Tuesday, 17 January 2017

In search of inspiration

Still a dearth of photos around here. A shot of the river at high tide taken on Saturday when I took the biggest boy to look for birds. And the castle in the January gloom. I love the beech hedge at this time of year. Well, at any time of year actually, beech is one of my favourites. The middle boy likes it too, I think it's something to do with his survival book which says you can eat the leaves fried in butter. (Don't try it, I might be wrong and I'd hate to poison anyone. I sometimes only half listen to things people are telling me. Quite often I'm somewhere else entirely inside my head.) Obviously if you were starving and trying to survive you might skip the frying in butter part.

The middle boy lost a tooth the other day. It was painful, so after tea I gave him the last of the ice-cream. The littlest boy was incensed. I told him if he put a molar on the table he could have half. He did of course give it his very best shot.

I've been searching for inspiration on these fresh new days of 2017. My list of resolutions and things to accomplish sits neglected in a Word document. These past few days I am missing my oomph. I think I might be fighting off some virus or other. Only thing I can think. Today I couldn't even muster up the energy to cook anything decent. Although the evening meal is often a trial I think. That need to feed people something, ticking all those nutrition boxes, every single day. Nigel Slater makes it all sound so easy. He just picks up some exquisite cheese and pairs it with, well, a pear or something, and everyone raves about the marvellousness of it all. If I threw a handful of walnuts and blue cheese into the pasta people would want to know where the rest of it was and what was for main course.

Anyway, in my slump I have come across various inspirational people. Not necessarily famous ones. Just ordinary people putting the effort in. Fitting their dreams in around day jobs and children and homes and keeping it all together. That's who I want to be. Tomorrow. Well, today, but I just haven't got the energy for it today. Today I'm just eating a little dish of chilli peanuts. So tomorrow, it will be tomorrow. Keep me to it.

Thursday, 12 January 2017

Blowing stuff up

winter reading
I've been struggling to find photos lately. We didn't do anything blogworthy at the weekend (trainer shopping and football - nearly lost the will to live in the shoe shop) and there is nothing pretty at home to be photographed. How I envy the bloggers with a little something lovely to snap. A divine candlestick, a sprig of winter blossom, lace draped artfully across some exquisite calligraphy. Here it is all piles of papers, empty jam jars, PE kit and nerf bullets. If you could only catch the scent of damp football boots on the chill night air you would understand. This is not a house of alluring vignettes.

Even my favourite mug has been broken and has been relegated to the role of pen holder.

Fear not, I am hot on the heels of a sunny replacement. Oh how I am looking forward to the day when I get to show it to you. I shall pop it on the table with a little ivy trailing past and a casually crumbled artisan biscuit at its side.

I am aiming to read some short stories this year in between novels, hence Annie Proulx and Joanne Harris above. I'm also a bit obsessed with the idea of fermenting vegetables. You may recall I tried it before. I popped a bit of garlic in and honestly it smelt so strongly through the glass jar that it had to be banished to the garage. I am armed with a handbook this time, there will be no stopping me. Apparently not only are the bacteria all probiotically good, but the vitamins and minerals are more easily available as well. And none of them are lost through cooking as there isn't any. All you need is a knife, a chopping board, jars, weights, salt and some vegetables. I'm hoping nothing explodes. I understand there will be a build up of gas. Watch this space.

On the subject of explosions, the littlest boy had a whole set of Boom Explosions for Christmas. When he wrote his thank you letter he put, "I am pleading mum and dad to do the Boom Explosions". Nothing like a bit of parental guilt to get things moving, so at the weekend we broke out the box and blew the whole lot up. Fizzings and burstings and at one point masses of shiny sharp confetti ALL OVER the kitchen.

Another of his thank you letters made me smile. "Thank you for the penknife. I am doing whittling and I have already cut myself." As if this was a sign of good progress. His auntie will be happy to know it's going so well.

The only other photo I have for you is of my knitting.

Sigh. Yes, it's black. One or two people did warn me about the perils of knitting in black. But if when it's finished black will be a good thing, all the better to disguise the dodgy bits. In the meantime it is driving me slightly mad. Plus I don't have faith that the jumper will actually fit me. Now I have shown it to you all I shall have to finish it though. It's this one, which looks lovely in cream on the slim model. Wait 'til I've finished with it though.

Tuesday, 3 January 2017


Christmas has been firmly stuffed back in the box and locked away in a deep dark recess. The tree put up a good fight. It was a particularly fat one and wrestling it out through the doors and into the green waste bin was not an elegant moment. I put the bin out in the street first, in readiness for collection. As I tried to stuff it in the bin shot out sideways and attacked a passerby. He kindly helped me wedge it in as far as it would go. There was a trail of destruction left in its wake. I hoovered for an hour or two. Of course every time I go into a room there is a pine needle on the floor right in the middle. It makes me wonder if someone has a secret stash of them and is quietly trying to drive me insane.

