Friday, 3 October 2014

Little Bits

There are times when you get a little something extra from life. Take this mini bunch o'fleurs. I fell in love with the whole bunch at our local market at the weekend. I made a mental note and decided to grab them on the way back to car. A perfect dose of niceness for one of my good chums we were visiting that evening. 

Oh how she would love them ~ but did I love them more?

No no no ~ I said to myself ~ these are for she, not for thee! With not enough money for deux bunches, I took them home for said friend.

I could not keep them. That would of been wrong. Very, very wrong.

 If any one knows what these are  ~ I would love to know. The flower man (who I have a feeling is usually the bread man) did not have a clue. He just stuffed my money into what, at first glance, looked like the front of his jogging bottoms. On second glance, I realised it was actually a money apron. 

Relieved does not cover it. Gag. No no, you're alright, keep the change love.

As luck would have it, when I came to rearrange & wrap them, these 2 delicious bits fell off onto the kitchen top. Hurrah!

It made me think, sometimes, you don't need a whole bunch of florals to make your day. 

Mostly, a little posie will do. 

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

The First World War & The Helpful Heffalumps

As we creep ever closer to many First World War Centenary markers, there have been some fascinating snippets in the news of late. I am interested in all things Great War - but especially the female role and the more unusual stories. One in particular grabbed my attention last week and made me exclaim “ have I never know this? Why was I not taught this as school??!...” and to then promptly tell everyone in earshot about what I had discovered. And you lovelies are next.

With the calling of all horses to the front - from the coach pullers to the corn transporters – one of the areas hit was the vibrant, hardworking world of the Circus. Horses across the land were soon requisitioned by the army and the performing circuit’s soon drew to a halt. Many male members of the menageries joined up and left their companies. Labourers in the towns and cities could not be found and in 1917 many fairgrounds ceased to trade. However - there were still fully trained and hardworking animals to be tended to.

With their immense pulling power, elephants were handed over to fill the hoofs that the horses had left behind. On a small farm, near to one of our favourite picnic spots , just under 100 years ago, you could well have seen a benevolent pachyderm helping to plough a field. Or perhaps hefting hay with ease over their strong backs with the quick flick of an inquisitive trunk.

Further North, the odd vision of an elephant wearing leather boots would have been common place. Used to pull munitions and scrap metal, the boots were to help protect her feet from any shards of steel.

Around the South, you may very well have spied a Land Girl in all her full skirted uniform trying to guide a big ol' heffalump along in a straight line. If you would like to see this now (ooh! the technology!) then head on over to British Pathe and have a look-see.

Monday, 8 September 2014

Sun Soaked Woo

Oh, the Woo, the Woo. 

She is so very old now and she reminds me of a very special, if a bit threadbare, beloved toy. She spends her day sleeping, meeowing -  to me, but mostly to herself - threatening a fur ball, sleeping some more, eating some more and pestering me for anything I have on my plate.

In the past week she has so far eaten: a bran flake, a piece of apricot, a bit of scrambled egg and some lettuce. She is not phased by the fact that it did not come from a pouch -  all she cares about is the taste.

However, in her ripe old age of, we would wager, 16 years old, she loves none of this compared to her adoration of the sun. 

Never in the morning, only in the afternoon, you can find her, spark out, on the end of the bed. In her deafness, you do not have to worry yourself with waking her, unless you blunder into the edge of the bedstead with your thigh. She will not be disturbed by your effing and jeffing - just by the movement.

She might open one eye and spy you with mixture of love and hatred. Her slumber was interrupted (scowl) but she still loves you (purr). 

At this point she usually stretches out and goes straight back to sleep. I feel so guilty if she gets up and, sun drunk, totters over to me. 

I much prefer to let her get on with her daily soak.


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