mostly (apart from regular provision of food and drink for said children). So I cleared the room, forced MrSpud to help me {wo}manhandle and old table from the ‘shack’ at the bottom of the garden. I flung a table cloth on it and TA DA…I have my writing room. It will be a few years before it’s the way I want it, since we won’t be redecorating/changing floor covering etc until after we’ve built the extension to the house. But I know how it will look and, for now, I’m happy to live in my dreams. And have a little space, full of light, all to myself. I’ve even found the key to the french doors which lead out to the scrubland garden. And we managed to open the catflap cut in to the metal plate at the bottom, which we thought was long since seized up . A 1930s catflap is something to behold. One of ours cats took it for a test drive today and managed to squeeeeeeeze through it. I can only imagine that cats in 1934, when the house was built, were rather more slender than today’s mega moggies.

Probably calling it a ‘writing room’ is rather affected. But that’s the way it was described to me when I very first looked around the house with a view to buying it and, in that moment, I fell in love with the house. It’s small, long and narrow with a glass door out to the garden and a window next to it. It’s on the ground floor, sandwiched between the dining room and the drawing room. In my mind, the lady of the house would retire here after breakfast to deal with the post and attend to her correspondence.  Oddly, there is no light fixture in the room. Either the lady of the house only used the room in the mornings, when light is so plentiful in this south facing room. Or only subtle ‘lamp’ light was allowed.

Moving on…also occupying my newly refreshed mind…a couple of snippets from Delayed Gratification which I blogged about yesterday. There’s a small feature about books which have had to be pulped due to almost unbelievable errors including ‘The Charles I Bible’ (1631) which included the achingly wonderful misprint ‘Though shalt commit adultery’ (peasants and noblemen rejoiced everywhere) and ‘The Pasta Bible’ (2010) which listed ‘salt and freshly ground black people’ in its recipe for spelt tagliatele with sardines and prosciuto. So wrong…so…so…wrong. How could that every have got through 256 proof reads? Hilarious, I giggled for ages.

Hmm…the writing room isn’t ‘quite’ the sanctuary I’d first thought. Hot water pipes in here are noisy.  The whole system is being replaced in a few weeks thankfully. I need peace to attend to my lady’s correspondence…

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Sticking with me

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56 365 Me and my boy

Things that are sticking with me right now:

  • The King’s Speech…not so much Colin Firth, who was a given, or Helena Bonham-Carter, who managed not to annoy me, but Geoffrey Rush. How was he SO overlooked in all the kerfuffle? Of course the Wet Shirty Man will always invoke hysteria, but Geoffrey Rush’s performance just ‘sung’ to me. He charmed, he stood firm, he stood by what he believed in…and he let his face do all the talking. Apart from the talking of course.  I really thought he gave an outstanding performance and it’s stayed with me since I saw the film.  First up for sticking with me: Geoffrey Rush.
  • Delayed Gratification…a brilliant new publication, ‘the UK’s quarterly almanac’. Published in hard copy only, at an eye watering £12.00 a copy. It’s a new concept and, to my mind, a totally inspired one. It reviews the news, day by day, for the previous 3 months with a view of taking an objective look at the issues of the day with the benefit of hindsight.  I heard about it on Radio 4 and was completely intrigued. £12.00 later and I’m hooked. I really hope they can make a go of it, but £12.00 a copy is a hard sell although it’s BEAUTIFUL and it’s stunningly well put together.  Second up for sticking with me: Delayed Gratification.
  • John Darwin, the bloke who faked his death 5 years ago and was then discovered living it up in Panama with his wife thanks to the power of the internet.  Too boring to go in to but I read a review of the case in Delayed Gratification. What’s interesting is that Google Images did for him, he allowed a photo of himself and his wife to be take in the offices of ‘Move to Panama’ and an amateur sleuth tracked him down. Seems idiotic of course, to fake your own death for the insurance money and then have a piccie taken. But when he disappeared Google Images didn’t exist.  Just a small reminder of how our privacy is slowly eroded, with our own permission, every..single…day.  No wonder there’s a growth industry in specialists who ‘erase’ your online presence after your death. Whether real or faked. How times change. You can’t even disappear anymore without the internet catching up with you. Third Sticky: the internet.
  • Black Swan…crap film. Didn’t have anything to say as far as I could make out? I suppose there could be something of interest to say about mental health, but it was buried under a pile of bloodied feathers.  The dancing was wonderful and, to be fair, Natalie Portman was stunningly convincing as a ballerina. Costumes were striking blah blah but, beyond that, OH MY GOD it was just really black and scary. It’s stuck with me because it was gruesome. The bit where Natalie Portman sprouts feathers through her back, and where her toes fuse together…makes me feel queasy just writing that. Fourth sticky [with blood]: dodgy swans.
  • Loving Frank…anyone read it? A historial novel about the life, and more to the point, loves of Frank Lloyd Wright. I knew nothing about him, beyond his architecture. Now I feel like I too much. He left his wife and six children for a client, who left her husband and three children for him. They brought the kind of shame and scandal to their families that doesn’t exist anymore, but was alive and kicking in the early part of the 20th century.  I could rant all evening but the whole sorry tale brought the rage on. They justified it because (a) he was a ‘higher’ being who didn’t feel the ordinary person’s rules applied to him and (b) she thought she could trot out the ‘happy mummy happy child’ argument’. Oh, and she was going to do something ‘big’ with her life, but basically just trotted around the world after Frank Lloyd Wright, dodging reporters and trying to find a role, missing her children and eaten up with guilt about the whole thing.  Worse, FLW didn’t pay his bills and thought he could justify not paying the ‘little people’ because of his ‘art’.  Seriously, I have the rage.  I stayed up late last night reading it and RAGING. And then she died, and her children died. Their manservant went crazy and set fire to the house, and killed her and her children with an axe. Hideous. Fifth [and raging] sticky is Frank Lloyd Wright and his stupid, misguided fancy woman.

