Honestly, it's enough to drive a body to drink so it is...no news about long lost relatives today 'cos Ancestry appears to have disappeared...I'm presuming not literally, the website is unavailable so I suppose that means it has problems. Might have been me adding all those Mary's and Johns.
Then my laptop wouldn't let me play at all...it locked me out, which is awful mean and the cursor slid quietly off the screen and I sat there and looked at it for a while and sulked...then Himself took the battery out...put it back in again and lo and behold it worked...
And then I was hot gluing with my glue gun and dribbled scalding hot glue all over my fingers so dashed out to the water butt and plunged my hand in and swore violently but thought I'd caught it in time not to blister...it has blistered though and it's a bit sore but I daresay I'll live to see another day...
Jason has been trying to dig a trench today and from what I can gather he was doing a bit of cursing as well...the land is rocky here. Not smallish stones but feckin' great rocks which lurk just under the surface ready and waiting for anyone foolish enough to want to dig a garden or a trench...
Most gardeners have lazy beds for their veggies...raised beds in other words, heaped with compost to bring them about a foot off the grounds surface. It's totally impossible to grow any root vegetables otherwise...they end up stumpy and peculiar looking.
Stone picking was a regular job for women and children in times gone by...they'd be gathered into baskets and tipped out at the sides of the fields to be collected and used for stone walls and buildings. Because soil erosion caused by wind and weather means the soil surface is endlessy shifting, it would constantly reveal yet more boulders...must have been a truly back-breaking task.
Teresa and Reuben are away to Kenya on holidays...quite why anyone would want to see moth-eaten lions munching impala I can't imagine, but there you go...each to his own as they say. They've been before and enjoyed it though it isn't a hoilday which would appeal to me in the very least...
There is a holiday I've earmarked for when Himself wins the Lotto though...it's seventeen days on the Trans-Siberian railway with plenty of stops along the way to visit places I've only heard about...I think you might have to dress up a bit for dinner and that would cause me some problems...I'd look daft in a posh frock and certainly could never wear high heels in a month of Sundays. Perhaps I could take my fluffy slippers and no-one would notice...
He wins five € on a pretty regular basis but it needs several noughts behind that five to make it really worth the while...
I've just read a blog about the perils of older men and I thought oooh...'cos Himself is an older man and he neither looks, sounds nor behaves like one. Has his funny little ways but then don't we all...and I was wondering what the ladies who expressed discontent about older men were going to do when their own husbands and partners grew old? And our friend John, aka Storm Lizard, is an older man and he has a sharp wit and intelligence which honest to god counts for much.
Isn't it ever so slightly shallow to dismiss a man who has reached their sixties or seventies when most of us are around that age group and wouldn't you rather a man who is kind and thoughtful and has a sense of humour and some degree of intelligence than a drop dead handsome lad with nothing between his ears?