Ribbons

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Curtains and apples and bobbins for two.

One for me and one for you.

Search for the hidden, reach for the skies.

Listen hard, listen well, to all those cries.

If only everyone had an Auntie Elsie to make them such a wonderful blanky.

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Here is where I sit after feeding the animals and lunching up the lunchables for the man. Dawn arrives and i watch her from my cozy station then I jump yoga wise into my day.
OK so today I jumped hot bath wise into my day and am now by the fire because it's bloody freezing.
But you know once I adjust to the cold climate I'll begin again with the stretching of body after the mind.

Ah, Pierrot the tabby tortoiseshell.

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A cozy life,as a cosy kitty.

Dreams of tuna, and birds all pretty.

Safe from the weather, wrapped up in wool.

Loved forever, life's never dull.

No life is never dull. Unfortunately this mornings poetry and reverie of cute kittyness, was rudely disturbed by Neznoir (also known as Prince Tigerpuss) puking rather violently at the top of the stairs. I wondered why he hadn't eaten his tuna. Now I know. I gently scooted his Highness outside to finish his ablutions while I stroked his wretching arching back till he had finished.

Suited up in rubber gloves and welllies atop of my pyjamas I cleaned up the surprisingly large amount of poisonous cat vomit. Lovely. Thank God for rubber protection and bleach. While scooping, bleaching and scrubbing I thought of my cousin Diane and her entourage. She has three children, several cats, an occasional dog, and a husband. I imagine she wins on the clearing up sick stakes. Oh, the reality of dependants I mused to myself as I prayed for friends and family mid-mopping.

My present concern is will I ever manage to remove these wellies which (after the obligatory scorpion check) I rapidly jammed on my feet over my thick pyjama socks. It may have to be a surgical removal, but I am off to give an english lesson to my doctors secretary this afternoon. So I haven't too long to wait......

The moon, the moon, the inconstant moon.

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The moon , oh inconsistant ball of mucas forming cheese.

I am released from its monthly grip of mental torture , pain and blood.

It remains high in todays blue sky.

But quite frankly so am I.

Oh the joy of the bi-polar high.

And so I have started my day with coffee, honey biscuits and chocolate.

The corner stone of any healthy heart.

I have already cleaned my bathroom, ah the fresh aroma of jif masked by essential oil of lavendin.

I have rearranged the bedroom and now I have thrown wide open my doors and windows downstairs to let in the cold fresh air and the sunshine which has yet to reach my door.

My washing hangs wondering when it will be brought back in and replaced.

What a beautiful beautiful day.

May it always be this way and may yours be the same.

faery dreams

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I took this picture in my garden, just five minutes ago.

She's still there.
I see her flying near and here,
among the clover,
through the grass,
with her cheeky little fairy ass.

Yes Gina it really is sunny today, I promise.

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Today is a beautiful day.

I show it to you

through kitty sock play

The sun it still shines

Bright blue are the skies

why does my heart sigh.

breathe

Breathe write, write breathe
to write is to breathe,
to breathe is to write,
write
breathe
be yourself
be who
be you
be who
be me
not you
i am me
you are you
what is it that makes you you
what is it that makes me who
me
not you
dont worry about what others think
the only way for me to help you
is for me to be me
and you to be you
you
not me
i am me
you , you are you
we , we are who
you
and me
we are we
i am me
you are you


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Gracie moo moo the walrus

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Technically this is not one of my best photos but look at her happy face!

The face of a dog who just unwittingly ran over the edge of a large precipice and managed to run the long long far away way round back to me and Sarah.

Oh how we laughed till we were hooting, as we watched the cuddly soul disapear into the distance in search of an easy route back into the vast forestry.

Our hooting stopped and changed into desperate whistling and cries of "GRACIIIIEEEEE"

Till we saw her wobbling rapidly towards us in the distance.

At which we commenced hooting and I had to sit down feeling rather glad that I had relieved my bladder before the walk.

It was loving laughter and she recieved due cuddles upon her arrival.

ah! Look how happy she is.....

Caf'é La Bourse à Bagnols sur Ceze.

All images and text copyright and sole property of J.R.Marsden I sat in a café to think,

I ordered a nice little drink,

I wrote down some words,

they sounded like turds,

and so I made this up instead.

How I will make it through todays hormonal roller coaster ride.

