61/365: A year in flowers: snowdrops

They're late this year but the snowdrops and crocii are now flowering profusely in the lovely garden at work.
Snowdrops hold a particular place in my heart, not just because they're one of the first harbingers of spring but because when I was a child, I spent my pocket money on some snowdrops for my mum and she always remembers that.

I've tried to plant them in the garden but they are notoriously difficult. Don't ever buy them as seeds or plants at any other time of the year except now: you have to buy them "in the green" and they will be available now.

60/365: Short and curly

I hate going to the hairdresser's. A trip to the dentist, or even the optician, where I get told that I'm contradicting myself, is preferable. So for years I have had the "wash and go" style you see in my profile pic on the right. I never used any 'product' or even a hairdryer. Sometimes it resembled a mullet, and it was this, coupled with the inevitable comment in makeover programmes that if you've had the same hairstyle for hundreds of years, you need to have it either cut short or bobbed.

So a few weeks ago I bit the bullet and had a bob, of sorts. Not as aggressively bobbed as Anna Wintour is how I describe it. And it came to pass that I had to use volumising mousse and blow dry it every time I washed it. What a faff!

So lately I've been washing and going again, and because it's a bit shorter than my normal mullet, it seems to curl up a treat with a little curl enhancing cream and some finger scrunching. This is the result (left.)

And as for the hairdresser's, well initially I was so impressed by the posh place I went to in central London that I went back for a gloss colour with blonde highlights. The result was a horrible washed out red with some brassy bits. Another salon disaster.  Needless to say, I am now avoiding the hairdresser's again. Normal mullet operations should be resumed in a few weeks!

59/365: I Turn Philatelist

When I tell J that I've been buying stamps, he usually thinks rubber stamps and invariably says "not another one". But this time the stamps I've been buying are from the Royal Mail, and postal in nature.

It started when an art challenge asked for work featuring postage people. I'd never heard of it, but Googled it and found a whole art genre. That time I was able to use a US stamp which came on a package (bearing rubber stamps as it happens.)

Then I saw some darling stamps featuring the Tudors (not the TV show) followed by some stamps showing classic albums (Ziggy Stardust clinched it) and then icons of London: a tube map, a Routemaster bus, Twiggy and so on.

Here you can see some of my postage stamps displayed. They are not going on letters: I'm  using them in collages. I used some of the albums collection in a birthday card today. And if you visit my craft blog, you'll see what I did to Queen Elizabeth 1.

I had a stamp album when I was a child, given to me by my brother, but I never really got into it. I didn't want to spend my precious pocket money on stamps. You may remember that a dubious outfit from Goole in Yorkshire used to advertise "free stamps!" in children's comics, and I sent off for some of these. They were mostly triangular stamps from Fiji. Very pretty. But then I started getting sent stamps on approval and had to get my mum to write to Goole and tell them to stop sending the stamps.

56/365: A 3D experience

Here I am wearing 3D glasses and seeing some latest 3D content on an Intel Corei7 PC at our big industry and press event last night. We showed how computing has evolved since 1993, the birth of the internet and Pentium, to where we are now and what lies ahead for the future. There was a great collection of old hardware, phones and PDas from yesteryear.

Our guest speaker, Richard Llewellyn (Red Dwarf, Car Pool) revealed that he had his first PC aged 30. Having been used to a manual typewriter before that, he goes through keyboards at the rate of knots. I have the same problem. I had a manual typewriter since I was 12 and used to feverishly write stories and comics. I type fast but with only three fingers, and too hard, because my work laptop currently has a key missing and it's not the first time that's happened.

My first introduction to a PC was the day I started at BT when I was confronted with  an IBM PC running networked WordStar, where you had to go through a long and highly complex log-in procedure, and a DEC word processor. There was no instruction or manuals so you just had to teach yourself. I was given access to email - a Telecom Gold account - which few people had at that time, and colleagues used to crowd round when I was sending an email.

It makes you wonder how we used to function in those days ---- and not that long ago, 20 years!

As one of the other speakers said last night, brain function and the PC are inexplicably linked now. If our PC is down, we drift around somewhat helplessly. I always value it as an opportunity to pick up the phone and talk to people instead of emailing or IM'ing them.

