tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80745906066507223212024-03-14T09:40:09.253+00:00TrashCanTrash Can Do Anything!
(The not-so-secret diary of life and stuff in a hilltop town.)trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.comBlogger808125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-88371637562836084742016-06-10T15:48:00.002+01:002016-06-10T15:48:58.879+01:00Today was hardgoing
So anyway, stupid arse-badger taxi driver at work blew his stack at me today in a rant of several minutes about my rudeness and lack of customer service bc I carried out (to the letter) his tea request - pouring in his own milk. BOOM! Out. Of . Nowhere. The irony of his accusation is not lost on me at all. As well as being a racist feck (EDF badge on his lapel) he works as little as trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-39040881104019105592015-03-20T08:53:00.003+00:002015-03-20T08:53:29.110+00:00Total Eclipse 2015Today there is a solar eclipse visible from My Hilltop. We are in the 95% zone. It is just starting now and the sky is getting dark. I suppose. My Hilltop is covered with cloud. We have a full eight octas of cloud cover. Nothing is getting through.
*sigh*
Instead I am watching these guys - http://new.livestream.com/accounts/8724297/events/3807156/player?width=560&height=315&autoPlay=trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-22186782691520078842015-03-09T01:39:00.003+00:002015-03-09T01:50:53.098+00:00My Hero.
Today was the second last football (soccer) match of the season and we played 25 miles away from home. In the course of this season we have gone from unplaced to second in the division. A win today meant we would be going up into Division One. Our lads played strong from the start. They had fire in their bellies and kicked hard.
I am the shouty parent on the sideline I confess. I am trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-76690889482171801132014-08-09T22:14:00.000+01:002014-08-09T22:35:21.690+01:00For Sue : Festival of Quilts, Birmingham 2014.
Dear Sue,
given the state of your head when they walked you off into the First Aid room at the NEC I figured there was a strong chance you wouldn't be back to attend the Festival this year so I thought if I wrote up what I saw it might give you some idea of the event.
Firstly may I ask after your husband? He was looking a little bit pale and wan as he helped you up from your trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-36741639516509810792014-07-29T09:27:00.000+01:002014-07-29T09:39:16.818+01:00Ten ace things that happened at Fat Quarterly Retreat 2014
1. I arrived without melting. My word but London was Hotty McHot Hotpants that weekend.
2. The goody bags had water bottles in them so we didn't require medical rehydration for the participants.
3. The goody bags. These were filled with the awesomeness - cool postcard, loads of fabric, amazing Aurifil thread, one of those ace mini-sewing kits you keep saying you don't need but trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-90150147375189476372014-07-27T13:44:00.005+01:002014-07-27T13:49:20.639+01:00Fat Quarterly 2014So, it has been ten days since Fat Quarterly and I have just about processed the 2014 retreat. Just about.
It was a whirlwind three days of happy faces, fabric fondling and skill learning. I met new friends, old friends and invisible, made-up, online friends.
During formal registration and check-in I was sent over to man the goody bags desk; this meant everyone was pleased to see me b/c trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-8176616264868580032014-05-06T06:30:00.000+01:002014-05-08T15:37:52.721+01:002024 - I'll be an old dinosaur by then.
10 years. That's a long time ahead isn't it? But then this is my eighth year of blogging and I would have sworn I had been doing it for longer so what do I know about the relativity of time??
Anyway 2024 is 10 years away, 3653 days, 87658 hours and far too many minutes and seconds to be arsed figuring out but it will be a lot. A really big lot. I will be older and probably grey-haired trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-41674068068798733012014-05-05T06:00:00.000+01:002014-05-05T23:26:59.098+01:00This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.Yes, yes, I am one of the hippiest of hippy groupings. I am a 'head in the clouds/feet on the ground' kind of chick, I love company but am a loner. I am a forward thinker without a care for what other people think. I go my own way and where I lead people will follow. Also according to the pictures I am pretty ace at tipping water out of a jar.
Hello my name is trash and I am an Aquarius. trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-75132047432329174592014-05-04T06:30:00.000+01:002014-05-04T06:30:00.467+01:00Early memoriesMy girl, my Princess CurlyWurly as was, is doing her first year of GCSEs this year. That means that she is half way through her teenagerdom and only has four term of formal schooling left. I know. Let's all just take a minute.
One of her electives is Psychology and they have been discussing memory. Apparently she is able to pinpoint her earliest memory to an exact date and time. She remembers trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-28747291065841689802014-05-03T06:30:00.000+01:002014-05-03T20:40:36.224+01:00Changing tracks - a song that reminds you of a time in your life
I am a singer. Not in a choir. Never going to see me on 'The Voice' or 'Briatin's Got Talent' but often and without even realising it I sing. Out loud. Frequently in public. Like walking around the supermarket picking groceries off the shelves. Or just because it is a beautiful day. I like the sounds of songs, the rise and fall notes make when they are pushed forward into the world, the comforttrashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-21990481330588083782014-05-02T06:30:00.000+01:002014-05-02T08:37:16.186+01:00A favourite movie. Just one?Not sure it is possible to pick one favourite movie because I spent my teenage years in a darkened living room along with a half a dozen of my siblings or closest friends-I haven't-spoken-with-since-school-finished watching all the latest releases on video. Video! Latest releases that were only 12 months+ out from their cinema release.
We sat through hours of 1980s dross to catch the occasional trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-35191969295512264792014-05-01T12:17:00.002+01:002014-05-01T14:42:10.825+01:00One day. 100 words.Inspired by Clare over in her craftroom I am attempting Clairey Hewitt's challenge for May. Blogging for a whole month? We'll see.