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Lord, I put my hope in you.

You are my light and fire.

I lift my eyes.

You lift my heart.

Take my hand,

Lets walk together.

Before, behind, in any weather.

Joyeoux Anniversaire mon Papa!

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Portrait of the Father.

Oh father of mine,

You are to far,

for us to join and dine.

so I send you my heart,

it flys to you by fairy dart.

Did it reach you?

Do you feel it?

Did it get there in time?

In time for you to know,

how much I love you so.

You named me,

You prayed for me.

And here I am all yours.

Living far away,

in a place you don't often go.

Our paths don't cross ,

but our hearts do,

and all the while the webs.

The webs of time,

the silken weave,

Upon my life the imprints leave.

You taught me things you cannot know,

I chose the way I wanted to go.

You taught me how to be myself.

Thank you dad,

Look after your health.

Morning coffee

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I stood in my morning room and placed my coffee by the window. The dim light from the hallway made everything seem just a little bit magical. I stood and looked out of the big window.

It is the length of the tiny room.

I saw a neighbours light flicker into life.

I love mornings.

I love to get up and be welcomed by a chorus of mewing tuna songs.

Today was no different. All but one are fed. Grogné is still afraid of the cat flap.

As I stood in the semi dark with my warm coffee. I looked across the street at the lit house of our neighbour. She too was in her dressing gown, and she opened her door and called for her cats.

They have six cats. How even lovelier ,I thought , than our four.

Now I sit with the light on writing my morning pages.

I've finished my delicious coffee. I only allow myself one. Otherwise I get to bi-polar high, which is fine for me but disconcerting for others. It also disrupts my rapidly approaching yogasizing.

All is well and God is good.

I shall rest in the beauty of the approaching day.

How fortunate we are to have electric lights, the luxury of domesticated animals and coffee.

Bastards that we are , raping the earth.

Have a nice day!

the everyday musings of a mind at sea

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The woman in our veg shop cheers my heart no end. She never fails to smile and chat and she usually helps me carry my veg to the car. Even when there is a cue. Bless her utter loveliness.
Today I went in and she gave me a whole bag of gorgeous mushrooms. It was a shame to throw them away she said! but they weren't abimed, I cant remember the english word for that
but basically they are not bitten, rotten , bad etc. No they certainly were not! They are not white and scrubbed like the others so she couldn't display them bla bla bla, You will be glad to know they are now all snuggled up next to a rather deliciously stuffed potimarron. (no idea what that is in english its like a small pumpkin that bears not much resemblance to a pumpkin, is orange and of the courge fambly.) It is rather delicious and stuffed with rice and the above vegetables curried. Note the bright orange cauliflour, I mean really look what too much sun can do !
Next to its delightful self are the aforementioned mushrooms smothered in olive oil and fit to burstin with big stinky cloves of garlic. Do i really have to wait all afternoon!!
I'm off out now and I like to be prepared.
Jamie will arrive home before me and all he has to do is switch on the oven.
Wonderful.
What a furry boot wearing domestic godess I am today
Oh mother , your daughter! Wouldn't she be proud..
For more delicious recipes email me.

Domestic pleasures

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There are few domestic pleasures, as satisfying as clean white washing drying in the wind and the sun.

Lunch

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Park up your tractor, time for lunch at the bar

Stripes in Tights.

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Likljoblogs adaption of Lamentations 3v22,23. Original scripture taken from the New King James version . Copyright 1979, 1980, 1982. by Thomas Nelson,inc. Used by permission, all rights reserved.
"The Lord's mercy and compassion is new every morning."

Start afresh
and walk with me,

Take my hand
and let us be,

Mercy and love
let it flow,

I am yours
for evermore.

A fairy thankee to my two mums

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I found a fairy in my room,
She told me you'd sent her to me.
To sing me songs,To make a dance.
I loved her well my fairy fair.

But for fear of loosing her,
I pinned one wing,
To my long hair,
And all the while she flutters there.
Thanks for your gift of spritely care.

Wicked is as wicked does,
She cries into my ear,
I know I say and laugh and purr,
And you shall stay by me,
Right there!

Hows about this for succulence!!!

