Tuesday, 31 May 2011


Jimi was a month old on Sunday.  Isn't he gorgeous?  There are some things in life that make your heart sing...and my lovely grandsons are just two of them.


The outlaws set off to Bodrum for the day early this morning, to meet up with old friends for breakfast and lunch.  Pity they didn't think to leave the small gas bottle behind and the pots and pans, so that I might have been able to cook something.

When they arrived home this evening, FIL said he had meant to bring the small gas bottle back to the house to use last night, and again today but he had forgotten.....yeh right!   And just as he was saying this Mr A arrived home on his motorbike, with his large suitcase and a large gas bottle (how he managed it I don't know).  So I said to FIL "you don't need to worry now, I have gas so now I can cook...oh and by the way I'll want my pots and pans back in the morning."

You see...I'm listening to advice from good friends and I'm being more assertive.  And it feels good.  

I brought some packets of seeds back from England to plant in the garden, and they were sitting on the windowsill in the kitchen.  FIL picked them up and asked what they were.  I told him.  He explained to MIL.  She asked if she could have them to plant in her parents garden in Sivas.  I would normally have just handed them over...but I just smiled sweetly and said "Unfortunately no, I brought them to plant in our garden".  She did look a bit shocked...this assertiveness is working!  I'm taking back some control...and its about time!

I spent about 10 minutes out on the balcony with Mr A and the in-laws, but as I appeared to be talking to myself most of the time, I decided I didn't want to be ignored any longer, so I excused myself, saying that I had important things to do on my laptop, so I'll leave you all to catch up.   I have decided that if I'm not being included in conversation, then why waste my time when I could be doing something more enjoyable.

So here I am...writing this post...actually feeling quite happy for a change.

So today was better than yesterday after all!

Monday, 30 May 2011

Maybe tomorrow will be better?

I'm being as pleasant as possible to the in-laws. I'm offering tea and coffee, asking if they would like me to get them some food...the reply is always no thankyou.   As they did last time they were here they are keeping their food in the car, presumably in a cool box.

The small gas bottle that I had found in the old house last week, which belonged to FIL, ran out yesterday. It's the only thing I have to cook on apart from the microwave.  FIL knows I need a new large gas bottle.  He knows I can't possibly get this without transport. He has a car, but he doesn't offer to get one.  So I mentioned that the small one had run out but that I would replace it in the morning, but in the meantime they would have to use the microwave to heat water if they wanted to make tea.  So they did...they don't accept my offers of hot drinks...but they make their own.  FIL said he would get another small gas bottle in the morning.

They set off with it this morning and of course have not brought it back, no doubt left in the car with their other possessions.  Not that I could have used it today as MIL had taken most of my pots and pans with her to cook their food down on the land.  She doesn't ask...she just takes.  But she did ask if I had any empty glass jars.  I do collect them to make jam.  I have quite a few that I bought, but also those that contained other things that I re-use.  Of course I said yes, thinking that she needed one or two.  But she has taken about a dozen...and all of the best ones.   And then had the cheek to ask me if they were clean!

I've been in the bedroom most of today as it's the coolest room.  It's been hot and sticky and we've had storms again. Mostly thunder and lightening but hardly any rain.  A blessing...because it doesn't stop MIL and FIL working on the land all day which keeps them out of my hair.  I'm also restricted to the bedroom if I want to use my laptop at the moment because I lost my wireless connection this weekend and am having to plug in a USB cable and the modem is there. I spent half an hour on the phone to TTNet this morning trying to get reconnected.  It didn't work and I was informed that my modem needed re-setting so I would have to speak to their technical department.  I was transferred but no-one spoke English and I really cannot do technical Turkish...technical English is bad enough!

So it will have to wait till Mr A's return...which should be tomorrow.  He toughened up and confronted his boss today and was paid.  I can't get too excited about this as there will be very little money left.  He has his hotel and laundry bills to pay and one or two other things, and he is getting a different motorbike.  The existing one has spent most of the time in a workshop being's still useless.  Mr A is pretty gullible when it comes to buying wouldn't believe the amount of rubbish he's been conned into buying over the years.  He got his money back from the person who sold him the bike.  The seller is no doubt happy because it's had loads of repairs done at considerable expense to Mr A.   So the refund, plus a large chunk of Mr A's salary will pay for the "new" motorbike.

