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  Gawd it was a busy shift, somewhat fraught and rather stressful  I’m now drinking a huge gin with a wonderful long slice of cucumber  Watching Sewing Bee I’d love to meet the three presenters over dinner from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3qcB9TG

Our Ian and the conker tree last weekend It was in the autumn of 1987 when a little boy and his doting father walked along a quiet lane where horse chestnut or conker trees grew. It was in The Ewden Valley in South Yorkshire. Conkers were everywhere. Some were still in their spiky seed pods and others had bounced away after hitting the ground. The small boy and his father gathered conkers in a shopping bag and when they got home they placed one of them in a plant pot. It sprouted the following spring and a year after that they moved house without forgetting to bring the tiny conker tree with them. That little boy was my son Ian who will be thirty eight years old this summer and of course the doting father was me. In thirty five years that conker tree gradually increased in size to become a giant that stood forty feet off the ground. When a tree stands just a few inches tall, you never really visualise what it might become. Today Ian's mighty tree was brought down i...

 What is making you smile? Any wins this week? What are you reading? What are you making? What are you baking? My poodle Finding a bathing suit Asian authors A victory journal Nothing at the moment from R's rue https://ift.tt/aeOLF14

 Bucket of coffee. It’s a bright morning. Bracing in the lane. The wind turbine over the valley at Marian Mawr is working again and there is enough breeze to have it working, albeit slowly.  The woodpecker is busy. And early too, as it’s just past six. I am pink,  Pink after a hot shower  And I feel as clean as you only used to feel the Sunday night before school. Dorothy is sulking, And has adopted a strange position in the kitchen reading chair She knows I’m off to work from Going Gently https://ift.tt/tcwCEeK