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You know that drawer that you have in the kitchen? The one that accumulates all that random 'stuff' you don't know were else to put.
Welcome to mine!
Welcome to mine!
What's in your kitchen drawer?
Not the cutlery one, but the other one, you know the one that ends up with all the 'stuff' in. Already I'm hearing echoes of my childhood when the cry went out - usually from my dad- 'does anyone know where the *insert lost item* is?' and the chorus respond 'try the kitchen drawer'.
After only a few short months of being in the house I am staggered at the mass of accumulated 'bits and bobs' that are already there. All in their own way useful (ish) but as a collection entirely random. Staggered but inspired. following is a catalogue of items from the drawer.
1 box of elastic bands, 1 pack of split pins , furry blu tack,1 cable sheild, 2 stencil maps of france, 1 pair of (oh my lordy sharp) scissors,1 torch, 1 scalpel, 1 roll of parcel ribbon, 4 net curtain rail hooks (boxed), 10 small washers,7 brass hooks, pencil case full of markers,2 rolls of pvc tape, 2 tubes of super glue, 1 tube wood glue, 2 cupboard door knobs, 1 tape measure, 2 cross head screwdrivers 1 multi head driver, battery charger (no batteries)., 11 aa batteries (9 working), 1 c size battery, 3 small bc lightbulbs, a tin whistle, 3 packs of tobacco - 1 pack of papers, 3 lighters (2 working), 1 cuban cigar.1 snakeskin print ciggarette case, 1 personal distress alarm, ½ pack of ibuprofen, 2 packs of anti-histamine, 2 house keys (not sure which houses though), 1 childs hairclip, 1 pink plate from a childs teaset, 2 expired bank cards
1 pot of pink modelling gloop, 12 assorted leaflets,35 tea lights, 2packs of las vegas playing cards, 3 pens, a brown feather, 1 small twig, 1 cassette tape (hubs and friend as teenagers 'chatting'), 1 japanese cd (no idea whats on that), travel binoculars, 1 rail ticket from june, 4 self laminating luggage tags (unused), ½ tube of dental fixative,1 false tooth, 4 christmas napkin rings and wine glass markers2 muse at wembley (june 07) tickets, $100, 5783 yen, 4150 won, 43 Eurocent, 98p,1 leather wallet (empty), 1 blue balloon.
So there you have it.
I've showed you mine now you show me yours.
I'd love to find out out what random items you keep in the drawer of mystery and wonder, please feel free to submit lists and/or picture to the address below and I'll showcase the best/worst most interesting in the coming weeks and months. No reason, just being nosey.
Not the cutlery one, but the other one, you know the one that ends up with all the 'stuff' in. Already I'm hearing echoes of my childhood when the cry went out - usually from my dad- 'does anyone know where the *insert lost item* is?' and the chorus respond 'try the kitchen drawer'.
After only a few short months of being in the house I am staggered at the mass of accumulated 'bits and bobs' that are already there. All in their own way useful (ish) but as a collection entirely random. Staggered but inspired. following is a catalogue of items from the drawer.
1 box of elastic bands, 1 pack of split pins , furry blu tack,1 cable sheild, 2 stencil maps of france, 1 pair of (oh my lordy sharp) scissors,1 torch, 1 scalpel, 1 roll of parcel ribbon, 4 net curtain rail hooks (boxed), 10 small washers,7 brass hooks, pencil case full of markers,2 rolls of pvc tape, 2 tubes of super glue, 1 tube wood glue, 2 cupboard door knobs, 1 tape measure, 2 cross head screwdrivers 1 multi head driver, battery charger (no batteries)., 11 aa batteries (9 working), 1 c size battery, 3 small bc lightbulbs, a tin whistle, 3 packs of tobacco - 1 pack of papers, 3 lighters (2 working), 1 cuban cigar.1 snakeskin print ciggarette case, 1 personal distress alarm, ½ pack of ibuprofen, 2 packs of anti-histamine, 2 house keys (not sure which houses though), 1 childs hairclip, 1 pink plate from a childs teaset, 2 expired bank cards
1 pot of pink modelling gloop, 12 assorted leaflets,35 tea lights, 2packs of las vegas playing cards, 3 pens, a brown feather, 1 small twig, 1 cassette tape (hubs and friend as teenagers 'chatting'), 1 japanese cd (no idea whats on that), travel binoculars, 1 rail ticket from june, 4 self laminating luggage tags (unused), ½ tube of dental fixative,1 false tooth, 4 christmas napkin rings and wine glass markers2 muse at wembley (june 07) tickets, $100, 5783 yen, 4150 won, 43 Eurocent, 98p,1 leather wallet (empty), 1 blue balloon.