What was your experience with your first PC? 

52/365: A year in flowers - the tulip

The arrival of particular flowers each season is a great pleasure of mine. It starts with the snowdrop, that brave little harbinger of spring. Next come the daffodils followed by tulips in the shops, with the promise of a vivid show in the garden in a few weeks' time. Every year I plant more and more tulips.

I always have some deeply scented hyacinths indoors, as well as outside. The next big arrival for me in the shops is stocks. Their heady smell makes me feel intoxicated. And then it's the big bang of the rose, and for me the pink explosion of Gertrude Jekhyll in the garden. Finally autumn brings the gaudy, flamboyant dahlias and Christmas the wistful hellebores.

I only buy flowers when they are seasonal, as it gives you more to look forward to, and I only buy British flowers.

50/365: In memory of Marie Hanlon, 1932 - 2009

On Tuesday we paid a poignant visit to Ireland for the scattering of the ashes of Marie Hanlon, J's mother, who died a year ago in London. Her wish was to be scattered at the coast in Kerry, where she spent happy childhood years. We went first to Dublin for a lovely memorial service followed by Shrove Tuesday pancakes, and then six cars made their way to Kerry. Late in the afternoon, on a deserted, sunlit beach, J's uncle Teddy and brother Eamon waded into the sea to sprinkle the ashes as we threw red roses into the water. We then formed a circle on the sand as Margaret sang an Irish ballad. It was a fitting tribute to a wonderful woman: independent, indomitable, creative and very kind.

46/365: I go to Bluewater

I've got three days off and went to Bluewater shopping centre in Kent today. It normally takes about 30 minutes to drive there but unfortunately I missed the turn-off and after quite a bit of faffing around on the M20s and 25, and cursing the fact I had left the sat nav behind, I got there in one hour 15. Ahem.
I was looking for a suitable frock to wear at a wedding and hot footed it to LK Bennett, whose pale peach dress featured in Woman & Home this month. I tried on said dress, along with a coral number, but neither were great. Pale peach my arse, it was more that nudey colour. I tried on a few more oufits in House of Fraser and then called it a day. I don't like clothes shopping at all! But even for me, leaving Bluewater with just a shower gel was quite something.

Tomorrow we are off to Ireland - more to follow.

45/365: Do you remember Zam Buk?

This curious green salve, smelling strongly of eucalyptus, was always in our home when I was a child and used for everything. Then it disappeared for many years and I forgot it existed. About 10 years ago my mum and I went to Bygones in Torquay, a museum with "how it used to be" tableaux, and we fell about laughing when we saw a tin of Zam Buk in one of the rooms. Out of curiosity I googled it and found you could still get it South Africa, where they seemed to extol it as a balm for horse's hooves. I asked a colleague of mine in Johannesburg, Fathima, to bring some over when she visited, and she did. Everyone had Zam Buk Christmas tree presents that year. Since then I've discovered you can now buy it in the UK from all sorts of places. The Zam Buk website is here. Rather excitingly, there are even Zam Buk brand extensions! Today I've been smoothing it onto my poor nostrils, having developed yet another cold and having a rather sore snozz.

44/365: How much longer?

Like the dear Duchess, I am heartily sick of winter. It seems to have been going on forever and it's so cold all the time. Two things made me think longingly of summer. First, I had to pay the second deposit for our holiday in Greece in June. How I love Greece. And then I saw a film, Driving Aphrodite, about a tour guide in Greece. It was simply wonderful and I loved it so much I bought it rightaway from Amazon. It stars Nia Vardalos, star of My Big Fat Greek Wedding. The Greek scenery in the film is stunning, and her love interest, Alexis Georgoulis (pictured) isn't bad either. A perfect way to banish the cold grey weather and think of azure skies and Greek salads.

43/365: Medal Man

J will be running  in the London Marathon soon for the eighth time. It will be his 21st marathon.
In a strange phenomenon, he gets faster as he gets older. He ran the Great Bentley half marathon last weekend and achieved another Personal Best. If he runs London at the same pace, he could achieve 3 hours 30 which would put him in the top 30% of finishers and very high for his age.
He keeps wondering where the speed is coming from, but I think it's two things. Firstly, he's been watching his diet very carefully after losing a stone last year. I try to ensure he's getting enough protein and not just carbs, but it's a challenge because he's in Edinburgh Monday to Friday each week. Secondly, his running in Edinburgh involves a lot of hill work, so he's been building up his strength without consciously trying.

