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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 18th October 2017

The three of us snuggled up together on a cold damp afternoon. I just need to think of something inspiring for tea. Another cheesy potato then…

Groovy Word of the day: solitary


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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 17th October 2017

Bought myself some roses today to cheer me up. I am pretty fed up and annoyed, more annoyed than I have been since…well since I left work. It seems I have swapped working for one lousy organisation for another and as a temps I think I, and others,  are pawns in a bigger game. The upshot is my place of work for this week does not really want me here and make no effort to hide it. Hopefully I can go back to where I was, which I really enjoyed, next week and stay there, or me and them will part company. I’ve had my fill of politics in the workplace.

Groovy Word of the day: artifice

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 15th October 2017

Ruby now has her proper plate. This was an easy job, in fact so easy that I then spent three hours cleaning PaceBeast. I had to admit yesterday that he was still smothered in French insects and Beastie would not approve. So he is now pretty much insect free with super clean wheels, no easy task when they are white. I can see why they go out of fashion. I was going for a walk but I decided three hours intensive car cleaning, bearing mind where it stands in relation to my house, was more effort than any walk I was likely to do. 

Groovy Word of the day: workout

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A day out at Winterbourne House and Gardens

I met up with some friends at this lovely Arts and Crafts house. We had a lunch of pork casserole then a stroll around the garden. They have an orchid house, very warm and damp, an arid house full of cactus, another greenhouse with carnivorous plants and a wonderful collection of shrubs and trees in the grounds. It did look especially lovely at this time of year. The 

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 13th October 2017

I thought I would celebrate the hazards of Friday 13th by raiding the fridge and having a giant plate of ancient bacon with some even more ancient eggs. We are not talking mere days past “best before”.  I did the floaty thing with the eggs before I scrambled them and the bacon smelt delicious (bacon that’s past it smells disgusting and yes, I did scramble the eggs in the fat in the bacon pan).                                                What’s life without excitement 😳

Groovy Word of the day: thrift