So there you have it.
I've showed you mine now you show me yours.
I'd love to find out out what random items you keep in the drawer of mystery and wonder, please feel free to submit lists and/or picture to the address below and I'll showcase the best/worst most interesting in the coming weeks and months. No reason, just being nosey.
A tribute.
Somewhere in the middle of the Nevada desert, it was waiting. Waiting for the moment that fate and an excess baggage problem would bring us together. Waiting to be found. I could feel it drawing me ever closed like a fish on a line pulled inexorably to the shore. I turned a corner of the tat filled mall in a tourist trap laid out in the sand. And there it was. I didn't know it at the time, but we would be together for an age of adventure, spanning continents, conquering new worlds....
OK so I'm probably getting a bit carried away now but it is a REALLY good bag.
We have been together on many adventures, starting with the honeymoon in Vegas and LA, it's still got the hotel stickers on. Although we bought it together it was soon 'my bag'. My husband thinking (probably quite rightly) that it was just too small for him. But you would be amazed at how much you can fit inside. It normally contained the necessary requirements for me and my little girl for up to a week’s worth of travel.
It’s been with me on buses, planes, trains, motorbikes, boats, cars. And travelled to many destinations including. Paris, Rome, Nagoya (Japan), Holland, back to America, all over the UK, its suffered in the bowels of national express coaches the length and breadth of the country, been trundled through as many railway and underground stations as you could mention, and been the mainstay of many a house move, or yomping through the country lanes of rural France filled with groceries from the nearest shop 2 miles away and you haven't got a car.
You can carry it by the handle, extend the handle and roll it along or wear it on your back - very handy when you find yourself travelling on public transport with a pram/buggy I can tell you.
And to be honest if I'd stowed the straps correctly when using the wheels instead of letting them drag on the ground, it would be in almost perfect condition .just a bit dirtier.
And so my lovely (once) beige cal pac bag, I salute you, and (once I get the webbing on the shoulder strap fixed) I look forward to many more adventures with you.
Somewhere in the middle of the Nevada desert, it was waiting. Waiting for the moment that fate and an excess baggage problem would bring us together. Waiting to be found. I could feel it drawing me ever closed like a fish on a line pulled inexorably to the shore. I turned a corner of the tat filled mall in a tourist trap laid out in the sand. And there it was. I didn't know it at the time, but we would be together for an age of adventure, spanning continents, conquering new worlds....
OK so I'm probably getting a bit carried away now but it is a REALLY good bag.
We have been together on many adventures, starting with the honeymoon in Vegas and LA, it's still got the hotel stickers on. Although we bought it together it was soon 'my bag'. My husband thinking (probably quite rightly) that it was just too small for him. But you would be amazed at how much you can fit inside. It normally contained the necessary requirements for me and my little girl for up to a week’s worth of travel.
It’s been with me on buses, planes, trains, motorbikes, boats, cars. And travelled to many destinations including. Paris, Rome, Nagoya (Japan), Holland, back to America, all over the UK, its suffered in the bowels of national express coaches the length and breadth of the country, been trundled through as many railway and underground stations as you could mention, and been the mainstay of many a house move, or yomping through the country lanes of rural France filled with groceries from the nearest shop 2 miles away and you haven't got a car.
