Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Eddie.

Oh little Eddie, you made our day out. I have regaled your epic adventure to most of my real life friends with much hilarity. We will never forget you, or your owners.

It was a boiling hot, blue sky day. We'd been looking round Portchester Castle and had settled on a bench in the grounds, within the Roman Walls for our picnic. The huge vast greens were full of families with children picnicking and playing. Here is a photo of mine taken, rather bravely by me, from the top of the very very very high tower at the castle. This was early on in the morning. You can see the church and the big green space, empty for now, being mid morning...but packed by lunchtime... and the bench next to the tree that I was sat on when my story happened...





The HG and I settled ourselves on a bench facing the main path, which was the main route from the sea too. We ate our lunches and people watched.
We spotted Eddie's humans an older gent and a younger lithe chap. Eddie was trotting alongside and and we looked fondly on as he was a splendid border terrier. The HG had a Lakeland/Border cross years ago who was beautiful. So we admired the pooch as they almost reached our bench.
Actually we had no idea at this point as to what Eddie was called. We learned his name when suddenly the dog darted like a minnow across the path onto the large green behind.
Eddie,     Eddie,    EDDIE,

EDDIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE
was the cry from the hapless owners. Eddie clearly hadn't thought they were shouting to him because he completely and utterly ignored them and sped on with murder on his mind.











On the large green behind us, several families were picnicking and playing. There was a huge group of mums n kids at the very back of the green.

Suddenly there was a huge wail, simultaneous with the shout of



EDDIE NO, NO, EDDIE.

So of course, all of us spectators got whiplash to turn and see just what the flippity heck was going on.

Well, Eddie had captured a football and was viciously shaking it to death all the while running at a zillion miles an hour around the arena!! He was killing it good and proper! The mums collectively stood, hands on hips. The owner of the ball, an 8ish year old boy wailed forlornly and Eddie's owners scrambled down the slight incline to the green, all the while shouting at him to
drop it,
leave it and
come here.

Eddie clearly heard,
kill it some more,
bite it some more and
run away some more.

The chase that ensued was of the cartoon Roadrunner proportions. Eddie, dropped down to lie on the floor, panting, prize ball betwixt his little furry front paws. He let his  owners get just *soooo* close to him before snatching up His Ball Now and  scampering away.

His owners tried a pincer movement. Eddie saw them coming. He danced around that field. He scooted the now popped ball with his nose, he then recaptured it and rekilled it over and over. Another tactic of the owners was to get close to Eddie, call his name and show him a tennis ball with a 'what's this?' Eddie merely glanced, Eddie then laughed his head off with the rest of us as the older owner threw a tennis ball at him. He looked disdainfully at said sad little tennis ball as it landed close by and made off with his prize to another part of the field. The younger, lithe owner took off his jacket, flung it to the ground and set off like Linford Christie after Eddie, Eddie pelted away, the owner was gaining, Eddie paused, and I kid yet not, the owner leapt off his feet as if to swan dive on top of Eddie. Eddie waited until the last split second to dart away and let his owner belly flop on to the grass arms outstretched!!

Eddie got a smattering of applause from the spectators. All except one. Angry Mama, still hands on hips approached the older owner who was on his hands and knees beseeching Eddie to come here. Eddie had the ball in his mouth and was in the playful pose of bum up in the air, tail wagging, down on his front legs, wide open mouth grinning at his owner.




The owner was now throwing treats at Eddie from his man bag. The mama came up to him and you could see he exchange. The older man gave the mama some money. The mama went away.

The next tactic was for the owners to nonchalantly walk off the green, saying, 'Come on then Eddie'. Eddie didn't care! He was having the best walkies ever! He scampered around, playing with his new toy, totally oblivious of the fact that his owners were standing off the green near us. I said that I thought Eddie needed more recall training. The older owner said the angry mama said she was glad it wasn't her dog and that the ball had been a limited edition. I'd said I hoped it wasn't an England
signed ball!! So Eddie was thrilling his adoring fans by throwing his popped ball up in the air and catching it and running around some more. His owners needed oxygen by the looks of it.

