PROBLEMS WITH A ROUTER

I must apologise to the bloggers who follow me and those I follow: my computer has been out of action now for nearly two weeks, during which time I had no option but to delete all the emails that poured in daily. I find it impossible to work on a phone (I gave up on … Continue reading PROBLEMS WITH A ROUTER

Wish You Were Here

Lock down helps remind us of old friends. It also reminds me of when I used to send and receive a lot of postcards, and I remembered also the blog I wrote some years ago. Maybe now is the time to re-blog (and as it’s such a lovely day I can relax outdoors without feeling I should get on with sorting out my photographs for a new blog)!

Mari's Travels with her Camera

Today I got a postcard from abroad! So what? you may think.

So absolutely fantastic that I did an impromptu jig in the hallway when I picked it up before reverently placing it in a prominent position so that I could look at it and admire it for a few more days.

THE AZORES

Do you remember how exciting it was to receive a postcard in the days when people sent you postcards? Those mountain views, seascapes, hotels with the X placed just where the sender’s room was? The whiff of abroad that unsettled you as you sweltered in a stuffy office or maybe dreamed in your kitchen or garage as the evenings grew shorter and the winter light faded? You remember it now?

Japan
Mount Fuji, Japan

Next time you’re away from home, put away your smartphone, pack up the tablet, venture out and into the touristy gift shops and…

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The Christmas Pudding

I once had the idea of cooking a Christmas pudding by usng the original receipe but I gave up on that as a) finding the origins of the pudding wasn’t easy and b) when I delved deeper it sounded revolting. It seems that at the end of the winter solstice (or towards the time of the pagan festival which had been co-opted into the Christian festival of Christmas) all the good things from the recent harvest were poured into a huge cauldron and boiled up, things like hulled wheat, milk, apples, spices honey and whatever was left in the barns and the larders. The resulting concoction was called a porridge.

From Trash to Cash

Image by Francoise Gisbert for Pixabay Sunday Photo Fiction Summer’s over, the chairs are wrecked, I’ll pile ‘em up, see if I can balance them and maybe make a bridge for the cats to walk over before I trash them (the chairs, not the cats).  Hmm.  Looks quite good against the sky.  O-M-G, I’ve created … Continue reading From Trash to Cash

The Future is Now

(Sunday Photo Fiction) Photo courtesy of Sue-Z You don't know about CCTV yet, you think I'm just an image on a computer. But moggie, I'm watching you! Things have moved along since you first pawed a laptop and back here I have your number! I see how your eyes narrow and your tail twitches when … Continue reading The Future is Now

Is it me? WP? Or gremlins?

Just to say that I've heard nothing from any of you lovely bloggers out there whose posts regularly pop into my Inbox to cheer me up. Finally, feeling both frustrated and cross, I approached WP for a reason as I knew you would all be posting and they suggested I check my Notifications page. So … Continue reading Is it me? WP? Or gremlins?

Wish You Were Here

Today I got a postcard from abroad!   So what? you may think. So absolutely fantastic that I did an impromptu jig in the hallway when I picked it up before reverently placing it in a prominent position so that I could look at it and admire it for a few more days. THE AZORES Do … Continue reading Wish You Were Here

Weekly Photo Challenge – UNUSUAL

  I couldn't resist this one.  I also saw it printed in very large white letters on a wall in the downtown area but it was in an area in which one felt uneasy taking photos so I didn't even take my camera out. It reminded me that we once had notices all over the … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge – UNUSUAL

New Year’s Eve 2015/2016

After last year's parade of people famous for merely being famous, fatuous comments from said celebs, frantic commenting from comperes striving too hard to convey a frenzy of excitement and "stars" swanning around swanky venues I decided that enough was enough.