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2007/8? to 2023

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Mr B bought me a new laptop. The old one is probably 15-16 years old. The problem with new tech is that you lose days that you will never get back out of your life getting things set up, working out where they have hidden the essentials in the clever new layouts, working out how to block the ads and all the other shite the system tries to sell or push onto me, and uninstalling all the useless 'apps' that come already installed and taking up space and processing capacity (and the associated data consumption). At last I am typing on a full sized keyboard again and have keys that move the cursor back and forth. Yay! The photos are still on the phone so to some extent, from a blogging point of view, this is a step backwards. I have got used to words and photos all together on the phone - even if it was a one finger typing experience. Being Easter this weekend, I have promised not to work. Well - not work hard. I think that means no gorse clearing, no digging posthole...

Boundary

Previous owners of the neighbouring property played fast and loose with the boundaries and put up a fence that, far from straight, strayed over 2 metres into our property. It was like that when we bought it and by the time I came out from UK to study what we'd bought, the neighbouring property had new owners too. I noticed the wildly out of alignment fence but was still figuring out how to raise the subject with the neighbours (great neighbours by the way - fabulous - lets call them M&F), when a second neighbour (L) with whom we and M&F also share fences pointed out the startling kink. "L is a stickler for straight" said M&F, "He'll want to straighten it out." And sure enough he did; built a whole new fence as a continuation of one he was building along his boundary with me. It is entirely agricultural - warratahs (also called Y-posts or standards) and 'hurricane' netting. It's dog-proof - that's all M&F are looking for - and...

With Intent

Can you do the birdfeeders this morning? she yelled over her shoulder as she clattered down the stairs. It is a commuting day and Mr B is still in bed. On commuting days F has a list she rattles through before flinging herself out the door: shower, feed ME, make a cuppa and deliver it upstairs, clean my litter tray, pack her lunch, check she has phones, spectacles, train tickets, music (choir days), do the dishes left from last night and gulp down her tea. I sit by the French doors overlooking the lawn and the birdfeeders. 3 crows are lined up watching F through the kitchen window. That robin is sitting on the fence also keeping tabs on the human activity indoors. It is light early now and the sun is nearly above our horizon... "Oh, alright" she mutters and stumbles out to the garage, a corner of which is stocked with buckets of suet pellets, fat balls, birdseed, sunflower hulls and mealworms. When she re-emerges, the crows don't even fly away....

Allotment

I finally got to visit the new plot. It is about half the size of our old one, but it has a glasshouse, and beggars can't be choosers apparently. Needs a bit of a tidy up F. Nice and warm in here though. There should have been before and after shots but F was so keen to get going that she got straight to work with her shovel and turned a good part of it over before thinking that I might want to make a blog post subject out of it. She has a couple of cubic metres of soil to move out of two heaps that someone tried to describe as compost. She is going to use that to start rebuilding the height of the plot. Generations of 'scalpers' have dug away so much soil that the plot is well below the level of the surrounding paths and, in the recent climatic conditions, has established itself as a pond. Ditches around the edges do little to relieve that problem - there being nowhere for them to drain to. In fact, the ditches are just ankle breakers for unwar...

Speaking of Gloopy Juice....

F arrived home from laiki with several kilograms of cheap tomatoes and set about making passata to seal into some jars. The bowl of green things in the background and below have various names (depending on where in the world you hail from). F calls them okra. When you cook okra, they make a gloopy juice too - more glue than juice in my view, but she eats it. In fact she seems to like them fried up with onions and lashings of Grenadan allspice, cooked down with a generous quantity of that passata she is making, and served on couscous with chopped up fermented lemons (Moroccan style). Do you think perhaps she is mixing her influences here? Fermented lemons (or possibly Fur-mented lemons, I have seen what grows on top) are in a 'crock' on the bench, and seem to be getting added to everything these days. They certainly ensure I don't go sniffing too closely at her plate. It smells like something she might clean the bathroom with. O...

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My Quiet Life in Suffolk

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An English Homestead

Beehive inspection - first of the year
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It's A Crazy World

The scent of wisteria.....
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EAGLETON NOTES

The Ability to Remember and Memories.
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Coming Up Close

Xmas decorations
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RETURN OF THE FOX
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Life In New Zealand

Farewell My Friends
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