Why does it always rain when I want to garden?


What is it with Mother Nature? Does she know that the only time I am inclined to garden are the same times she decides it’s going to rain…hard? I’m having a bit of a long weekend due to the fact the kids are off school. I don’t actually get these bank holidays at my work, so have taken them off as annual leave. However, our local school does get them. Anyway, I’m off and had different plans for the days:

– Friday was socialising day with my friend Tracy coming round for tea and buns, and my friend Mac coming round for a double dunter of Game of Thrones (she doesn’t have Sky so she comes to mine to watch it…it’s “torture” for me having to watch it all over again…NOT!)

– Saturday was visiting my parents day and eating the ginormous lunchtime feast my mother always puts on…I love it. I feel totally pampered and her cooking is ace. She makes her own quiche, pizza and bread which are just amazing. I didn’t even cook last night, my darling husband went out for a sausage supper for us. I know…bad for the waistline, but so good on the lips!!

– Sunday was to be sowing seeds day, but it’s a bit soggy outside. I did go out anyway, but the rain has driven me back inside. I did manage to finish weeding the drive and some of the plant pots. I sowed the potatoes, salad, carrots and spinach and sorted out the little plastic tunnel I have for my plot. I didn’t manage to get my other greenhouse (which is plastic) out from its winter lodgings in the garage, but maybe I’ll manage it tomorrow. Apart from the rain, there’s also been a bit of thunder!! Anyway, today hasn’t been a total loss. I woke up really early and went downstairs where I baked two loaves, made pancakes, emptied and filled the dishwasher, put the dryer on, put the washing on and generally tidied up. I managed a good hour of reading quietly on the sofa before everyone else got up…hubby first and the kids second (they were driven downstairs by the tantalising and all too appealing smell of the pancakes I was making!!)

Currently reading: Dodie Smith’s The New Moon with the Old. Am thoroughly enjoying it. The only thing that’s spoiling it is the amount of typos in the book….come on Constable Robinson, you can do better than that in future! Have someone read it over before you print!! One to three typos are acceptable, but I must be on about eight by now. Anyway, excellent book and I’d recommend it.

Right on to why boys can be disgusting. My boy had his friend over for tea on Thursday night straight after school. Thursday was school sports day and, although it threatened to chuck it down all day, it didn’t rain. We mums (and a couple of dads) sat together, dished out way too much picnic food, drank tea and chatted whilst cheering our offspring on. After it finished, the boy and his pal joined me and my girl in the car and we went home. Anyway, to cut a long story short, the dynamic duo went out into our estate and came back all elated holding something in their grubby little mitts.

My boy said: “Look mum! Look what we found!”

He held out his hand. His friend held out his hand. Between them they had part of the shell of a teeny tiny crab. My boy had a claw. His friend had part of the body and a claw. Ew! At least it wasn’t the squashed dead mouse my nephew brought back to his mum when he was four!!

Talking of nephews, my littlest nephew (aged two) was out playing in his garden and presented his mum with a pocketful of live snails!!

So, there you are: proof that boys can be disgusting!


Not great picture quality!

Not the actual crab, but something like it!

Anyway, on that note, I must fly. Am in desperate need of a cup of tea and maybe one of the Anzac biscuits I made on Friday. Mmmmmm.

Til next time!


Dawn xx


This snail has nothing to do with my post


Hello and how are you? It’s been really rainy and wet in ‘not so sunny’ Scotland…and really cold. Winter is definitely coming. I shiver just thinking about it! It’s time for hot winter stews, lap blankets and snuggling down in front of the telly to watch a cheesy Christmas movie (I love doing that).

Can’t believe it’s November already. Where did this year go? It’s true what they say – life really does get faster the older you get. Sigh.

Anyway, this week has been less busy than the previous few weeks and thank goodness. I couldn’t keep up that pace!! Apart from going to work, I’ve been working on a few Christmas pressies for family and friends (crochet…hark me, I never crochet, but I thought this year I would try something new), which has been really enjoyable.

I also finished the book I was reading – Martha Inc – which is about the rise of Martha Stewart, the USA’s uber cooking/baking/gardening/crafting queen. I love her books and I like her magazine. Going by the book and films I’ve seen of her life, I don’t think I’d like her as a person. Still an interesting read. She is one clever cookie when it comes to building her business.

Life has been trundling along nicely. Not much has been happening, but I like a quieter life…hence the reason why I live in a village rather in the city. The boy has another wobbly tooth, but isn’t making the same fuss about it. The girl is doing great and is attending art classes, which she loves. I’ve been to a couple of piano lessons now and it’s great. My teacher is lovely and she’s given me an Adele song to practise for my next lesson. Hubby has garaged the scooter for the winter and has taken up watching footie on telly…sigh. I hate footie. Still he works hard so deserves it.

Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. I’m off now to do a bit of writing for the sequel to Dusting Down Alcudia. Til next time,

Dawn xxx