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In The Future: What’s Next For Edwina’s Episodes? — October 2, 2015

In The Future: What’s Next For Edwina’s Episodes?

Today is the last day of the Writing 101 course, which I have thoroughly enjoyed. Not just for the fact of learning some new ways of gaining inspiration that I never would have considered, but I also met some more wonderful bloggers, whose work I may not have found if it were not for this course. I have, of course, shared some of these blogs with you all so you can enjoy them as well.

Now comes the tricky part; What do I want the future to hold for my blog? Well, as I have mentioned, I signed up for NANoWriMo during November as I wanted to really challenge myself.(Actually, I think I have punched too far above my weight on this one. I can’t even understand how to use some of those ‘writer’s apps’ like ‘Scrivener’ or ‘YWriter’ so God knows how I am going to knock out 50 000 words in one month. Still. it wouldn’t be a challenge if it were to be too easy!

So, as a result of my overestimation of my abilities, my blog might be a little neglected during November, as I probably won’t get much time to do it! I will definitely be posting, but it may be a little sporadic, to say the least.

I thought that come December, I might want to slow down a bit on the blog anyway, but then I am not so sure. One of the biggest attractions about blogging for me is the interaction with other bloggers that I get on a daily basis. I will just have to see how that goes….

As far as my blog content goes, I will still be writing about the funny, the silly and the downright hilarious side of life; I would like to keep up my ‘Wacky word Wednesday’ but am running out of inspiration for that so might have to re-think that one, The Haiku challenges I take part in, I love and will keep on with those, as I will with the ‘Free-For-All Friday’ feature. I also enjoy Linda’s One-Liner Wednesday posts and have a go when I can, as I do with Ron’s (recently joined by Colleen) BeWoW posts.

So, that is my plan for my blog in the next year or so. I might get involved in other challenges along the way, or perhaps try to introduce a new feature on my blog, who knows? I never even expected my blog to last this long!  I don’t want to have too much structure to my blog as it takes away my freedom, and I like an element of surprise as well, so that a reader doesn’t always know what they are going to get when they come to my blog!

‘Fourth Generation Farmgirl’ Tonya Pops In For A Chat. — October 1, 2015

‘Fourth Generation Farmgirl’ Tonya Pops In For A Chat.

Today I am so excited as I will be conducting my first ever blog interview. as part of the Writing 101 course. I will be chatting with the lovely Tonya, or Fourth Generation Farmgirl, as many of you know her, and am thrilled that she has agreed to take part.

Ever since I first came across this blog, I have been impressed with the genuine love for the animals, the farm and traditions that make up Tonya and husband Scott’s lives. Tonya is one of those people who seem to excel in whatever they put their mind to.

That is not to say she had her share of trials and tribulations, not least the almost rebuilding of her home, and losing her beloved chickens last year to a fox. She gets on with it though, picks herself up and keeps going. I admire her spirit and determination.

I am very nosy by nature, so fired off a few questions for Tonya in order that we can all get to know her and Green Hill Farm a little better.

  1. I would like to know how you manage to find time to work on the farm, make such beautiful recipes, and carry out your work as a speech and language therapist.

I write this blog mainly from my perspective as it is called Fourth Generation Farmgirl; however, let me just say, there certainly wouldn’t be a Green Hill Farm or a Fourth Generation Farmgirl without my husband Scott, a.k.a. Farmguy.  We are truly partners in all things.  I’ve encouraged, supported, and helped him in his career as much as he’s stood by me in my endeavours, the biggest endeavour–saving, restoring, and loving Green Hill Farm and all of its inhabitants.  I’d like to take a moment to express how fortunate I am to have Scott by my side.  First, he’s one of the smartest, hardest working, and most decent people I know.  He advocates for and loves animals as much as I do and enjoys caring for our menagerie of critters.  Days on the farm can be described as a marathon or a sprint, depending on everything going on in our lives; and, because the needs of the animals are constant, there is never a “free day.”  That’s why we are also fortunate that my parents live next door and help out occasionally.  There is ALWAYS something to maintain, repair, feed, clean, nurture, and love around here, but together, we seem to find a balance.

For me, the key to finding balance in daily life includes embracing simplicity, and this includes mealtime.  One aspect of Fourth Generation Farmgirl is sharing recipes; some of these recipes are heirloom and have been in my family for many years.  I’m not a gourmet cook by any means, but I do enjoy the creative process of cooking.  My favourite thing to do is to invent as I go.  Most times this turns out well, and on occasion, it doesn’t; however, the key for me is keeping it simple.  I love straight-forward recipes that don’t take a lot of time to prepare but are easy and delicious.  I hope the recipes I share on my blog meet this criteria.  I understand that people are busy like us and are more likely to try a recipe, especially if it’s uncomplicated and calls for ingredients they already have on hand. This is even truer after a long day of work.

