|Beautiful Stoodley Pike|
I have so many potential posts buzzing around my head at the moment.
I have been wanting to blog about gardening in the Minervois, comparing it with the Yorkshire gardening I do, including some details about a wonderful gardening course I went on in Caunes, just before I left.
I want to write about some of the walks I've done since being back in Yorkshire.
I have loads I want to write about working in the Hospice shop.....although, the manager and I have joked about the TV sit-com we could write....so maybe the blog will have to wait until we have become famous as writers of the latest block busting TV show. Now Miranda is ending her show...maybe she’ll be available to play one of the volunteers.
|Christmas meal with the staff and volunteers from the Overgate Hospice shop in Hebden Bridge.|
I have made some breakthroughs in my family history research and want to share some of that. Discovering the dying words of a great uncle and aunt, through a “War Cry” article from the 1920s, was quite something. So I now have the urge to share a little about the life of my great uncle Leopold his wife and his amazing children.
|Miriam Murch....one of my great uncle Leopold's children, who devoted her life to the Salvation Army|
Today I became livid to discover that the law supposedly ending the use of wild animals in British circuses has been stalled due to the outrageous ignorance and stupidity of 3 Tory mps. I blogged earlier in the year about the awful situation in France, when I stumbled upon tigers and a hippo being caged up on a traffic island in Carcassonne prior to being dragged around the French countryside in wagons no bigger than a postage stamp. Now I find that the Brits are just as bad. Aggghhhh.
So.....as all these things pile up in my head, and Christmas approaches, and there are walks to go on, French to practice, my up and coming 60th birthday party to plan, grandchildren to spend time with, concerts in Hebden Bridge to attend, and of course, the shop to work in......nothing is getting written.
I am reading blogs, perhaps not interacting through commenting as much as I’d like to.....but time just seems to dash on.
Anyway, if I don’t get around to blogging again before Christmas, I hope you all have a really happy one.
I will write the things I am thinking about.....but it may be a while before I get around to them.
In the meantime, I’m just going to include a few photos of my very small and crowded “workspace”. Calling it an office would be overstating things. It is more like a very crowded cupboard. I hope to be spending more time in it soon, so I can get these buzzing blogs written.
|All of the above photos show my "workspace"......the last image being my grandfather, with his 3 wives. Technically, only the first, Hylda, was really his wife. My grandmother, on the right,Queenie, was the third.|