I used to be indecisive…

…but now I'm not so sure


Friday letters – the dreich weather edition

Dear weather gods,  What you are offering this week, compared to last week, is quite unimpressive for the end of June.  I would like to put in a request for some dry weather please while I am based here in Scotland, not just so that I can get on with outdoor tasks without getting soaked, but so that I can enjoy the scenery.  I think we have had enough rain thank you very much – everything is looking green and well watered, so there are no worries on that score, and what they  need now is some dry brightness.

Dear Scottish school children,  I feel so sorry that the first day of your summer holidays, yesterday, was so wet and miserable.

Dear Motorways,  Thank you for being trouble free when I was driving north at the start of the week.

Dear Barcelona,  I’m sorry that another week has passed without a post about you, but I have a lot on at the moment – maybe next week I’ll have more time.

Dear self,  Why can you never remember all the things you were going to write lots of letters about?


Friday letters – the summer solstice edition

Dear summer solstice,  You certainly made your presence felt with record temperatures.  In fact, Wednesday was the hottest June day since 1976. It’s hard to think that we are now on the downhill slope to winter.

Dear football pitches,  When was it decided that you would be used as a unit of measurement.  In the last few days I have heard several things being described as having e.g. the “area of about six football pitches”.  I have a vague idea of the dimensions of a football pitch, so can use that to work things out, but it’s only rough.  At school we learn about metres, centimetres, feet and inches etc, and practise measuring using them, but we don’t learn about football pitches.  There must also be some confusion over which type of football pitch we are talking about – soccer, Gaelic football, American football, Australian rules, Subbuteo, there are so many.  So when I hear that a building is about the size of six football pitches, how big is it really?

Dear insects,  You must be extra happy this week.  I left two small patches of clover and daisies on the grass last week for you and now the whole grassy area is covered in clover flowers (white and purple) and various other wild flowers. It looks quite pretty and I hope you are making the most of it.

Dear mint plant,  Another week and you are still alive – keep it up!

Dear shops,  How can you possibly be advertising ‘back to school’ items already – the current school term hasn’t even finished!  Let the poor children and teachers have a break before you remind them that the new year is just around the corner.

Letter box, Old Grammar School Gardens, Fowey, Cornwall


Friday letters – the warm and sunny edition

Dear weather,  What would we talk about here in the UK if we didn’t have such wildly variable weather.  Yesterday was pleasant and sunny and today looks as though it is going to be similar. The forecast for the weekend, certainly here in the south of England, is for hot and sunny.  No doubt we will complain about being too hot.  Just a few days ago we were complaining because it was a bit chilly for this time of year – we had to put jumpers and socks on and some of us even had to fire up the central heating.   We are never happy, but at least we always have something to talk about.

Dear garden,  You are looking nice and tidy after my efforts yesterday – I only wish you would stay like that.

Dear insects,  I hope you appreciate that when I cut the grass yesterday I left two patches of daisies and clover uncut.  It was tempting to leave the whole of the grass uncut (it is covered in clover, daisies, buttercups and other unidentified little flowers) for your needs, but the poor birds were getting lost in it.

Dear car,  I hope the drips that have appeared on the ground where you are parked are not something serious.

Dear mint plant,  So far so good.  I have had you for ten days now and you are still alive! 

Dear Barcelona,  I’m getting round to writing about you, I promise, but it’s a slow process.  In the meantime I’ll post another photo so that you don’t feel I am ignoring you.  It’s a photo of work in progress, although I hope my Barcelona posts will appear before this particular piece of work is finished!

La Sagrada Familia, Barcelona, June 2017







Friday letters – the day after the General Election edition

Dear news coverage,  It must be a very difficult job to talk about absolutely nothing for hours on end during the night as the results come in, particularly early on when there were very few results to analyse.  I marvelled at some of your ticker tape headlines… ‘Breaking News – Exit polls can sometimes be incorrect’.  How can that be breaking news?  Also, if they can sometimes be wrong (and spectacularly wrong relatively recently) why do you bother to do them?  Here we are in the middle of the morning and there is still lots of speculation going on, charts to be shown and discussed, pie charts in pretty colours, ‘experts’ and pundits discussing the what-ifs, and if onlys, everyone second guessing everything.  Watching it is exhausting, so actually producing the content must be even worse!

Dear Barcelona,  What a wonderful place you were for a long weekend’s break.  Hopefully I will find some time before too long to write a post or two about you.

