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tigger

An exciting day as I had to go and see if the aches in my boobs meant the cancer had come back.  Hint - cancer doesn't usually ache. Anyway as you can understand it was a tense time until it was pronounced that I have instead - Costochondritis.  They are not sure what this means, it seems maybe just inflammation of the rib cage, which affects the nerve ending right along the breast.
Nothing to be done, just wait for it to go away, and maybe get him indoors to lift the coal scuttle in future.
Now I am bouncing around with stray adrenaline. A
Already told the Open University to shove their degree, as their tutors are always MIA.  Mine claims her Broadband keeps going down.  I think she is trying to avoid my story.
I wasn't going to carry on after I have finished this course anyway, just wanted to learn how to tell a  story, which maybe I have, a bit.  This last assignment, if tutor doesn't set fire to it is the start of my first novel, 4000+ words
 I have no intention of trying to get it published, as if I could, I just like writing.  Which is why i do this blog.

riots in the countryside

This is the best our fritillaries have ever been. We first saw some in a farmers field and thought they were so lovely, we bought some seeds some years back. The farmer was having an Open Day to show them off, more exciting than we expected as it was a wet year and most of the visitors cars had to be towed out of his yard with a tractor because of the mud. All the plants and trees seem to be doing exceptionally well, unless this is their last hurrah. We saw a cotoneaster [I think] hedge today up the lane that was a total riot of acid yellow flowers, the magnolia has been wonderful, mother's cherry tree is covered in blossom and the all the gardens look gorgeous, can we please use our hose now? when it stops raining of course.

Altho it is quite dry here, it certainly isn't the drought they claim, and we have had rain every day since then any way.

When it does rain we have been playing magnetic scrabble, not very well but it does take some of the boredom out of the kitchen work.

to remember

may the long time sun shine upon you


all love surround you


and the pure light within you


guide you all the way on.

Daunting Daughter and the Glorious Grandson

Saving up to go and see them in the Autumn.

M&Ms

This is my stitched self portrait required by next exhibition. I can't decide whether to add all the angry thoughts that are obviously whizzing round my mind!

probably I was thinking about my "novel" have to submit the first 1000 words by Thursday [to the OU, not an agent]. The story hasn't been too painful but writing the "commentary " as to why and how is a real pain.Only 1 more assignment to go [another 3000 words] and then I am free to spend as long as I like whittling about them, and never actually finishing, but it keeps me out of the kitchen and the cleaning cupboard and other useless activities so it has its value..

I guess I did know about Margaret MacDonald but I was quite bowled over when I saw her work on the gog on a programme about Art Nouveau. Much derided at the time apparently, critics called it spooky, which was not a good thing it seems. I guess it has been taken up and diminished by fantasy illustrators, but they would have to go some to match her draughts-womanship.

I am toying with ideas about Minerva and Medusa who had a moment, I hadn't realised. I like the Minerva mask lots of potential [but not the Victorian pushed back on back of her head]and of course the Medusa snakes, must be something in there for a series......................