There's no point in telling him we should wait until we can really afford it because he has to have a vehicle to get home, to find a job and to travel to work each day..and he will do that as soon as he arrives home.

The in-laws arrived home earlier this evening whilst I was on the laptop in the bedroom.  They must have just dropped their tools and set off out again, because when I popped out to say hello they'd gone.   No sign of the small gas bottle or my pots and pans.   No doubt they're going out for a meal while I'm struggling to cook something in the microwave. 

Naturally when Mr A arrives tomorrow they will be charming to me.  Mr A will wonder why I'm not a picture of smiley happiness when they are such good company.

So...maybe tomorrow will be better...but I have a feeling it may be a lot worse.

Sunday, 29 May 2011


My friend Gwen travelled over from Selçuk yesterday to stay for a few days. Poor woman got caught in the bad storms that we had yesterday and arrived looking like a drowned rat. I am still cooking on one tiny gas bottle and the microwave...great fun...not!

Update on Mr A: His job finished on Friday, but as expected he is being made to wait for his salary. For how long...who knows? Frustrating but totally expected. He can't return home until he's paid, so is just having to sit it out, and continuing to run up his hotel patience is beginning to wear a little thin.

Now for the "aaarrrghhh" bit:     My in-laws turned up this morning...clearly having driven through the night from Ankara.   No phone call.

I welcomed them of course...through gritted teeth...introduced them to Gwen and said she was from Selçuk and had come over to stay.  They then proceeded to take their bags into the spare room and put them there, even though Gwen was still using it.  Clearly claiming their territory.

Naturally Gwen felt uncomfortable and told me she would pack her things and go back to Selçuk.  And obviously I felt upset and uncomfortable about this too.  But if I had been her I would probably have done the same thing.  So I gave her breakfast and she set off.  She said "nice to have met you" and "goodbye" to the in-laws and FIL said to me "I hope your friend isn't leaving because we're here"....aaargh!

Is it me?  I know there is a cultural difference.  I know it's perfectly acceptable for Turkish families to turn up whenever they want to.  But isn't it bloody rude not to phone ahead?  Isn't it even more bloody rude to move your belongings into a bedroom still being used by another guest? 

FIL had already phoned me last week to say they would be coming here in June or why would they decide to turn up today without warning?  I phoned Mr A thinking maybe he knew they were coming but had forgotten to tell me...but he was under the same impression as me...that they were due June or July.  He can't actually understand why I'm upset about it...but then again they are his parents...and if this behaviour is not considered to be rude in Turkey, then what else can I say?

I walked down to the village bus stop with Gwen...even though I am upset, she is absolutely fine about it.  She can see for herself what I have to put up with.

Returning to the house, not only have they claimed the bedroom,  but MIL is now asleep on the sofa in the sitting room.  I have now taken up residence in our bedroom along with the dogs (I can't leave them to have the run of the house and garden because the in-laws find them a nuisance).

Maybe I'm making a fuss over nothing?

Friday, 27 May 2011


As usual when I got up this morning I went out in the kitchen to put the kettle on for a cup of coffee.  I gave up on electric kettles here some time ago..I don't have much luck with now I have a traditional kettle which I use on my gas hob.

Unfortunately, the gas bottle had run out.  These are very large, heavy bottles, and in most areas I have just phoned to order a new one, which is delivered, paid for, and the old one taken way...usually within an hour.

But no such service exists in this village.  So I always have to wait until Mr A is around to get a new one for me.  I did once manage to find one at the village shop and on that occasion persuaded the shopkeeper to get a man with a tractor to bring it to the house, but he wasn't happy and I've no intention of asking him again.  In any case I can't afford to pay for it at the moment. 

You may remember that the electric oven packed up a couple of months ago.  I've been managing without it (well I was away for a month so it didn't matter that it wasn't working) but at least it would have been useful now that I don't have gas for the hob.