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Oh how the premenstrual shopping habits of a woman of succulence continue.
It is unfortunately no longer ballerina punp season.
One really must move on and so in keeping with the motherly advice of last weeks shopping moma. I stuck with violet (vee-oh-lay ...............not unlike underlay).
I had a boot bargain bonanza with my friend Sarah today.
How I enjoyed perusing the aisles and fighting with unsuspecting infants for my correct boot size.
Childrens boots are so much funkier than adults.
I indulged rather wickedly in some warm furry foot-snuggling succulence.
The satisfaction is not shortlived. Walking, cycling and driving , these furry additions will be my constant companion. I shall treasure them, look after them, rarely clean them and have them looking lived-in no time at all. (Oh father how you and your shiny boots will despair.)
They even have diamonds on. The perfect accompaniament to my hello kitty winter hand bag, also complete with fur and diamonds.( They are diamonds to me and yes maybe I do need to get out more often.)
I shall get out more often in fact I am off out now to wow the locals with my new and fruity footwear.
OK so really I'm off to get a baguette french styly to go with our soupy tea.
mmmn dinner.............

The continuing saga of the newly fitted cat flap.

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When we moved here in march, we left the back door slightly ajar for the kitties at all times.

Eventually, we bought a cat flap which they refused to use and I happened to smash. The cat flap sized hole in the door didn't matter, untill now, because it was warm. We have the howling mistral wind surrounding us. Il fait froide!!!

The cats would happily jump in and out of the hole. They liked to sit and watch their little world go by through it. Sometimes, so did I. Life is simpler from a cats eye view.

Yesterday, it all changed! We bought and fitted a lovely new shiny lockable cat flap with a tinted window. A Classy touch for Prince Tigerpuss.

However, Prince Tigerpuss (featured above) was a little less than impressed.

We spent the evening pushing them (forcibly, but gently) through the new cat flap with their heads. In fact Jamie did them a little demonstration at one point.

We propped the cat flap open all night to avoid any unpleasant accidents in the house.

THEN........early this morning the evil kitty moma (namely moimeme) popped the little kitties outside and un propped the cat flap. Oh! the wailing horror! Tuna inside and kitties outside.

Actually, I let Hagrid the timid fluffkin stay in. I wanted her to eat everyones tuna and taunt them to come in. Her revenge was rather sweet and she started on Neznoir's tuna. To justify little Hagrid's feast, I would like to add the following.Normally Hagrid has two mouthfulls of tuna then the others bully her out of the way and wolf her dinner.

Grogné, the brave slightly still ferral tomcat, nearly broke through the tinted cat barrier first. He saw the tinted door just before entry point and did a little stoppy. My heart nearly broke as he gave me his disapointed rejected look. I managed to keep myself together and abate the hysterical laughter, by watching Prince Tigerpuss doing his amazing door leaping feat of circus performing potential.

Unfortunately Grogné gave up and has possibly gone on his daily patrol. I shall expect him back this evening.

Pierrot the brave warrior princess has been in and out with a little bit of beginners help.

Hagrid after being gently "helped" outside, is sat suspiciously watching her little tinted door.

Tigerpuss spent a rather dramatic, wild and hungry two hours outside. He eventually put his little paw through his royal door and reached for a morcel of tantalising tuna. He hungrily pushed his little head in and threw the rest of himself in as fast as he could. He ate the tuna in a rather desperate manner, all the while making lots of upset mewings. I rewarded him with extra tuna and cuddles. After the food fest he began to search for somewhere to alleviate himself. At this point Jamie and I collaborated our efforts to get him back out through his royal door. Head first of course.

He is now patrolling his land and wondering how to get seconds. I imagine he will send Pierrot in to fetch him some food. Will he ever forgive me......

Do you ever feel like you've got a spider in your wellie?

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Ah the joys of traffic.
Theres nothing like being stuck behind tree cutters to give you that extra time to your self.Time to indulge in those rice cakes and other polystyrene like snacks you may keep in the car for such occasions. I was there so long I actually switched off the engine, took some photos and got out my notebook and pen. Blankety blankety blank.

After my mornings luxurious dawn, I had a bit of a crazymaking day. Not a bad day, just a strange day really. I was acting so strangely that Jamie gave me some of that paper stuff to treat myself with. I found a smashin pair of trousers for five pounds. Oh the thrill of a good bargain never fails to soothe the wallet and heart combination.