You can carry it by the handle, extend the handle and roll it along or wear it on your back - very handy when you find yourself travelling on public transport with a pram/buggy I can tell you.
And to be honest if I'd stowed the straps correctly when using the wheels instead of letting them drag on the ground, it would be in almost perfect condition .just a bit dirtier.
And so my lovely (once) beige cal pac bag, I salute you, and (once I get the webbing on the shoulder strap fixed) I look forward to many more adventures with you.
Clock-watch
You see we have this clock; it's a very nice clock. It was a present from a friend who knew we had been looking for one just like it. It has been a faithful servant for around 6 months, but for no apparent reason it has started running fast, really fast. I know the date I last reset it, because it was the day I was due to pick up hubs from the station and I forgot that I had reset it and ended up being late to pick him up, and since then it has gained a staggering 45 minutes. Today I reset it again. 'Clockwatch' begins. I will update the home page weekly with 'clockwatch' updates.
We have lots of clocks in our house, 2 in the kitchen, one in the hall, one in the upstairs hall and one in Moo's room, But only one that tells the right time, and that's in Moo's room.
I think is may be something to do with my disorganised brain. You see for some bizarre reason I like it. My friends often comment about all the wrong/stopped clocks and ask me why I don't change them. I don't have a logical or reasonable answer, but itreally doesn't bother me. If I want to know the time I just look at my phone or listen for the 'bongs' of the church. Time has been a bit of an issue between hubs and me in the past. He likes to get wherever he is going early, in plenty of time, and thinks nothing of a 45 minute wait for a train, or being half an hour early to work. I, on the other hand am a 'screecher' who likes to leave at the last possible moment. And whilst I do hate being late, and lateness in others, I resent having to hang around. I'm really not good at waiting.
Time seems to go much faster here anyway, I can’t believe it’s already March I'm sure Christmas was only a couple of weeks ago, so perhaps the clock is merely adjusting to its new environment like the rest of us.
Clock watch results;
02-03 +00.00mins 09-03 +00.07mins 16-03 +00.16mins 23-03 +00.21mins
Clocks go back - 30-03 -00.38mins 06-04 -00.25mins 13-04 -00.21mins
20-04 -00.17mins 27-04 -00.12Mins 05-05 -00.08mins 11-05 - 00.03mins
18-05-00.00mins
You see we have this clock; it's a very nice clock. It was a present from a friend who knew we had been looking for one just like it. It has been a faithful servant for around 6 months, but for no apparent reason it has started running fast, really fast. I know the date I last reset it, because it was the day I was due to pick up hubs from the station and I forgot that I had reset it and ended up being late to pick him up, and since then it has gained a staggering 45 minutes. Today I reset it again. 'Clockwatch' begins. I will update the home page weekly with 'clockwatch' updates.
We have lots of clocks in our house, 2 in the kitchen, one in the hall, one in the upstairs hall and one in Moo's room, But only one that tells the right time, and that's in Moo's room.
I think is may be something to do with my disorganised brain. You see for some bizarre reason I like it. My friends often comment about all the wrong/stopped clocks and ask me why I don't change them. I don't have a logical or reasonable answer, but itreally doesn't bother me. If I want to know the time I just look at my phone or listen for the 'bongs' of the church. Time has been a bit of an issue between hubs and me in the past. He likes to get wherever he is going early, in plenty of time, and thinks nothing of a 45 minute wait for a train, or being half an hour early to work. I, on the other hand am a 'screecher' who likes to leave at the last possible moment. And whilst I do hate being late, and lateness in others, I resent having to hang around. I'm really not good at waiting.
Time seems to go much faster here anyway, I can’t believe it’s already March I'm sure Christmas was only a couple of weeks ago, so perhaps the clock is merely adjusting to its new environment like the rest of us.
