I used to be indecisive…

…but now I'm not so sure


Friday letters – the Spring is on its way edition

Dear blackbird,  It is so nice to hear you singing in the evenings.  It makes me feel that winter is over and Spring is just around the corner.

Dear lighter mornings and evenings,  I much prefer you over the dark mornings and evenings so I am very glad to see you.

Dear weather,  Thank you for such a lovely sunny day yesterday – it really helped with drying the laundry.  It’s always good to be able to dry things outside – another sign that the season is changing.

Dear daffodils/narcissi,  You are looking lovely, as always.  This morning I counted thirty three flower heads in this blue pot.


Friday letters – the mid February edition

Dear chestnuts/conkers,  The theory (which I mentioned here ) about you keeping spiders away seems to have some truth in it – I have not seen a spider in the porch since I put some of you there.  I actually haven’t seen many spiders in the house at all recently, so perhaps the benefits extend further than the room in which you are placed, which would be a bonus.

Dear snowdrops,  I go away for a couple of weeks and in that time you have appeared!  You are looking very nice, although I notice there are some gaps where previously there were none, so I wonder who has been at the bulbs?

Dear Florida,  Thank you for providing such lovely, warm, sunny days for our visit. 

Dear Virgin Atlantic.  I think you need to have a look at some (many) of the seats on at least two of your planes, because they need some attention.  It’s difficult to watch tv when the seat in front of you moves backwards and forwards everytime the person sitting in the seat moves, even a little bit.  You also need to check your air-conditioning – we were freezing!

Dear laundry/ironing,  You are always the downside of any trip.

snowdrops mid February

Snowdrops in the garden


Friday letters – the final January edition

Dear Mr Kipling mini battenburg cakes,  You are so dainty and perfectly formed that you are almost enough to make me want to eat you even though I dislike marzipan.

Dear big toe,  It’s a month now since I stubbed you, very hard, on a step I had forgotten was there when I was negotiating my way through a door in subdued light, and you are still hurting, although not nearly as much as before.  I’m looking forward to you feeling normal again.

Dear Twinings,  Why have you changed the colour of the packaging of your peppermint tea?  What on earth was wrong with the previous colour of the box?  It was green, and green is easily associated with peppermint I feel.  Now it is yellow, and so I keep thinking that I am picking up a packet of lemon and ginger tea (which I don’t like).  It’s not good for my mind to be tricked like this!

Dear snowdrops,  I see you are starting to appear – it won’t be long now until we see your flowers I imagine.

Dear garden birds,  As always I enjoyed your visits this week.  Please visit again tomorrow, because I will be taking part in the RSPB Big Garden Bird Watch and it would be nice if I could have some visitors to count – unlike a few years ago when not one single bird landed in my garden, or even flew across my airspace!


Friday letters

Dear traffic cones,  Driving back down the motorway earlier in the week, I saw that quite a number of you were having a nice pampering session at the side of the road – a bit of a hose down and a brush up.  Mind you, I’m not sure how long the benefits would last judging by the dirt that was being thrown up by all the passing traffic.  I felt a bit sorry for the cone I saw, all on its own, quite a few miles further on.  It was just sitting there on the hard shoulder, with a light on top of it, all alone – no roadworks, no dangerous item to warn motorists about, no obvious reason to be there – so I wondered if perhaps it had been badly behaved and had been sent off to think about its behaviour?

Dear Christmas mugs,  It’s nice to see you again.  All of our other mugs have been packed away so that you can enjoy your time in the spotlight.

Dear Christmas shopping,  I’m nearly finished!  I can hardly believe it considering that I only started a week ago.  It’s amazing what you can get done when you have a very restricted amount of time!

Dear daffodils,  I have just spotted you starting to appear in the little pot that’s been sitting near the back door since last spring (waiting for a decision to be taken about what to do with it).  You seem a bit early considering the very chilly weather we had recently. Actually, I am quite thrilled that you are appearing at all – I thought that pot had been ransacked by the squirrels. 



Friday letters – the morning roll edition

Dear nose,  Why do you run when I am eating hot food (hot in temperature, not spice).  I can’t think of a time when you have run while I was eating a salad, or  sandwich, so it must be something to do with the heat.  I know that I suffer from EIR (Exercise Induced Rhinitis – yes, there is actually a name for it!) but is there also an official condition for needing to blow your nose while eating?

Dear church steeples,  How clever you are to be hiding mobile phone masts on the inside.

Dear time,  I wrote to you last week, but I think perhaps you didn’t see my letter, so I am appealing to you again today to ask if it would be possible for my day/week to be lengthed just a little to allow me to achieve everything that I need to do.

Dear fellow bloggers,  I have fallen behind with my reading and commenting, but am ever hopeful that I will catch up soon.

Dear  Scottish morning rolls,  You are delicious.  The morning rolls that are available to buy at home in the south of England are just not the same.  I really enjoyed this one with a bowl of soup yesterday, but you also work well with all sorts of fillings – bacon in particular springs to mind.



Friday letters – the final November edition

Dear new laptop,  I thought I would let you know that I am still excited by the speed at which you operate and the length of time your battery lasts.  If I could just work out how to edit photos in the way that I used to I would be even more excited.

Dear time,  Please could I have a few more hours in the day for a little while?  It’s a while since I made a request like this, but I really could do with it just now, so if there is anything you can do to help out I would appreciate it very much.

Dear local shopping centre,  When I was visiting you yesterday afternoon there was a hint of festive shopping panic in the air.  There were many more people than I would usually see at that time on a Thursday afternoon and it reminded me that it will soon be time to stop even thinking of trying to visit at the weekends until the start of the new year.

Dear  Self,  Much as you might be wanting to put it off because it is ‘too soon’, it really is time to be starting to think about the fact the December is just around the corner and plans will have to be made, cards sent (and bought!), gifts thought about, and Christmas jumpers looked out.

Dear readers,  I hope that those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving had a great day yesterday.




Friday letters – the new laptop edition

Dear new laptop,  So far, so good.  I’ve only been using you for a day, but I am already enjoying the benefits of your speed and efficiency.  Hopefully the days of  ‘Not responding’ are far behind me.

Dear robin,  It was nice to see you yesterday, close to the house again, and also to spot you in my elderly neighbour’s garden when I popped round to help her out with a problem she was having with her radio.  It’s such a shame that her sight is not good enough to be able to see you.

Dear street sweeper,  I’m always sad to see you at this time of  year, sweeping up all the beautiful autumn leaves from the pavements and putting them into green plastic bags.  I’m sure it’s something to do with health and safety for the pedestrians, but you are denying many people the pleasure of kicking through piles of crisp leaves.

Dear mulled wine,  Yes, I know it is only November, but I think you count as an autumnal drink, not just a festive one.  Don’t you? I enjoyed the glass (or two) that I had last night.

Dear garden hedge,  The gardener made an excellent job of you yesterday and you are looking very neat and tidy.

I’m ending with a photo of the Heavy Horse sculpture which stands beside the motorway just outside Glasgow, on the road that takes me in and out on my journey to visit my mum.  When I passed last week it was wearing its large red poppy, so I thought that today, the 11th of November, was a very apt day to share the photo again.

photo courtesy of thesundaytimes.co.uk

photo courtesy of thesundaytimes.co.uk