Their next cunning plan was for them to go hide behind the church wall so Eddie would worry where they'd gone. Let me tell you folks, Eddie couldn't give a toss where they'd gone!! The older man was crouched down and the younger man was trying to double back around Eddie and trying to capture him from behind. Eddie, of course, had this sussed from the get go and simply trotted ever so slightly just out of reach. Eddie's older owner now took to the area again. This time, he threw treats at Eddie. Eddie wasn't arsed about tasty morsels at all! He took to his heels, all four of them and scarpered in the opposite direction.
This had been going on for ages. Indeed, I'd finished my giant Slimming World friendly lunch


and
was on my own tasty morsel of an apple. Finally a group of young chaps, who'd also been enjoying the show, took pity on Eddie's poor owners. They had a shiny new football that they began to kick about tantalisingly close to Eddie. Eddie could not resist. He let go of his popped toy and darted to attack and kill the new ball but the youths were too fast and Eddie was thwarted. Eddie ran back to his first kill.....where the younger owner was waiting, collar was grabbed and Eddie was nabbed!
Eddie was carried off the field to a giant round of applause! He was put on the lead and his owners had to do a walk of shame back along the very long path in front of a lot of tourists! I wish I'd videoed it. It would have gone viral I'm sure. Especially the failed swan dive! We will never forget you Eddie x



Picture off the Internet of what Eddie looked like!




Lots of love from
Rachel *finally blogging again* Radiostar xxx












Thursday, 31 August 2017

Six week holidays snapshot.

It seems so long ago now, when I was planning all the things I was going to do. A lot I did, a lot I didn't! I'm still not fully unpacked from my holiday and I'm choosing to ignore it and blog, rather than tackle it!







So, this handsome little chap is Albie, my Great Nephew. Born 13 weeks early on Saturday the 29th
July.  My niece was fantastic and the hospital staff were amazing. He was 2lbs and 2oz. Exactly a bag of sugar.
He's now a month old, doing really well. He's moved into the next room of incubators and mostly breathing on his own. He just needs to grow and get fatter. Which he is doing slowly.
I got busy knitting and sewing!









I knit some teeny little hats and bootees for him. And then looked up incubator wraps online.



I bought two baby %100 cotton flannel cot sheets from Asda for £5. I figured the fabric is safe to use as it's for cots!













Cut them out and actually went wrong on my first attempt. As you can see below!














Today I'm going to have a go at some little vests. I traced around one that fits him now. He is so super teeny. He's a miracle. His nappies are the size of a tea bag! 








Other things I did and bought over the Summer. 












So the last photo tells a big story. I've never ever ever ever been to a weightloss branded group before. I joined one run by the health visitors after Miss 23 was born but that wasn't as daunting as it was to even make the decision to go. I had sweaty palms when I went. And because I've so many photos on this post, I'll post about SW next time. I'm not endorsing it or anything like that. It's more like I'm appearing in a Sitcom every week! 

Putting photos on the iPad takes ages and it causes the writing to jump and leap about. Maybe Fr Christmas might bring me a cheaply little notebook that I can blog more easily on. I'll have to send him a note up my chimney. 

In reply to some people on my last post, Annabeth, we stated in a lovely place called Tilford. Tilford Forest Lodges. It's not far from a town called Farnham. The choice was swung by the half price price!! Sometimes it pays to wait! And Marlene, I cannot believe you were so close to me on one of my day out! It was quite the last minute thing mind. 
I'll tell you all about Eddie next post too. 
Right, I must get up. I've sewing to do, coffee to drink, fresh fruit to eat and the chimney sweep  is 
coming. And my very first Ocado shop! How vair  middle aged/middle class am I to get excited over that?! Well, I got a voucher code in my SW magazine for £20 and free delivery for a year! They've only just started delivering in my area. So I thought it's worth it. Everything I've ordered will be used and it was all mostly on the offers/half price section. 
Tatty bye 
Rachel *how is this my last day off, I've so much to do and Miss 23 and Freddie are arriving today yippeeeeeee* Radiostar xxx

Ps. I watched Bake Off last night and I absolutely loved it. I thought it was brilliant and the two new presenters did a great job. I'm not watching it in real time however, because I cannot stand adverts! So I taped it and watched it a night later and FF through! Can't wait for the Jo Brand spin off on tonight. Love that too. 















Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Where did that go?

I'm talking about the six long glorious weeks I was having off! Vanished in a flash they have.
 I love this shot I took of the HMS Warrior with the sun just in the right position.
 Time for ( overpriced ) tea.
 I did not go up this.
 RIP Lord Nelson.
 An arty farts shot I took of the newest Navy warship through the windows of an aged Navy Warship.
 The Roman walls of Portchester Castle. I must tell you the hilarious tale about Eddie.
 Still on plan! Picnic lunch for a SWer.
Bognor Regis int sunshine.

