The Aroma of Love and E-Reader Conundrum

Bloggie friends!

I stink! Literally! Just like my bad poetry!

I’ve not had any hot water for the last 6 days. Yes, during the coldest snap in all of the UK.

Tomorrow the plumber arrives. With his big wrench. Ahem.

Charlie says: I clean my foot before I taste the glittery ball. (No he didn’t!)


Of course I look forward to struggling to reach my front door for the amount of Valentine’s cards I’m going to get through the post! LOL!

Also over at lovely Kim's Musings on a Small Life, she's contemplating going over to the Dark eSide and buy an e-reader other than Kindle. Post here. She lives in Canada! Don't let that put you off! LOL! But seriously! All I can think of is that other e-readers have covers you can flip open! I like that! Any e-reader thoughts to share please?

We shall see y’all on the other side!

p.s. I don't really stink - I boiled lots of water for my daily ablutions! LOL!

The Loo Syndrome

Bloggie friends!!

I was absent yesterday as I had a plumbing emergency!

But not to worry – I found what I needed to do via some amazing video clips on the internet, showing me how to tackle the “non-flushing loo syndrome” Ahem!

Ya know – living alone (with Charlie of course!) and being a gazillion miles away from family and friends, the internet has been such a godsend helping me keep my sanity and allowing me to live as independently as possible.

I mean of course nothing beats human one on one contact, but I really don’t think I’d have survived these past 3 and a half years alone without the resource and community that is in virtual land and blogworld!

Charlie says: Please be so kind as to open the door so I may greet the sun.



Enjoy your day, bloggie friends!

A plumber with a big wrench

Intruder alert!

The Cat and I huddle in fear and trepidation while Tony the plumber stomps along in the loft, runs up and down staircases and gallops in and out of the house. All to fix the water tank.

The only safe place for the Cat is behind the door of my little office space. At first she stares up at me with big black eyes. Then she falls asleep.

It's my turn to find my own safe place. Or places.

And I find them here:

Ann's poem inspired by the everyday.

Kate's flash fiction story.

Catdownunder's father's wisdom.

fairyhedgehog's amazing Rufus and hammock!

EllenB's reflective piece.

KarenG's evil laugh. Much nicer than the plumber's stomp.

Joel Strickly's oh so true silliness.

SF's (and now mine!) wishlist.

Spinster of the Parish's knowing observation. No it's not a rant!

Welshcake's dog that she doesn't have!

My horror at discovering Lexi's real surname (you're forever Revellian to me!).

Constantly clicking Guy Saville's site so he'd get lots of hits and finally gets published! Come on Curtis Brown do yer job! :-)

And because I do love planting something and watching it grow to goodness knows what, I await with anticipation the progress in Kate's garden.

And because I do love baking I hope to see more yummy fudge and buttery goodies at Plain Jane (anything but!)'s and more yummy pastry experiments at Lacer's.

And the many, many, many, more blogs I continue to visit and the many, many more I hope to discover soon.

The Cat's and my equilibrium are now fully restored.

Oh and the overflow pipe no longer leaks. Thank you, Tony.

p.s. I did offer Tony a cup of tea but he didn't like the soya milk that went with it.

pps. And this was Tony's parting adieu: "I've never seen anyone with so many shoes."