Holiday

We are going away for a few days, and the most fun bit about it is that Simon does not know where we are going! I love organising surprise meals or breaks, and taking us off in the wrong direction and generally confusing him! He knows we are only going about one hour away!

3BT


1 - counting down to Simon becoming 50 in a few hours time


2 - friendly people in Treknow


3 - getting organised before going away like I never usually do



This picture, St. Michael's Mount, is nearer to where we are going than where we are now!

Jonathan, Simon's cousin, will be looking after the house, Barney and Ted.

29th February

I proposed to Simon this morning.

He accepted.

Only one problem.

We are already married.

Oh well.

3BT

I've got the lingo - Three Beautiful Things.

I am struggling already. I may have to resort to 2 FA - 2 fairly acceptable things. No, I shall discipline myself to do this properly.

1 - having more energy to get on with things in the house and get the guest house ready for Spring.

2 - the buds on the camelia, just bursting to open. Most camelias seem to be out or nearly over, but this must be a late variety - a good thing really, as they so often get caught by frost.

3 - the sound of the sea as we walked the coastal path in the gloaming

3a - the word gloaming

three beautiful things

I have just been looking at a blog entitled three beautiful things. This is really self explanatory, but a lovely discipline, and I think I may try to add these to my blog whenever I do a post.
1 - a rooky-raveny-crowy jackdawy affair flying past with a huge stick
2 - the various cupboards and shelves I had been meaning to paint for ages which I painted yesterday
3 - the 'Mrs Baggit says take you Litter Home' sign which my neighbour found abandoned in his Council depot and knew I had craved for years! This will ony make sense to anyone who has lived in/visited Cornwall for years, but represents a campaign in roadside parking places many years ago. Needs a bit of a clean up and some graffiti removing, then I will post a picture.

Identity crisis

We now have three dogs, Sky, Berri and Barney. Berri and Barney's names get confused and we are wondering about changing Berri's name. He is not as brown as a berry, does not have Berri-Berri, and it is not the best name, all in all. We originally called him this to move away from the Bailey he came to us with, but not too far away! His full name is Berenti, a place we visited in Madagascar on our honeymoon.

He may become Biscuit. He seems somewhat indifferent to that, but we don't want to confuse him. He does not understand the word biscuit to mean a tasty snack, fortunately! Here is Biscuit Berri Berenti at Crackington Haven last year. I use this photo as my picture of me on Facebook! I am still addicted to Scrabulous, but managing to curb the cravings better.

rooky-raveny-crowy-jackdawy affairs

Here's one! See earlier post to understand what I am on about!

Uncle Maurice 2!

Brief follow up to the post I did before we saw Uncle Maurice a few days ago.

I told him I had written a piece on here about him. I said I had described him as a 'pacifist and socialist' and asked if that is still accurate. He told me it used to be. I asked what I should correct it to. He said - 'pure genius'. Fine, I go with that.

I had also stated that he is definite about his opinions and likely to let me/anyone know that things I/they hold dear are nonsense! He thinks the internet is a waste of time...

The photos are not very good. The first is obviusly the Uncle in question, sat next to some idiot who hadn't even realised anyone was using her camera! The second is of Barney heading towards the compost heap at UM's house, as he described in a previous post.