Just a few holiday snaps.

Rachel *back from holidays* Radiostar xxx

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Time ran away with me.

I was coming to write a post, but have spent two actual real hours reading all the blogs I follow that I've no time now to write what I was gonna. I have loads of stuff to note down for my memory in years to come, but not now.
I need to write myself some reminders for what I was going to write about.
Tiny, new, bargains, makes, early, class, music.
Let's hope, I can remember what each of my reminders mean!
In the meantime, I'll document a couple of shots from my garden.



Lots of love from 
Rachel *Even though it's the holidays I've still no time* Radiostar xxx

Monday, 17 July 2017

M. I. A.

My poor poor neglected blog. If you were a cake you'd be rock hard and stale. If you were weeds in the garden, you'd be a jungle. It's not that I don't love you, I truly do. I've just had other stuff to doooooo. I promise I will put the effort in and chat nonsense to you about my daily non adventures real soon. ( approximately after Thursday!)
Here's  some highlights  of the last few weeks.

 Tasted so delicious! Hunter gathered by my HG!

 How Miss 23 captures these shots I don't know!

 


 I just love this one! He epitomises pure joy of living.


 My absolute favourite flower in bud and.....



 One of my birthday presents from the HG was this signed copy of 100 Quilts by Stuart Hillard. 

Right, little blog, I've The Perfect Storm on TV to watch even though I know the ending. It doesn't stop me wanting a different outcome every time. In fact I have been known to cross my fingers and hope  that they make it! 

Lots of love for now 
Rachel *still here * Radiostar xx






Thursday, 6 July 2017

D. I. S. C. O.

Our school has a JLT. That stands for Junior Leadership Team. It used to be the School Council. Same thing, different name. The one we have right now is made up of some pretty awesome kids. They decided they wanted to organise a fundraising effort for the victims of the Grenfell Fire disaster.  They decided to hold a disco. It was last night. It was hot, loud and they all had fun.
The older ones made me laugh as they unashamedly sang along to Let it go. We've some excellent dancers and they depleted the hot dogs, fizzy drinks and sweet shop like a plague of locusts! I'm not sure on the actual amount raised but I'm really proud of our young people. They also bought out of their own money, some flowers and chocolates for the main teacher in charge if JLT who made it all happen.
This year our school also raised over £2000 for the NSPCC with a sponsored dance a thon - pretty good going for a school in a 'socially deprived' ( I think that's the Government's official definition ) area.

So, it really really irks me that the school won a lottery bid to erect a log cabin to be used as an outdoor classroom. The lottery bid was for £10000. That was spent on the cabin - currently in pieces on the playground waiting for erection. ( stifles giggles )
The cost to the school by the County Council to prepare the ground and have an electricity supply put to it. Are you ready?

EIGHTEEN THOUSAND POUNDS. You read that correctly. £18k

That's not including the charges for all the planning applications and x y z .

That's why schools have no money. Not because they are paying staff what they deserve. It's because of bureaucracy.

Anyway, I'd like to say sorry for my last whiney post and thank you for your supportive totally self indulgent comments to me. I'm going to just add three photos. Two are of some of my mahoosive and frankly downright embarrassing birthday haul from the HG to me from Embsay Mill. Darling darling material and other goodies! The other is a glorious shot from Hawes. Imagine living in such a picturesque place! We went last weekend and had, to quote Wallace and Grommit - a grand day out. The link to Wallace and Grommit being the Wensleydale Creamery. We've been loads. Cheeeeeeeeese!









Right, best get a shift on.

Love from
Rachel *feeling blessed* Radiostar xxx

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Flaming June 2017

Well, it was until Miss now 23 went home after a lovely birthday. It's more like Damp Squib June. And that kinda describes my mood. Damp squib. Every single fecking day getting up to the rain is bringing me down. I'm being overly dramatic here as we've had a couple of none rainy days but it's that fine stuff that soaks you through. It's too warm for coats and boots. I've a pair of flip flops that don't matter if they get wet but one squeaks. That's annoying me. For the first time in a lot of years I'm actually wishing we had more days left at school because I'm enjoying my work and I've also seventy trillion jobs still to do. I'm just so pushed for time and energy.