He also has the support of his running club, the Orion Harriers, and a lot of camaraderie. While it's sometimes a pain that raining takes priority over everything, I am very proud of his achievements. It takes serious dedication to be a marathon runner. He trains six days a week, whatever the weather and wherever he is.

On another note - comments - they may disappear again. I have signed up for the replacement to Haloscan and the old comments are being merged into the new Echo platform (I hope!.)

42/2365: Film Buffs

At this time of the week we usually get the exciting email from Tesco DVD rental club telling us which two films are being despatched for our weekend viewing  (Love Film but with Clubcard points.)

Sometimes there's a faux pas where I forget to send back the films and then we have to resort to our library (pictured.)

It's amazing that we can ever find a film to enjoy together because we have very different taste. I don't like anything with Jedi, people dressed as animals, the CIA, Bruce Willis, Eddie Murphy, Robin Hood, round tables and knights, most musicals and women wearing bonnets (Jane Austen.)

J doesn't like translated films or anything with too much angst; too much true life; zombies.

So whereas a Lars von Trier or translated film is often right up my street, as is a good zombie film, J prefers Star Wars, James Bond and Bourne type things.

Fortunately he doesn't mind chick flicks, within reason (he wouldn't like The Devil Wears Prada.) We usually get one film each week that we can both enjoy. Last week it was The Damned United, the film about Brian Clough. Not sure what it will be this weekend, haven't had the email yet. Now, did I remember to send the last two back?!

41/365: Sadness for Cadbury's

Cadbury's chocolate is uniquely British. Foodies and the EU may sneer at its taste and ingredients,  but it's what we all grew up with, and the hostile takeover by Kraft was only ever going to end in tears. Now we hear they are closing the Bristol site, used by Cadbury's for 90 years and previously by the famous Quaker Fry chocolate dynasty for over 200 years.

It's very sad. Cadbury's was very enlightened in the way they treated their employees and their plants were more like families than factories. Like most of the chocolate dynasties, their founder was a Quaker and a philanthropist.

I'm not a big chocolate eater and I do like dark chocolate when I indulge (but not the overrated Green & Black, owned by Cadbury's). But I also remember fondly some old Cadbury's marques that have long since disappeared: Country Style, Aztec, Grand Seville. Those were the bars I used to munch as a child.

38/365: The Sunday roast

Over the land millions of chickens and beef joints are roasting away. It's not surprising the French call us the "roast beefs". It's been three weeks since we've been home for the traditional Sunday lunch, which we always have at the table. Today it's beef with the usual accompaniments: roast potatoes, peas, runner beans, parsnips, Yorkshire pudding, mustard and horseradish. What could be better?

36/365: Cat silhouettes

A sunny spring-like day and Molly the cat decided to sit in the window, silhouetted against the blinds. She is invariably referred to as "the cat" by J, or occasionally "that cat," as in "who let that cat in?" Anonymous meanwhile refers to all cats as "rancid".

Although it's Friday, no trip to the snug or E Four tonight. J is going to a running club soiree so I will have my finger on the Sky Plus box.

Did you notice the comments are back? It gets stranger and stranger.

35/365: The curse of the buffet lunch

Was in a different building today, much smaller with no cafeteria. Fortunately, because it was a meeting that extended over lunchtime, a buffet lunch was brought in. I should have brought my own sandwiches. This is just a small part of the lunch - there were also cream cakes provided by someone else, a bowl of fruit and some more sandwiches. And once it's sitting there, you can't help reaching out. Well, tomorrow is another *(dieting) day....

