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This afternoon I was a bit stuck for something to write about – well, I wasn’t but there was nothing I could write on here that is suitable for a family audience.

Many times I have contemplated started another blog on another site and calling it ‘The Dark Side’ and then posting on there all the bitching, anger, sarcasm, hurt and drama that I can’t post on here because too many people I know read this and they might be a bit shocked at what really goes on in my head. It would be a good way of getting the stuff out of my head though and freeing up a bit of room for less troublesome thoughts.

It would appear that I have a reputation for being quite outspoken. Really? You should hear the stuff I don’t say! I think I have some quite hefty filters between my brain and my mouth, really you’d be amazed at what would come out if I didn’t filter it.

The only reason I don’t start another blog (and I haven’t so don’t bother looking for it, Boofuls) is that I don’t want all that negativity in one place. Spreading it about a bit weakens it.

Anyway, back to the plot.

Because I was struggling for a topic to talk about I went onto the daily prompts and the word of the day is Winsome Obviously, my first thought, being the highly educated, well travelled  and wordly woman that I am, was ‘lose some.’

Funny thing though, I already seem to have written a blog post so I don’t need the prompt after all. Oh well, Daily prompts, some days you win some and some days you lose some.

There, did I get it in context?  hahahahahahaaa


Blog it!

I’ve been sitting here at my desk for a few minutes now wondering what I can write about now that I have the time to write.

Of course my head is blank. All I’ve done for the last two weeks is sleep, not a lot to write about there then.

Such is my blankness that I’ve even googled ‘ideas for a blog post’

Hhhmmm, let’s see…

1. Run a contest. I don’t know how to do that.

2. Review a book. Ooh, I can do that, I’ve just finished reading ‘the girl on the train’. Dammit, I’ve forgotten most of it. It’s about a girl on a train and it was obviously not that memorable.

3. Criticise a website/blog/person. No!! How mean can you get? Remember the old adage – If you can’t say something nice then don’t say anything at all.

4. Tell a secret. Ok. I scoffed a load of shortbread biscuits last night and spent all night farting. It was like the Trumpet Voluntary in my bedroom. I was offensive to myself.


It said tell a secret. That was a secret, I haven’t told anyone else about it. Actually, I did. I told my friend Fiz about it earlier while we were chatting in the queue at a coffee shop about bowel movements, or in her case, lack of them.

5.Post a cool infographic. What’s an infographic?

6. Sing a song. Ok………………Did you enjoy it?

7. Share your blogs income and traffic info. £0.00 and 4 viewers today. Wow! Record breaking.

8. Post a picture.

Full English breakfast
Full English breakfast

9. Post an obvious lie. I’m a BBC newsreader and a size 10.

10.Share food recipes. Ok. here’s my recipe for my yummy breakfast pots that I serve to the guests. Mix together, oats, almond milk, honey and vanilla extract. Leave to soak overnight. Into the bottom of small kilner jars I put various fruits, strawberry and blueberry being a favourite. Stewed apple works really nicely with it and sometimes I mix peanut butter into the oat mix and slice banana into the kilner jar. I might put cocoa into the oat mix and put mandarins in the jar, anything you like really. They are very tasty, gluten and dairy free and filling. My friend who has a B&B up the road says I serve my guests cold porridge and stewed fruit. I suppose he’s not wrong. Enjoy.

Breakfast pots
Breakfast pots

I think these were chocolate and cherry.

So there you are. Theres’ my ‘no post ideas’ post.

Did you enjoy it?

The Kiss of Death

Well folks, especially those of you who have been foolhardy enough to follow my blog, for which I am truly appreciative. I have some bad news for you.

The news is that pretty much every blog I read and think, ‘Ooh, that was interesting, I’ll follow that blog’, they stop posting.

Time and time again it’s happened, it’s like I’ve put a curse on blogdom. No wonder my stats are always so low, word must have got out.

I’m doomed to just have a long blogroll of dead or dying blogs for you to click on and then gaze on in disappointment as you realise the last post was months or even years ago.

There are notable exceptions, you know, the exception the proves the rule. Most notably, Good Humored. I look forward to her posts and often laugh out loud when I read them. I’ve even been known to spit milk and cereal all over my monitor when one of her little gems catches me unawares. Did you know it’s almost impossible to laugh and swallow at the same time? I learnt that the hard way as I laughed, coughed, choked and spluttered, an inelegant and unladylike mess after one particularly funny post. Serves me right really. My Mother would have gone nuts if she knew I was seating eating at my desk instead of at the dining table as I was brought up to.

So there it is.

If an email pops up saying I’m following your blog it is undoubtedly the beginning of the end.

