All thoughts on this blog are mine, everyone see’s things differently and that’s how it should be, otherwise it would be a very boring world…

And if you don’t like it, no one is forcing you to read it.

If you post a comment it won’t always appear straight away, I don’t visit blogland everyday, so sometimes comments will take a little time to appear, I do read all comments and will post them all whether I agree with them or not just as long as there is no bad language


Is There Life On Mars?

Whoever said that nothing was impossible obviously never tried slamming a revolving door.

Well if there is it’s seems to me they don’t want us there another Failed mission, we have been sending crafts/rovers whatever to Mars since the 60s.

Not so long ago there was a report about water being found on one of Jupiter’s moons (I think it was Jupiter), and talk about whether it would be possible to bring that water back to earth. As we listen this thought entered my head ‘you know all the sci-fi movies and books you have read, well we are the aliens.’ Its us going out into space, looking for planets to rape of their water and god knows what else and make a new home on. I said as much to hubby and after giving it a little thought agreed.

Beware life of outer space ‘We Are Out There’


Blame it On The Brexit

I don’t have an attitude problem, you have a perception problem.

Here we go again, Tesco pull some of its Unilever products because the supplier wanted to raise the price ( for a brief while called Marmite wars or Marmitegate, priceless😀 ) This as I understand it was because the pound sterling has dropped making importing more expensive,  a later report said that Unilever was putting up it’s prices in South America  by as much as 15%, they don’t deal in pounds sterling do they?

Another report said that food prices will go up, again being blamed on Brexit. Now I am not clever, but even I can see Brexit is becoming a scapegoat. We are not even out of the EU yet and already everything is being blamed on the leaving. You all know if you tell a child often enough that they are worthless, will never amount to  anything, no one loves them, they will grow believing that and will become worthless and a nothing. This is what is happening here, any news you hear is all criticism about leaving, nothing positive. We are being lead by the nose into believing that leaving will be the end of us.

As for the food prices, it’s not been that long ago that we were paying nearly £3 for a loaf of bread and we were in the EU, likewise fuel and countless other things. So what if food prices go up, people can go back to cooking from scratch, stop buying overpriced ready meals and pre-made  cakes, bulk meals out with British in season veg, who knows it may even help to cut the obesity rates.



It’s That Time Of Year

On Halloween, what bothers some
About these witches, is how come
In sailing, through the air, like bats
They never seem, to lose their hats?
Hitchhiking owls, as we have seen,
Ride nicely on this queer machine…
Another thing: if brooms can fly,
Do witches keep them handy-by
To sweep the kitchen floor with, say?
Or do they have them locked away
For private passage through the sky?

~David McCord – “Witch’s Broom Notes”

dsc01875The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door
Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you” here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did out pour.
Nothing farther then he uttered not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never, nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! Prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by Horror haunted tell me truly, I implore
Is there is there balm in Gilead? tell me tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted    nevermore!




Life is too short to worry about anything. You had better enjoy it because the next day promises nothing.

Eric Davis

Joey has done a blog about his favorite pieces of art. I am still thinking about that one, but here are some interesting pieces.


77 Days To GO

Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
William Allingham

I have been cooking since 5 this morning and been accosted by 4 cats, non of which are ours. First the cats, I opened the front door to let Kitten back in after her early morning stroll and got knocked over by Fat cat who lives up the road and seems to think his first port of call should be our house to eat the scraps left by Kitten. I then went down the garden to pick the last of the rhubarb and was legged up by the three strays, with the baby swing off the cord to my dressing grown.

Cooking, mince pies with my home made mincemeat, (mince pies are not just for Christmas), number 1 tested one, “bit on the strong side, but still nice” I will admit I have over done the brandy.

Shepherd’s Pies with potato/carrot and spring onion mash, for tea just got to warm them up and add the veg.

A sort of bread and butter pudding with some homemade fruit cake that hasn’t been eaten.

A mini apple and rhubarb pie with what is left of the apples and rhubarb from the garden.

A nut roast for tomorrow, it’s going to be a busy day tomorrow.

Then it was time to put away my summer clothes and get out the winter ones.

I have been playing with the glue pot again and made autumn candles and had a go at glass painting with Christmas candles

I headed into Birmingham on Thursday to see The Ruby Dolls performing The Brides of Bluebeard, I am lost for words, it was fantastic, funny, dark and intense. The music/songs excellent and the atmosphere a little creepy at times. We sat in the front and number 1 got (reluctantly) involved. If they get anywhere near you I can highly recommend it. It’s not the only show I have seen this year, I will do a round up at the end of the year, but I felt you needed to know about this one now.


Good Bye Summer

There is a harmony in autumn, and a lustre in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Greetings for Mabon, today we have the Autumn Equinox. Dark, light,  masculine, feminine, inner and outer all in balance. The dark starts to take over the light, a time to look back on the year and how your wishes and dreams have turned out. A time to express gratitude, complete projects and honor the moment of balance. Time also to plant spring bulbs to welcome back the spring next year.




Are You Talking to Meme


A meme from Joey’s site

1. Are you named after anyone?  No well I don’t think so

2. When was the last time you cried? At the opera earlier  this year at the end of In Parenthesis

3. Do you like your handwriting?  No it looks like a spider with a broken leg has crawled across the page

4. What is your favourite lunch meat?  I don’t like lunch meats

5. Do you have any kids? 1 wonderful son and two wonderful step kids (one of each)

6. If you were another person, would you be friends? HAHAHA I doubt that very much, I am completely antisocial

7. Do you use sarcasm?  What me! do bears S**T in the woods

8.Do you still have your tonsils?  No had them out when I was 11 because I was a sickly child, now I am just a sickly adult.

9. Would you bungee jump? NO!!!

10. What is your favourite cereal?  oats, with a splash of skimmed milk and two teaspoons of cinnamon

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? It all depends on how tried I am

12. Do you think you’re strong? Physically not as strong as I used to be, mentally yes

13. What is your favourite ice cream flavour? I don’t eat a lot of ice-cream but if I had to pick I would say mint

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? How loud they talk, can’t stand people who can be heard 20 foot away

15. Red or pink? Red or purple

16. What is the least favourite thing you like about yourself?  That I am short.

17. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing right now? Really? white pants and blue jeans

18. What was the last thing you ate? Tinned tomatoes on wholemeal toast and hot chilli sause

19. What are you listening to right now? The washing machine, it’s making some right weird noises

20. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? purple

21. Favourite smell?  Herbs.

22. Who was the last person you talked to? My son he’s off work today

23. Favourite sport to watch? Don’t really do sport

24. Hair colour that’s real? Light  brown with streaked with sliver…alright grey

25. Do you wear contacts? No, glasses

26. Favourite food? Anything that’s eatable

27. Scary movies or happy endings? A bit of both

28. Last movie you watched? Frank

29. What colour shirt are you wearing? Navy

30. Summer or winter? Can’t pick I love all the seasons

31. Hugs or kisses? Both

32. Favourite sweet food? 80% dark chocolate

33. What book are you currently reading? In parenthesis David Jones

34. What is on your mouse pad?  Don’t have one

35. What did you last watch on TV? X files

36. Favourite sound? Birds singing, waves crashing, a good thunder storm

37. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Neither

38. What is the farthest you have traveled? Australia

39. Do you have a special talent? I can really get on people nerves, is that a talent?

40. Where were you born? West Bromwich UK