Category: Diaries

Too close for comfort

It escaped my attention somewhat. Now there’s a leading statement if ever there was one. “What? something vitally important escaped your attention? What was it? do tell” OR…”what? your attention escaped?” Even with some cleverly managed punctuation, actually its both. My attention certainly did escape for a…

Lens, Roamings, countrymen

In the dim and distant past (cue swirling mists of time, tumbleweeds and the shcraaaape, shcraaaape of the Tardis),  about six months ago, those of you who check in regularly may remember my camera lens was involved in a vacuum cleaner hit-and-run incident. NO?…

A long story, made short and then lengthened again

How time flies…and other such bon mots of clicheville. I hadn’t realised it had been over a month since my last post but it has, it seems, and as the minutes, hours, days and weeks headed south for the winter, so my attention was…

ch-ch-chaaaanges!

Well hello folks and here’s wishing you a great start to the week ahead. We’re back…yes! We’ve dipped our toes into the ocean of high end anti-queues and the waters were warm and balmy – despite howling winds and drizzling rain. Think Mallorca in…

You label me, I’ll label you

Greetings fellow antique enthusiasts and vintage doyens. I have to report some singularly high stress levels not realised since my glory days in youth offending (I mean I worked in youth social care – I was not a young offender). A different kind of…

Doing some busy-work

It’s all got a bit out of hand! So much to do, so little time to do it and the house is piling up with an eclectic mix of goodies which we hope some people will pay some money for. And that, in a…

Port out, starboard home

It may, or may not depending on your point of view, be evident that after a week or so of daily posts, we have been a bit quiet of late. It’s all to do with timetables. We have so many regular (and irregular) engagements…

Antiques takeaway

The more perceptive of you, or at least those who read “So many pies…” will recall that I talked about putting things back once they had been away; I also mentioned that we have a lot of pies in which to dip our grubby,…

So many Pies, so few fingers

Business partner said once that we needed to think outside the box, push the envelope and have our fingers in more than one pie. While I wholly disapprove of the business speak (which envelope? Where do I push it to? Just across a desk?…

Weekends shouldn’t be that tough

Sometimes, just sometimes, things don’t go the way they were planned. The weekend just gone being no exception. We’re not sure what it was – maybe the last day of our Indian summer, maybe just a quiet time of year, who knows but one…

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