The girl in charge of the changing rooms was so lovely and surprisingly honest. She didn' actually say "you look like a derranged raccoon in that outfit madame" but her diplomatic and emphatic "The other one is more beautiful", worked just the same.

I apparently reminded another lady in the changing room of her daughter. I quite liked that and she joined in too .

"No no! you cant wear that." she said pinching at my hips in a motherly fashion.

She then gave me a little talk about being blonde, the colours that suit me, and that really I must buy the violet "veeolay". So I did. Mothers advice is always best.

The changing room girl agreed and called me violet girl as I left. Thank you God for friendliness. These lovely women made my day.

Early one morning.....just as the day was dawning...

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Dawn Walk

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My dawn walk is magical. It's quiet. It's still dark but nearly light. The sky is blue. The houses still look asleep. The shutters are still shut but some of them are open.

The village is so pretty.

In the kilometer I have walked the sky has gone more blue.

The village looks so beautiful with the light from the sky lighting the stones. But still the electric lamps glow with a nice orange glow.

The road is striped with orange light then blue light then orange light then blue light.

In the distance I hear a car but mostly I can hear the wind in the trees, in the vines, rustling.

As I reach the peak of a little hill the view of the mountains across the way is just beautiful.

And the way the horizon is orange then pink, then green, then blue. It's like a rainbow, a skybow.

The street lights have just gone out, all of them. Blinked out like a stolen breath, or like in Harry Potter.

It's light really but dim.

Just a short while away I was in the dark and I heard a man. He was walking behind me, so I turned round and said "Bonjour."

He said "Bonjour" too. Then he walked slowly away , but he seemed to cover alot of distance quite fast. As he grew further away I took a picture of him on the horizon.

I don't think he'd mind

because he saw me taking pictures and He looked very kind.

And now I'm going to get run over by a fast car, so far only one car has passed me.

The mountains look blue. The further away they get, the bluer and greyer they look. There is layers and layers of them in the distance. Even a stripe of an aeroplane.

Blue skies behind,

Orange in front,

A golden glow at my side.

Trees line my walk.

Here I am at the goat farm. There is always a cheesey goat smell when you walk past. Sometimes a dog barks. Hopefully not today, because it gives me a little fright.

The camera is not doing today justice. What a shame. It is beautiful for me as I walk along. Listening to each step of my wellington boot and the sound of my jeans brushing together. Mingling with the wind. Not my wind.

Beautiful day.

It's the middle of october and I don't even have a coat on. I've got a hat on and a jumper but no coat.

The wind is gentle. I feel it on my face. It is soft. It blows softly. Like a caress it smoothes my face and moves my hair gently. It rustles the trees.

There was no dog at the goat farm today, well not outside.

In the distance I can hear farmers, clanking with farm machinery.

The wind grows a little stronger. I'm still not cold. It grows louder in my ears. The trees move more, swaying , still gently.

I set off in the dark and I've come back in the light. Which is a bit like being born, then being born again.

Beautiful day.

Beautiful creation.

Beautiful God.

Beautiful hearts.

The pink and orange have gone from the sky.

It's just blue. I'll have to wear them so that people will remember. Dawn, pink and orange.

As I stroll back into the village there are lights on in the little windows. There are open shutters and there are open windows.

There is some Lavender in the blue sky above the village. Beautiful lavender.

I'm passing a palm tree which never quite seems to fit to me. A palm tree.

Another car, a smart person all ready for work.

The bin men, collecting themselves together about to get in their van.

As I pass a plain tree the noise of the birds fills my head.. Like a block of flats, filled with people. Children going to school, birds setting off for work. So noisy.

The bar is all lit up. A man smiles at me with his toothless grin. He is on his way to get his morning pastis and his daily baguette.

Imagine ... A day without bread, is like a day without sunshine.

The suns not actually shown itself yet, but I need another cup of tea so I'm going to head home.

I walk up my street. Beautiful red and orange ivy clings to the stone walls of peoples homes.

Little lights glow on terraces.

A little light glows in my window to welcome me home.

To begin the day in the usual way.

My little flowers on the terrace all shiny, all pretty. My pots of glass beads and my gorgeous blue heather.

And Jamie's coffee cups waiting to be taken inside and washed up.

Here we are the day is awake.

pyjamas in the garden

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This was written last night after tea.

Well we just sat out in the garden and had tea in our pyjamas(see button). OK, so Jamie was properly dressed but I like to be in pyjamas.

