I used to be indecisive…

…but now I'm not so sure


Friday letters – the Black Friday edition

Dear Black Friday, It is interesting that in the UK, where we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, there are so many of your offers/dales/deals etc.  They are not even just today, some of the have been going on for at least a week already. I think you need to rename yourself Black Week, or Black Few Days.

Dear garden birds,  It’s been nice to see one or two of you in the garden again this week.  I’ve really missed you.  You need to spread the word to your friends so that the feeders can be busy again.

Dear time,  Could we just slow down a bit please.  Maybe you could arrange for a magic wand to pay me a visit and all the things that need to be done will be done.  Or perhaps you could provide longer days and weeks.  I’ve asked for that before, but I think you might have forgotten, so I thought I’d just mention it again.

Dear carrots, Where would we be without you?  You are so versatile. 

Dear Christmas music,  I heard my first song of the season when I was shopping this week.  I suppose it’s not bad to have managed to get this far in November before hearing you for the first time, however I still don’t think you should be playing AT ALL until December. 


Have a good Friday everyone.






Friday letters – the mid September edition

Dear garden birds,   Another letter to you – that’s three quite recently.  I just want to say that it’s nice to hear you singing again – it’s been very quiet of late.  Apart from one little blue tit on the peanut feeder, I haven’t seen you, but hearing you is a step in the right direction.

Dear magpies,  Please can you sort out your differences more quietly, or at least lower your voices?  You make quite a racket.

Dear Japanese anemones,  I think I say this every year, but you are such lovely flowers and bloom for so long.  As other plants are beginning to fade at this time of year you are still going strong.

Dear foxes, I haven’t seen you for ages, but I know you are around judging by the rubbish that was strewn around in our garden this morning.

Dear Alexander McCall Smith,  I was so happy yesterday to discover that you have brought out two new Scotland Street books.  I knew one was published recently, but I had completely missed the previous one.  I have them downloaded onto my Kindle already – I can’t wait.

Dear self,  Well done for completing your latest crochet project.  It’s been a long process, but the final result looks good.

Have a good Friday everyone.


Friday letters – the next edition

Dear garden birds,  After expressing concern last week at your absence, I was pleased to see one or two of you out and about.  I’m really sorry that I disturbed a small group of you when I went out into the garden yesterday.  I didn’t see you again for the rest of the day, so I hope I didn’t frighten you off.

Dear parking wardens,  I hope you are pleased with the spoils of your patrols of parked cars now that the parking controls are back in place again.  The restriction time had barely started when I spotted one of you rubbing your hands with glee as you plastered yet another ticket onto a windscreen.  If you work on commission, then you must have done very well in the past few days.

Dear neighbour, Thank you for cutting back the tree in your back garden – our house is suddenly a lot brighter inside.

Dear solar panels on the sloping roofs of building,  Why do you have to be so ugly? Would it not be possible to make you so that you blend in a bit more? I know that the idea behind solar panels is very sound, but you really do stand out rather a lot, and not in a good way.  You are covering the whole side of the roof of a new building which has been erected in a local park and you really are a blot on the landscape.  Several houses in my neighbourhood also have them and they really do spoil the view.

Dear car driver who was behind me as I drove away from the petrol station,  Thank you for drawing my attention to the fact that I had forgotten to replace the fuel filler cap.

Dear Great British Bake Off,   I, like many other fans of the show, was very sorry when you announced your move from BBC to Channel 4 with a change in three out of your four presenters.  I was nearly going to vote with my eyes and not watch.  However, I would like to say that, having decided to watch the first episode just to see how awful you were,  I am enjoying it almost as much as before and I am really glad that I didn’t abandon you.

I hope everyone has a good Friday.


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.