Monday, 21 May 2018

A Royal Wedding weekend

Well if anything this will make Robert happy. He is one of those Royal fans and highly approves of the upper class, well, very high upper class. Harry and Meghan are getting married this weekend and Windsor is going to come alive with the sound of military bands and church bells. I see prince Phillip is going to be there, just had a hip op and at 97 makes his way to the wedding. Rather him then me, you all know what I think of weddings.
Talking about wedding and my blog on the fore mentioned subject. I did get a frosty review from she who must be obeyed. Seems I might have upset some people who have already got married. If so please accept my sincere apologies and be happy in your marriage. If you decide to get married again, I refer you to my previous blog on marriage. 
With all that said I must ramble on a bit and give you the schedule for the royal wedding. 
9:00 All invited guests to arrive and be seated.
9:30 All celebrity guests to arrive and be seated.
11:45 Prince Harry arrives 
12:00 Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip arrive
12:05 Meghan arrives.
12:15 Service starts.
13:05 Service ends. 
I rest my case, you do the maths, pretend you an invited guest.
I really hope this is that fairy tale wedding and they do live happily ever after. I want them to, but have my doubts. So does the Queen from the image of her and Prince Phillip. 

Thursday, 17 May 2018

Bluebells and other flowers

Susan organised a bluebell walk at Pamphill, next to Kingston Lacy. Meeting at the car park at 8:30 was a bonus as we missed the traffic and all the people who would be visiting the carpets of bluebells. The plan was to meet Anna and John with Lady Vivienne and go for a stroll in the forest and admire the bluebells and then onto a coffee shop.

Lady Vivienne arrived in a floral top over white crop pants and matching floral cross trainers. As we were there to see the floral display it was fitting one of us dressed for the occasion. 

Jenson was, as always, well behaved and stayed with us most of the time. Sadly the bluebells were getting a little passed their prime and I only saw a few late bloomers in full colour but as you can see it still was worth the visit and we all enjoyed the walk. 

Coffee, we were too early, so we decided to head moor the beach in search of breakfast and to give Jenson a cool swim before the heat of the day forced him and I indoors.

Well that turned out to be a disappointment as the beach car park was already full by 9:45. The Susan took JB for a quick swim, while I double parked on the peninsula and we made for The Kitchen in Poole park, their breakfast is not as good but we were not too fussed by then.

Reading back it all looks a little boring but in fact was quite an enjoyable time. Susan is now on the beach with Lady Vivienne and I am sitting at Sandbanks cafe enjoying a good cup of coffee before getting dinner. Not sure but roast gammon, new potatoes and salad quite takes my fancy. 

Saturday, 5 May 2018

Lesser Spotted Great Golden Normal Bird

I take a pen to paper and see what the words will do. It is like drawing.

Susan in search of that bird
Susan and Robert were out walking and they spotted a golden coloured bird, bigger than a normal bird but smaller than a fat pigeon. On arriving home they came to me and asked if I knew what it was. Remember I was not there, so did not see the bird eye to eye, but after some thinking I realised it might be the Lesser Spotted Great Golden Normal Bird (Guttera pucherani). Quite rare for this time of the year as birds do not seem to be one thing or another at the moment, but those that are passing through on their migration path can leave you a little confused. 

You must understand, some birds we see here look like Lesser Spotted Great Golden Normal Bird but are in fact very thin and can be any number of species. The Lesser Spotted Great Golden Normal Bird is not native to England, has been seen all over the world by twitters and other walkers. This bird is smaller than a pigeon and larger then a normal bird. Normal, meaning a sparrow or robin and we all know how big the cheeky pigeon is. Interesting spotting and I am sure the memory will stay with them for a time, cherished sightings are always good for the regular twitter. 

May bank holiday weekend is upon us and we can really look forward to an extra day tagged onto the weekend, also thousands of holidaymakers down to enjoy the sun and sea. With all the extra visitors we will need the extra day just to get from A to B. I am in favour of having 'residence' only roads that have a automatic boom that will only open if you are a resident. Allow the holidaymakers the main routes but keep the rest of the roads free. With the advent of Google maps they always find alternative routes that only the locals are meant to know. Anyway we are predicted 22deg C and a light breeze, Susan will be happy.

All for now, I will let you get on with what you should be doing.

Marriage Invitations

Postal strikes are actually quite a good thing, in our house anyway. Most of the post is not something I am over excited to see. Electricity/Gas bills, phone bills, council tax bills, but the thing that fills me with fear are wedding invitations. I liken it to having to see the dentist. You all know how that feels.
I really do not want to go, but it is difficult to get out of. They are long, boring ceremony and the equally long reception, that you have to sit through, mostly with strangers. I can always tell it's a wedding invite because the font on the envelope has so many swirls and curls it looks like your address was written out during a bumpy car ride.

