Saturday, 31 August 2013

Those days you meet an old friend for coffee and buy a chair..



Today was one of those days. I’ve known her since college, and although we only live an hour and a half drive away from each other we communicate mostly through snail mail. (We did try the email thing but we didn’t like it too much..) The last couple of years we discovered

This lovely place

Which as luck would have it sits exactly half way between us. And of course there is a tea room so we can sit for hours and and put the world to rights over lunch, wander around the many many antiques/bric a brac stores and then, well. Buy a chair.


I’ve secretly been looking at chairs for a while, but they can be expensive and/or too big for my little house, so when I saw this one so cute and not very expensive at all, I knew it was coming home with me. Even when sensible friend suggested thinking it over with another coffee, I couldn’t bear to leave it sitting in the yard. What if some one else snapped it up whilst we were sipping lattes? Argh!

Oh and for the record, Mr D didn’t really say much, but I do believe he secretly loves it.


Thursday, 29 August 2013

Look out Australia, she’s on her way



Imagine being 21, handing in your notice at your job, getting yourself a working visa, and having various parties to say goodbye to friends, before setting off to Australia.

Imagine doing this if you’d never once been abroad with friends on holiday, holidays were mostly cottages and walking the hills of Scotland or camping in a field with portaloos with the family.

She’s on her way.


Thank goodness for the great invention of the internet, so the other side of the world can be right in front of you.


Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Someone parked a helicopter outside my door



Some would say it’s quite rude to park a helicopter outside someone’s back door, and then take off for home (Belgium I’m informed) whilst one is enjoying one’s cereal al fresco on a lovely Bank Holiday Monday.

Some, however would say that this is one of the joys of staying the extra day at the air show, you get treated to all manor of private displays, you get to watch everyone else pack away the camps, & Mr gets to give people a tow start at silly O clock in the morning so they can go on to the next show. That will be us one day. Going on to the next show…not needing a tow start..

Then there’s the 4 hours of Bank Holiday traffic in a big slow moving vehicle that people risk life and limb to get in front of just so that they can sit in the same queue of traffic…but one vehicle length ahead of us. They must feel so satisfied.

Hope your Bank Holiday was fabulous


Thursday, 22 August 2013




What’s been going on around here lately?

I’ve worked a lot the last couple of weeks, strange shifts in different places which mean that the Mr & I have been those ships that pass each other now and again (yeh…not even in the night..) And it’s been hot. So hot.

Mr has been decorating the front of our little house. Gone are the flower boxes that the local cat gang love to use as their own private toilet, but I have a new flower box that’s going to be very pretty and filled with things that will deter the little critters.

Today I need to pack again, ready for more adventures. I need to pack my book club book that I have 3 days to finish..I am helping in the charity shop this afternoon, the lovely Tesco man will be delivering goodies to my door tonight, thank the Lord for him. Tonight I’m off to work again, and on my way home in the morning I have another little job to go and see someone. I seem to collect jobs like some people collect…ummm teacups?

If you’re wondering about the photo, it’s at Aldeburgh up the road, where apparently they smoke fish..

What have you been up to lately?


Monday, 19 August 2013

Something from Tiffany’s Book review No. 12

something from tiffanys
Doesn’t every girl dream of getting… something from Tiffany’s?
On 5th Avenue in New York City, two very different men are shopping for gifts for the women they love.
Gary is buying his girlfriend Rachel a charm bracelet. Partly to thank her for paying for their holiday-of-a-lifetime to New York. But mainly because he’s left his shopping far too late.
Whereas Ethan’s looking for something a little more special – an engagement ring for the first woman to have made him happy since he lost the love of his life.
But when the two men’s shopping bags get confused, and Rachel somehow ends up with Ethan’s ring, the couples’ lives become intertwined.
As Ethan tries to reunite the ring with the woman it was actually intended for, he discovers this isn’t that easy. Does fate have other ideas for the couples? Or is there simply a bit of Tiffany’s magic in the air
This book has been sitting on (one of) my tbr piles since my sis gave it to me last Christmas. I took it away to a field on holiday with me and read it at long last.
I’ve read most of Melissa Hill’s novels and they are all nice entertaining easy read stories, this one was no exception.
I enjoyed the setting, after visiting Tiffany’s on fifth ave a few years ago I’m a sucker for any story set in or around the store and NY itself, what girl wouldn’t like to get a blue box in her Christmas stocking?
If I’m honest this was a wee bit far fetched, the mix up of the 20 thousand pound solitaire and the 150 pound charm bracelet being the main story line, how Gary thought that the ring had just fallen out of the sky into his lap I couldn’t really believe, and wanted to slap him….or Ethan to slap him… but that didn’t stop me enjoying the novel.
Not to mention the cute cover……

Friday, 16 August 2013

Happy Un Birthday to me (& you)


I really should take the cards down, but I think they can quite legitimately stay up for a couple more days, and anyway that would mean I will have to get the duster out and that’s not something I want to happen right now. Birthday cards are like Christmas decorations, in that they act as a barrier between me and the dusting, which makes me think that maybe Un Birthday cards would be quite a good thing. 