Clock watch results;
02-03 +00.00mins 09-03 +00.07mins 16-03 +00.16mins 23-03 +00.21mins
Clocks go back - 30-03 -00.38mins 06-04 -00.25mins 13-04 -00.21mins
20-04 -00.17mins 27-04 -00.12Mins 05-05 -00.08mins 11-05 - 00.03mins
18-05-00.00mins
What the 's going on?
It was a night as any other, quiet, serene, just catching up with my imaginary friends, {much more about them another time!}, on Skype - when it went a bit strange.
The keyboard began writing its own script, extra characters appearing at random and I had no command of my words. I tried the ancient remedy passed on to me through generations {switch it off and switch it back on again}, and that seemed to remedy the keyboard possession issues, but as I continued something was beginning to become apparent through the haze of panic/hope, something very important was missing.
I was a key short. Which one, {I hear you cry}.... The very observant amongst you may have noticed that there is one thing missing from this entry so far. The character between K and M that’s right I have no ' '
.
I have no idea how or why this has happened but from here on in said character is going to appear as £!! {I seem to have £ost my brackets too so from now on a££ my additona£ thoughts wi££ be cur£y}
It’s taken me quite a whi£e to adjust to a £ife of no £. Oh how the £oss of a £one £etter £imits £inguistics. But the £imitations have at £east opened the thesaurus of my mind to try and find a£ternatives.
But what I don't understand is why?
I adore that tiny character, without it I cannot £augh on the internet £o£, rof£, and even pms£ is now out of reach. I cannot say 'I £ove you' but then again I guess I won’t be £one£y. And if you have ever tried to write a sentence in French without it........
I have yet to inform hubs of the newest turn in my computing history - he a£ready thinks I'm a pacer. It is true that I just have to £ook at a piece of equipment and it can break in new, exciting and never before thought of ways, (a£though when it comes to blowing power supp£ies we are at 1-1!).
It rea££y is true. Not everything, and there seems to be no rhyme or reason to it but me and computers just have certain issues that no-one can exp£ain. It can be fine for ages and then one day I wi££ be doing exct£y what I have a£ways done, and BOOM, it just goes so wrong. It's just as we££ he's a bit of a boffin at fixing them.
at times £ike this when I get thorough£ly amazed/bemused that in my 'former £ife' I used to be £eft in charge of mi££ions of $'s ,{I didn't think I shou£d use a pound sign - it's confusing enough a£ready}, of high tech computerized £ighting kit - foo£s.
So I'££ try £eaving it off overnight and hope that the nanobots inside have enough time to repair the keyboard {that is how they work isn't it?}, before I inform hubs that I've broken my £ast years Christmas present. Rather appropriate that it's a problem of no £ {- sorry rea££y bad pun but I cou£dnt resist}
I do so hope it comes back I miss it one '£ ' of a £ot
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOK
WOOHOO and a big shout to the nanobots who magically and mysteriously fixed my computer by their overnight magic- it’s beyond me, it really is.....at least I don't have to tell hubs now.....
It was a night as any other, quiet, serene, just catching up with my imaginary friends, {much more about them another time!}, on Skype - when it went a bit strange.
The keyboard began writing its own script, extra characters appearing at random and I had no command of my words. I tried the ancient remedy passed on to me through generations {switch it off and switch it back on again}, and that seemed to remedy the keyboard possession issues, but as I continued something was beginning to become apparent through the haze of panic/hope, something very important was missing.
I was a key short. Which one, {I hear you cry}.... The very observant amongst you may have noticed that there is one thing missing from this entry so far. The character between K and M that’s right I have no ' '
.
I have no idea how or why this has happened but from here on in said character is going to appear as £!! {I seem to have £ost my brackets too so from now on a££ my additona£ thoughts wi££ be cur£y}
It’s taken me quite a whi£e to adjust to a £ife of no £. Oh how the £oss of a £one £etter £imits £inguistics. But the £imitations have at £east opened the thesaurus of my mind to try and find a£ternatives.
But what I don't understand is why?
