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Bzzzz Beeeeepbeeepbeeeep

Holy crap! I think my toothbrush is possessed!

After failing to turn on when I tried to use it in the morning, meaning that I had to brush my teeth the old fashioned way, I left it on it’s charger thinking the battery must be flat and got on with the rest of my day.

At some point during the night I wok up with a jolt as my toothbrush turned itself on! Whaaaaat?  I snatched it off it’s charger, quickly turning it off before. My hear was racing and my adrenalin rising fast. I did a quick check round the room for ghosts, demons, ghoulies (That’s ghoulies not goolies – don’t be rude!) and poltergeists, it is nearly halloween after all, and went back to sleep. Only to be woken a while later by exactly the same again.

Dear God! What’s going on? Is the thing possessed?

This time I removed it from the charger and left it on the windowsill where it spent the rest of the night without causing any further disturbances.

Yesterday morning I popped it back onto it’s charger. This time it didn’t turn itself on but instead spent the whole day singing a little Beeeeep beep beep song.

I think my toothbrush has developed a personality disorder. In the meantime until I menage to get a new one I’m think I may have to continue cleaning my teeth the old fashioned way. Yuk.




Happy St George’s Day!

It’s nice to see this new wave of patriotism that’s been sweeping the country due to last year’s Royal wedding and this year’s jubilee celebrations. Everywhere we go lately there are flags emblazoned with the cross of St George flying proudly. Makes me proud to be British *wipes tear from eye*.

It does irritate me slightly that of the hundreds of flags flying in our town centre that they have felt the need to print the word ‘England’ across the centre of them. I think we should be able to recognise our own flag without having to have our country’s name on it – or is that just me?

Source: http://www.picturesofengland.com/englandflags/


St George’s Day has been undergoing a resurgence of popularity in recent years, it’s  not unusual now for organisations to hand out red roses in town centres in order to commemorate the occasion. I like that. I’ve never been on the receiving end of a red rose myself on St George’s day but I think it’s a lovely idea. Let’s hope it becomes a firmly entrenched tradition. God! Hark at me, I’ll be joining one of the societies dedicated to preserving ‘Old England’ next. ‘ Actually, probably not, patriotism can quickly  turn into racism if you’re not careful and we all know my views on racism.

Talking of lovely, Boofuls and me have had a lovely few days together on our staycation. We popped back over to St Anne’s again yesterday, just because we could  – and because it will be out last chance till October as dogs aren’t allowed on the beach between May and October. It’s a shame but I can see why. Our new favourite cafe didn’t disappoint and of course the doggie drew the crowds as only a cute puppy can. It takes us so long to get anywhere due to adoring fans following in Douggie the doggie’s wake.

A nice stroll on a sunny and warm beach, a posh coffee and a hot roast beef sarnie in the caff, sounds like a perfect day out.




Good Grief!

Boofuls is having  a few days off work! Unheard of unless we’re actually going on a proper holiday.

Since  I don’t want to leave the puppy behind  we considered hiring a cottage for a few days but  considering that we’re skinter than a skint thing we decide to have a staycation instead.

Now, instead of two weeks cruising the caribbean we  have two and a half days off work and a bacon butty in B & Q. Oh how times have changed.

At least we can get on with all the jobs that need doing round the house and continue with the staging process so the first potential buyer to walk through the door will fall in love with it and offer us the full asking price – in cash. I must say though, the buyers aren’t exactly queueing up at the  moment. We haven’t had a single sniff  yet. Early days!

The staging process is quite fun, I’m enjoying changing the look of the place and bringing it into the 21st century. All the red and orange and yellow (It looked better than it sounds, honest) has gone from the living room to be replaced with nice fresh shades of cream, tan and bright green. It’s really looking quite contemporary.

I’ve got my beady eye on the dining room next, a new mirror to bounce some light around, a change round of lamps and shades, some new curtains,a fab new picture for the wall which I’ve customised by adding copper paint to it and giving it some texture and it’s all going to look nice and bright and new.  It’s amazing what you can achieve without spending a fortune.

This morning Boofuls was putting new handles on the cupboard doors in the utility room. I didn’t think it was possible for one person to swear so much – I had to cover up the dog’s ears. Poor little mite would have been corrupted.

Talking of the dog. Obviously he’s been photographed till he’s blue in the face. I’m not saying he’s been photographed a lot but now when he sees a camera he just turns towards it and gives a little lopsided smile. I’ve been very good and not posted photos of him for a while so I’m going to make up for it now:



Hi, the name's Bentley. Would you care for a Schmako?


I’m doing the dog club school portraits again tomorrow. That’ll be fun. Hopefully I won’t get my arm chomped on by a rottweiler this year!




Spring Morning on the moors

Dangerous has turned nine. Happy birthday, Dangerous!!

I think she had quite a nice birthday. When I was a kid having a birthday on a school day was always a bad thing. Now they take in cakes and have a mini birthday party in their class.  She’d already had a fantastic day by the time she’d finished school and then she had her surprise party at home as well as presents and money from lots of people and a big chocolate cake. All in all, not a bad day.

Spring has well and truly arrived here in Blighty. In fact, the weather is so nice we are having the first barbecue of the year today. A barbeque in March? Unheard of! A I write, the sun is blazing away like a good ‘un and I’m fighting the urge to wash every curtain, sheet, in fact bit of washable fabric in the house. What is it about spring that makes you want to give everything a really good clean? The dog had better keep out my way or he’ll be next on my washing list.

I’ve been up since 5.45 this morning – except that it wasn’t 5.45 at all, it was 6.45 because the clocks went forward last night. It was just getting light as I opened a bleary eye and realised that  the sun was giving hints that it might put on a spectacular dawn display so I grabbed my camera and the dog and set off on to the moors to watch the show.  The show didn’t quite live up to expectations but what’s not to love anyway, being on the moors on a still, and warm sunny morning listening to the birds and nothing else.  No traffic, no people, just me, the dog and nature, I saw a hare this morning, haring off in the opposite direction, obviously I startled it. I suppose the  last thing it would be expecting to see was some gallumphing great hiker disturbing it’s Sunday morning reverie. It didn’t look best pleased as it sped off. Can’t say as I blame it.

Here are a few of  my shots from this morning’s walk. Hope you like them.

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