Monday 29 August 2016

Meeting my goal(s)

Actually, that's a big fat lie as I'm nowhere near my goals BUT.... after some hard work over that past week I'm a whisker away from my walking target.  In order to reach 1000 miles by the end of the year I need to do about 3 miles a day. I've been a bit lazy lately as it's been so hot but a few days of early morning walks mean I'm just about back on target - 660 miles to date.

The other goal is to lose weight. That one's much harder. I love my food and for a long while now I've eaten my way out of any problem that comes along. Suddenly, however, I seem to have got my head in the right place. I'm not doing any fad diet. In fact I'm not dieting at all, just eating 3 reasonable meals a day with no snacking. Combined with the extra exercise it means I've lost 5 pounds over a couple of weeks. The tough part will come when I go on holiday in a couple of weeks.

Watch this space...

Finally, since a post is boring without pictures I'll show you some of my usual walking route, only minutes from my doorstep even though I live in one of the most densely populated areas of Kent. Aren't I lucky?


Sunday 21 August 2016

Woe is me!

I'm such an idiot! My nephew and his wife are expecting their first baby in a couple of months. Naturally I thought I'd make them a quilt. In fact, I thought I'd make two as they don't want to know the baby's sex in advance. I took a lot of trouble putting extra wadding under the motifs and quilting round them to make the whole thing nice and puffy. Not to mention stitching in the ditch round each block. I checked it numerous times during the process but it was only after I finished that I spotted the (most definitely not) deliberate mistake:

Now what do I do? Cross my fingers and hope it's a girl?  I think I'll probably just make another and hide this one at the bottom of the pile.

Friday 5 August 2016

He purred!!!

I may have mentioned it before but my life is completely ruled by the furry man in my life. Jeremy is 3/4 ragdoll and we won't talk about the other 1/4. Ragdolls are vocal - a trait which he has inherited - and affectionate - a trait which he definitely has not. Don't get me wrong, he sits on my lap, grooms the back of my hair and, on cold nights, pushes his way under the duvet to get warm. But all of that is on his terms. He doesn't like to be touched uninvited and under no circumstances must anyone ever try to pick him up.

Now this morning I woke up early and found him on the bottom of my bed. I reached down to say "Good morning" and stroked him and... HE PURRED!!!.

I know there is a lot wrong with the world, but today I'm walking around with a smile on my face and feeling as though I've won the lottery and all because my furry boy purred.


ps. it could have something to do with the mouse tail I found when I went downstairs.