Tuesday, August 11th, 2009 | Uncategorized | 1 Comment

Every so often something happens that will change your future; the plans that you had set and the outlook you had.  Sometimes it is a wonderous thing, and sometimes painful and difficult.

Either way, adjustments must be made.  For the past two weeks I have been making several adjustments, slowly; sometimes with careful thought and sometimes trying hard not to think.  There will be many changes to come and new plans to make; new directions to seek out and new adventures.  No matter what has happened, it’s always difficult not to be excited by the future.

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Hello to the worms

Monday, November 10th, 2008 | Uncategorized | No Comments

Two years ago I bought Tom and myself wormeries for Christmas, an odd sort of Christmas present perhaps but I assure you that he had asked for one.  For a year or so they provided lots of lovely fertilizer for the garden but in the end met their demise, probably from over-feeding.

So a couple of weeks ago I decided it was time for a new wormery.  I do like our wormey familiars, they provide the lovely fertilizer for all those bulbs I’ve been planting recently and it’s also a lovely way to recycle all those kitchen scraps.

It takes a couple of weeks for the worms to get settled into their new home, but from this Wednesday we can start to feed them proper food.  In winter they eat a lot less, so it’s going to be a slow start, making sure we’re not overfeeding them again.  In a couple of months we’ll start to get the liquid fertilizer from the wormery, just in time for all the crocus, daffs, snowdrops, bluebells, tulips, irises and alliums I’ve been busily planting.

I’ve got my fingers crossed that the garden does fill with all these flowers.  I’m a little unsure of the quality of the soil, although this years summer plants did well (until the slugs got them anyway).  There’s still lots of ivy removal that needs to be done before spring, and the buddlea needs to be trimmed back.  With any luck, come March/April the garden with be alive with colour, rather than alive with fighting cats.

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Packing up and moving on

Friday, August 1st, 2008 | home | No Comments

Instead of spending my Friday night in the pub, I’m knee deep in bags and boxes, packing up the most important things in my flat.  A year and nine months on and I’m moving out, leaving the fantastic wallpaper behind and settling in a couple of hundred yards down the road with Tom.

I’ve spent the last two hours sorting through my wardrobes and realising how many clothes I have that I simply never wear.  Of course, this would be the perfect opportunity to throw things out, and I have made a bit of a dent but I’m hanging on to what is a terrifingly large amount of jeans and jumpers because, quite frankly, you can never have enough of them.

Next up is the kitchen, I’m quite determind to hang on to a large amount of kitchen implements too.  You may be starting to suspect that I’m finding it quite difficult to let go of “my stuff”, and you could be right.  I however, have a perfectly good reason for this.  My stuff is just plain better!  Well, I might get away with that for some things anyway.

Despite the hoards of boxes and the prospect of deciding over which iron irons best, which kettle boils fastest and which toaster you can fit more bread into, I’m really looking forward to moving.  I will miss my little flat.  Unlike my last house, I’m the only person who’s lived her.  And it’s all mine, my first mortgage.  I was somewhat apprehensive at first, a mortgage means that you’re old, finally grown up.  In all honesty though it’s been no different to paying rent.  Well, except I suspect a landlord wouldn’t let me get away with chinese dragon wallpaper.  I shall be keeping hold of it though and renting it out for the foreseeable future and so can still call it “my little flat”.

Once I’ve got the kitchen packed, I’m going sit back and spend the rest of the evening bathing in the nostalgia, spending what could well be my last night here.  I shall settle down with a cold one, lie back on the sofa and trawl through the memories, before stepping on to the next adventure.

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