January Books
Just a few books this month… including a few Kindle editions.
Confessions of a GP by Benjamin Daniels
A Dancer in Wartime by Gillian Lynne
Born in Ice by Nora Roberts
Hothouse Flower by Lucinda Riley
Just a few books this month… including a few Kindle editions.
Confessions of a GP by Benjamin Daniels
A Dancer in Wartime by Gillian Lynne
Born in Ice by Nora Roberts
Hothouse Flower by Lucinda Riley
Not the most exciting of pictures today but hey ho.
The cats like the roof of Mum’s funky little Fiat 500 car. I am not sure whether it is because it is warm, or whether it is hammock like, but they definitely spend a reasonable amount of time on it. Justin spends the most time up there and seems to readily shed his ginger fur everywhere. Usually when we get home Justin lies down in the middle of the driveway and waits for his tummy to be tickled. It’s quite cute, although I suspect he is just performing for his dinner!
Yesterday I saw Barnabas sitting and clutching this soft toy and it made me smile.
Pink Bunny is mine and she is over 30 years old. I am not exactly sure when I got her but I do know that I had her when I went into hospital to have my tonsils and adenoids out which was when I was about 5 years old.
She is well loved, her fur has rubbed off in some places and she has been through the washing machine several times.
I happen to think she looks pretty good for her age! I like the well-worn look.
Today is The Mister’s birthday and we have had a lovely relaxed day.
We spent the morning lying in bed watching the Australian Open final on TV and then my sister, brother-in-law and the children descended to have roast dinner with us. They were all on good form, and in particular Barnabas was very keen to help his Uncle blow out his candles on his birthday cake!
I have to admit that I made a fabulously good chocolate birthday cake… however when I tried to work out the Slimming Wold syn value I got scared!
Today The Mister and I went to Candie Garden Museum in St Peter Port. We went to see the Titanic exhibition there, which looks at the Guernsey people who were aboard the Titanic when it sunk. It was a very small exhibition, with only a few things to look at, including a mock-up of what a Second Class cabin would look like.
The thing I liked though was the tickets to get in which were made to look like a boarding pass for the ship and included the names of real passengers on each one. We were then able to go and have a look at the folder and see what happened to the people. The Mister and I were Mr Dickinson H Bishop and Mrs Helen Bishop and the information said that we were, “Husband and wife travelling home after their four month honeymoon. In the years following the disaster Dickinson endured rumours that he had dressed as a woman in order to secure a place on the lifeboat Helen regretted leaving her newly acquired dog Freu Freu in the cabin.”
For years Mum has collected little jugs which live on these shadow shelves in the kitchen. Every time a family member goes abroad we try and track down one of these to add to her collection but I think she might be about to run out of space!
Take a look at the massive cobweb in the top left hand corner. Mum pleaded with me to put up one of the pictures I took after I removed the cobweb, but I thought it added interest…. and it showed how slovenly we are!
Today has been a really high tide which means a weather warning was issued as the sea has a tendency to come right over the wall, bringing with it a variety of stones and other debris. I took a quick trip to Cobo before work with my camera to get a photo, although at one point I managed to get soaked by a wave that caught me unaware.
A very high tide also means a very low tide, which at this time of year means an Omering Tide. Ormers are a type of shell-fish that can only be gathered at a very low tide and there are strict rules about the size of ormers that are collected. I think they are rather revolting but Dad loves them and he was given a couple as a present the other day. The Mister and I were lying in bed when we heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen, it would seem that Dad was battering the poor ormers into submission before plunging them into the deep freeze. Poor little dead sea creatures.
When we sit down for dinner we are often joined by the cats who are little for a little share of food (not that we would ever feed them from the table, would we Dad? hmmm) In particular Justin appears as soon as the yoghurt pots come out and he is especially partial to licking out the empty pots. Very cute, especially as he always ends up with little dots of yoghurt all over his nose!