February the Howmany?

Aaaah....you've got to feel sorry for the kiddies born on March 1st this year, haven't you?

My Middly Kiddly is most aggrieved at having to wait A WHOLE EXTRA DAY until his birthday tomorrow.  Bless.  The rest of us (in our family) have birthdays either before, or so long after, the leap that it makes barely a jot of difference.

He's feeling it for us all.

And he won't have his ire quelled by being to told to think about the kiddies who were actually born on February 29th, who have to wait FOUR YEARS for their actual birthday.

Because, hey, what the Sam Heck does that have to do with anything?!?!

Who Turned The Lights Back On?

Anyone seen the matches?

We have, quite literally, just come out of a 2 hour power cut. 
I do appreciate this is not unusual for many people in many parts of the world, but here in ruralish-shire we tend to escape these little interruptions. 
So it was met with some excitement by Kids Nos.1-3 and this reminded me and the Best Beloved of our childhood - growing up in the long, dark, Winter of Discontent.  (At least I think that was what they called it.  That may have been another time altogether, but hey ho). 
Anyway, we had power-cuts a-plenty and they were all very thrilling for the under 16s.  Not so marvellous for the adults, who had to keep everyone warm and fed, regardless of having one arm tied metaphorically behind their back.

It's Good to have a Hero (I think)

'Many' of you have written in telling me all about your heroes, so I thought I would start a little Virtual Gallery of my own.

I admire all sorts of people for many different reasons.  Some don their hero capes for fleeting visits, some are a tad more permanent.

All the entries in my Hall of Heroes are particularly special to me, and yet - when I come to write about my reasons for allocating a special place in my heart to them - my keyboard goes blank.

Oh, what does it matter?  Only my husband and best buddy look at this anyway!

RECYCLING - It's not necessarily all good

Ah soup, that staple of the chilly day when you really can't be arsed to chew.

A bowl of soup

On just such a day, I settled me down in front of a recording of 'Secrets of World War II' with a steaming bowl of  Beef and Vegetable. 

Imagine my distress when my teeth closed down onto something hard and scratchy and not at all like the overcooked vegetable cube I was expecting.

I hastily removed the interloper and, peering myopically at it, convinced myself that it was a small piece of wood.  It had branches and everything.

But Wood?  In my soup?!  Surely these are austerity measures gone bonkers?

Did you ever....?

Ever opened the dictionary at exactly the page you need, quite by chance?
I just did - looking up 'evangelical' with my Middly Kiddly.

And we've got a BIG dictionary.    Spoooooooooooky.