A place to go shopping, or not?

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I can’t lay claim to this photo. During my illness my partner had spotted this street quite close to where we live, and took the photo on his mobile. But it is worth a look. Would you go shopping here? What would you buy? How long would you stay? We all need a laugh sometimes, especially when you’ve just watched the news!

Now I’m getting back on form the camera will be coming out to play. I wonder if we can find any more little gems. Meanwhile, the garden is now a very verdant place. The runner beans are running up the canes, the raspberries are rasping (well, swelling anyway) and the radishes are ravishing. If you can think what the turnips might be please let me know. With the help of little nematodes the slug damage is way down on last year, so I will at least get a decent crop out of my tiny plot. I’ve crammed in loads of flowers, too. I need them to photograph, and the bees need their food from them too. More on bees in the next blog. I’m currently doing a little research on them.

Did I mention I have sold a framed print in a recent art exhibition in Leicester? I only heard about it at the last moment, threw in three shots I had hung at home and came back with only two. Great stuff! It’s good to know people like my work enough to pay for it. So I’d better get busy.

Menopause Madness

Sunset on holiday

It’s been a harrowing few weeks, but at least after Tuesday the hell of overnight menopause will finally be over and I’ll be allowed my HRT back. Having to omit that particular medication for a couple of weeks so I can have tests done has been crazy! Take the exhaustion and add it to blinding headaches and a non-existent memory and you have, in short, chaos. Having just completely re-vamped our bedroom I began putting clothes back in the wardrobe. The shelves needed dusting first though. On my first trip downstairs to get a cloth for the job I came back with a glass of water. On the second I was distracted by birds in my garden and arrived back in my bedroom with nothing, but finally, on the third try I managed to find a cloth and make it back up the stairs. Now what was I going to do?

Then there is the lack of focus, literally. Photos that seem OK on camera are blurred, requiring a second or third try at each shot. So, frustration at much effort with little reward is the outcome of all this. It’s comical, I suppose, when looking from the outside in. But a little less so when it’s happening to you. Normal service will, I hope, be resumed once the tests are over. Until then….now what is my name and what on earth am I writing about?

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