I don’t know why, possibly spring in the air but I decided to visit this blog for the first time since I got ill, just after my last blog post in October 2013. To cut a long story short, I started to go numb and fell over a few times. I spent some time in hospital, had lots of tests and ever since have been seeing all sorts of consultants. We still don’t know what’s wrong except that my thyroid was lazy. I didn’t want to write about it as, let’s face it, it’s all rather boring. I’ve not written here for that reason. I didn’t want to go on about it but it’s been a big part of my life so it seemed odd to write here without mentioning it. It slowly got worse over a period of about a year. It felt like I was sinking into quicksand, but it seems to have got as bad as it’s going to get or at least is controlled by pills now. My feet, legs and left hand are still numb but I don’t feel particularly ill. We’ve ruled out lots of stuff. Bad brain things, spine and back things, MS, Lyme disease and I think Multiple Myeloma (I’m sure I don’t have that as I’d have been dead by now if I had it I think). Next up is a bone marrow biopsy and I’m awaiting the results of more blood tests and a full body x ray. I’m quite immobile these days and have to use a crutch if I go out of the house but I’ve got much better at coping with ‘my condition’. It occurred to me today that coming clean and mentioning it here may actually help me to come to terms with it. Anyway, enough of that. Now I’ve said it, lets move on…
Here’s my new Christmas 2013 card. It’s based around my favourite Christmas song. To me, the story of the lyrics makes it even better.
As you can see, I’ve been paper-cutting again. The front of the card is my own papercut design:
Hope you like it. It’ll go on sale tomorrow. Talking of sales, I’m having another one at the house on Sunday. 2 hours only. Posters will be less than half price. Christmas cards 50% off. Come and say hello and have a browse if you can
All of my products will be included while stocks last. Here we are if you don’t know where to find us.
Ever since we moved to this house we have been subject to rumours. It goes with the territory to an extent. It also goes with living in such a small ‘community’. Usually the rumours are about the house. They are without exception never true. Over the last few months we’ve got sick of hearing them coming back to us;
“The house is for sale.” “The house is sold”. “Someone has bought a license for it”. The name of a particular person ” xxxxxx has purchased it” (someone we know but haven’t even seen for about 8 years). “The bar is re-opening at the August Bank Holiday weekend”. There will even “be a marquee on the lawn”.
It’s all rubbish as usual. It’s upsetting to hear all of this stuff. Especially upsetting for my family. Also probably upsetting for those who are hoping these things will happen. It always amazes me that people are happy to spread the rumours but not ask us whether they are true. All they need to do is ask.
Anyway, I’m going to say this only once. In the more that 10 years that we have lived here, no one has ever even so much as made us a serious offer for the place. Not once. It isn’t and has never been on the market. Briefly, when we were closing the bar, I asked a group of locals who were disappointed to make us an offer. They never did. That doesn’t mean that we wouldn’t sell if anyone made us an offer because no one in their right minds would ever say never but no one ever has.
I just wanted to say that. I know the rumours won’t stop. This may even make them worse but, what the hell
Last year I plastered the downstairs corridor and painted it. It’s in 3 different sections, 3 shades of blue. I had lots of dark blue paint left from the bar so thought I ought to use it.
It’s good to get lots of pictures up. I love seeing our friends and family so regularly. I pretty much emptied my photo albums.
In some places you can see my plaster patching but it still looks better than it did so it will do for now
I’m ashamed of myself for posting so intermittently here. Twitter and Pinterest are to blame Anyway, no need for excuses. I’ve been doing stuff around the house over the last year. Here’s the front hall now.
I fell in love with some fabric and went mad making a curtain and cushions. The fabric pattern and colour just makes me feel happy every time i see it.
Anyone who has ever visited and seen our front hall dumping ground will notice what a huge difference this is
That’s Al’s rowing machine.
We were down to 3 girls and 4 boys in the hen house. Not good. That’s counting Jill Halfpenny who is hopping around on one leg. It was time to do something about it. We wanted to get more bantams but that’s not so easy around here. We took a trip to Dookinella on Achill Island and now have 6 new girls. One is a bantam and the other 5 are normal sized. They are huge by comparison. Twice the size of our roosters :-). One of our new hens is an Araucana or at least in part. She lays green eggs!
The new girls with one of our roosters who's trying hard to get in their good books. Trudi looks on.
The Araucana on the left has a beard. I'm thinking of calling the one on the right Pavlova.
Poor Jill Halfpenny is probably not long for this world. With all of the excitement yesterday she decided to take a trip outside. I thought I would capture her and her lovely whiskers before it's too late.
Here's Jill again next to the new Araucana. She's very small by comparison but very dignified.
I’ve produced a book cover for my friend’s wonderful book. You can read some excerpts on her site. I’m now working on another paper cut on a topic very close to my heart.
Paper-cutting that is. I really enjoyed this one. I love to get to grips with my scalpel. I’ve made a header for my friend The Glutton’s blog. To celebrate, she is giving away one of my Aw Go On… posters. All you need to do is leave a comment on the blog. Today is the last day for entries.
Everyday when I get up I let Trudi out for her morning ablutions and take in the view from our front door. This was my view this morning:
You may not even notice, but this sight took my breath away. See the person to the left of the gate? Gave me such a shock. There is never a person visible when I look outside. They were just standing there, smoking a fag. Trudi went over to investigate and that alerted them to the fact they had been spotted. She came back when I called her and I made sure that I took plenty of photos of the intruder trying to clamber over the rocks by the shore. I found the whole thing quite freaky and all a bit ‘grim reaper’.