Being my usual resourceful self I filled a mug with water and placed it in the microwave to heat up.   No such luck...we had a power cut.  And it remained off for the next two hours.  I was desperate for a coffee.  I went out to rummage in the old house.  I found a tiny gas bottle with a trivet (don't know if that's the right word) on the top which I think FIL uses when he's here to brew his tea when they're working on the land.   So I managed to boil the kettle on it and make my much needed coffee.  However, it feels almost empty so I'll have to search for one in the village tomorrow or get the bus into Milas to find one.

My laptop is playing up.  The screen has been shaking for months. I don't know what's causing it.  My mouse also died whilst I was in England but my lovely brother bought me a new one as part of an early birthday present.  Also yesterday and today I've had problems with MSN and can only access my hotmail inbox occasionally.  My keys are also sticking which is really irritatng.  I think this laptop needs a service but again it will have to wait.

The latest on Mr A's job:  He is still being expected to leave at the end of the month.  He is being made to feel very uncomfortable with constant reminders and jibes from the manager about losing the big order.  He's had enough.  Yesterday he sold 20,000 euros worth of carpets...and of course praise replaced the criticism.  He has a feeling that because of this they will ask him to stay after all, but I have a feeling he will wait till the end of the month, until he gets his salary and tell them to stick the job where the sun doesn't shine...and I don't blame him.  Well this is what he told me last night, but he may well change his mind of course...he is a man after all!

So if he leaves, he will come home and find a job in Bodrum.  Which means I can get him to deal with these infuriating problems.   If he stays there...I'll move there too and leave the problems behind.

Whatever happens....the exasperation should end within the next couple of weeks!

Thursday, 26 May 2011

Comfort Food

There are several foods that bring me comfort, custard and Cadbury's chocolate to name but two.

On my trips to England I bring back custard..lots of it.  I often bring chocolate but I resisted this time as I seemed to have put on a bit of extra weight during the month there.

I also bring bacon and Brie...because I love both in a sandwich.  I miss bacon and pork when I'm at home in the way that we always miss things we can't get.  But whilst I'm in England I don't even think about them.  I didn't eat any pork during my visit and only had a couple of bacon sandwiches.

My luggage was 2 kilos overweight this time.  I usually get away with much more but this time I was asked to either pay  18 pounds excess baggage, or to remove the equivalent of 2 kilos from my suitcase and transfer to my hand luggage.  I did attempt the latter, but realised that the only way I could fit anything into my hand luggage...which was only my laptop bag...would be to remove bacon, Brie, custard and also 2 items requested by my friend Gwen...slug pellets and woodworm treatment!

Knowing that these items would definitely be confiscated from my hand luggage I ended up paying the 18 pounds.   Worth every penny of course as I have throughly enjoyed my bacon and Brie sandwiches since I returned.

And there's nothing quite like an English fry-up is there?  Very unhealthy but delicious and most definitely comfort food.  So that's what I had for breakfast this morning:

The diet starts tomorrow!

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Honey I'm home.... would be nice to hear that every evening..or something similar in Turkish, but unfortunately Mr A doesn't come home every evening.  He's been away working in Kusadasi since mid-March, and after my recent month-long trip to England, I'm noticing the isolation more than ever.

I arrived home at half past midnight Sunday.  Mr A had collected the dogs from my friend in Selçuk early afternoon and spent the rest of the day out in the garden with a couple of men from the village, clearing the jungle of weeds that had grown this past month.  Thanks to the unusually heavy rainfall, it was quite a task.  He picked me up from the airport, but due to the fact that he had a group of customers early Monday morning, and to avoid busy traffic, he only spent an hour with me before setting off back to Kusadasi.

This job is causing him a great deal of stress.  As is pretty normal here, he works 7 days a week, with no time off.  Getting Sunday afternoon off to come home took some doing.  He's sick of staying in a dingy hotel.  And although he is being paid his salary, he is being made to wait longer than necessary for it.  He is supposed to be paid on the 1st of the month.  He waited until 10th May, by which time he was avoiding the hotel manager as much as possible, who was anxious to be paid.

