Two hundred and seventy one. I think that’s about the number of ideas I have for blog posts at the moment. But I could be a few dozen out either way…
I haven’t got my photos edited yet. In fact, I haven’t even downloaded the last couple of days of our holiday from the camera. That’s how busy I’ve been. Yesterday the sun shone in the morning so Son-who-watches-films and I got out into the garden and re-discovered the paths and lowered a hedge or two so we could see over them. We cut the willow in the front garden so the postman could get in without getting dripping leaves down his neck. And Son-who-watches-films turned over his vegetable plot ready for more planting.
We also disconnected the old washing machine which died while Partner-who-loves-tea and I were away. It died in the middle of a wash so Son-w-w-f was stuck trying to get his washing out. Eventually we managed to convince the machine of the merits of moving on through the cycle and his socks emerged – soaking wet but at least we’d got them back without having to use a tin-opener. Foolishly I then decided to try another wash to see if it would behave. It has stuck on us before but a flick of the start button has always moved it on until now. It took me another day to get the blasted thing to disgorge its contents and when it finally did they were unwashed and soaking wet. A new machine is now on its way so we will have to survive the next eight days on what clean clothes we have. I won’t mention – yet again – my foolish attack on the Gods of Data Transfer and other technology back in January…
I have had the pleasurable job of looking at all the postcards that arrived while I was away and sending thank yous to those postcrossers and friends who had taken special care to send me lovely cards. All cards are gratefully received (and were acknowledged without me seeing them while I was away) but some are particularly nice and deserve a second thank you. (My Spillchucker rejects the idea of writing thank you in the plural because ‘yous’ is not a word. But then again trying to run the two words together as ‘thankyous’ also got rejected. It’s obviously an ungrateful Spillchucker!) .
Among the blog postings I want to do are a couple of ones about Hebridean flowers, one of the beautiful beach at Arisaig, a piece about sheep, a book review summary, a diatribe about the iniquities of Kenco coffee packaging… Oh dear, there are so many. In the meantime I'll leave you with a few pictures from Annandale Water Service Station on the M74.
When I itches, I scratches.
So how long can YOU stand on one leg?
As long as you, any day!
There's a head in there somewhere!
Would anyone like a sandwich?
Every girl needs a mirror.
That's a big wake for a little girl.
Did someone say 'Bread'?
Look out, here come more of the big guys...
Now I’d better answer a few e-mails. Bye.