Friday, 26 February 2010
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Mind you, I am convinced that 99% of these bimble in here on some link because of my by-now-very-wide ranging selection of key words / labels, and end up going "what's this old tosh I've stumbled upon?" and go away again, never to return unless by accident.
We've been at this now over 3 years and have covered a huge range of topics, so there are mountains of words and combinations of words, that will bring up little ol' me. I may also be one of the top listed sites for things I talk about a lot which are not covered by other bloggers - the Cambria Sailing Barge for example.
There are, then, a few of you I know who do deliberately pass this way and return, and thank you very much for that, but generally I chug along with about 60 hits a week, slowly slowly racking up my 8500 surfers ghosting through and and 5500 proper click in/out visits.
"Search Engine Optimisation" is a very clever science all of it's own, and when we were learning how to build websites (my Dad and me) one thing they told us that search engines "like" is if your subject matter commonly refers back to the subject / title ( which you obviously don't do if you are a spammer who chooses a respectable site name as cover, but is then trying to indulge in activities which are nothing to do with that subject!). They (search engines) also love regularly refreshed websites which this one, (barring a few gaps), most certainly is.
Nearly the weekend
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
In another first for this blog, this picture contains Dad - well... the top of his head anyway, fast asleep.
Me? I like to be on the bed too, but in my case I hate to be too warm, so there's no snuggling up or being at all "under" the duvet. I like a nice cool, flat stretch out in my own bit, well away from anyone else.
Meanwhile, mildly worrying developments in the Diamond-in-Hospital saga; some new symptoms which might or might not be significant. With both Mum and Dad now snuffling and coughing through man-flu (Dad sold it to Mum as a going concern) there can be no hospital visiting at present, so we've got this from Diamond on the phone. Hang in there Diamond. We're all rooting for you. All except Haggis who is asleep, but he's almost certainly dreaming about rooting for you!
Sunday, 21 February 2010
It's all very sloppy and wet underfoot, so every dog we meet and ourselves, all look ready for a bath, especially below the plimsoll line. Dad's been on weekend cover and reports that while it might be mild down here in Kent, much of the Midlands has a fair dump of snow this morning.
The local bird population is doing rather well for sultanas and stuff at present. While Diamond is in the hospital in London, John seems to be either clearing out the kitchen, or maybe decorating. What ever the truth of that, John appeared on pancake day with a carrier bag full of time-expired bakery bits - apricots, dried fruit, candied peel, almonds, coconut shavings etc.
They are sell by 2008, so we expect they're quite safe, and certainly the birds don't mind. The blackbirds definitely appreciate a sprinkling of sultanas or currants on the ground, and the starlings move across the garden like a police finger-tip search or a sanitation crew mopping up every single one.
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
One small problem - the shar-pei has delicate skin and the dally has sharp, needle like pup-teeth which quite often draw blood. The vets cannot sew the shar up, because of the rish of infection under the stitches. Fun and games!
Meanwhile, Diamond is still in that London hospital. Mum is cooking pancakes for Dad and John W, and Mum is winding Daimond up by texting her about all of us lot eating "her pancakes". She's had her "procedure" and we now await results. She is mainly "tired". As usual with Diamond, nothing runs really smoothly, and there have been problems with "lines". Still rooting for you, Diamond. Knock 'em dead!
Monday, 15 February 2010
Sunday, 14 February 2010
We also say Hello to Ellie (My Sister) but only through the bay window. Her humans are out and she can't come out to play
Saturday, 13 February 2010
It's long overdue. Mum has pruned the roses and attacked the hollyhocks and old sedum heads etc in the upper "circle" garden, while Dad has cleared Californian poppy and yellow horned poppy foliage, magnolia leaves and died back Erigeron from the gravel out front, plus chopped up the old Christmas tree, and cut away all the sport suckers from the base of the lilac, and the old stems of purple loose strife and asparagus.
Finally they joined up to cut down the tall canes/plumes of the two big ornamental grasses down to 6 inches or so. This act is the real garden opener, because these two tall tufts create a very obvious visible barrier between top garden and what we call the "ha-ha" bank, below which is the pond.
Plenty of time, though, to sit back and chill on the terrace, which was reasonably warm. The pair of robins show their appreciation by swooping down on the disturbed soil and flitting about picking up spring-awakened grubs and creepy crawlies. Mum and Dad are hopeful that the robins will nest.
They tell some awful story of me as a puppy killing a robin which flew into the greenhouse and stunned itself, one of the then breeding pair with a half built nest, which was then abandoned. They have not nested in the garden since. I don't remember this but if it's true then it's probably in this blog somewhere. Think I'd not get away with it again, though, so maybe I'll avoid robins in 2010.
Friday, 12 February 2010
For our Mum and Dad the prospect of the final weekend when wine may be allowed prior to Lent, which Mum and Dad are going to try and do without a drop taken. Not religious particularly, although Mum claims to be a "collapsed Catholic", but the 6 weeks of Lent is a suitably iconic and testing lump of abstention. Sometimes it works, and they stay the distance, other times they crash and burn. I will keep you up to date.
Other than that, one of those superb free weekends, when no-one is booked to visit us, and we're not booked to go anywhere or do anything. Snow, cold and wet are still preventing Dad getting out on the allotment, so I suspect a weekend of leisurely awakenings and maybe some sporadic garden tidying. Dad, I know, has his eyes on the old horned-poppy seed heads and dead Californian poppy foliage out front, and Mum is thinking she must prune the roses.
Have a good weekend
Thursday, 11 February 2010
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
Winter, it seems, has not quite done with us yet, here in Kent, and tonight we are back with the bitterly cold NE winds and the flurries of snow. Some of them are pretty genuine, and in the cold evening air they lay and stay. It's just a dusting for now, but it gives a nice background to some snowdrops, daffs (tete-a-tete) and the Scots pine which had been racing into action thinking Spring had arrived. It also sends Mum and Dad scurrying off back to the farm shop for more coal. They'd been wondering whether coal-buying was done with for this winter.
It's also got me back into the blogging seat after a bit of a break. Haven't been in the mood, and with Dad suffering from man-flu (and we all know how deadly that can be!), he's been unable to chase me to post stuff. Well, here we are back.
Diamond is, meanwhile, now in the ultra-specialist Hospital in London for a bit of a make or break serious one, so our thoughts are with you Diamond. Mum will be up to visit, but Dad, in his current red-nosed, hawking, pathetic state would not even get through the portals before some big ex-Army physio nurse rugby-tackled him to the ground in the name of Infection Control.
So, we have a NE wind, falling snow, a coal fire and Mum creating something delicious in the kitchen. What more could we all want?