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These days, I’m fortunate to have a little more control over my work schedule.  For 18 years, I worked as a speech and language pathologist in a hospital, private practices, and public schools, providing therapy to both adults and children.  During my tenure as a speech and language therapist, I mainly worked with children who have special needs–particularly, children who have autism spectrum disorders.  I worked full-time, part-time, and recently as an independent contractor, coordinating my own schedule.  I’m enjoying my position as an independent contractor as it allows more flexibility for my role on Green Hill Farm as well as Marketing and Client Event Coordinator for my husband’s business.  I also appreciate having additional time to pursue civic and personal projects.

  1. You have also written a book. Please tell us more about it.

Thanks so much for asking, Judy.  Clementine: The Communi-CAT, A Guide for Teaching Social Communication Skills is my first children’s book.  It’s a story, a communication lesson, and a social communication activity book all in one.  It features a tricolor cat as well as two young children who demonstrate different facial expressions, body language, and tone of voice through photographs and descriptions.  The descriptive text and humorous, colourful photographs of Clementine engage children between the ages of 4-8 in a manner that creates interest, joint attention, and an increased understanding of social language skills.

This book provides a basic lesson in social language skill development that would be helpful to all children; however, it also addresses a need in a growing population of children who have autism spectrum disorders and significant difficulty with interpersonal communication skills.  The CDC reports that autism spectrum disorders are the fastest growing developmental childhood disability:  a research study from 2000 indicated that 1/150 children were diagnosed with autism, and more recently, a study from 2015 showed 1/50 children were identified with this developmental disorder.  The concept of this book is based in research indicating that “animals encourage social interaction.“  According to a recent study by researcher Marguerite E. O’Haire and colleagues from the University of Queensland, Australia, “the presence of animals appears to encourage social interaction among children with autism.  Including an animal in children’s playtime or home activities may be an effective way to encourage socialization with other children as well as adults.”

While Clementine: The Communi-CAT is an educational tool that could be used to  advocate for and support children who have special needs, it is also a basic lesson in social communication with follow-up activities that would benefit all children.  It’s my hope that this book will empower parents to advocate for their children by encouraging them to have better interpersonal communication skills; important skills that would help a child to make a friend or participate in group activities more confidently.  Strong interpersonal communication skills are fundamental for building relationships and are directly related to a child’s success in school, both academically and socially.

My book is on sale locally at Little Dickens Bookstore in Lynchburg, Virginia and very soon will be available on-line with Barnes & Noble Booksellers.

Clementine: The Communi-CAT is currently available through the following website:   www.clementinethecommunicat.com

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  1. Blogging, writing books, or acrostic poems? Tell me your favorite.

I love the creative process of all three.  I wrote my first children’s book/ therapy guide last year and enjoyed seeing it come together:  from the initial spark of an idea, development of a concept, photographing the story sequence, and finally, the finished product.  It was all very exciting!  While writing the text and photographing the subjects of the book was a lengthy process, writing acrostic poetry is a little less time-consuming.  I learned to write acrostic poems years ago in 10th grade English class, and one or two of my poems ended up in the high school literary magazine, Collage.  I really like writing this kind of poetry— figuring out how to make it come together; and, for some reason, it comes easily for me.  Last winter, after spending most of the morning shovelling snow, I composed a poem about a shovel on the way to the grocery store.  It’s fun to create a poem in a short amount of time compared to working on a project, like a book, that takes a lot longer.  I guess instant gratification is at play.  But, of all three, blogging is probably my favourite.  Fourth Generation Farmgirl is fairly eclectic as I address the following areas in my posts:  farm life, recipes, family stories, photography, personal reflections, poetry, crafts, wine, etc.  I also find the variety of subject matter and the potential for creativity very gratifying.  I’m always enthusiastic about choosing a subject for my next post.

  1. What is your favourite time of year on the farm?

I enjoy observing all of the seasons on Green Hill Farm as each one showcases the beauty of the landscape as well as the animals in it–both wild and domestic.  I love looking outside in the winter and watching the bright, red Cardinals flit about against the backdrop of snow, or seeing the woolly sheep resting on a carpet of newly green pasture in the spring.  Summer is lush with everything in bloom and a bounty of bunny rabbits, nibbling on clover and rolling around in the raised beds of my kitchen garden.  And, of course, there’s the glowing warmth of fall:  temperate days and foliage the colour of fire–perfect weather for taking Maud and Dash for a walk.

