It's a magic number

 

   

 

 

According to De La Soul, that number would be three.

I have been blogging for three years.

Although I haven't been able to blog at all for nearly three weeks. It's all been rather frustrating, and terribly dull. My computer is an old girl, and she's feeling her age (a bit like me). She has become rather cantankerous, and is no longer playing ball. I've been able to follow you via my phone. But not comment. Because I am crap. At any kind of technology. At all. At the moment I am using Marc's computer. It's horrid. I can't find anything, and none of my shortcuts that were set up for me, so that I wouldn't have to worry about working things out for myself are not available. And I'm perfectly aware that maybe now would be the ideal opportunity to learn how to do it, But frankly I cannot be arsed. I have a million and one other mundane tasks and worries and other things that I have not yet mastered:

I cannot wire a plug.

I cannot assemble flat packed furniture

I cannot do quadratic equations

I cannot fix my greenhouse door

I cannot erect a beach tent

While I realise that none of the above are necessarily failings, they do represent how utterly useless I am at most things practical and/or mathematical. I do try. You should see the unit we have recently bought for the tv. I built it all by myself, and very pleased with it I was too. It bows. Actually it sags as badly as my poor cats' tummy. My handiwork has become the laughing stock of my street. Marc keeps walking past it and shaking his head. When asked for reassurance, my neighbour took just that little bit too long to answer that it looked okay to her.

What is to become of me?

In other news:

I have now been sugar free for three weeks. It's not so bad now, but I was hateful for the first week. All I could think about was pic n mix. I ate a lot of fruit, 'cause it's the refined sugar that I want to leave behind. I'm not a zealout like the 'I Quit Sugar' woman (who scares me, frankly), and I think we all need some sweetness in our lives. I have since discovered healthy sweet treats that I can make at home, and they make me feel satisfied. They must be helping, because today is Father's Day in the UK, and Marc has had a lot of chocolate. Him and the boys have enjoyed it for breakfast and as a mid-morning snack, while I haven't even been tempted. Honestly. Not one jot. Not even dabbing my moistened finger on the foil packaging in order to pick up the crumbs, and kidding myself that it doesn't count. Smug. That's me.

My garden is making me inordinately happy indeed. Lots of different types of pollinators visiting all through the day. Even a couple of hummingbird moths, which I adore. We have three seagull chicks on the roof, with two rather over-protective parents. They tolerate us, but only just. I have a bounty of plums growing on the tree. It's the first time my tree has been so productive. I'm hoping for plum jam later this year. Ollys' love affair with the snail finished this week. He has been growing strawberries, and as they have ripened they have been attacked and eaten. Egg shells, coffee granules and a few pellets have not helped. The snails have lost their biggest ally. I hope that they're prepared.

Sam has now finished his A Levels. It all passed surprisingly smoothly. In fact he's been more grouchy since than during. By contrast, Alfie seems to be intent on not doing any studying at all, which has led to detentions, blazing rows and all sorts of stressful hideousness. I have thrown my towel into the ring. Any suggestion as to how you encourage a bright, but unmotivated teenage boy to knuckle down and accept that homework just is, please do tell. I would genuinely be grateful.

Oooh what else? A new rug for the living room, lots and lots of reading, watching Luther for the umpteenth time, planning camping trips, forgetting my Mum's birthday (oh the shame of it), resuming working as a counsellor, enjoying blossoming and healthy friendships, looking forward to Wimbledon and lots of other stuff. Good, bad, indifferent. You know the score.


I have so missed the interaction here. I am so glad to be back.

Have a lovely Sunday,

Leanne xx