I adore that tiny character, without it I cannot £augh on the internet £o£, rof£, and even pms£ is now out of reach. I cannot say 'I £ove you' but then again I guess I won’t be £one£y. And if you have ever tried to write a sentence in French without it........
I have yet to inform hubs of the newest turn in my computing history - he a£ready thinks I'm a pacer. It is true that I just have to £ook at a piece of equipment and it can break in new, exciting and never before thought of ways, (a£though when it comes to blowing power supp£ies we are at 1-1!).
It rea££y is true. Not everything, and there seems to be no rhyme or reason to it but me and computers just have certain issues that no-one can exp£ain. It can be fine for ages and then one day I wi££ be doing exct£y what I have a£ways done, and BOOM, it just goes so wrong. It's just as we££ he's a bit of a boffin at fixing them.
at times £ike this when I get thorough£ly amazed/bemused that in my 'former £ife' I used to be £eft in charge of mi££ions of $'s ,{I didn't think I shou£d use a pound sign - it's confusing enough a£ready}, of high tech computerized £ighting kit - foo£s.
So I'££ try £eaving it off overnight and hope that the nanobots inside have enough time to repair the keyboard {that is how they work isn't it?}, before I inform hubs that I've broken my £ast years Christmas present. Rather appropriate that it's a problem of no £ {- sorry rea££y bad pun but I cou£dnt resist}
I do so hope it comes back I miss it one '£ ' of a £ot
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOK
WOOHOO and a big shout to the nanobots who magically and mysteriously fixed my computer by their overnight magic- it’s beyond me, it really is.....at least I don't have to tell hubs now.....
The Adventures of Mr. T. Bear
Those of you who follow this site will know that on a recent trip to Belgium, something very distressing happened. On a busy morning tram Moo became separated from Mr. T Bear. . We managed to persuade Moo that as he was indeed a travelling bear, he had gone off on his travels and was exploring the world and having new adventures and meeting new friends and although he was sure to be missing her, he was safe and having fun. . All that remained is an empty case with a lovely ‘Belgium’ sticker, (purchased the day before the parting of the ways), stuck to its lid.
Until my truly wonderful sister-in-law (who gave Moo the bear originally), heard this sad tale and managed to find us another travel bear. When I heard this, a plan was hatched! Requests were sent out to our friends and family around the world, and anyone who happened to be going on holiday anytime soon, for postcards. Not just any postcards, but postcards to Moo from Travel Bear documenting his travels and telling her that he was going to come home, and one day soon there will be a knock at the door…….
19-05 WOO HOO, he's home at last!
Wednesday morning dawned as all mornings do, and the business of the day got under way, breakfast, clothes, washing etc. Then as Moo was, rather conveniently, being entertained in the back garden by Hubs the doorbell rang. I called and asked Moo to come and answer and as the door opened I heard a small squeal of delight and the quiet words 'You've come home'. There on the doorstep in a shiny new case full of treasures, was the bear we had all been waiting for. Travel Bear was finally home. The look of pure happiness on Moo's face was enough to tell us that months of skullduggery had paid off. Mr Bear was rushed inside and hugged and squeezed till I thought he might pop, and then the treasures examined. Badges form New York and Scotland; waffles form Belgium, maple syrup from Canada, stickers from Wisconsin, a magnet from Paris and an album full of 'holiday snaps'. But best of all was a tiny bear sent from Scotland, who, almost instantly, was assigned the role of travel companion and photographer by my lovely daughter who said she 'was so happy that Travel Bear had found a friend to go on holiday with so he could take pictures for me and make sure that Travel Bear didn't get lonely'. I actually shed a tear or two.
And so Mr T Bear is home, and has remained firmly by Moo's side ever since. I wonder what adventures he will have next? Although we have made a collective family decision that all further adventures are to be accompanied......!