33/365: The motley crew

Today I moderated a webcast that went out across EMEA. It was an hour long and my role was to introduce it and then moderate the questions. These were either live in the meeting room or on the web from participants in many countries. I filtered the questions real-time and put them to the panel, who are shown here. It was fun - I enjoy doing this type of thing. It's a throwback to when I was a radio journalist and all sorts of things used to go wrong. Fortunately nothing went wrong today.
Now regular readers may have noticed that comments have disappeared from posts. I was baffled because I hadn't changed any settings. Some research revealed that Haloscan, whose widget I was using, have now decided to monetise their service. No-one had emailed me about it, and presumably they made my code redundant. I have now attempted to install their new offering, Echo, but the Blogger plug-in doesn't work and I'm no expert on HTML, so until I fix it, the comment box on the right will have to suffice. Please don't let it put you off.

32/365: It's all virtual

No surprises for identifying the object on the left. Yes, a mouse. Normally at this time of year I would be in the sunnier climes of Las Vegas or Anaheim (LA) for the annual sales & marketing conference. This year it's being done virtually. So we watched the executive keynotes, chatted and networked with colleagues, and took our assigned classes - all online. While it's good to be at the cutting edge, we do miss the valuable interaction and genuine networking so hopefully next year we will be back in the US.

31/365: The Canterbury Tales

Went to Canterbury today where J was running the Barretts Canterbury 10 mile road race. His daughter is at university in Canterbury so she came to spectate and then we went to Prezzo's for lunch. J's verdict on the race: "Much hillier than I was expecting, heart rate was high throughout the race. I won't be doing a half marathon if there is one!"

Talking of half marathons, he is doing one next Sunday but I'm not expected to come as he will have a car full of lady runners.

The window picture is the view at Prezzo's - right opposite the West Cornwall pasty co!

30/365: An immunity boost

I normally pride myself on my robust health and being able to tick "no" to all the questions they ask on health forms: "have you got diabetes? Beri-beri? High blood pressure? Rickets?" etc.

So imagine my horror when, having got over a persistent cold after Christmas, I find I had another one!

It's not an obvious sort of cold either: I don't sniff or have a muffled voice or a red nose. But by the end of the day I feel completely drained. Bone tired.

I looked at websites to see how I might boost my immunity. I'm already eating the right things. "Go outside more" said J, which is actually on the list. And I've bought some echinacea. Fifteen drops in a glass of water. Any other suggestions folks?

Tomorrow I will be getting some fresh air down in Canterbury, where J is in a 10 mile race. Photo opportunities should abound.

29/365: We go for a Ruby Murray

Which, in cockney rhyming slang, is "curry". Dieting operations were suspended as we tucked into the feast above at E Four, near where we live. We always have the same menu I'm afraid, although J insists on studying the menu each time but then having the same thing anyway. I have an E Four invention called, if I spell it correctly, chicken shystila, which has a ginger spiciness, and J has chicken tikka masala balti. Made a change from Friday in the snug.

28/365: Here's my farm

It has, apparently, more than 50 million players. I'm  talking about Farmville, a sweet little game that you can play on Facebook. J likes to take the credit for "introducing" me to this one in an effort to wean me off Mafia Wars, which he thinks is violent. He read an article in a daily about Farmville and thinks I only started playing it because of this.
Anyway, the game itself is very simple. You get farm cash by planting crops and with the money you can buy barns, houses, tractors, animals, more crops and so on. As you progress through the levels, you can grow different crops and you get medals for growing trees etc. You also send virtual free gifts to your friends - one of my gifts today was a hot air balloon, very sought after - and you visit your friends' farms to fertilise their crops and feed their chickens. Now one day last week, I logged on and found it very heart warming that 17 of my friends had visited and done good deeds on my farm. Heart warming indeed because of all my Farmville friends, only three are "real". The rest are all virtual friends whom I don't know. That might sound quite sad but I find it fascinating to think I have a tiny window into these people's lives, all over the world, and I can make their day by sending them a butterfly (collector's item.) Oh, and I am still playing Mafia Wars (level 206) but don't tell J!

27/365: On a clear day...

This would have been a great view. Taken from the 23rd floor at a building in Canary Wharf, East London, today. Slightly further out I could see the Olympic stadium, which is having its roof raised to acccommodate thousands more people. But it was grey today so the photo shows a so-so view. In the front you can see the Docklands Light Railway. The view from the front carriage of these driver-less trains is said to be very thrilling.
If I don't post a picture for a day I probably won't backtrack....so you'll never see "25". I find there's stress in life without adding to it by worrying about taking a picture each day :-)

26/01: The paperweights

Here are some of my paperweights. I've got around 27, but I haven't bought a new one for about six years. I used to buy them to mark special occasions and some of them were given to me so they're particularly special. The one in front, to the right, is a collectable showing the Christmas rose. It was given to me by my Mum and Dad. We got it at the Devon Paperweights Centre at the romantically named Leg O'Mutton Corner. Imagine, a shop devoted to paperweights! But sadly they were closed for the winter when I went down to Devon recently.