And that is it. Those are the sticky things in my head right now.  Anything sticking in yours?

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Photo 365 … catching up

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28 365 Tea & Sympathy

Nearly a month since my last post? Well, that’s a month of Photo A Day to catch up on…above ‘Tea & Sympathy’ on a day that bucketloads of both were dished out.

31 365 Sundown on the City

‘Sundown on the City’ – Last rays of sun from my office….waiting for a lawyer to provide final comments on a document. YEARS of my life have been spent doing this. Still, at least there’s a wonderful view to help pass the time…

30 365 Born to run

‘Born to run’ - I had to use this shot. It’s so, so rare that we go anywhere with Diggy in tow and he actually moves in a forward direction at anything more than a snail’s pace. He walks really, really slowly in the hope of being carried. Infuriating.  During a walk along the river he voluntarily RAN and wanted to be ahead the whole time. Loving the zoomy nature of the Lensbaby here.

29 365 Restful

‘Restful’ - MrSpud in a very very rare moment of inactivity. Here he is having a sneaky sit down, exhausted by a long day of yet more house move related chores. And more flatpack furniture fun. Poor man…

27 365 New hair

‘New hair’ - Well, same hair cut and coloured differently…but same hair, head etc

33 365 Withered

‘Withered’ - Dried flowers on my dining room table. I live in the country and it is The Law that all country houses must have dried flowers in them. They smell gorgeous. I never knew that dried flowers smelt so divine. Or left little crumbly bits all over the table. Or that cats eat them. Grrr.

34 365 Contemplative

‘Contemplative’ – Miss Phoebe cat finally emerged from under the bed after 4 weeks in our new house. She doesn’t really ‘do’ change and has found the first month in our new place rather tough. She’s been venturing out once the boys have gone to bed but  she finally braved it during daylight hours. Although it was only me in the house at the time…she’s so charming, if elusive…but, GET OFF MY TABLE!

35 365 Small

‘Small’ – Mr Diggy’s fingers…sleeping…needs his nail’s cutting…

36 365 Bookworm

‘Bookworm’ – Taken on Save Our Libraries Day. I’m surprised at how passionate I feel about it, to be honest I got a little tearful contemplating our little town without its wonderful library.

I was a very eager library go-er as a child and teenager, when you were limited to 4 books at a time and your library card was actually made of card…a small pink square (blue for adults), handed over to the librarian who slotted the card from the book you were borrowing in to it and filed it away. These days I can borrow 20 books at a time, and I always ALWAYS have 20 books out at any one time. There hasn’t been a day that I’ve not had 20 library books in the house since the day I joined the library soon after we moved here.

We’re lucky to have a brand new library, opened only last year. It’s a converted Victorian school with high ceilings, large windows and has a very light airy feel to it. It’s a really vibrant place and I’ve never, ever seen it empty. Yesterday there were people studying, using the internet, chatting (naughty), reading the paper, having a knitting meeting (in another room) and having a snooze.  Here’s Bertie ploughing through one of our current library books. Save Our Libraries!

And God Bless my wonderful boy who drew a ‘Rainbow of Hope’ for his much loved and missed Grandfather ‘Batman’ at school the day before this shot was taken, to remember him by. He asked if Batman would still have died if he’d drawn the rainbow while he was still alive, was it too late? The simplicity and complexity of being 5 years old is sometimes overwhelming. xx

37 365 PARTY!

‘Party!’ – This is such a cheat shot! I didn’t take it, the Wife did. But it was taken on my camera, in my house and was processed by me so…it’s mine…right?

Diggy’s 4th birthday party, witha magician who was a huge hit as you can see from all the smiles. I endure my children’s birthday parties if I’m honest, it’s such a lot of work and hassle but they LOVE them and it’s so special having them at home.

Birthday Boy not shown as he was up the front doing MAGIC.