I've taken loads of photos for the blog but seriously cannot be faffed with the faff of using blogger on my iPad to add them. I've lots of crafting I want to do but haven't started. The garden us looking so beautiful but I can't sit in it with the rain - which is dashing some of my plants to the ground. I can't peg out.

We are also waiting for a scan appt. the Royal we that is. I haven't updated the other blog which this scan pertains to. Suffice to say, the last appointment didn't go to plan. It was inconclusive. Hence repeat scan.  Permalimbo is really really shit. But limbo is preferable to what I fear is coming. I think it explains the black cloud mood following me around.

 Somebody slap me! I've so much to be grateful for. My birthday was lovely, truly lovely and I received lots of lovely cards and presents for which I'm truly thankful. I'm not even arsed about being 46.

One bright point I'll leave here for my future reference is that at school, whilst teaching my favourite class last week, one little person informed me that they'd had to fill in a school questionnaire for their end of year reports.
I was told that to the question
Q. What do you like best about coming to school?
A. Thursdays and sometimes Fridays because that's when Miss Radiostar comes to teach us.

Immediately lifts my mood and keeps me going! I of course truthfully told them that teaching them was my favourite part of the week!

Lots of love from

Rachel *Now forty six years old * Radiostar xx



Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Facebook Fabric tale 2.




 Firstly, how gorgeous is this material? I saw it on another FB group I'm in, quilting for beginners. Someone said they'd walked into a shop, saw this and they had to have it. Well, it caught my eye ( along with the other 1k plus people who 'liked' the photo and we asked where it was from. The lady said Hobby Lobby. A quick Search on the tinterweb told me it was a US store and the did not ship to the UK. HOW RUDE OF THEM ! Anyway, I lamented my dismay in a comment....only to have a gorgeous human being tell me she would go get some fabric for me and post it to me! Faith in human nature restored! So hello Debbie...you win at being the best human in my week xxx
My fabric collecting is getting out of hand! It's a distraction from real life stuff.






Lola is Miss 22's bunny and Freddie loves her. 











This is Freddie's official Birthday pose! I think he looks rather haughty. 





 Talking of distractions from politics and everything politicky, this tweet had me chuckling a lot. I personally cannot stand the weak chinned simpering fool who poked his nose into education and ruined it. 



Some random photos now... 







 This rather sweet button shaped tin originally had M&S shortbread buttons in it. They are long gone. It now holds my pattern weights!
 I wish I could crochet - this dress is beautiful.



 Half price goodies from Hobbycraft. Thread is always useful.



 Handy
 little square ruler.


 I love this green wool - no idea what it's for yet.

 Half price patterns from Hobbycraft - might make something for Madeleeny.






Last but not least, yet another great shot of the springy one! Cheers me up no end!

I'll leave you with a conversation shared to me by my Night Owls chum and a little owl.

Child: Where's my brother gone?
Adult: He's at the toilet.
Child: He's been aaaaages, when's he coming back?
Adult: He's at the toilet, he'll be back when he's done.
Child: ahhhh, he must be doing a number 3
Adult: A number 3????????
Child: Yes, when you do a number 1 and a number 2 at the same time!!!!!

Good maths work there!



Lots of love from
Rachel *best get her wriggle into gear for work* Radiostar xxx




Sunday, 11 June 2017

Tea Towels

I belong a to crazy, lovely, but crazy cult of people on Facebook who worship the humble Tea Towel.
They travel the length and breadth of Great Britain and beyond searching out the ultimate barginous tea towels.

Well I joined. The creations they come up with are frankly OUTSTANDING. The people on there are truly talented and are also very kind. They are supportive and helpful and there is always something to look at in the grip of insomnia.

Here's my first attempt at Tea Towel magic...
1. Buy tea towels £4

2. Choose a pattern and cut out pieces. This took me two flipping hours! Our fabric, inner fabric, interfacing, batting  - I drew the line at the stiffners instructed.
3. Start sewing. As per instructions.
 




4. It's a SIMPLicity pattern...

5. I sorta muddled through.





6. Finally, pose the bag for the Ta Daaah!




I'm quite chuffed with myself! 

Back tomorrow with another heart warming tale from Facebook. Fabric related, not tea towels...

Lots of love from 
Rachel*doing a bit of knitting now* Radiostar xxx



PS
I need to have you all wish my daughter's lovely Freddie a very Happy First Birthday. She is taking some cracking photos of him and he is beautiful and I love him!