Click HERE to seeTravel Bears holiday snaps
Those of you who follow this site will know that on a recent trip to Belgium, something very distressing happened. On a busy morning tram Moo became separated from Mr. T Bear. . We managed to persuade Moo that as he was indeed a travelling bear, he had gone off on his travels and was exploring the world and having new adventures and meeting new friends and although he was sure to be missing her, he was safe and having fun. . All that remained is an empty case with a lovely ‘Belgium’ sticker, (purchased the day before the parting of the ways), stuck to its lid.
Until my truly wonderful sister-in-law (who gave Moo the bear originally), heard this sad tale and managed to find us another travel bear. When I heard this, a plan was hatched! Requests were sent out to our friends and family around the world, and anyone who happened to be going on holiday anytime soon, for postcards. Not just any postcards, but postcards to Moo from Travel Bear documenting his travels and telling her that he was going to come home, and one day soon there will be a knock at the door…….
19-05 WOO HOO, he's home at last!
Wednesday morning dawned as all mornings do, and the business of the day got under way, breakfast, clothes, washing etc. Then as Moo was, rather conveniently, being entertained in the back garden by Hubs the doorbell rang. I called and asked Moo to come and answer and as the door opened I heard a small squeal of delight and the quiet words 'You've come home'. There on the doorstep in a shiny new case full of treasures, was the bear we had all been waiting for. Travel Bear was finally home. The look of pure happiness on Moo's face was enough to tell us that months of skullduggery had paid off. Mr Bear was rushed inside and hugged and squeezed till I thought he might pop, and then the treasures examined. Badges form New York and Scotland; waffles form Belgium, maple syrup from Canada, stickers from Wisconsin, a magnet from Paris and an album full of 'holiday snaps'. But best of all was a tiny bear sent from Scotland, who, almost instantly, was assigned the role of travel companion and photographer by my lovely daughter who said she 'was so happy that Travel Bear had found a friend to go on holiday with so he could take pictures for me and make sure that Travel Bear didn't get lonely'. I actually shed a tear or two.
And so Mr T Bear is home, and has remained firmly by Moo's side ever since. I wonder what adventures he will have next? Although we have made a collective family decision that all further adventures are to be accompanied......!
Click HERE to seeTravel Bears holiday snaps
I'm just 'toying with you' in 'a game of cat and mouse'....
How often do we say or hear those phrases? Probably not every day, but I bet at some point in your life you have. We all know what it means when we hear them. But a few days ago I witnessed a real life game of cat and mouse, and from that point on those words will carry a much deeper, and slightly more sinister, understanding.
I was pottering around in the kitchen, as you do, with the windows flung wide to fully enjoy a gentle summer breeze, when a strange noise from the garden caught my attention. It was a cross between a creak and a squeak, and as I listened it became more frequent. My curiosity piqued, I went to have a look. At first all I could see were a couple of cats, Chimney, and from next door, Jazzy. Chimney and Jazzy have a bit of a love hate relationship, and can often be seen taking a sly swipe at each other when one thinks the other may be off guard. So it was no real surprise to see them prostrate on the grass, glaring at each other. But what was that noise? It came again, and Chimney sprang up and circled to the left, slamming her paw on the ground which put an abrupt end to the creaky squeak. Jazzy made a slight pounce to the right and that noise again, but this time it was accompanied by a rustle in the grass between the two animals. It finally dawned on me, that the cats weren't sparring with each other this time, but had an altogether darker game to play. The creaky squeak, of course, belonged to a beleaguered and undoubtedly terrified mouse, and the cats were indeed toying with the poor little thing. Every time it tried to escape the cats moved in formation to thwart its plans, then backed off a little till it had regained the nerve to try again, but of course, with the same result. Watching the movement and strategy of the cats was truly amazing, without a seconds hesitation they both knew exactly when and where to move, and just how much breathing space to allow to keep it 'fun'. It was both horrifying and compelling. Without even realising, I found had been watching this macabre spectacle for close to 15 minutes, when Moo suddenly realised that I was thoroughly absorbed in something and marched over to find out what on earth was so interesting. I managed to divert her attention with the offer of a baby bel, and when I next looked out the window the garden was silent and empty. Whatever the result of this game, you can bet it wasn't good for Mr. Mouse.