Now January is biting it is time for a resolution or two. I daren't look back and see what I resolved last year. Obviously I have achieved none of it. I have high hopes for 2017 though. This will be the one! I shall be pressing on with the writing, and I want to try a little fiction writing too. And all the usual healthier stuff. More exercise is something that will benefit me a lot I think. I don't always sleep well, but it makes a big difference if I'm physically tired. I've heard it gives you more energy too. Definitely could use that. I have a list with different headings. As I type that I can hear how ridiculous it is. What can I say, I am eternal optimist. Any dreams you're daring to dream this year?

(Photos from our first walk of 2017.)

Friday, 30 December 2016

Flashes of pink

Random photos from a few days wanderings. I've been wearing the pink scarf I made. Quite like it after all. I shan't show you a close-up of my horrible knitting though.

The boys have been scooting and skateboarding everywhere they can. I took them to the indoor skatepark today. It's a luxury for mums I think - somewhere warm and dry and soft to sit. I looked round at all the different books being read. More luxury! Uninterrupted daytime reading time. This is almost unheard of. I'm all for activities where I can slope off and read for a bit. Despite being squashed on a sofa next to about fifteen boys with Smells Like Teen Spirit blasting out it qualified as a good time. Better than at the barber's yesterday when I forgot my book and was consigned to reading the Daily Mail. It never ceases to amaze me that people pay good money for such a thing.

I hope that you all have a good few days over the last of the Christmas break. I am very proud of myself for still having the tree up. It has a gaudy rainbow striped heart hanging right at the front of it. I tried to move it out of view really early on but the littlest boy moved it back again and I have managed to live with it. Personal growth right there.

Most of the festive food has been eaten, except for a large amount of nut roast and a few bits of fancy cheese. It just remains for me to wish you a very happy New Year. CJ xx

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

Just the one stabbing this year

Aah, Christmas. Just the one stabbing this year (brothers - pencil, nothing out of the ordinary) and one minor penknife incident ("It's not a bad cut, don't worry"). Early on Christmas morning I sat down heavily on a chair that wasn't there and then mere seconds later an unmanned drone hit me in the head. Other than that it was almost uneventful. Flower sticks proved a great hit. About forty baubles and three pounds of pine needles were knocked off the tree, but otherwise an excellent idea. Next year we'll be ready for flaming flower sticks. That's where you set the ends alight. And possibly the tree if it gets a bit on the dry side.

Boxing Day is a wonderful thing is it not. All of that glorious fresh air. Down at the beach every dog in a ten mile radius was scampering about. The biggest boy spotted a duck bobbing up and down in the waves. It turned out to be a young female eider, a large sea duck. You can see a (captive) male in this post (last photo). You wouldn't normally expect to see one around here, so it was a good spot. She dealt with the crashing waves beautifully. Riding over the top until a huge one came, then diving into it and surfacing on the other side. Apparently she's been around for a couple of weeks now. The herring gulls hassled her quite a bit, but she seems unharmed. She is a first year duck, so fairly new at it all. Let's hope she survives and finds her chums. There are probably some up on the Gower coast in Wales. A short hope for such a speedy flyer.

We walked along as far as Birnbeck Pier. Opened in the mid-1800s, it's now completely derelict and incredibly spooky.

If it wasn't all collapsing into the sea it would be a great setting for a dark and twisty tale of murder. It really is a frightening place. It would be lovely to see it restored though.

Hope all have survived Christmas unscathed. Have a good week. CJ xx

Friday, 23 December 2016

Pure, Harmless, Exciting, Unadulterated Fun

Almost no photos from this whirl of days. We discovered Lexicon. Love it. The littlest boy can hold his own, even wins the occasional hand, which keeps him happy. It's much easier than Scrabble. I've bought Pit as well, a really shouty card game that I remember loving when I was little. It's a vintage game, probably over a hundred years old now. The instructions say "PIT is Pure, Harmless, Exciting, Unadulterated Fun. The Jolliest Game Ever Invented For An Informal Good Time." What more could you want? Haven't got it out yet though. Did I say it's really shouty? I'm waiting for the right moment.

There's been baking of course, swimming, to use up some of that excess festive energy and scooting and skateboarding, suddenly everyone is loving scooting and skateboarding. You will recall that A&E's details are close at hand in readiness for the knives. Oh how we love the danger and excitement.

I made gingerbread biscuits. Baked them a little too long. Slapped on some chocolate to make up for it. One of the sausage dogs had a lump of dark sugar near his tail. It melted in cooking and looked like a little poop which was the cause of great hilarity. I could have taken a photo of that one but I didn't want to lower the tone. I'm hoping there is a tone to be lowered.

Plans for tomorrow include making a nut roast, more mince pies and a yule log. Then a walk round somewhere lovely when I will unashamedly look through people's windows at the gorgeous Christmas cosiness. I'm wishing you and yours a lovely time with a little pure, harmless, exciting, unadulterated fun thrown in. See you on the other side. CJ xx