Be warned.

Lovely Spam! Wonderful Spam!

Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam.

So much spam! Where’s it all coming from. I used to go weeks and weeks without getting any spam comments on the blog and now I’m getting enough spam for a Monty Python song. I must admit, some of it is quite entertaining but even I’m at a loss as to way the spammers have suddenly landed on this blog.  Ah well. While I clear up the spam, let’s cheer up our Monday morning with a song about it:

Still on the subject of comments, but not necessarily spam comments. I welcome comments on the blog, it makes me feel like I’m actually interacting with people and not just writing all this stuff down for my own amusement or the amusement of my grandchildren in 20 years time. I’ve been very lucky in that the people who have made comments, thank you all, have made positive, friendly and interesting  comments which have been both encouraging and supportive. Just lately though, I’ve noticed on other peoples’ blogs that some of the comments are critical or even downright nasty. Unless you’re actually asking for a critique of your work, and some of these comments go way beyond a simple critique,  it strikes me as inappropriate in the extreme.

Why would anyone do this?

Because it’s just so easy to be nasty to a faceless person, to vent your own frustrations, be a bully or a smart arse, take the moral high ground or  consider yourself to be superior in some way when the person it’s directed at isn’t in front of you so you can’t see the hurt you’ve caused.

My bridezilla from a few weeks ago (situation resolved, thank you) wrote me the most vicious emails but was as nice as pie when she was in front of me.” Please don’t think I’m a bitch.”

‘Yeah, well I do so sod off” was what went through my mind but what came out of my mouth was some pointless platitude. Not even a bridezilla deserves to be treated badly.

A total stranger put a nasty comment on one of my photos on my Flickr stream. In fairness, his point was valid but the way he voiced it was hurtful and cruel.

Unless you’re a supremely confident person or a professional writer I think it takes a lot of courage to sit down, put fingers to keyboard and publish your thoughts and feelings ( or images) worldwide.

I’m reminds of a blog post I read last year which made me cry. It was a very moving and harrowing account of  aspects of a  lady’s life. She had completely bared her soul to the world. At the top of the post, she had made  a statement apologising in advance for typos and grammatical mistakes but she knew if she read it through she would not have the  fortitude to post it.  Posts like hers are both painful and cathartic to the writer and I believe that they deserve a bit of respect and support not a public shredding.

I’m not saying that you need to agree with everything that you see or that you can’t voice an opinion but please, let’s be nice about it.

Anyway, that’s my two penn’orth,

Home sweet home

Back home again after a brilliant weekend. I have so much to tell you but I need to get my brain organised otherwise it will all be disjointed drivel ( as normal).

I made an executive decision earlier. Ready? It’s a biggie (not really).

I’m ditching the postaday challenge in favour of the postaweek challenge. Posting every day when you choose to and having a chat about whatever takes your fancy is fine – when it takes your fancy.  Since I took up the postaday challenge it’s been really difficult to find things to say – just  because I felt under pressure to find something.

Well that’s a stupid game, isn’t it?  It’s only a bloody bloggy hobby so why put myself under pressure and take the fun out of it?

So, I’ll be back when I really do have something to say (aaaahhh, the relief is tangible).

P.S. I’m glad to see the fern is back where it belongs, where the hell did it go? Was it on it’s holidays?

P.P.S  Ha! Now I’ve taken the presure off the ideas are flooding in.  We heard the other day abut a man who only works a three day week. He refers to himself as a ‘t**t’.

Bit harsh, I thought. Then he explained that it means he works Tuesday, Wednesday And Thursday. Hahahaaaaaaaaaaa

2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 2,800 times in 2010. That’s about 7 full 747s.


In 2010, there were 229 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 741 posts.

The busiest day of the year was February 21st with 50 views. The most popular post that day was What do you think of the new house, then?.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were,,,, and

Some visitors came searching, mostly for tripping over pebbles in the dark, whalley abbey weddings, brian fortuna, torvill dean, and white sand lomo.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


What do you think of the new house, then? February 2010
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No title March 2010


Cold, bored, tired, skint and generally pissed off February 2010


About February 2010


What a weekend: part one April 2010
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I’ve had a complaint about the blog

Dreary, the complainant (you know who you are) said. Plain, she said. Drab, she said. It’s all………..brown and , and……..bleurgh, she said. Change it back, she said.

Hmm, I rather like it myself, I said. I thought it looked classically elegant, I said. I like brown, I said. The write up about it on WordPress said that it was exceptionally handsome.


Critics of the blog in the past have usually had a short sharp answer when I’ve responded to criticisms of :

‘You swear too much.”  I Fooking well don’t!