38 365 Diggers

‘Diggers’ – Diggery Diggers…on his 4th birthday…rosebud mouth…button nose…lashes to die for…verging on the cherubic you might say…when did you leave heaven MrDigs? And did they slip you a little extra attitude on your way out? Feel free to lose it any time soon…

Happy Birthday DiggyDo. x

39 365 Playing out til it's dark

‘Playing out til it’s dark’ – Remember how that felt as a child? Here are my boys out in the garden, holding on to the last few minutes of light for ‘just one more score Mummy before tea…PLEEEEEEEEEEASE?’.

41 365 Paved with gold

‘Paved with gold’ – Streets of our local town are paved with gold. And bokeh.

42 365 Four walls

‘Four walls’ – Plans for the extension to our new house have been shelved since the boys have taken it upon themselves to design it themselves. They aren’t bothering with drawing up plans, getting planning permission or any of that boring stuff. Instead they are taking a very hands on and practical approach. Current thinking is that they will model it with Lego and then hand it over to the builders and get them to build it. Easy.

Alas my children are very literal. So, if you happen upon a period property in deepest Suffolk with a one walled ‘extension’ in rainbow colours with a blue staircase leading to nowhere…you’ll know you’ve hit Chez Spud. Knock on the [red plastic framed perspex] door and come on in for a cup of tea.

43 365 Books do furnish a room

‘Books do furnish a room’ – I’ve wiffled on about books and the lack of them in our home before. Most have them have been in storage for a couple of years but are gradually making a reappearance. It’ll be another couple of years before they all get on to shelves but a couple of boxes made a break for it today, and I was glad to see some old friends.

44 365 A stitch in time saves nine

‘A stitch in time saves nine ‘ – Technically VERY wrong as crochet isn’t constructed from ‘stitches’ at all, it’s just all one big loop. But who’s counting [stitches]? My boys indulging in a spot of crochet. Love how they co-ordinated their work with their outfits.  Not seen: MrSpud kipping on the other sofa. Even managed to keep the boys quiet enough to allow him a well deserved afternoon nap.

45 365 Valereen

‘Valereen’ – Valereen … the lesser known twin brother of St Valentine…a combination of Halloween and Valentine…as created by Bertie and not corrected by me because it’s so charming. Other such delights I’m holding on to:

‘Washing mean’ (washing machine)
‘Wind wipers’ (windscreen wipers)
‘What is on earth going on here?’ (What on earth is going on here)
‘Ploblem’ (problem)
‘Best’ (vest’)

He’s 5. I should correct him I know but all things in good time, right?

47 365 St Paul's Cathedral

‘St Paul’s Cathedral’ – Snapped with my phone en route to dinner. Sometimes it feels like St Paul’s is the touchstone of my City working life…apart from a brief and unhappy stint in the West End I’ve always worked in the City, and within a stone’s throw of St Paul’s. Oddly I’ve only been in it twice, I think. Once for a concert and I ‘think’ once just to admire it. And I’ve had lunch in the crypt. Bit odd given I’ve worked around it for 19 years…

My first job in the City was just behind the cathedral. I spent 6 weeks getting off at the St Paul’s tube stop, and walking past the ‘huge church’. One lunchtime I said to a colleague, ‘You know, that church looks JUST like St Paul’s Cathedral doesn’t it?’. I never lived it down.

I could tell some tales of riotous nights out in the bars and restaurants which surround St Paul’s, bore you with tales of how Paternoster Square was just a windy cut through before it got all fancy, how the arrival of M&S Simply Food transformed my life…

What I mostly remember about this area is a service of remembrance held at St Paul’s just after 9/11. You couldn’t get in to the cathedral or even near it. I stood in the middle of Ludgate Hill, shut for the occassion, with thousands and thousands of City workers..in total silence, listening to the service which was broadcast down the street. I remember the silence, watched the police marksmen on the roofs of surrounding buildings, the buzz of police helicopters up in the blue blue sky and wondered if everything had changed forever.

48 365 All in a row

‘All in a row’ – railings by night

49 365 Crafty

‘Crafty’ – power crafting after school today. Floor may never recover

50 365 Bokey

‘Bokey’ – Geddit? Bokeh keys? Bokey…oh if you don’t get it, forget it…

53 365 Toy Stor[y]age

‘Toy Stor[y]age’ – It’s not a thing of beauty, but it’s tidy and accessible and that’s about as good as it gets. I suppose. Anyone needing to see what’s in each box go here

52 365 Bertie...cheeky

‘Cheeky’ – Mr Bertie, seen through a tower of dominos

54 365 New shoes

‘New shoes’

55 365 At the bottom of the garden

‘At the bottom of the garden’ – Fabulous February sunshine. We played out all afternoon and, as the sun started to sink, the boys started work on a den at the bottom of the garden. Bertie did the work while Diggy sat in a tree, singing very loudly. Dinner was eaten at breakneck speed and off the hared again, torches in hand, to finish the job.

Playing outside until bathtime, without coats on…what a treat…and a little glimpse of Spring.

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