How often do we say or hear those phrases? Probably not every day, but I bet at some point in your life you have. We all know what it means when we hear them. But a few days ago I witnessed a real life game of cat and mouse, and from that point on those words will carry a much deeper, and slightly more sinister, understanding.
I was pottering around in the kitchen, as you do, with the windows flung wide to fully enjoy a gentle summer breeze, when a strange noise from the garden caught my attention. It was a cross between a creak and a squeak, and as I listened it became more frequent. My curiosity piqued, I went to have a look. At first all I could see were a couple of cats, Chimney, and from next door, Jazzy. Chimney and Jazzy have a bit of a love hate relationship, and can often be seen taking a sly swipe at each other when one thinks the other may be off guard. So it was no real surprise to see them prostrate on the grass, glaring at each other. But what was that noise? It came again, and Chimney sprang up and circled to the left, slamming her paw on the ground which put an abrupt end to the creaky squeak. Jazzy made a slight pounce to the right and that noise again, but this time it was accompanied by a rustle in the grass between the two animals. It finally dawned on me, that the cats weren't sparring with each other this time, but had an altogether darker game to play. The creaky squeak, of course, belonged to a beleaguered and undoubtedly terrified mouse, and the cats were indeed toying with the poor little thing. Every time it tried to escape the cats moved in formation to thwart its plans, then backed off a little till it had regained the nerve to try again, but of course, with the same result. Watching the movement and strategy of the cats was truly amazing, without a seconds hesitation they both knew exactly when and where to move, and just how much breathing space to allow to keep it 'fun'. It was both horrifying and compelling. Without even realising, I found had been watching this macabre spectacle for close to 15 minutes, when Moo suddenly realised that I was thoroughly absorbed in something and marched over to find out what on earth was so interesting. I managed to divert her attention with the offer of a baby bel, and when I next looked out the window the garden was silent and empty. Whatever the result of this game, you can bet it wasn't good for Mr. Mouse.
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Misadventures in Mayenne
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Truth.
This is what I have been struggling with during my 'summer break'.
The whole truth and something closely resembling the truth.
There are many sayings about truth;
The truth shall set you free.
Truth is like the sun, you can shut it out for a time, but it's not going to go away.
A half truth is a whole lie.
A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
And we all know that honesty is by far the best policy.
So I with all this in mind, can I be completely honest with you? Well actually, no, I can't. There I've said it. I'm not telling you the whole truth. It's the biggest dilemma I have when writing this blog. How much truth can I really tell? There are so many stories I'd like to tell you, so many encounters we have had and so many plans....and yet..... Can I really say when someone close to me annoys me so much it makes my head boil, can I really go over the details of a hilarious event that would embarrass the participants beyond their tolerance. Could I really tell you all the things that are going on in my crazy mixed up head, would you really want to know? Of course I sometimes have used the time honoured ruse of 'changing the names to protect.....’ But there are certain moments where the situation would still speak for itself, and I would be left with the person I was writing about in no doubt as to their role. You see the last thing I want to do is offend or cause hurt. I have read many blogs where no punches are pulled and the repercussions, though they make fascinating copy, have had a profound effect on personal relationships, and I have read of many friendships lost through a casual slip of the key. And whilst I feel the pressure to write something funny or damning or outrageous, I always try to think of how I would feel being exposed in such a way.
It's hard to know where exactly to draw the line, but hopefully thus far I have managed to keep a happy medium of honesty, humour and, at times, candour. Of course, I don't actively lie, all the things you read about have happened, my sin is more one of omission and I hope you will understand my reasons and forgive. I will finish this section with a wonderful quote from an unknown author which seems to sum up the feel of this piece quite succinctly.
‘Always tell the truth. If you can’t always tell the truth, don’t lie’.