Finally, with one more trip into town and two trips to the supermarket, the Christmas preparations were complete. Presents were wrapped, some cooking and cleaning done. One thing we didn’t do this year was put up decorations. Somehow, it didn’t seem right when our heads were full of the big gap left by Commando Senior. This year it will be a quiet celebration, just us, some presents and some food. There may be some walking. In fact there has to be some walking if I’m going to make those hundred December miles. Continue reading Merry Christmas
Somehow Christmas has crept up on me when I wasn’t looking. Perhaps this has something to do with losing four days to flu. So Sunday found me with presents to buy and lots of miles to walk if I wanted to make the hundred by the end of the month. It seemed a good idea, then, to combine the two things and walk the five miles to the Swan Centre in Eastleigh. Continue reading Mansbridge, last minute shopping and making up the miles
By Friday morning the WordPress upgrade debacle of the night before felt like it had been a bad dream. When I checked the blog I was glad to see things looked relatively normal although some work was still needed to make things pretty. Sadly I didn’t have time for that because I had to go to work. At least it wasn’t raining but the wet pavements told me it had been. It was colder by a few degrees too but nothing that could really be termed wintry. It may be December but somehow winter doesn’t seem to be able to get a grip this year. Continue reading What happened to winter?
With just a few days to go until Christmas when every corner you turn there seems to be sweets, cakes and other tempting goodies, this post from September 2012 seems quite apt. This is the season of temptation, binges and regrets. If you followed by old, sadly deceased, blog www.fatgirlslimblog.co.uk you will know I used to be much, much bigger. In fact I was verging on the morbidly obese. Not only that, I was unhappy and out of control. It took me two years or more to lose the weight. Since then, despite a few ups and downs, I’ve kept it off, more or less. In this post I meet temptation face to face and come out victorious. Then I share a few of my thoughts on how I manage to do this. Right about now it’s advice I need to heed. Continue reading Step away from the cake! – first published 20 September 2012
On Wednesday I returned to work feeling about eighty percent better but still weak and slightly wooly headed. The best I can say is that I got through the day and there was some walking. Sadly the walking was through drizzly streets. There were no photos, just one foot in front of the other and willpower to get there. Continue reading Top marks LCN, epic fail WordPress!
After almost a whole week with no walking of any kind unless you count from the bed to the loo, the December hundred miles were looking more and more doubtful. My little Tuesday morning jaunt up the Big Hill, steep as it is, and a wander around the garden didn’t really help matters. Still, I had a plan to get a few more miles under my belt before I went back to work on Wednesday and this involved a little night walking. Continue reading Night walking and shining lights
In September 2012 we turned into curtain twitching nosy neighbours when the police camped out in front of the house across the road for three days. It felt as if we were under surveillance and we had no idea what was going on. At the same time the slightly scatty but nice neighbour who lived there seemed to have disappeared and, after a spate of burglaries in the area, we were worried about her. When we found out what was really going on we were stunned and horrified. Continue reading some thoughts on human nature – first published 18 september 2012
After my Tuesday shopping trip and a little rest while I drank a warming cup of coffee, I decided to go out and see how my poor neglected garden was doing. At a glance, apart from the bright yellow flowers on the mahonia, it looked rather barren. The tall spikes of starry seed heads on the garlic chives added to the sense of desolation and I wondered if there’d be anything at all to see. Continue reading Surprises in the winter garden
My village perches on the top of a Big Hill, the one I’m always moaning about climbing. The hill is actually called Lances Hill, after David Lance who once owned the land stretching from the village down to the river. It was David Lance who originally built the Big Bridge over the Itchen, more correctly called Northam Bridge, to connect his grand estate to the town of Southampton. After yesterday’s grumble about struggling up the Hill to the shops I thought I’d share a post I wrote back in 2012 to give you a better idea of the problem. Continue reading a tale of two hills – first published 15 September 2012
Being ill and housebound for almost a week has meant not only a lack of walking miles for December but a decided lack of photos or things to write about. There was a fair bit of looking out of the window from the sofa when I was awake but the energy to pick up the phone and take any pictures of what I saw out there was decidedly lacking. On Monday Commando drove me into town for a little more Christmas present buying but, still feeling a little wobbly, the only picture I took was of one of the cheery decorations on a stall in the German Market. Some presents were bought though so I’d call that progress. Continue reading The holly and the ivy