I bought Jamie a cake today. Full of cream so I can't eat it. Although the throwing up after it would be a worthy price, I imagine it's not actually good for you.

I thought the cake packaging was so french I had to blog it. To translate the photographed paper;

"a day without bread is like a day without sunshine"

"what like everyday" I hear you anglaisies cry.

only joking. It was sunny in Leominster today.

Fine Gilbert

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A little bird (namely Anna) told me of a great kindness in the form of a stove supplied and fitted by Mr Gilbert. Evermore referred to as Gilbert the fish, for reasons unknown and utterly irrelevant.

An ode to Gilbert.

Gilbert the fish,

Keeping you warm,

As warm as you wish,

Building the fires,

Stoking them higher,

Kind Gilbert,

Fine Gilbert,

Never he tires.

Moonfish babble

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Some friends of ours went to Venice and brought us this dried fish as a gift. what a perculiar venician delicacy. They also gave me some Hello kittyness.
O how these delights lift my simple heart.
I don't need million dollar diamonds. Just give me a dried fish and some plastic pretties and i'm happy!!!!!!!!!!!!
However I do not in any way encourage the purchasing of these innocent moonfish, or for that matter seahorses. Leave them where they are. It's naughty.

More Cherries says Stan

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Muesli,
Fruesli,
What can I eat,
Pass me some fruit,
Make it sweet,
What a treat!

Aberystwyth beach

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Jesus went out of the house and sat by the sea.Matthew13v1 Scripture taken from the King James version. Copyright 1979, 1980, 1982, by Thomas Nelson.inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

I love this verse. Jesus spent time in nature, with nature, alone. He loved creation. It was where He went to spend time alone with God. There is something magical about spending time in nature.
To sit by the sea, to feel its power, it's soothing rhythm. It's scent. It's vastness. To hear and feel the waves. The crashing of water against sand and stone. Water in tune with the moon. Rising and falling like breath. It makes me feel whole and connected. Like I can breath again. The sea brings me perspective and I feel close to God.
Beauty soothes. God knew this when He gave us senses, and created a world to fill them. We are not surrounded by black and white , by lines and squares. We live in a world of colour, of music and sounds. A world made up of light and dark, mountains and seas.
When we lived in the truck and took our first journey, we travelled for miles and days. When we were just about at our destination of Andalucia, we found ourselves in the most awesome mountains. We had to pull over , we stood and we looked at these mountains. They were so awesome I couldn't take it in. I actually wept. What a Creator, what beauty He gives us.
This Creator of the world, of the vast undiscovered universes loves little old me. Who am I that He should love me. I am his daughter.
And then here we are. We have come full circle to the sparrows(see older post).

Sadness and presence.

This morning I feel sad.Let's call it a little bi-polar low fuelled by progesterone. (Otherwise termed premenstrual syndrome.)
I turned to God and you know what, just like in Psalm 23, He comforted me. All three of my seperate bible readings were about being accepted AS I AM. Not just when I am good, or happy, or working, but NOW feeling low and useless. My readings talked of God answering us with his presence (which I feel), and not with answers we think we want like shoes, a job and money. They talked of His faithfulness. His being with us all the time, where ever we are. In mysterious ways, and in very straightforward "I feel your pain, take my hand" kind of ways.
Thank you God, You make my heart sing and restore my breath.

Pumpkin Friendship

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Inspired by the pumpkin grown and given to me by jean-pierre . Inspired by the delicious way in which Erica cooked the pumkin. Inspired by the lovely evening we all had eating the scrumptious pumpkin.

Pumpkin Friendship.

Oh, bake me a pumpkin and please make it grand,

Cook it and bake it and then take my hand,

We'll eat it,

We'll scoop it,

We'll fill ourselves full,

With friendship and pumpkin and pie in a bun.

Eeh Father, your daughter!

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Todays restaurant was so posh that they had gone so far as to be decorative with the cutlery. Not realising this I instantly straightened my knife. Jamie pointed out that all the (incredibly good quality) knives were placed like this on each table. So i returned it to it's original position. Then, I took a photo to indulge my father's obsessive compulsive disorders. Enjoy.

Lunch, shortly after brunch.

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In view of yesterdays winnings and Jamie's deep felt loss over selling his moto, He decided to take me out to lunch.