I always try to get it into the bin before Susan gets wind of it. Getting rid of a wedding invitation is not as easy as you might think. The envelope is packed full of bits of glitter and gold hearts that stick to everything and when you open the envelope, it almost explodes the incriminating evidence all over you cloths, carpet and the dog.
Our Dyson vacuum cleaner is made of sterner stuff, has to pickup all the dogs hairs, so I vacuum all the evidence away. Empty the vacuum and empty the bin. You would think I am in the clear, no way, those stick bits of glitter have a supernatural ability to stick to the inside of the vacuum cleaner. 
I recently tried this but Susan knew immediately what I'd done when she went to vacuum the lounge and saw the glitter whizzing round inside the Dyson like some kind of demented washing machine.

Don't get me wrong, I am not against marriage. If two people want to get married, only two at a time, let them get on with it. Why all the fuss? Helping Susan buy a new car is a big deal but I do not invite everyone I know to help me. That is my challenge and I relish guiding her through the obstacles and doubts, not to mention her reluctance to part with her money.
The world has moved into a technology era and I say let's embrace it, fill in a form online, ticking all the boxes, agree to the terms and submit. Instantly you will receive your confirmation email congratulating you on your happy marriage. Maybe this is something I should setup. Having a big fancy wedding does not mean you love someone more, it just means you want to show off to your friends and family how much money you have to waste.

As you are aware, I am not too worried what other people think of me. There is one blatant point I would like to make. I am very fond of a good cake but that wedding cake has never appealed to me, actually I have yet to find someone who is willing to eat it on the night. 

I appeal to all that know me, send your wedding invitations to someone who is crazy enough to want to go and save me from glitter and exploding envelopes, not to mention the weird, frilly handwritten address.

Sunday, 22 April 2018

Summer cheeks

My word of the day is a classic. 

Drang: sometimes spelt drong (meaning) A narrow passage or lane between two walls, hedges, etc. In all cases, the common element is narrowness, and the notion of pressure – people passing through a narrow space – explains an etymological link with throng. No I did not mean thong, although that is also a narrow passage between two cheeks. Talking of cheeks, summer is taking its time to arrive, another overcast day with a breeze and only 8 deg C. I am looking forward to those lazy summer days strolling on the beach with Jenson and who ever else is around and wants to go for a walk. 
I am meant to be taking photographs of a house in Parkstone but the lure of coffee and a few minutes to write down my thoughts was too great and I find myself at the beach enjoying an Americano. 

My motto; Is everything OK? Then enjoy a coffee, if not, then you need a coffee.

Not that busy considering it is the Easter holidays and the brats are not back at school yet, pity that as there are a few in this otherwise quiet cafe. Looking around, I am not surprises to see most the children slightly frozen, their feet that bright pink from paddling in the cold water, trying to enjoy the holiday but really wanting to be back home, warm and comfortable. 
There is a woman talking about some exercise, at the next table, must be quite horsey, when she described an exercise involving her thighs she referred to them as her flank. I would imagine she can ride bareback without a bridle. Seems very cardia vascular and most intense.

What is in a name: Michael as an example. From the Hebrew name Mikha'el meaning "who is like God?". This is a rhetorical question, implying no person is like God. Michael is just one of the many that truly believe he is. Names, all have some meaning, the official and those we remember people by. A runner in the London marathon was called 

Eucalyptus, did not catch the last name but I would imagine she is long and strong with a unique scent. Actually the name Eucalyptus, is from the Greek words eu-, well, and kaluptos, cover, meaning "well-covered".

Talking of eucalyptus trees, I have always been fond of the Koala bear. I thought of buying a eucalyptus tree, it will have to be small but maybe as it grows the Koala will come. Got to start somewhere.

I ramble on and I am keeping you from your work, drop me a line and tell me how things with you.

Saturday, 14 April 2018

The Language of a Wordsmith

The way we are manipulating our language to serve a specific purpose is becoming must more difficult to fathom. 
Take for example the word 'hard' as in hard Brexit. When we hear that we automatically think there must be another alternative. In this case there is, soft Brexit. Sound more appealing, but if the original person who termed it hard Brexit was doing it on purpose then he or she has achieved their goal. Listening to a language professor on Radio 4 a few days ago, she explained that the original expression 'a hard Brexit' came from the porn connotation. Whether they realised that, we will never know but I am more comfortable with a soft Brexit, as it feels as though we will not be too effected by leaving the EU. 

I was watching a TV commercial the other day and did not get it at all, in fact I was not meant to as it was not aimed at me. Robert did and thought it was great.

I find there are times I can not explain a thought or an idea properly. Writing it down seems to give me the freedom to think it through and sometimes a better explanation is engineered by using the correct words and phrases. Robin Thompson, an author of numerous historical books, always said that as a wordsmith you need to have the right tools. Words are not enough, it is the true meaning of the words we need to understand. I did a creative writing course with him and still follow him on his blog, quite fascinating the way he users words.

I am finding it difficult at the moment to write any thing factual in the new websites we are doing. Camping site, Marquee Hire or Museums, all leaving me scratching my head for good content. My problem is I do not know enough about the subject to write anything meaningful and informative. In the future I must allocate at least a day to understand their business properly and then hopefully I will be better informed to write their content. 
Fiction on the other hand comes too easily for me and my book is cracking on a treat, in fact I expect a finished draft by the end of the year. Just need some clever people to proof it for me before I decide to publish. Any volunteers?