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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 31st May 2017

It was a much harder shot than it looks! He was the other side of the pond and I didn’t want to either fall in or disturb him or both. I’m very pleased to be responsible for homing these chaps, there was no pond before I moved in. A lazy start as I have no work this week. What I do have is the most stupid drippy, sneezy summer cold. So I pottered about tidying up, did some washing, bought a senior Railcard which has to be good value at ÂŁ70 for three years, and then watched the rain lash down for just 5 minutes on my by now dry washing. I couldn’t get it in because I had Ola on my lap. The trials of being retired.

Groovy Word of the day: unruffled 

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 30th May 2017

I spent a lot of my time today driving but we will come back to that another time. It was nice to get home and rest in the garden with these lovely water irises. My neighbour very kindly pressure washed my paving stones which were seriously caked in green slime and gunk. He’s done a fantastic job, the only downside being they now dazzle in the sun. So the outside is coming along and it’s warm enough to sit out most days. Summer must be coming at last.

Groovy Word of the day: mellow


Tales from a Fractured Folly: 29th May 2017

I started my day feeling pretty awful. Firstly because I was getting a cold and also because I still felt queasy from eating too much last night. I made the effort to get up and met up with the Elf and her friend at the Flea Fair at the showground and perked up as the day wore on. Thinking about my meal last night which was lovely, I considered when I last had that much to eat…it wasn’t this year: so last year then, thinking about it, over a year ago, because you don’t eat much when the person you are eating with doesn’t, and even less when you are on your own. And that brings me to a small point I need to make. Your bereaved friend will not be eating much or properly. I can assure you of that. Your bereaved friend will not wish to beg your company to eat with because they are too unhappy in their misery pit. Your bereaved friend will soon tire of running after friends who always seem too busy to care or for inexplicable reasons abandon you. So, if you wish to be helpful turn up with fish and chips and cheer them up, invite them for a relaxed social occasion they might enjoy. Do not say ” I’ll be there for you if you want me” – DO something. The good news is clearly I am feeling much better these days, the bad well, you can see for yourself. We ended our day at the Hay Festival to see Joe Lycett and had crab salad for tea. Great day. 🙄

Groovy Word of the day: harangue

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 28th May 2017

It was warm again today and I had a quiet morning pottering in the garden, with the cats in attendance. After lunch I got ready to visit friends and this stupendous dish was my desert (there was chocolate mousse under the cream, and yes the strawberries were chocolate dipped). And this was after an array of tastiness for our main course. I ate too much, and enjoyed every minute.

Groovy Word of the day: sumptuous 

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 27th May 2017

I had a lovely day at Prescott Hill Climb with friends. We had hoped it would brighten up as they day wore on but it stayed gloomy and cold all day, which was a great shame as it is a lovely place. But we had a good time wandering around and watching, hearing and smelling the cars as they screamed up the windy hill. It was advertised as a celebration of French and Italian cars and they were a great many of them, oldand new.But there were plenty of others too and we spent some time on the hill enjoying their company. 

Groovy Word of the day: outpace

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 26th May 2017

This spell of lovely weather has brought my summer flowers on a treat. I get a huge amount of pleasure from these pots and they make the Folly look cheerful and loved, which it is. This old house is my friend and always has been. It’s a feeling I have never had in any house before, ever. Worth knew and understood what I meant and knew how it made you feel safe and protected.

Groovy Word of the day: refuge 

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 23rd May 2017

This was the wonderful view as we climbed out of the Elan Valley today. I had a great day out with Andy driving round the dams, taking pictures and honing my driving skills. It started off a bit gloomy and even rained a bit, but the cloud eventually lifted and the sun shone. We stopped at Rhayader for a late lunch and then I had a great drive home through some stunning Herefordshire countryside. Now I’m pooped. 

Groovy Word of the day: impede

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 22nd May 2017

There is a reason for such a huge amount of cat food. If you have recently watched “Trust me I’m a vet” you might remember they said to much fish in your cat’s diet might lead to kidney damage in later life. “Ah-ha” you say, ” I do not give my cat fish often”. But the point they were making was that a lot of food, whatever flavour, has fish added if you look. So I looked and the Felix, which is not cheap, all has “fish and fish derivatives” added and that is what my two love and eat day after day. The two on the right have no fish added, although Gourmet  delicate meats duo does have fish. So less Felix  for my two and more looking at boxes before I buy. 

Groovy Word of the day: wily