Another issue arose yesterday.  He lost a big order.  His manager then informed him that because of this, he was given notice to leave his job at the end of this month.   Now this would be understandable if it wasn't for the fact that Mr A has actually single-handedly sold more carpets for more money than the rest of the personnel put together.  I have a feeling that this is more to do with jealousy on the part of the manager, who it would seem is not a particularly good salesman but holds his managerial position because he is related to the boss.  

Mr A decided he would talk to the boss today about the situation, but because he is so busy he only managed a very short phone call to me this evening (at 9.30pm...still working from 8.30 this morning) so wasn't able to tell me much.

None of this really surprises me.  It happens everywhere.  There is often jealousy from colleagues when someone is good at their job, and the bosses are so short-sighted that they only seem to focus on orders lost rather than those gained.   The pressure to constantly perform is immense, and it takes its toll.

As a result , during our brief conversations, Mr A takes it out on me.  He's angry, tired and stressed.  Someone has to be on the receiving end, and it's usually me.  I can't deny the fact that it upsets me, but I have got used to it over the years.  Sometimes I get angry with him for treating me this way, but then I regret it because it only puts more pressure on him.  So I try to stay as calm as possible until it blows over ...which it always does...and then he apologises.   And life goes on as normal.

Of course, normal is not a word I would use to describe our current situation.   But we are trying to resolve this.   Providing he keeps this job (let's hope his boss has some common sense), I will be moving over to Gwen's apartment with the dogs next month.  If he does have to leave, then I guess he will have to find a job in Bodrum, which means we will be staying put.

Whatever happens, we will survive.  I've had 13 years of practise so I'm not yet prepared to throw in the towel!

I'm writing this post quite late.  I should be asleep but joy of joys...the dogs both came into season yesterday...what a welcome home!  So I am awake because the stray dogs in the village seem to be gathering in shifts at our gate and howling!  

I'm home.....England seems like a distant memory!

Saturday, 21 May 2011

This is what I'm going to miss

It's my last day in England.  I've woken up early as usual and this morning I'm feeling very emotional. It's been a great visit.  I have experienced such joy in the company of my daughter and two beautiful grandsons...and I don't want it to end.  But of course it has to.

I'm off to my daughter's this morning and will stay there until tomorrow morning.   I will spend my last day playing with Billy, helping with Jimi....and if I can I will volunteer the night feeds so that my daughter and son-in-law can get some much needed sleep.  I don't mind missing my sleep tonight, even though I'm travelling tomorrow.  I can make up for it when I get home.  I just want to savour every last moment with my grandsons.

And this is what I'm going to miss:

Friday, 20 May 2011

Irritating Emails

Do you know the ones I mean?  Silly jokes, silly photos (usually of animals),  and the worst kind are the chain emails that threaten you with all sorts of bad luck if you break the chain and don't pass it on.   And then of course we have those that appear to come from one of your friends or contacts...the email address is the same, but it just contains a link which if you click will more than likely be a virus.   These are particularly nasty aren't they?  Because it generally means that your friend's email address and probably other information has been hacked.  This happened to my daughter a few years ago and her bank account was emptied on line.  Fortunately she was able to recover the amount from the bank but it took a great deal of time and effort.   Another friend, and also my niece have been recent victims of this.  Good anti-virus protection is essential these days, as is resisting the temptation to click on a link unless you are absolutely 100% sure its safe.

Occasionally I get an email with a mystery or set of coincidences which does make me sit up and read instead of moving it immediately to my "trash" box.  The following is one that I've seen many times but received again this morning.  No doubt many of you will also have seen it.....I wonder if the dates and details are actually correct...does anyone know?
"History Mystery

Have a history teacher explain this----- if they can.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.

John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.

John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.

Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.

Both Presidents were shot in the head

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln 's secretary was named Kennedy.

Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln .

Both were assassinated by Southerners.

Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.

Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.

Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.

Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Lincoln was shot at the theatre named 'Ford'.

Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by 'Ford'.

Lincoln was shot in a theatre and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.

Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theatre.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

This email actually goes on to demonstrate how to fold a 20 dollar bill in such a way that the 9/11 disaster was predicted.   I find that too weird and didn't want to post it here but am sure some of you may have seen it.

So this is one email that doesn't irritate me quite as much as many others.  Which emails annoy you the most?