Although, if I had to choose my favourite time of year on the farm, I’d probably choose spring.  Spring is my choice for two reasons.  First, winter on the farm, while beautiful, is brutal.  We actually refer to the farm as “The Tundra” in winter:  it’s cold, the wind howls, and it’s grey and dark most days.  This isn’t bad if you can stay inside where it’s warm and cosy, but we’re constantly outside caring for our animals.  By the time spring rolls around, I’m incredibly thankful for warmer days and greener pastures.  Second, spring is simply a glorious time of year on the farm—a treat for the senses:  pastures take on a greener hue; the sky is blue with big, fluffy clouds; trees begin budding out and flowering; birds are singing, daffodils are blooming, and a sweet fragrance from Grandma’s lilacs, irises, and sweet shrub fill the air.

Most importantly, gone are the days of being accosted by strong, cold winds that whip about as I step onto the porch; but instead, warm, gentle breezes greet me as I go about my farm chores.  And, for this, I am always happy to see spring.

  1. What is your favorite heirloom recipe?

My great-grandmother’s recipe for tomato soup is definitely my favorite.  It’s very simple and unassuming, but delicious.  It only requires three ingredients:  homemade tomato juice, milk, and baking soda (to keep milk from curdling).  It can be served casually, in a mug with some oyster crackers, or served more formally as a first course, using nice China along with a garnish of basil leaf.  Either way, it’s wonderful on a cold day.  I have many fond memories of Grandma Rieley and Dad making this family favorite.  http://fourthgenerationfarmgirl.com/2014/11/09/heirloom-recipe-tomato-soup/

  1. You seem a perfectionist.  I love the way when you showcase a recipe, it is not just the food that looks beautiful, but also the presentation, the linens used or the crockery.  Would you agree?

First, thank you for the compliment, Judy.  Your observation is accurate.  🙂  I am a perfectionist.  Sometimes, I drive myself and Farmguy up a wall with my pursuit of perfection, but I’ve tried to tone it down over the years.  It’s important to me to do a good job and present things in the best possible way.  I really love creating something beautiful and knowing that others will get enjoyment from it.  When I photograph my recipe sequences for a post, I definitely put a lot of thought into making it look attractive.  You mentioned the crockery and linens earlier; very often, I use my grandmother’s antique plates and vintage linens in photographs as a way to remember and pay tribute to her.  Grandma Rieley was a wonderful cook and loved antiques, and I think she would have liked that I use her special belongings in this way.

Judy, thank you for the opportunity to share Fourth Generation Farmgirl with your readers.  I so enjoyed answering your questions.

Thank you Tonya for taking time out of your hectic life and sharing life on Green Hill Farm with us. I have enjoyed it immensely.

If you want to find out more about Green Hill Farm, Tonya’s mouth-watering recipes, wines, the animals and much more, then please visit her blog  Fourth Generation Farm girl. 

Please note: All photos are property of Fourth Generation Farm Girl and have been used with permission. 

A Map As My Muse — September 30, 2015

A Map As My Muse

This is an unusual assignment for Writing 101 today, in that we are to use a map as our muse for a post. I ummed and ahhed over this for some time as I wasn’t sure of where to go with it (ahem, rubbish pun alert)!

I decided that I would take you on a trip of my ‘home’ town centre as it will only take five minutes. Although I wasn’t born in Kent, this is the place where I have lived (off and on) ever since I was thirteen years old and is the longest I have ever lived anywhere.

So, let’s go!  Let me just give you a little background as to what it was like when I first came here. Our town centre comprises mainly of two roads, Bank Street which then goes into High street (upper and lower). In Upper High street there is a small row of little old buildings which are now mostly shops named Middle Row. At the very top of the High Street there was enclosed shopping centre, County Square, and that was it.

Actually, there was the most important thing that I forgot! We had a market right at the bottom of Bank Street, which was what this town was all about originally. There were livestock auctions, car auctions (I got a car from there once), a cafe, and a few other shops in the main building. On Saturdays, the huge open air area was filled with all types of stalls from bread and cheeses to clothes and bags.

It has moved to another site out on the outskirts of town, and the old place is derelict now. Some of it has been incorporated onto the new ring road and ‘shared space’ that the town is so proud of.