The actual Birthday was great, there was summer motorbike rides, Pimms and cake, fish & chips on the beach, friends and some tea was involved somewhere along the way.


Saturday, 10 August 2013

If this is what Middle Age brings, I think I might like it here…



I got home from work yesterday to find a box in the back garden, as soon as I saw the words Fortnum & Mason I did get a teensy bit excited. I tried not to let the excitement mean that I ripped the box to shreds trying to get in it, but it was a close thing, I’m telling you.

Inside was this wicker hamper.


The Tea basket it’s called….

I might just have THE  bestest sister that ever was for getting this delivered to me..

And so of course inside is lots of tea related goodies…


So now I have another dilemma. To sit and stare at the loveliness of it all, or to have a nice cup of tea in that cute mug with some cookies on the side…..

Maybe I’ll have some tomorrow, well it will be my Birthday….


Tuesday, 6 August 2013

I think I am about to be ‘Middle aged’



We are now in the middle of my Birthday week, which will undoubtedly turn into a Birthday fortnight, and I have been thinking that 41 must be middle aged? Over half way to 80. Yikes.

I found myself on a rare weekday off with the Mr, having decided to travel home from our weekend air show on Sun night so that Monday was ours without work.

Off to the coast we went. Yes I am aware that I live a minute walk from the beach but sometimes it’s nice to go where the posh people have holiday homes up the road a bit, and pretend to be tourists.

I’m working a lot of late shifts this week, and a night shift in the middle, so come The Day I will be ready for a lovely relaxed Sunday.


On a side note. I am amazed how many people walk into my wicker basket when I use it. It’s not big, and I hold it over my arm close to me, so why do they not see it? And if it weren’t there how close would they walk to me? Personal space anyone?


Monday, 5 August 2013

A new Virtual Book Club



I’ve never been a member of a book club, which is strange when you think of how I do worship books.

I’ve decided to take the plunge and dive into this one, you can read all about it over at

 Once Apon A Tea Time

So we have until the 26th Aug to read The Paris Wife by Paula Mclain.  I bought it full price from an independent book store today when I could have got it for half the price on Amazon. Supporting your local store, go me. A book which I would probably never pick up of the shelf in a store, but which I can’t wait to start. Just as soon as I finish the book I’m reading at the moment.

So many books. So little time.

Fancy joining us?


Saturday, 3 August 2013

The Time of My Life Book review No.11

the time of my life by cecelia ahern
Lucy Silchester has an appointment with her life – and she’s going to have to keep it.
Lying on Lucy Silchester’s carpet one day when she returns from work is a gold envelope. Inside is an invitation – to a meeting with Life. Her life. It turns out she's been ignoring itand it needs to meet with her face to face.
It sounds peculiar, but Lucy’s read about this in a magazine. Anyway, she can’t make the date: she’s much too busy despising her job, skipping out on her friends and avoiding her family.
But Lucy’s life isn’t what it seems. Some of the choices she’s made – and stories she’s told – aren’t what they seem either. From the moment she meets the man who introduces himself as her life, her stubborn half-truths are going to be revealed in all their glory – unless Lucy learns to tell the truth about what really matters to her
I’ve never really got on with Cecelia. I know a lot of people read her books, and I have tried, and failed to read a few of them, some I have got to the end of, some I haven't. Unusual for me, as usually if I like an author, I pretty much like reading all their work, but Cecelia is different, some books I love, others I give up on.
This book I bought from a book sale for 50p and it was the small hardback version so I couldn’t pass sit up.
So glad I didn’t. I read this whist on holiday in about 3 days and loved it.
When I first read the back I thought well that can’t be right, how can she have an appointment with her life, but then I started reading and found myself thinking about my life, what would my life say to me if we were face to face, would it be happy? Did I get it right?
A really interesting read that will make you look at your life and wonder the same.

Thursday, 1 August 2013

The R word



I found these Rosary beads in a charity shop a few weeks ago and had to buy them for a pound.

I had some blue Rosary beads when I was younger, those were the days when I attended Catholic schools with my sister. I never kept my beads, or my little white Bible which a friends mum gave me when I proudly made my first Holy Communion, and although I wouldn’t say I was Religious these days in any way, I still regret not keeping them. It’s not like I ‘fell out’ with them and threw them away, they just kind of got, mislaid, then a move of town meant that a move to a non-catholic school happened.

I never really talk about religion here, and that’s because It’s not something I think about. I’m kind of neutral about the whole thing. Not against, not a ‘non-believer’ but at the same time I have no desire to sit and pray to Someone. I get that some people find it a help to believe especially during hard times in their lives, but I’m just someone that thinks, instead of sitting praying, I could be out there actually doing something.

I wonder if the Religious blog readers out there are sitting thinking they would like to convert me, or get me to jump ‘off the fence’ well I’d rather you didn’t bother trying. I know where the Religion is should I ever need it, I don’t want to be seen as a ‘challenge’.

I do like these Rosary Beads though, they remind me of my childhood and I wonder who owned them before and how many decades of the Rosary have been said whilst holding them.