Thursday of Droppings

Well that was a day.  I started it by chatting on instagram Mystory about the errors I've made in throwing things out, and ended up home an hour early with a G&T in the garden. 

Here's how. 

A few weeks ago I had a mouse visit my desk drawers.  I had to empty contents into a box and have the drawers disinfected.  Following this bit by bit I emptied the box and put my papers etc back into the drawers. All but a few pieces I didn't know what to do with . As it turns out someone else did, to the surprise of me!

On arrival at the office on Thursday I found



Except for





I pondered this event for a while, 





 I also  worked, I answered emails and after a couple of hours I went to make a cuppa.  I did wonder who wanted my rubbish, and not the box, nor the 'dropping ' for that matter.

On return to my desk with my tea I found




So in fear that the culprit hadn't noticed the dropping 






Well good deed done I settled back into work. 



At 3 pm ish



At 3.50 ish




So I caught a train thinking a fine example of anything having uses,  even a mouse dropping. 






 


OK full disclosure,  there was a powercut across the town.  Our office decided it was a health and safety hazard as a fire alarm wouldn't work without power  so they sent us home.  Still, it could so easily have been the 'dropping. '

After that I sat in the garden in the sunshine with a lovely and unexpected G&T.

Manchester

Waking up to the terrible news. My heart is with this beautiful, elegant,  quiet city. Last Tuesday I awoke in Manchester and enjoyed my wet but peaceful walk to work.

This city is not a London or a New York.  It doesn't have the crowds and bustle.  You can see how quiet the streets are from my pictures. 

Well I don't want to give the culprits more attention so will leave it there.

Bless you Manchester. 

Manchester, not by Sea

Dear reader,

I had the pleasure this week of visiting Manchester for work.  The majority of the time I was in a conference but did have the opportunity to see the city in the evenings and walking to the conference centre from the hotel.  I have to say that I do find this midlands city really very attractive.

Here are my pics and videos.  I will not spoil this with waffle.

First a video

pretty Manchester  





China Town


flower bed on the roof of the bus stop shelter

Canal Street in the rain

reminds me of New York

The bar of my hotel was once the phone exchange


Manchester is split into districts

A Cosmopolitan 

Gorgeous architechure.  This is a hotel I think

St Peter's square



Manchester has a sound, its the sound of trams and the tram hoots, in this video here


tram station at night



then it's time to leave  a video, again


And the Answer Is. ..

An exhaust pipe or tail pipe.


The other answer, the one to how to follow my blog, for which I have had questions recently, is that I have added the follow buttons now.  Wanting to follow me I find a particularly interesting form of punishment but each to their own.  However, you need to go to desktop view and you will see the follow options to the right. 

Extreme Parcelling

I have been known to wake in the night,  read a blog,  order something,  go to sleep,  forget about it and get a surprise from the postman a few days later. Nothing like this though.  This parcel is extreme.  

Watch it unfold on You tube.  click on the links




What has miss 22 gone and done now?






Did you guess?

The Fumigation of Me

Dear reader,  why should Mr Him with his guest electrocution,  Miss 22 with her visit to a racing car circuit have all the fun!

Throw in me being poisoned on a train and perhaps I will have caught up. Yes, I was close to being poisoned  by fumigation, and Mr Him was nowhere near.

Here's how the story goes, in pictures. 


Then I changed train for the cross country gentleman's train.

Then




Thank goodness for paperwork!






Still, the train wasn't so wobbly. 



Where?!

Dear reader,  I awoke Sunday morning to a text from Miss 22 saying she was passing Birmingham signs and heading north.  As we live in Sussex and I last saw her heading to bed this was no mean feat.





I asked her where she was going. Silverstone race track was the answer.  She added she 'wasn't going on the circuit'. Well that was a relief! 



Silverstone race track holds the UK grand prix.  This weekend it hosted a Japanese car rally thingy. 

Here are her  pics for you.










Flaming Grill and Other Tortures

Dear reader,  my garden welcomed tall and plentiful things on Saturday.  Firstly 10 relatives and secondly 10 foot tall bamboo.  The bamboo arrived first.  As for the relatives we were the 5 of us plus my mum, brother,  brother's wife, brothers wife's sister and her children.  Phew.  We were planning a bbq and luckily the weather was just about warm enough.


Mr Him made masses of potato salad and coleslaw.  




I made an Eton Mess for dessert.





 Others brought salads and puddings.  Sausages and ostrich steaks were bbq'd.





Guests were electrocuted,   burgers were set light to. All standard bbq fun when Mr Him is around. 






Electrocuted you ask.  Yes, apparently Mr Him thought they'd like it. Go figure!  It was a game called Shocking Roulette.  The last one alive eats the bbq food, and puts out the flames, I hope. 




Anyway fun was had by all, mainly because there weren't many takers for the game.

The next day I provided Mr Him with a game.  It was called 'take on the bamboo and win'.  I sat and watched. 




Didn't he do well! He won.  Doesn't it look fabulous.  I'm so pleased with Him.





A Delayed Easter

It's been a while.  I've been busy having back ache. I have also had  Easter. I know it's perhaps a bit yesterday to talk of Easter but that's all I have to talk of at the moment, unless  you want me to talk of ligaments, discs and ibuprofen with a side order to heat packs.

Mr Him decided that he was not cooking this Easter.  Excusable as he does normally do the roasts. So I volunteered the family.  Clever that. 

However I did put the chicken in the oven with butter and herbs.  Then I went to the huge effort of lining up the young adults to prepare the veg.

Miss 22 peeled and washed potatoes. 




Miss 18 chunked them for roasties. 



Mr 26 prepared the sprouts and showed the girls how to do them.  He did say,  ' yes, I can't believe it myself.'  The reason for the disbelief is that  Mr 26 couldn't cook an egg barely when he moved in. Mr Him taught him sprout preparation a couple of xmas' ago and now that's his routine task. 




What did I do?  The chicken. Plus sliced butternut squash.  I cheated and bought the squash pre-sliced.  Hey, it works!

Any guilt was soon disregarded as the girls equally soon got bored and re purposed the kitchen into a skating rink as seen on this video




And that was Easter accompanied by chocolate. 



Thursday of Droppings

Well that was a day.  I started it by chatting on instagram Mystory about the errors I've made in throwing things out, and ended up hom...