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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 10th August 2017

At last with the promise of a fairly fine day I could get on and do some long overdue pruning and weeding. One sad consequence of gardening alone, when you are used to being a pair, is that you have to clear it all up yourself ๐Ÿ˜ . I also mended the outside light which needed a new bulb/ thing. In B&Q I got talking to another lady about the plethora of light bulbs, how it was obviously men’s fault, men in general and then Donald Trump and Kim Jong-un. “Well, you only have to look at them. You wouldn’t buy a lawn mower from either of them would you?” ๐Ÿ˜

Groovy Word of the day: succinct

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 9th August 2017

I am still fascinated by what I found in the drawer yesterday. Here are two pictures from our first proper adventure to Amsterdam…a long time ago. I also found a number of old payslips and even I was surprised at how much I earnt in 2014 as a Senior, compared with how much more I had been earning in 2004 as a basic grade. We are talking hundreds per month less for much worse hours and more responsibility. ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก.

Groovy Word of the day: tyranny

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 8th August 2017

I am an official member of the Porsche Club now and I have this pack to prove it. So just in case I was short of a few things to do, I have found a load more. I sorted out a drawer full of old paperwork and relived a few memories which is always a bit sad. But I did find things to smile at, lots of very old photos, cards and for those that remember, THAT Michaelangelo apron. I think that should go to Italy next year and be presented to the Villain of the Day to wear for their evening meal. Ray, you’re first ๐Ÿ˜œ

Groovy Word of the day: scoundrel

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 7th July 2017

I was meeting a friend for a walk and lunch today. So after a cuppa we walked up the hill to the Wyche Cutting and sat outside to eat in the Railway courtyard, then strolled back along to top of the ridge to home. I was very sleepy this afternoon so sitting with a cat on my lap and a cup of tea by my side was only ever going to end one way.

Groovy Word of the day: fortywinks

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 6th July 2017

This morning was the rerun of the Malverns 2006. There weren’t ever going to be many of us and for all sorts of reasons there were less than anticipated. But it was a great day and I had forgotten what fun runs could be, and it didn’t rain which was a bonus. There were a couple of huge combine harvesters and a few tractors with us on the narrow roads, cows, sheep, a highly unnatural number of young pheasants in one place, and I even threw in the obligatory U-turn. There was just one thing missing. ๐Ÿ˜“ I was too occupied to remember to take pictures so I borrowed these from a kind donor. 

Groovy word of the day: muster 

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Tales from a Fractured Folly: 5th August 2017

The Malvern campers were having an outing to Weston’s cider at Much Marcle today. We were due at 1pm for lunch but at 12.30, due to a communication error, I was waiting for the Elf at the campsite, while the Elf was waiting for me at home. After a brief phone call I belted back home followed by most of my campers, picked her up and then went on to Westons. We had lunch, a tour of the factory and some tastings then returned to the campsite where we had a rainstorm so bad I wouldn’t get out of my car for 20 minutes. We cracked open our cider and had a lazy BBQ, before me and the Elf came home to sleep.

Groovy Word of the day : deluge