Dear readers and fellow bloggers,  I must apologise for my absence at your blogs.  I’ll get round to catching up soon – I am not ignoring you, I promise.  My Inbox is bulging with notifications of posts – none of which I want to miss.

Dear ‘no cord’, easy touch window blinds,  You are a total mystery.  I have read instructions, I have looked at YouTube videos and I can still not get you to ‘open’ with a light touch on the two little plastic handles at the bottom.  Closing your slats, or putting you up or down I have mastered quite proficiently, but getting you to be down with the slats open seems to be beyond me.  What is the trick?

Dear baby bird,  It looked like you were enjoying the bird bath, and taking your instructions from your parent very seriously and having a good splash around.






Friday letters – the wet weather edition

Dear well known coffee shops, When you order a coffee, you can pay for an extra shot of coffee in your cup to make your coffee stronger.  Why does it not work in reverse?  Why is it that, when I ask for a one shot medium latte (the norm is to put two shots in a medium size cup), I do not get charged less?  Could I, theoretically, go into your shop with a friend who likes extra strong coffee and ask for the shot that I am not having to be put into their cup instead without them being charged extra?

Dear well known coffee shops,  Yes, another letter to you!  Why can you not get yourselves organised and all call the different sized cups the same thing?  It’s very confusing for the poor person like me who uses different coffee outlets.  Suppose I just want a small cup of coffee – should I ask for a small, a tall, a regular or a primo?  Maybe I’d like the next size up, but I can never remember if that’s the regular, the venti or the medio.  For the biggest cup of coffee maybe I need to ask for large, or is it grande, or maybe it’s a massimo.  Can’t you just call them small, medium and large, or maybe smallest, middle sized and biggest?  It would make my life a lot simpler!

Dear weather gods,  Thank you for the beautiful weather you provided for my drive up to Scotland last week.  The sun shone and the sky was blue which makes it almost a pleasure to drive from the Lake District onwards.  I was in a bit of a quandary – should I take my time so that I could enjoy the views, or should I make the most of the quiet roads and get to my destination as quickly as possible.  The same cannot be said for my return journey earlier this week.  You provided lovely weather in Scotland and for the first couple of hours of my driving in England but after that I was not at all impressed by the heavy grey skies and the rain which caused a lot of spray on the road.

Dear contents of the ironing basket,  I see you are at it again – multiplying when my back is turned.

Dear pile of books waiting to be read,  I am feeling very pleased with myself because you are looking quite a bit smaller!  Just recently my speed of reading has NOT been overtaken by my speed of buying new books.

Dear self, You’ve got lots to do today, so get on with it!


Friday letters

Dear weather gods,  You’ve been working very  hard for the last ten days.  You must be exhausted from providing us with all this variety – hail storms, snow showers, bright sunshine, rain showers, light frost, light breezes and fierce winds to name just a few.  Perhaps you would like to have a rest now and let us enjoy some gentle, settled, preferable sunny weather this weekend.

Dear fellow bloggers,  Having been without unlimited internet access for a week I have fallen very far behind with my reading.  I’m not ignoring you – I just haven’t had the opportunity to do lots of online reading.  I’m back to full  internet capabilities now so I’m looking forward to catching up.

Dear self,  Stop sitting with your elbow on the table and your chin resting in your hand while you are reading on the laptop – you know you will end up with a painful neck.

Dear neighbour,  Your clematis (clematis montana I think) is looking lovely and I am enjoying the benefits of it cascading over our fence.  There is something else there too which might be honeysuckle, but it isn’t flowering yet so I have that to look forward to.


Friday letters – the Easter edition

Dear supermarkets,  It’s a struggle to see any shelves that are not displaying Easter goodies.  Surely you cannot expect to sell that quantity of Easter eggs by the end of this weekend?

Dear ironing board,  You look so much better now that you have a new cover.

Dear garden,  You are looking greener and greener with every day that passes.  The leaves appearing on the trees is one of my favourite times of the year – everything is looking fresh and clean.

Dear cyclist wearing dark clothes and with no lights on your bike,  I think we both had a narrow escape the other night when I turned out of a narrow side road into another fairly narrow road lined with parked cars. That was one moment where I thought I might have preferred you to have been on the pavement rather than on the road – I know I normally complain about that.  If you are going to do the right thing and ride on the road, you need to have lights on your bike during the hours of darkness.

Dear weather,  It would be nice if we could have a repeat of last weekend’s beautiful weather this weekend.  Please?

Dear readers,  Happy Easter.