Went to the podiatrist this morning for my monthly appointment. What a delight. A new, young chap dealt with me and was so efficient and had the best attitude I could have asked for. He had sliced my corns an cut my weird, long, curving claw like nails before I knew it was over. He chatted all the while, distracting me from the proceedings. What a change from the previous chap who hurt me and gave me the impression he just did not like feet. My feet feel great now!



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One little tumble

In my younger years, if I should fall, I would leap to my feet, as if on a piece of elastic, for fear anyone saw what had happened. Four days ago, I tripped on the final step of our stairs and sprawled across it, twisting on my way down. The next day, having twisted my knee and badly jarred my arthritic hip I could not put any weight on my leg and scared the life out of the dogs by shrieking in pain when I sat down. Lying down was a farce, involving Terry’s help and many strategically placed pillows. Unashamed by my apparent inability to cope with pain, I consumed as many strong painkillers as allowed. Four days on and I am still limping with difficulty and my knee chooses to give out at odd moments.

If I needed a salutary warning that I am not the limber woman of my youth, this was it. The pain will pass but I think the slight fear of a repeat event will stay much longer.

Without Terry taking charge and tending to my needs and all household chores, I would have been lost. I feel for all people who do not have a caring partner to help in times like this. My man deserves a medal.


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To jab or not to jab..


Yes, it is that time of the year when doctors send out their flu jab invites and when I spend ten seconds thinking it over before graciously declining. Despite being diabetic, arthritic and having suffered two small strokes I am generally of robust type. No sniffles or temperatures for this old gal! However, this past week has seen me in the clutches of a full blown common cold. Hacking cough, tap dripping nose, sore throat and ear infection coupled with a fevered brow, have all conspired to make me give pause to my decision. Maybe I shall gratefully accept my invitation after all.



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Rest in peace Seamus Heaney,died age 74




Between my finger and my thumb   

The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound   

When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:   

My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds   

Bends low, comes up twenty years away   

Stooping in rhythm through potato drills   

Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft   

Against the inside knee was levered firmly.

He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

To scatter new potatoes that we picked,

Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.   

Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day

Than any other man on Toner’s bog.

Once I carried him milk in a bottle

Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up

To drink it, then fell to right away

Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods

Over his shoulder, going down and down

For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap

Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge

Through living roots awaken in my head.

But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests.

I’ll dig with it.


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Cat burgler

Bought a new, squishy bed for our big, Newfoundland dog and who has taken possession? Porter, our fat cat!



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Last night someone broke into our garden and trashed a few plants. How I wish I had bought a camera and light! I feel so sad and angry! I think it was probably kids but hey ho what can I do but feel sad.


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Summertime at home



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Naughty boys

Naughty boys playing on the stairs.


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Greedy thief!

You would imagine I would know better but no, I left a bowl of eight apples on the kitchen table this morning and walked away. Two minutes later, I returned to discover all eight apples were missing. The moral of the tale is never trust a greedy dog!



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Summer bedding has begun


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