The old market was on the left hand side of this picture.

Now, we have another shopping centre, Park Mall, plus County Square has been extended at the Bank Street end to house a load more of the larger stores.

These all look shiny and new, and very fancy, but in order to extend County Square. some of the old buildings were knocked down in order to accommodate them. We do, however still have some character left to our town.

Not least the 13th Century church that is hidden away (well ok you can see the clock tower), down a little passage. It is in the middle of a square of little old buildings which are still there.

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St Mary’s Church

The town has changed considerably in the 36 years that I have been here. It used to be filled with shoe shops and estate agents, now it is all mobile phone shops and vapour cigarette places, things that I had never even heard of in 1979!

Mining My Own Material. — September 29, 2015

Mining My Own Material.

The assignment we were given for Writing 101 today is to look back into our previous posts,or social media and find something to re-use or recycle from it. Perhaps an unused draft (I never have those, I have to publish everything straight off, or schedule it) for example.

I have decided that my whole post will be made up of previous post titles that I have used, so don’t be surprised if it does not make that much sense (you should already be used to that from me anyway).

Firstly, I’m ‘pleased to meet you’. I’m Judy and I like to blog about ‘when things go wrong.’ It is normally a good idea to ‘think before you blog’, but always ‘be yourself.’ ‘I write because’  there are so many ‘things I like’. for example, it could be ‘expanding on comments,  ‘what I see in a tree’ or even just writing about ‘home.’ ‘What a mix-up!’

‘I would tell you over a coffee’ that I have ‘no sense of direction’ despite being told that ‘it is all about perspective’, and anyway, getting lost takes me to ‘new horizons.’

Blogging, to me, brings a much-needed ‘ray of sunshine’ and makes for ‘a colourful life’. In fact, I think I have become ‘addicted to blogging’ due to having found a wonderful ‘community’ of ‘fantastic friends.’

Think Before You Blog. — September 28, 2015

Think Before You Blog.

I am not one for analysing my stats (mainly because I don’t really know how to). However, I understand the basics like number of views and what my top posts are.

Today for Writing 101, we are to study our stats, and write a post based on a choice of expanding on a popular post, or trying to write specifically for people from the country that brings in the most views. We can, if we choose, write one about the search terms used that bring traffic to the blog, referrers or clicks. The latter sounds a bit too complicated for me, so I am going to keep it simple and write about my best viewed post instead.

I have noticed that one post in particular, that was my most popular, was also the one where I caused the most controversy. It was my own opinion based on the Christmas Concert that I attended at my daughter’s school which you can read here.

I have mentioned that I am prone to inappropriate laughter, and can be set off by the slightest thing. Well the drum did it during this concert, and despite trying to rein myself in, I just found it hilarious, as did my younger sister sat next to me.

I don’t know how many times I mentioned that I was actually impressed by all the work and effort that the staff and the pupils put into this concert, especially as some of the children had only just started in September and had never picked up a musical instrument. The problem was, that I had made a bit of fun on my blog, and my daughter decided to tell a few friends at school, who told other friends….who told parents…..who told teachers!

Oh dear! I had a couple of comments reminding me how difficult it was to put on this type of show. I was reminded that it was CHILDREN I was being mean to (despite me saying that I loved it at the end), and I took the post down.

I felt pretty low, even though I had intended it as a tongue-in-cheek post, it had been completely misunderstood and they had missed the point entirely. I have since put it back up as (hopefully) the dust has now settled.

I actually nearly gave up blogging after that, even though at that time I was completely anonymous, and nobody knew which school concert I had attended (until my daughter proudly informed all of her friends). It taught me a lesson though.

I shall keep my gob firmly shut after this year’s concert (assuming I am not banned)!

When Things Go Wrong. — September 25, 2015

When Things Go Wrong.

You may remember that a couple of weeks ago I conducted a poll for Writing 101, which asked what type of blog posts you would prefer me to write. Here are the results:

  1. Posts about things going wrong  13 votes
  2. Posts about my family                 11 votes
  3. Something else of your choosing  3 votes
  4. Other                                             3 votes.

I am happy that you have chosen when things go wrong as your winner, as being clumsy, normally gives me a blog post or two to write about.  So, for Writing 101 ‘Take a cue from your readers’ post today, I thought I would share this story with you, that happened at work today.

