Tesco no longer sell pickled walnuts. I’d been aware of this for a while in the Tesco delivery run ups to Xmas. I seriously thought I would do without this year and then I began to realise how important they are for me.
Xmas eve and my husband, once discovering what was the matter, went on a mission and found some in Sainsbury’s. Now Xmas can begin, disliking it just that little bit less now I have a walnut. I eat one, then I’m bored and like to have one in a few months time. I enjoy watching them in the fridge, every week or two I pick up the jar to change shelves and bounce them around in the jar.
She surprised me while I was participating in a yoga u tube workout …
With holidays upon us and lots of children doing different things, my latest blog posts for from essex to london in 101 boyfriends of Pelekas amalgamations, similarly to most Easyjet flights to Corfu, will be delayed . It is written but needs a little more editing time. This however provides a chance for newer readers to catch up on reading previous posts over the holidays ….
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Don’t forget readers .. there is always a reason ……
Day 32 of knee injury – as one begins to get better the other is now playing up, naughty knees ….. having one’s hair done makes such a difference to how one feels about life (if one has hair of course). I used to wonder why it was so important for my mother and as life goes on, hair dressing becomes ever more important to me, I expect it will be the chiropodist next, but not for a few years yet, I hope.
What an amazing place to perform … 4 in 5 loved the show , 1 in 5 hated it … it used to be 1 in 4 ….. what a shame that mental health statistics aren’t going down in the same way …
I’ve got an mcl/meniscus tear … it’s painful …. performing is a wonderful release/distraction …..
On the upside, the pain cuts through MS sensations and I can focus on this injury that will get better …. irony being that I did it in yoga and yoga is the cure … just keep moving just keep moving ..
talking of moving .. don’t forget to keep your eye out for Boyfriend No. 39 … the transition to London ..
from Essex to London in 101 boyfriends .com
I was going to advertise my show (#Sex, politics and men with grey/white beards) which is on at the Freud Museum on Saturday , however , I have found out it has already sold out. It’s just like being back at the Edinburgh fringe on a rainy week.
I am so excited as never have I taken part in an exhibition on masturbation (they are calling it ‘solitary pleasures’)
I play solitaire all the time … and this picture is of my highest score …
p.s in other news , I’m nearly on my way to London in my other blog
My husband came home with beautiful ‘get well soon’ blue flowers , I paused the TV while he put them in the vase. I was very pleased to notice the flowers went beautifully with the back drop of the Jeremy Kyle show.
Day 12 of knee injury, the flowers symbolise hope, the Jeremy Kyle Show symbolises the cessation of all biological products.
.. she may be middle aged but knee injury ages from the inside … I was being slightly competitive in #Bikram yoga , new teachers, not knowing my name … time to move on perhaps …
the right knee in Chinese medicine represents the male energy , and moving on , change …. my son is going to uni in September ……
there is always a reason ….
rest rest rest
What a kerfuffle, Tesco delivery man couldn’t find us today, when he did the gate was broken. After an initial consultation by Nigel (who tends the gates and other aspects of the Pioneer Centre) it was realised that the heat yesterday had had an impact on the workings of the gate. It had got so excited that it kept opening and closing, it wouldn’t stop, the workings getting dryer and dryer, not surprisingly.
It is working again now, thanks to Nigel, after being turned off for a while. Similar things happen in the extreme cold, it gets stuck. The gates are like humans.
Tesco delivery got through eventually with the prosecco for our first BBQ of the year. Yesterday I had put going to Aldi on my bucket list, I would love to be able to walk about a supermarket so great and get the wonderful bargains, but after my enjoyable exchanges with Nigel and Tesco delivery, I am content, and the Aldi trip is less of a priority before I die.