Most of my adult life I’ve had to fend for myself as, the majority of the time, I lived on my own. I used to spend most of my spare time creating a cosy home – decorating, diy, gardening and riding, competing and caring for my horse. Gradually, after moving to the cottage 22 years ago, I stopped riding and competing my horse, as I was far too busy creating a rose garden, building trellises and rose tunnels and sorting out the cottage.
Then, when 11 years ago, my then partner moved in with his cat and his horse, I let him take over the more mundane tasks, drilling holes in walls, putting up shelves and generally fixing things. I gradually stopped decorating or tending my gardening.
Instead, my poor horse was dragged out of retirement and most weekends were taken up with grooming and going out for lovely long rides together, sometimes three hours or more. We loved being together, enjoying the peaceful countryside and quiet country lanes surrounding the cottage.
When we split 14 months or so ago, my daily routine absorbed the diy, decorating etc. After 10 years of doing very little, I decorated three rooms and the stairs and landing in the last 14 months. So, when my nephew came over for lunch one Sunday, with a huge picture, I had no worries about hanging it. Piece of cake I thought. A very kind gift. One of my late brother’s watercolours which is beautiful. He was very talented.
As it was quite a large painting, I felt that a picture hook would not be robust enough, so I needed to drill a hole. Under the wall light. Now, I wondered, would the electricity cables feed down from the ceiling, or up from the floor? As the hole I needed to drill was directly under the light, I was a little concerned about electrocuting myself. Wish I had one of those thingeys that would tell you where the wires were. But I didn’t. Okay, use a circuit breaker I thought, then if you do hit a live wire you will just frizzle yourself a little but you wouldn’t go up in a huge puff of smoke!
So I found the circuit breaker and tested it. Miraculous, it was working! I carefully laid out the extension lead and plugged it in to the circuit breaker. Then found the drill and went to plug it in and discovered ….. it was cordless! What a wally I am, felt so silly. Was so glad there was nobody around to mock me! Is this what happens as you get past 60?
Not to be deterred, I picked the bit that I thought would be the right size and corresponding rawplug. Size 8 drill bit it said on the rawplug, but there was nothing written on the bit or in the lid of the drill box. Ho hum, I thought and tried to drill into the hard, concrete blocks with which the extension was built. After huffing and puffing and putting lots of welly behind it I had drilled just a quarter of an inch. Must need to put it on ‘hammer’ I thought. 10 minutes of fiddling I managed that and carried on, sweating and huffing and puffing. Eventually I drilled in up to the end of the bit. Phew, I thought, that was difficult! Had to put in a smaller rawplug before I could screw in a screw I felt would be man-enough to hold the picture.
It wasn’t until later in the evening when I was eating supper, admiring my brother’s painting, and my handiwork, that I realised that I had drilled the hole with a wood bit, not a masonary one. No wonder it was such hard work. Oh dear, derrrr!
Thanks very much to Nic over at The Daphne Tree who has kindly nominated me, as one of her 11 bloggers, for the Liebster Award.
This Award is for bloggers with fewer than 300 followers (and I don’t think I have any yet, my blog is so new!). A blogger nominates 11 fellow bloggers and asks them a set of 11 questions. The rules state that a nominee must link back to the blogger from whom they received a nomination. The nominee will write 11 random facts about themselves and then answer the 11 questions which have been set for them. They in turn will nominate another 11 bloggers and pose 11 questions to them. This is a really fun way to discover and connect with new bloggers and help us all gain some new followers along the way.
Right, so to start with I have to name 11 random facts about myself. Oh dear, this is going to be difficult!
- In 1960 my nanna died and left me £60 with which I bought my first pony
- At 19 I went to work in a nightclub in an Italian ski resort (much to my parents’ consternation!)
- At 20 I drove Henrietta, my Triumph Herald, in December over the Alps (or was it through them?) and broke down in an Italian ski resort
- At 21 Henrietta and I went down to Rome to find work
- I spent six months as a volunteer on a Kibbutz in Israel
- In 1980 I moved to East Anglia and set up my own business
- I think I love animals more than human beings
- I once went for an audition for Blind Date
- I hate injustice
- I could eat Parma ham until the cows come home
- I need at least 8 hours sleep every night!
Ho hum, that wasn’t too bad. Now to tackle the answers to Nic’s questions…..
Why did you start blogging?
As a diary of my coming retirement, for me, friends and family and anybody else who would like to share common interests with me.
Have you ever had a nickname?
None that I know of (goodness knows what people have called me behind my back!)
What is your failsafe dinner recipe?
Carbonnade of beef
What did you want to be when you were a kid?
A circus rider
Who do you admire?
Everybody who overcomes a physical, or mental, disability to achieve their goals
Do you read a newspaper?
I get most of my news via the BBC, and read books so I don’t have much time to read a newspaper regularly, but when I do, it’s The Guardian.
What’s your favourite memory?
The first time I went out for a drive, by myself, in my own car. Independence at last!
At 9 a boy called David, who grew into a very dishy young man whom my best friend married!
What song is guaranteed to get you on the dancefloor?
Cocaine by Eric Clapton
How many pairs of shoes do you have?
Zillions (too many to admit to!)
If you had a pet tortoise, what would you call it?
The 11 bloggers I would like to nominate are:
Hopefully, none of you have more than 300 followers, it’s so difficult to work out from a blog unless they state the number of followers.
.. and here are your questions:
- Who, and what, makes you laugh the most?
- What do you consider your biggest life achievement so far?
- What is number one on your bucket list?
- Which three people would you invite to a dinner party, and why?
- Your most embarassing moment?
- What is your biggest regret?
- Where was your favourite holiday, and why?
- What makes you cringe?
- What advice did your parents give you that you will/or have passed on to your children?
- Who would you like to go out with on a blind date?
- What do you do to relax ?(Please, nothing smutty lol!)
There you go, hope there’s nothing there that’s too difficult. Oh dear, just read the questions that my sponsor Nic over at The Daphne Tree was given, and I see that I have asked some of the same questions. Never mind, I didn’t pinch them, honestly! Please don’t forget to link my blog into your post. Looking forward to reading your posts and thanks for getting involved.
“Have you got a Polo mum? Or maybe a bit of stale bread? Please! Look, I’m drooling at the thought of it!”
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