The morning at work had been pretty busy as was normal, and of course, staff were thin on the ground as is also normal. I had decided to try to get some notes done after lunch, as I was due to go home in just over an hour, and I wanted to leave my colleague as little as possible to do. (Most of the staff on the ward prefer the 12 1/2 hour shifts, but I like the ‘short’ 7 1/2 hour ones).

I had even managed to make a coffee and was sitting at the table in the handover room, where there was a student and a Sister who was signing off some competencies for her.

Suddenly though, there was a commotion outside the room. A new patient that had arrived on the ward just previously was getting rather agitated and was threatening to whack a male nurse with his wooden walking stick! A female care assistant was trying to calm him down but he was swinging the stick around his head trying to lash out at whoever came near him.

The male nurse managed to get past him and into the room where I was writing the notes. Suddenly a stick came through the door and a loud THWACK sounded as he clouted the counter top just missing some of the cups that were there. Myself and the Sister jumped up and tied to get the stick off of him. We did manage to grab it but he was kicking at us and had more strength than we bargained for. We got the stick off of him and avoided the punches that he was dishing out (although the Sister got licked a couple of times) and I rushed to call security.

I went back into the room, as the patient was now sat down and chatting with the Care Assistant. Going to grab a much-needed swig of coffee, I hamfistedly ended up knocking the large mug of undrunk coffee all over the table. It went everywhere. The student’s notes were soaked through, as was everything else on the table, including the tortilla chips that a relative had brought in for us! Ooops, another day in paradise!

Someone Just Walked Over My Grave. — September 24, 2015

Someone Just Walked Over My Grave.

“Nooooo, Get it off me!”

My mother’s anguished cries jolted me awake in my makeshift bed. My half-open eyes tried to focus in the darkness of the unfamiliar room. Silence. Eerie, stillness enshrouded me in a cloak of uneasiness. I shuddered, someone had just walked over my grave…

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I awoke several hours later to the sound of the TV in the next room. I noticed Mum and Lewis had already got up. My younger sister Kat was stirring in her zed-bed, and  as she stretched and yawned, the bed springs squeaked in protest.

“Did you hear Mum last night Kat?

“No, why, were her and Lewis ‘at it?”

“Don’t be disgusting” I retorted, unnerved that it seemed to have only been me that had heard her.

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After waiting an age to use the bathroom. (Eight people + one bathroom + an early start for a long trip = chaos, leg crossing, and frenzied banging on the door) I was hastily eating some toast that my sister-in-law Karen had rustled up for us all.

” Doug, is Bobby up yet? It is unusual for him not to be first up, especially today” Mum looked concerned. The events of the past few days had aged her considerably. Travelling from one end of the country to the other had been traumatic enough at such at time, especially when Nan had not been conscious when they had arrived.

The funeral yesterday had added an extra pallor to her face, highlighting the black smudges under her eyes.

” Please go and wake him up”, she begged Doug and Mark, my two brothers that had slept in the same room as my Uncle Bobby… although us kids never called him Uncle. He was special. Mum’s baby brother (despite now being 36) who was coming to live with us now that Nan had died, and we were all excited.

The boys had been gone for a good ten minutes, then they trooped into the room joined now by my other brother Charles, flanking Mum on all sides.

“We don’t know how to tell you this, Oh God Mum. Bobby is dead!”

The boys caught her as her legs buckled, and we all looked on in horror as an animalistic howl emanated from her body, which was now heaving and quaking with gut-wrenching sobs.

Lewis was by her side in instant, and Karen ushered the rest of us into the kitchen to give them some privacy,  then she went into the bedroom with Charles to check on Bobby, and phone the authorities.

‘He called out for Nan in the middle of the night” Mark informed the rest of us. ” I heard him shout ‘Mum’ twice then he went quiet. I thought he had gone back to sleep.”

“Nan must have come for him in the night” I had the feeling that as Nan had always looked after Bobby and given him all of her love and care since he needed extra, due to him having Muscular Dystrophy that she wanted him to go with her. They had never been apart, and although Mum loved and cherished him, he needed his own mother’s ministrations.

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It was rather a palaver getting poor Bobby out of the tiny house. He was after all almost 20 stone with Nan’s loving care, and manoeuvering him down the narrow staircase was a Herculean task. It was accomplished and Bobby was taken to the same undertaker that had just buried my Nan.

Tears and shock were mingled with practicalities of arranging another funeral. Trips into town to order more wreaths. Suitcases unpacked, more groceries bought; schools and workplaces phoned to explained the situation

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Evening closed in, dark, cold and miserable, like us.