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

No sense of direction

I have no sense of direction.  I'm an expert at getting lost.  So it was with some trepidation that I headed off to London yesterday to renew my passport.

I'm also a ditherer.  I take too long to make simple decisions.  If I wasn't like this I wouldn't have needed to go to London yesterday.  I had planned to renew my passport on my trip here and could have done it through the Post Office check and send system, but there was conflicting information on the Passport website.  I should have phoned them at the time, sorted it out.  But I didn't, and thought I would do it when I returned home to Turkey.  But I'm not happy about sending my passport off to Dusseldorf along with credit card details and various the only way to renew a British passport in Turkey.   So I phoned the passport office in London last week.   By then of course I was too late to use the check and send option, also too late to use the "fast track" option, so had to make an appointment for the premier one-day service for yesterday.

So off I went yesterday....bus from my brother's house to the train station.  Train to Paddington.  Underground to Victoria.   The Passport Office was simply the easiest possible place to find.  And suddenly I felt quite confident...maybe I could manage this exercise without getting lost after all.  

I handed in my form, my new photos and my fee and then had 4 hours to kill before I could collect my new passport.   I stayed in Victoria for an hour or so.  I worked there many years ago.  I had a flat in Earls Court and commuted on the underground every day.  Those were the days when I had absolutely no fear of getting lost or making decisions....ah the confidence of youth! 

I then ventured a little further by tube to Kensington High Street...a favourite in my younger days when I spent many a Saturday browsing that wonderful store Biba...anyone remember that?

Back to collect my passport and then off to the underground to make my journey home.  This was all going so well.   I stood on the underground platform for 15 minutes whilst it became more and more crowded and no trains.     Then a district line train to Ealing appeared, accompanied by an announcement that due to signal failure there would be no westbound trains until further notice so passengers were requested to leave the platform and make alternative arrangements for their journey. Some did this but others, including me, squashed on to the Ealing train.  I thought I would attempt to get to Ealing Broadway and then pick up the main line train there.   However, when someone told me it would take 40 minutes to Ealing Broadway, the thought of being packed in like sardines for this amount of time filled me with horror. 

What happened next is something I can't really explain. It was as if I was taken over by some invisible being making snap decisions for me!   I jumped off the train at South Kensington and came out of the station.  I walked up to a policeman and asked him which direction was Paddington and how far was it?  He pointed across a busy main road to his right and said it was too far to walk but to cross the road and look for a No 414 bus which, although didn't go to Paddington, headed in that general direction.   Just then I spotted a No 414 at the bus stop on the opposite side of the road, and surprisingly the road was no longer busy and I was able to cross over quickly and board the bus.  The bus driver said I should get out at Edgware Road and he would tell me when we got there.

This may all sound very straightforward to most of you, but I've never caught a bus in London, and I've never been to Edgware Road.  OK I know from the underground map that it's the next station to Paddington, but there's nothing familiar to me above ground.  I sat patiently on the bus waiting for the driver to tell me when to get off.  I suddenly had the urge to approach him and ask again where he would drop me.   Just as well as he had forgotten about me, but by coincidence we were in Edgware fact at the top of Praed Street which I recall is in Paddngton.  So he let me off and it was just a 5 minute walk to the station.

I arrived with just minutes to spare and boarded my train. When I arrived, I came out of the station, crossed the road to my bus stop just as my bus was pulling up. 

Everything about my day ran smoothly, the timing in particular. I'd almost think I had a guardian angel watching over me, except I don't really believe in them.  Just coincidence that everything fell into place at the right time?   Or maybe I have more confidence than I give myself credit for?

Well I have just 5 days left before I return home on Sunday.  Mr A and I have in fact decided that we will rent my friend Gwen's apartment this summer.  You may recall that it's Gwen who is looking after Beki and Poppy in Selçuk while I'm in England and Mr A is working in Kusadasi.   Mr A is fed up with having to stay in the dingy hotel and I am dreading another long lonely summer in the village.  So we've taken up Gwen's offer.  She has family visiting her at the beginning of June but we can move in after they leave on the 16th.  She then returns to England on the 28th and is back again during August.  She wondered if we would mind her being there for a couple of weeks whilst we were there, but of course we don't.  She's a friend...a good one!  