We wanted to go to "cou cou le fon fon" but they were full. The restarant name possibly translates as "peekaboo fiona". Moving swiftly on.

We tried a new restarant which is called "Grain de soleil". It really shoud be in that michelin man guide to food because it was out of this world.

We sat out on the sunfilled terrace and it was just so posh and nice. Not a piece of plastic furniture in sight.

I won't describe the food other than to say it was ...

succulent, delicious, tender, tasty, melt in the mouth and quite beyond the belief of my palette.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmn.

There was even a lemon tree in the garden with a lemon on it! several in fact.

And the waitress had a visible body piercing and complimented me on mine. Lovely staff.

This Morning

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Upon waking I thought to myself if I was a famous author off to my radio one interview what would I wear.........

With this in mind, I attacked and rooted through my huge pile of clothes. The pile is my unfurnished walk in wardrobe on the top mezzanine floor.

I found my outfit to be rather splendiferous, perhaps in a rather high bi-polar fashion.

Jamie didn't know that a famous person was walking down the stairs so without looking up he said"hia"

However upon turning round he said

"Gosh, you look good!"

(actually he blasphemed but i'd rather not write that in my blog.)

Oh to be famous.

It wasn't until later in the restaurant that I realised my white bra strap was grubby and I had a black oil stain on my white leggings.

But such is the life of the not yet famous.

Day at the RACES WAHOOO

I wrote todays little exerpt while at the circuit in Ledanon where Jamie was having a track day.
We are at the races. I miss BB, but I am happy. I can still be happy while missing people. Spirits, loves. BB was a beautiful spirit who happened to wear a dog suit. My confidante and friend and companion at the races.
Jamie has just crashed the bike, but they are both ok. In true Jamie style he picked up the bike and carried on the session. I imagine he will hurt when we get home.
Later.......That was wicked!!! I was well a whoopin an a hollerin!!!
Later still.......Jamie just sold the moto. Au revoir belle moto. Tu as roullé bien.
and now I can buy some nice jeans.
Now I'm not feeling ill all the time and I am full to bustin with beans, EVERYTHING is so much better. It's like life in technocolour. Like going to the movies in real life. I am living my own movie. It's my favourite one and I love it. i'm so happy I wonder whether I'm manic depressive. Jamie now informs me this is now termed bi-polar.
We want to start our own business selling moto parts. Thing is I was feeling a little reserved about it But with the contacts we have now I feel more confidant about it. I need to think of it in terms of jeans and how many pairs I can buy, hmmn and possibly shoes.
I feel inspired already.

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The adventures of Tigerpuss

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Tigerpuss watched her digging at the end of his land.
"Curious" he thought in his regal yet kittylike manner.
She stood with a foot on either side of the giant fork and then jumped up and down. Next to her was the gift he had left for her by the fire. It had earned him extra kitty biscuits but what was she doing now. Tigerpuss licked his paw and washed his biscuity face. It hadn't quite earned him the tuna he desired.
Tigerpuss sat to attention, Miss kittymoma had finiished her digging. Mewing softly she had put the gift into the hole and was now covering it up with soil.
"mowh! These big cats are mriidiculous" he mewed. He gave a loud cry of discontent.
What a funny way to cook fresh robin. He had wanted her to enjoy the succulent morsel like he did. . .fresh, warm and all juicy.
"cooking" he mewed "they are always cooking."
He wasn't quite sure why she hadn't used the big white fire box. Tigerpuss soothed his own mind by deciding that she was obviously cooking it differently. Miss kittymoma must be using the slow special seasoned way and saving it for later.
Mmn earthcooked robin.
Tigerpuss felt suitably satisfied and allowed the sun to warm his beautiful self. Suddenly he looked up wild eyed. Mr Cherry Blossom was roaring with laughter at him. The wind whipped the fur on Tigerpuss' back and he ran up the tree.
"Never!" he mowed "Never!" Tigerpuss dug his claws deep into the bark.
"You shall never have dominion over me!"
The tree rustled in submission as the wind died down.
Happy in his royal appointment, Tigerpuss watched as Miss kittymoma walked back to the huge box they all slept in.
"What if she forgets where she's put it?" he meowed to Mr Cherry, his submissive throne. The little prince looked over to the place where miss kittymoma had been. He saw a little pile of stones and two funny sticky-up sticks.
"oh good." he mowed quietly and licked his lips.