“I had a dreadful nightmare last night”  blurted out my mother.” I felt like someone was trying to put me into a coffin; Mum was trying to tell me something. ”

I shivered. Someone had walked over my grave….

This is in response to Writing 101. Re-create a single day.

What I see in a Tree — September 23, 2015

What I see in a Tree

Majestically it stands there

Surveying all it sees

The winter branches barren

Devoid of lush green leaves.

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Yet life is still within it

Just waiting for the spring

When its buds start blooming

And the birds begin to sing

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In summer comes its glory

When it wears a party dress

Of several different colours

Its beauty outshines the rest

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Then autumn comes a-calling

And it starts a slow striptease

The leaves are changing colour

And are dropping in the breeze

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This is the work of nature

Of death and then re-birth

The barren and the beautiful

The treasures from the earth.

This is a poem I wrote some time ago, that I thought would fit the bill perfectly for my understanding of a vignette, the task for today’s Writing 101 course.

When I am Not Writing…… — September 21, 2015

When I am Not Writing……

I spend far too long on my blog, either writing posts or catching up with reading other bloggers’ but it is something that I do truly enjoy. However, for our Writing 101 post today, I am to tell you about what I like to do when I am not writing to re-charge my batteries!

Well, most of the time, when I am not writing, it is because I am at work. Most of you know what  do at work anyway, and although I do have a rant now and again, there are some wonderful and precious moments at work that I am privileged to be a part of.

I love some of the quips that my elderly patients come out with, such as “I have had a few pricks in my time”. An innocent remark, but not to someone like me who roared their head off! I asked another lady to “just swing your legs round please”, as I was helping her to get out of bed. She informed me that she “doesn’t do a lot of swinging nowadays.”  How can comments like that not brighten up the day!

Also, on the other side, yesterday, in amongst all of the chaos, I noticed a patient in my bay was not going to have long left in this world, and after we informed the doctors, who in turn informed her family,who left straight away to try to get to see her (they lived 90 mins away). Myself and two other staff took turns in staying with her, holding her hand and stroking her hair, as we did not want her to be on her own in her final moments. She actually managed to hang on until the family came, and passed away peacefully in their company.

I am not one for going out too much, being a bit of a hermit, so another thing I like to do, is a bit of home sewing, trying my hand at making various things, that are rather hit and miss in their success. I am also in the middle of 2 knitting projects as well. The one at the bottom will all be sewn together once I have knitted enough squares. I don’t want to give too much away as to what the end result is yet, but I need to get a bloody move on!!!

So that is pretty much it, unless you count the times I do venture out and a bit of Candy Crushing when the mood takes me!

I Would Tell You Over A Coffee….. — September 18, 2015

I Would Tell You Over A Coffee…..

Today we are going on a date for Writing 101! We are off to a coffee shop for a beverage of your choice (mine is a bucket of latte), and a quick catch-up! The only thing is, I will be doing all of the talking, so you will just have to sit there with a glazed expression, whilst I rabbit on.

I do love a virtual date as I don’t get tongue-tied or awkward, plus you won’t have to worry that you will end up wearing the coffee, after I have knocked it all over you in one of my clumsy moments! Anyway, let’s get on with it!

I would tell you over a coffee….that today is my first year Blogiversary, and that I am very proud to still be going with it.

I would tell you over a coffee…. that I am continuing to lose weight and have now gone from ‘obese’ to ‘overweight!’ (Bugger, I should have had a skinny latte)!

I would tell you over a coffee…. that the poll I did the other day about what type of things you would like me to write about ended with ‘things going wrong’ winning by 2 votes getting 13 in all.(You lot are cruel, but I also love to laugh at others misfortunes, so I’ll let you off)!

I would tell you over a coffee….that Miss Happ tried to pull a fast one today as me and Mr Grump have got days off by telling me she can’t go to school as her friend is off ill and that she is unable to get the bus on her own! (She was swiftly sent on her way)!

I would tell you over a coffee…. that I STILL haven’t got a start date for my new job yet, despite them telling me that they have all of the paperwork required (I am unable to give in my notice until I get it)!

I would tell you over coffee…. that yesterday I got not one, but two beautiful bouquets of flowers. One from Mr Grump, and one from my sister and niece who visited unexpectedly last night, armed with some beautiful red roses.

I would tell you over coffee…. that I can see you are bursting to go to the loo after that huge drink, so I will shut up now!!!

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A family from Michigan living abroad in Germany.

Libby Horbury

Wife Life, Home Life, Simple Life

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