Edith the ratbag.

Edith the Airedale Terrier

This is naughty Edith. She fills my days with stresses I never knew existed. She eats everything she can find. And she digs holes and rips patches in the lawn. I’m teaching her “bang bang” this week, last week was “roll over”. She sometimes gets the two mixed up which is funny. Often, she’s like … Continue reading

To post or not to post?

Dinner List 18-24/03/13

I’ve been thinking about blogging, posting, writing, whatever you want to label it, again. I think perhaps deleting this ‘blog’ and starting anew might be a good idea. But this is already set up. I just read some old posts and I’m embarrassed. I may read this in two years and feel embarrassed too. If … Continue reading


Emilie's house

To write or not to write. That  is a question currently ruminating in my head. I also feel like vomiting. I think perhaps it is because yesterday it got to 36°C here, and the night-time was not much better. My body is not good with heat and sun and today it’s probably having a whinge. … Continue reading

Oh, neglected blog you are…

Very neglected. My brain feels far too full up with other stuff to write. And I think I’ve been second guessing myself – and that makes me excuse myself from even thinking about blogging, writing, talking, conversing in any type of way. I’d end up deleting most of what I wrote, or regretting it, or … Continue reading

It’s Chocolate time again.

Okay – so I just ate some chocolate. It wasn’t really chocolate as such, but chocolate covered raspberry licorice (that isn’t really proper licorice as such either). I am a woman/girl thing, and I eat chocolate. Yup, it’s really scary to say that because there’s a part of me that hates being a woman/girl thing, … Continue reading

I’ve made this into hard work.

Really. I keep avoiding even looking on here. I’ve successfully turned it into yet another of those ‘hard work’ piles. The ones I try to avoid at all costs – because I’m lazy? I don’t know. Maybe I’m too much of a perfectionist. Not with my writing, which I don’t care about so much, but … Continue reading