24/365: Lights, camera, action!

We're very lucky that J's sister Kate recently turned professional as a photographer. We spent some time today having our picture taken. I'll save the shots of the happy couple (you can find some at Kate's blog) and instead share this one of J posing for Kate.

23/365: The disgraceful craft table

After sharing with you the tidy home office, I thought it was only right you should see my disgraceful craft area. This is in the lean-to, a ramshackle leaky old thing that's more than 30 years old. On Saturdays I'm typically out here listening to Dermot O'Leary and making a postcard for Sunday Postcard Art  (see the result at: http:/scrapncardqueen.blogspot.com.) My hands get very cold because although there's a small electric heater, I prefer to use the extension socket for the radio and my embossing tool.

On the table there are rubber stamps for my current project, wet wipes to clean them, a Cuttlebug embossing machine, glue and some tins for ATC and chipboard pieces. On the floor are boxes of ribbons, embellishments and ink pads.

22/365: I go to South Mimms Services

No-one can say my life isn't glamorous. One day Paris, the next South Mimms services on the M25. I'm afraid it's not my photo, although I fully intended to take a glorious shot of South Mimms in the rain. I wouldn't normally stop here because it's only another 20 minutes to home, but I was starving and fancied a Waitrose sandwich. I've written before about the scourge of the Walkers "grab bag" and guess what, that's all they had. Shame on you Waitrose! I expected more from you than adding to the girth of Britain. Needless to say, I didn't have any Quavers.

20/395: I go to Le Kong

Had a great night in Paris at a trendy restaurant called Le Kong. Perspex chairs, fabulous view of the city, geisha mural on the ceiling. The black cod was delicious. Which of these two is me do you think?

19/365: Meeting detritus

In Paris for a two-day meeting. No time at all today to go outside or take any interesting photos. What you see here is the detritus from the tea break today. An empty tray where once almond pastries sat. I didn't sample one of those unfortunately because of the diet, but I'm told they were lovely. Off now to a Japanese restaurant and maybe a more interesting photo for tomorrow.

18/365: A bumper crop

It always amazes me how the spring bulbs continue to defiantly push their way through the cold hard soil to give a spectacular display. Just a week ago, these bulbs were completely covered in snow. Every year I plant as many as I can because I tend to lose a few during over zealous weeding. I have a bed of hyacinths and love the heady fragrance. I first got the idea for mass planting hyacinths when I saw a municipal bed in Dartmouth. You could smell the bulbs some distance away. I also have a lot of narcissi, daffodils and dwarf tulips. I get so excited when they all start to flower and then we know winter is behind us.
I'm going to Paris later today for a business trip so this will be my first real challenge in terms of uploading pictures. I don't have any photo editing software on my work PC so I will need to take pictures in low res. I refuse to use a smartphone (I like to have a life) and my very basic phone doesn't have a camera.  Let's see how it goes. Paris is certainly very photogenic!

17/365: I go to the gym

January is always for me a time of abstinence. I usually have half a stone to lose, not gained over Christmas but in the run-up to it. This year however it's a stone, groan. And I find that unless I go to the gym, I hardly lose anything, even despite being very rigorous with the calories. As I slog away on the treadmill, I think dreamily about our honeymoon and how I will have a whole new wardrobe of clothes in a smaller size.

16/365: The dirtiest snow ever?

That dubious distinction goes to this pile of grey grit and snow at Sainsbury's. The store is being renovated and looks like a building site. But looking forward to seeing what it's like when it's finished.

15/365: I book the register office

We're getting married in June. Very small register office ceremony and then lunch. I booked the register office today, carefully chosen for its visual appeal - Marylebone town hall. It's where Sean Bean last got married. The honeymoon is booked so all that's left to do is book the restaurant, send out the invites (max 15) and get my passport sorted, as I am still Mrs XXX and that won't do at all. Plus we have to present ourselves at our local council to give notice of intention to marry.