I have friends in Selçuk and also nearby Kusadasi and I haven't seen them since we moved to the village two years ago.  I'm very much looking forward to having a social life again...and to seeing more of  Mr A.  We see so little of each other these days, it would be easy to forget that we're actually married.

So that's this year sorted out!

Monday, 16 May 2011

Great days with Billy

On Saturday my daughter and I took Billy on the bus to Windsor.  Jimi stayed at home for some bonding time with his Daddy.  We spent some time in the park, had lunch in McDonalds and a little stroll by the river until it became too cold to be outside, then caught the bus home. 

Yesterday I took Billy out on my own for a couple of hours.  We walked to the park and he had great fun on the swings, slides, and climbing frames.  I am such a nervous grandmother.  I am terrified he is going to fall and hurt himself and I never take my eyes off him for a second.  I don't know why I'm like this.  I can't recall being so anxious when my children were his age.  Anyway, he was fine, we both had fun,  and we made it home safely!

I can't find words to express the joy I experience in the company of this lovely little boy.  The pleasure I get from him calling me Nanny is overwhelming because even though we don't see each other often, he still knows who I am.

This trip has gone far too quickly.  I have less than a week left to cram in as much time as possible with my daughter and grandsons.

And...I will be in Kusadasi after all for most of this summer season...more about that later.

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Post No. 500

Well I've reached my 500th post...quite a milestone! 

This post really ought to be a significant one...something special to celebrate having got this far with my blog.   However, those of you who have followed me for a while will know that I don't really do "special"...I just do me and my life..the things that happen that make me happy, sad, frustrated, angry...and many other emotions too.

I'm still amazed that anyone would really want to read my ramblings, but a big thankyou to those of you who do!

I've nothing much to write about today, other than to say that life isn't too bad at the moment.  In some respects it could be better, but overall I'm feeling more optimistic about the future than I have for a long time. I'm just happy to be spending some time here in England with my family, and thankful that I have two healthy grandsons and a daughter who has turned into the best mother any child could have.

Thanks again to all my followers,and here's hoping I can manage another 500!

Thursday, 5 May 2011

14 days already...

...since I arrived in England.  As usual I'm staying with my brother and sister-in-law who always make me very welcome...home from home.  There was a lot of anxious waiting the first week until Jimi was born on the day of the Royal Wedding.  This is rather amusing because my daughter is anti-monarchy and had no intention of watching the least she was otherwise distracted!

Jimi continues to thrive.  Billy is adapting quite well.  No doubt there will be a few tantrums but he is such a good natured little boy that I am sure they will grow up together being the best of buddies!

I've managed to catch up with a couple of friends, and also my other brother and his family.  I've had my eyes tested...long overdue...and they have as I thought deteriorated.  I managed to get a very good deal on new glasses...much cheaper than I've ordered them.  I can't wait to start using them then maybe my eyes will be less puffy and I'll stop squinting at the laptop screen through my current glasses!

Yesterday afternoon the weather was glorious and I spent a few hours with my daughter, son-in-law and my grandsons.  When I arrived, Billy was napping in his bedroom, Jimi was asleep in his buggy and daughter and son-in-law were both sitting in the garden reading.  I'm not sure how many more peaceful times like this they'll manage to achieve, but I was pleased to see them making the most of it.  They are a perfect little family and so happy...and I am very proud of them.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

An eye for an eye?

Am I strange in thinking that it's totally wrong to rejoice in the death of Osama Bin Laden?   I know he was evil...I know he deserved to die, but I find it sickening to watch the celebrations from America being flashed across TV screen all over the world.  What does this really say about the mentality of supposedly civilised human beings in the 21st Century? 

Remember the words of Martin Luther King Jr:

"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that"

NB.  I copied and pasted the above quote from did many others.  It would seem that the quote isn't entirely accurate.  That doesn't bother me at all because they're good words and I'd still stand by them whoever wrote them.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

New Header Picture

I was just browsing our village Facebook page this morning and came across the picture that I am now using as my blog header.  The white building behind the tree on the left is our house and the stone building to the right of the tree is the old house in our garden.

But just look at that view...I'm missing home already!