Mud, mud, glorious mud

They came and started the transformation of my garden today. The existing large and, sadly, defunct pond will be moved and the shrubs flanking it on one side have been taken away as, alas, have the extraneous conifers along the back fence. Don’t worry....

Ramp

I am not feeling great this evening after a run through of my diploma songs which, whilst not perfect, didn’t seem as downright bad to me as to the person accompanying me. This experience has been enough to shake my already fragile self confidence to the core,...

Taking down the Leylandii

  The next stage of the house project is to reconstruct the garden so that the panorama from our kitchen is lush and green. We are hoping to have good quality artificial turf laid both because it is low maintenance and doesn’t need mowing, feeding or...

Fresh orange

Well, it’s not quite the clutter-free space it should be but this is the view from my utility room where, this morning, as every Sunday morning, I tackled the second tranche of ironing of the week, whilst listening to #TheArchers omnibus. I liked the sun beyond...

Mum! Shivaji’s staring at me.

  He’s not made of gold. He’s a plaster statue painted with gold paint and I’m not even sure how we acquired him. I think it might have been on the trip to India just after we we married, when the young men of my Grandmother’s village took...