14/365: View from the concourse

Went into London today for a meeting followed by a haircut. Very little snow around now thank goodness - able to wear ordinary shoes for the first time in weeks!

Here's the view from the balcony at Liverpool Street Station. Unfortunately no outbreaks of choreographed dancing today. Just tired commuters rushing to get home at 7.30pm.

13/365: Home Office

Seeing as I'm spending so much time in it - today from 7.30 to 5 and just 30 mins for lunch - here is a pic of the home office.
My modus operandi is to have 2 PCs running, one for work (the laptop) and the other for diversions (Facebook, Spotify etc.)
The broadband was kindly upgraded to 14mb by BT recently (free of charge!- although they aren't the cheapest.)
There's a headset for the phone because I tend to spend most of my time in conference calls.

It makes me smile how people always think you have an easy life if you're working from home. You get fewer interruptions so you get more done, usually, but it can also be quite lonely. Thank goodness for Office Communicator and the good old phone.

12/365: Stash Alert

The postman regularly delivers pizza shaped boxes, at which J rolls his eyes and mutters "more stash". My hobbies are paper crafting: making scrapbook albums, cards and collages. You get through lots of stash- patterned papers, coloured card, embellishments, ink pads, stamps and so on. Today's delivery from The Fruit Pixie was mostly ephemera: bingo tickets, dice, playing cards. Hours of fun.

11/365: Tuning In

Like millions of others today I was waiting for 7am and the new Chris Evans show on BBC Radio 2. Usually on a Monday I'm driving to work. I listen to Sarah Kennedy until 7am because I like her paper review, and then I switch to my own music because I was never very keen on Terry Wogan. I used to like his show but it became too cosy and "TOGGED" to coin a phrase.
Today I was all set to leave at 6 and then I saw the weather forecast. It's OK here in London but not where I was going. So reluctantly had to work from home again. They'll forget what I look like.
Anyway, Chris got off to a great start I thought. There'd been a lot of speculation about what he would play. Would he play something noisy and alientate the Togs? I didn't think for a minute he would, because in his teatime show he played a wide variety of music including a Bavarian drinking song. So he didn't disappoint with two crowd pleasers from The Beatles.

10/365: Getting Ready

It's early evening, a time when thoughts turn to Monday: a new week at work, a 5.10am wake-up call and a two and a half hour drive to the office.

I always pack my essentials the night before: my coffee mug, blueberries, some magazines to give to colleagues, my ipod and of course my PC and charger (once I forgot it and had to turn round.)

I haven't been into the office since before Christmas because of holidays and then the snow. So, fingers crossed that the weather doesn't deteriorate.

9/365: Keep on Running

It takes more than a bit of a snow to put off a dedicated runner from their sport. Here is J back from his morning run in the forest. He goes out six days a week, no matter where we are or what the weather's like. His next marathon will be London, for about the sixth time I reckon.

8/365: We go to the snug

Yesterday was a bit of a debacle on the 365 photo front. I intended to take a picture at the King's Head, where we go most Friday nights, but forgot to take the camera. Fortunately J had his camera phone but I wasn't able to get the picture off the device until now.

7/365: Cooking with Nigella

The DHL man braved the snow to deliver two of Nigella Lawson's back catalogue books today, How to Eat and Nigella Bites. These are the two I didn't have, although they're not new by any means. I adore Nigella. It is her 50th birthday this month so I hope it is a good one!

Skimming through How to Eat, I had to smile when Nigella said she wouldn't be covering nursery food like shepherd's pie and bread and butter pudding because she wasn't brought up on those dishes. I definitely was, along with other classics like "the boiled dinner" which I hated; toad in the hole and, excitingly, our first taste of "foreign" food with the Vesta curry and chow mein. Our puddings were Angel Delight, Green's lemon meringue pie or Giz's own creation, "resurrections", which as its name suggests, was old sponge or cake drowned in blancmanage.

Nigella's mum made her own mayonnaise whereas my mum would have looked baffled at the notion and produced Heinz Salad Cream.