Donkey

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As i stumbled through my front door just now with my many bags of vegetables, I heard a donkey braying.

It's stumbling loud vocals echoed around our little stone village and into my ears.

I love donkeys.

One day we will have a donkey. No really we will, it's been a plan of ours for a long time.

Funnier things have happened. Who would have thought ten years ago that I would be now living in France with a gorgeous builder, with a motorbike! I mean really a motorbike!

Early Morning

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My breath was taken away on my prayer walk this morning, by a flock of tiny birds.

Their tiny bodies silhouetted against the vast red sky and rolling misty mountains.

My heart swelled in praise to God and I thought of the bible verse about the sparrows. I asked Him to show it me when I got home, He did.

"Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Fathers will. But the very hairs on your head are all numbered. Do not fear you are worth more than many sparrows." Matthew 10v29-31. Scripture taken from the New King James version. Copyright 1979, 1980, 1982, by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

coffee

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Blog me a biscuit and I'll be back for brunch.

GRR Forget Spiders!!!!!!

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Well there I was this morning at six oclock, innocently sat having my coffee. I was sat by the window in the morning room. Silently writing my morning pages before prayer time, I heard some tapping at the window. I looked outside into the dark and froze slightly. I listened to the tapping. The morning room is on the first floor so it wasn't a person(at least I hoped not). I stood up quickly and lo and behold behind the coffee cup was a huge scorpion. I kid you not. "Tap Tap" he said as he shuffled along with his many legs and two waving claws "got any more coffee luv? I prefer mine black" No more coffee, solid crunch, no more tapping. Mercenary I know but I had things to do, I just didn't fancy a trip to l'hopital. It was survival of the fittest. I didn't have the wherewithall to snap him tappin so I squished him and then sent him swimmin. Ah. Scorpions are so primevil, kinda like dinosaurs but mini. I thought this as I carried his deflated corpse with the flood of venom by his flat tail to the bathroom.He was on the back of this coffee mat held at arms length. Arms length due to the fact he was as long as THIS MAT!!!!! ok so nearly this big. But scarier than this spider grrr TAP TAP

lost and found

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I suddenly felt all lost and premenstrual stood in my kitchen in the middle of my day. So I decided to choose a picture and blog.

I feel better already. I am no longer lost and all my previous plans have come flooding back to me. Yes and I am laughing out loud at the radio.

Then I will do this and this then this then I will go out and do that. I've tidied and been to the little french market already. Well it would be french I am in france. I got some pretties to lift our little souls. Four plants, one of them is a blue heather, gorgeous little thing. I hope the cats dont dig it up when I've planted it and pooh all over it. Sorry thats the premenstrual negativity coming through. It will look beautiful. Neznoir (the kitty featured above) could sit next to it and match it with his tinkling blue bell.

Industrious my friend Katy calls me, is that like illustrious. In the words of Dory from Finding Nemo "jus keep swimming, jus keep swimming"

fairy dress

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This beautiful fairy dress was made by Erica for the daughter of the gingerbread house cherub.

She is such a magical mix of beauty and creativity.

From curtains to cookies.

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Well in truth the creating of curtains turned into chai, cookies, laughing and stories. Me and my lovely friend sat in the sun. I'd like to say we ate cookies but really I ate all these delicious cookies. Mmmmn they were so delicious they reminded me of my nana and her delicious baked goodness.

My creative friend was telling me about how she made a gingerbread house cake for her daughter's sixth birthday. Her son wired up little lights in the windows. They had a party for the little cherub (who now has quite a few of her own). All the friends came round and the cake was in a darkened room with Erica dressed up as a witch. They all came in and ate the gingerbread sweetie house with their hands till she came out as the witch and frightened them all outside to play. Imagine that. It makes me want to make a gingerbread cake right now and eat it.

They had one every christmas.

So back to the curtains.

I am going to borrow the sewing machine and bring it here. I have too much fun at Erica's I never end up sewing. However I may have to invest in an iron.

cette matin

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After feeding the animals, sortin lunch fa me man and doin the coffee thing.

I went on me mornin prayer walk. Dawn was splendiferous. How could you not praise God with this much beauty in the world. Every day that sun just keeps on comin up.

Enjoy your day I'm off to make curtains.