“It’s too personal.”   Well, I find it cathartic and if you find it uncomfortable to read it, well don’t.

I’ve stated several times that I keep this blog for my own reasons and if you get something out of it as well then that’s good but if you  don’t like it well, jog along.”

(Ha! Getting up at 5 this morning is beginning to tell. Grumpy sod!)

But no one has ever said it looks …………….BORING. Gasp with shock.

No one as shallow as me can  possibly have a blog that isn’t interesting or beautiful to look at – it’s all about the looks you see. Cut to the quick, I was.

“Well…..well…..boring? BORING?   Well, I’m not making it sodding purple for ANYTHING!”

So, if you were a fan of the old new look then don’t blame me for it’s demise, blame Peewee Winklepop. Hope you like the new new  look.  Pppssshhttt. Boring, indeed!


Being up as I was at the ungodly hour of 5 o’clock this morning, watching the snow and jumping around with excitement at getting out to do a pre dawn snow shoot, I sent The Rev a text message at 7.20 to ask him to take Mrs Woofy to work with him so I could scoop her up and we’d be on our way. “I’m already at work.” Dagnabbit, that boy’s efficient.

Two minutes later there’s a phone call from him. “There’s a burst pipe in the studio.”


Oh. My. God.  How long has it been doing that? There hasn’t been a soul near the place for the best part of two weeks.  EEEEK!

Arriving at the studio a few minutes later we discovered that a pipe had burst right next to the light switch and was jetting water straight into it!   The staff member who turned the light on was lucky she wasn’t blown to Kingdom Come! Jeez, Brings me out in a  cold sweat every time I think about it.

However, she wasn’t, so it was time to survey the damage.  Nowhere near as bad as it could have been. The studio used to be a garage and there is an inspection pit under the floor. I wonder if it’s now an underfloor plunge pool? There certainly is a great danger of plunging as the wooden floor has become decidedly spongy in places. We’ll find out tomorrow when the floor comes up for inspection. It’s highly likely we’ll find several thousand litres of water in there.

Mats, rugs, props, curtains and all manner of stuff has had to be shifted a bit sharpish but at least my sample albums  are all ok, that really would have been a disaster as I couldn’t possible have replaced all of them in the couple of weeks before the wedding fairs start again. The lighting kits and projector have also got away unscathed, thank God I’m a lazy sod who didn’t put them away in the cupboard where they normally live, they’d have been destroyed.

So, as inconvenient and time consuming as it all is, I’m actually very grateful, because it could easily have been a lot worse.

Oh happy day. I’m going back to bed. See ya.

To blog or not to blog? That is the question

Good morning!!!

That font was supposed to be sunshine yellow. Don’t know why, it’s still pitch black outside!

I woke up at stupid o’clock with the hangover from hell. I wouldn’t mind if I deserved it but I only had two sensibly sized glasses of gorgeous, rich, chianti flavoured red wine. When will I ever learn to leave the wine alone? My body clearly doesn’t like it. 

You may or may not have noticed, or cared, that I’ve been a bit lax on the blogging front lately. 

 I have really enjoyed keeping a journal of family events, the fun, trauma’s and the inconsequential day to day events that make up our lives.  As time goes on I think it will be a rich source of precious, and not so precious, memories capable of evoking  emotions from events we thought we’d forgotten. Even now I enjoy reading posts from not that long ago and I’m always surprised at how many things have happened that I’d forgotten all about or that make me laugh out loud, or cry, whatever the emotion, it’s deeply personal. Just think what it will be like in ten or even five years time.

 People have made comment in the past that it’s too personal, a comment I have taken on board, however, the whole point is  that it is personal. I know I’m not the best writer but I enjoy writing, I find it  cathartic and as I’ve said all along, I do it for me and my family, not for you. I hope that didn’t sound aggressive, it wasn’t meant to. 

Well, here’s the truth. I’ve kind of lost my appetite for blogging for reasons that it’s better not to share on here.  

It saddens me to think that I won’t continue blogging at all because I enjoy doing it and it clears mind in time of stress or worry and for all the reasons listed above. I’m also angry that I feel like I need to even consider giving up blogging or moving to another location because of outside influences. It’s taken me a long time to even build up a teeny little band of followers and regular readers and I’d hate to lose you.

Maybe a cure for my malady would be  to move the blog to another location and put this one in the crypt. Maybe I should keep it to the blandest of bland entries eg. The dog grew 3cm last month. Yippee!  Maybe not, I’d lose the will to live.

Ok, that’s my little stream of consciousness over. What do you think? Please feel free to leave your opinion via the comment box or email.