Well, I've caught up with Nigella now and quite often make her recipes and have exotic ingredients like wasabi and bottled peppers in the cupboard. J was less than enthusiastic about poussin earlier in the week. "Not sure about having a sparrow to deal with" was his comment.

6/365: Snow Fun

Another heavy snowfall and more snow in East London than last time, two weeks ago. Beautiful thick snow, lovely for walking on. A pain when you need to get somewhere, but fine if you're lucky enough to be able to work from home.

Here are some scenes from the local area, and the bird feeders in the back garden.

5/365: Glamour Shot

It will give me endless amusement over the next few months as my search engine stats show how hapless men have searched for "glamour shots" to be confronted with my old vacuum cleaner.

Like most people, I have been on a New Year purge, getting rid of old stuff and putting other stuff in bags and taking it to the charity shop. (Yes I did watch Mary Portas and no, I don't send rubbish to the charity shop - only things that are worth selling.)

This little group in the garden awaits its final journey to the tip, or as J calls it, "the dump". He was quite keen about the photographic opportunities that the dump would present: peering into a skip, for example.

Sadly that will have to wait another day because I didn't get round to going to the tip.

I've just filled a bag for the NSPCC with clothes and they'll collect tomorrow. Pity they state "no books and bric-a-brac", I have three bag fulls!

A cautionary note is sounded in today's papers however. Apparently we all get carried away with throwing things out in the New Year, and we regret it later.

4/365: Stay of Execution

The Christmas tree is normally back in its box and escorted into the loft on New Year's Day. I can't wait until Twelfth Night, even if my mum does say it's bad luck (but then, so is washing blankets in May; marrying in May, any amount of things mostly in May.)

But this year the tree has had a stay of execution. Its box has become so battered that I ordered a Christmas tree bag from Amazon. I was expecting it to arrive today, the last day of my holiday, and in preparation I took down the decorations, placing the beautiful little bird bought in Oberammergau from the Kathe Wohlfahrt shop back in its box for another year.

The bag didn't come, so now the tree sits forlornly bereft of its lights and tinsel. I wonder how long it will be before J carries it into the dining room, out of his sight.

3/365: Sunrise

Camera at the ready, this was the view at 7.30am as the sun started to rise over Chingford.

I found out that fellow blogger Sue is also taking a picture a day for the 365 challenge. Thanks |Sue for enlightening me on what the challenge is and how it came about. I'm sure your pictures will spur me on.

2/365: Scaredy Cat

I was laid low by a heavy cold today so my "take a picture a day" options were fairly limited. Reminder to self: never say scathingly of an other person "only a cold".

I even missed out on my big shop at Sainsbury's and went instead to the local butcher where I paid a king's ransom for a free range chicken. Next I went to Budgens where the debit and credit card system was down so everyone had to abandon their shopping at the till and run across the road to the cash machine.

Back to the scaredy cat. This term is a good description of Molly the cat. Here she is in traditional pose, peering anxiously over the bannister to see if another cat has entered the house. It's not a groundless fear; we have found a strange cat lurking on more than one occasion.

But it seems Molly only became a scaredy cat on her move to Chingford, because when she was found in a bedraggled state in Swindon by Paula and Julie, she was terrorising their elderly cats.

She does have a friend who comes calling most mornings: a large tabby I call Thomas O'Malley. He howls very loudly outside the door, and sometimes she deigns to go outside, whereupon he follows her out of the garden, presumably hunting together. (She has been spayed so there is no funny business.) A cat's friendships are fairly short-lived however, so it's possible she and Thomas fell out this morning and that's why she was looking so fearful.

1/365: A photo a day

I'm embarking on an ambitious project- to take a photograph a day. I'm no great photographer, so it won't be about fancy angles or lighting (I wish!.) It's just going to be a daily observance of some sort. It may be something I see, or eat, or do. Anyway, I'm excited to see how it pans out.

I went out for a New Year's Day walk. The sky was blue but it was freezing cold. A light frost sparkled on the pavements and bushes. I was amused to see the long shadows I was casting.


There weren't many people about. I found a newsagent's and was chuffed to get a new magazine (or one I'd never seen before) called Eat In. One of my NY resolutions, if I officially had any, is to cook from scratch more often.