Plague recovery pushed too far yesterday so am snuggled on the sofa with a hot water puppy under blankets for today.
Writing guest blogposts, press releases and PR strategies while listening to BBC Radio Four. Might even do some sewing later when the painkillers&trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-35450752747759363492014-04-29T00:18:00.000+01:002014-04-29T00:18:54.064+01:00A project of great excitement.I am involved in a really ace project and, inspired by Kirtsy at Kootooyoo I want get a community art quilt happening to be displayed next February.
There will be muslin squares, a theme and colour scheme.
Dates still to be finalised but I am really very excited about this project and would love you to take part.trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-8287968683889176562014-03-16T18:48:00.000+00:002014-03-16T19:27:57.220+00:00So... we went to London yesterday.
A couple of months ago the lovely Miss Curly Pops mentioned how fabulous this exhibition would be and I agreed that it would be nice to go visit it. Then I realised it would be 'just on my doorstep'. And my daughter is doing Fashion Textile Design GCSE (Yrs 10 & 11 for you non -Brits) so it was too magical a combination to ignore.
We got the 0812 train up on Saturday along with trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-49694494866507236342014-03-11T09:27:00.002+00:002014-03-11T09:27:50.083+00:00While she drives me bananas I reckon I am winning in the "Teenage Daughter" Stakes.About 20 minutes after she left for school this morning I got a text from my teenager.
"Maman, what is that word that began with 'P' that was about languages and slang from the West Indies or something?"
"Patois."
"Thankoo muvver."
"Pronounced pa twa."
"Thank you lovely dictionary mummy :-P"
"It is a noun. Pl is patois, pronounced pa twaz."
"*facepalm* Now I know where I get it from!trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-757651254723626392014-02-06T17:49:00.003+00:002014-02-06T17:49:55.253+00:00Things my children probably should know. Part One
Every woman has a different idea of handsome.
How you say something is as important as your actual words.
Never put yourself down, there are enough people in the world waiting to do that.
Humorous self-deprecation has its place.
Be self-ish. If you can't look after yourself, you can't look after others.
It is not your job to fix things for everybody.
Try it. Except drugs and orgies. Those trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-73652958862862337022014-01-15T13:29:00.000+00:002014-01-15T13:56:50.170+00:00Sometimes it really is that simple (21 years in and the romance remains).
Are you gifted with a partner who is good with words? Does your man or woman always manage to say just the right thing at the right time to soothe your soul, to calm your nerves or to make you laugh so much your anger drains away? It is likely you are one of a very select group and you should try and take a minute to appreciate how special your beloved is.
CK and I have been together for 21 trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-56407396511572822212013-11-18T00:05:00.000+00:002013-11-18T00:05:02.869+00:00Mega- Hedgesnogs of the Internet OR How i love a challenge...
So the other week the everso talented and clever Julie over at Little Cotton Rabbits wrote a post all about her knitted hedgesnogs. How different yarn thickness and needle sizes change the size of the finished hedgesnog. She mentioned how it would be rather fabulous to make one big enough to be a footstool or pouffe. I happen to have 25mm needles. The game was on.
I trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-60813107393159805282013-10-29T21:22:00.004+00:002013-10-29T21:25:48.552+00:00Thank you all.
Thank you all for your kind words.
Thinking about it over the weekend I came to the conclusion that while it was a hard thing to do it was actually not a hard decision to make. He was ready to go and it was beholden on me to see that he could with as much grace and ease as possible.
This morning my lovely friend Missus Moog and the Mooglings came up onto my Hilltoptrashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-92117817717948779022013-10-24T09:18:00.004+01:002013-10-24T09:20:14.186+01:00Vale Big Black Dog, Vale
If you get a minute today spare a thought for my lovely old man black dog, Reg. In about an hour I am taking him on his last trip to the dammit, blasted stinking horrible bastard bloody vet (obviously I paraphrase his immediate and blatant reactions everytime we go there).
Yesterday morning he went to stand up and couldn't, his lefttrashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-18014242017000201382013-10-01T22:40:00.004+01:002013-10-01T22:40:43.350+01:00So anyway...
... thought I had tomorrow off work. Checked my phone an hour ago and there was a plea from my boss asking me to cover one of the members of staff off sick. By the time I had read it and decided to accept her request it seems she had moved on to another willing victim staff member on the bank list.
I shall console myself with images of knights and churls fighting on Abbey Ruins.
trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-52689660197976023622013-09-22T20:49:00.000+01:002013-09-22T20:49:03.940+01:00My new favourite word.Un Sacapuntas.
OK so it is two words but "Un" is an indefinite article so I am disregarding it and anyway the words have to be said as one to get the full effect.
Un sacapuntas.
Spanish for pencil sharpener.
Love it.trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-72138750124741728912013-09-09T22:42:00.002+01:002013-09-09T22:42:11.131+01:00Beachy Birthday Goodness
I know that I have already put these up on other social media and you are probably all sick of them but man alive! My boy rocked that whole learning to surf thing.
His special birthday event was to have a surfing lesson with a couple of mates followed by a sleepover. He picked the perfect dynamic, both competitive but not in an aggressive way so all three fired off each other trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-6850836255260953262013-09-03T22:09:00.001+01:002013-09-03T22:09:16.797+01:00A "fun" day out??
Just before school broke up for the Summer holidays the LoveliestTeachingAssistantEver (LTAE) arranged for the cricket club members to go watch a County level 20/20 cricket match. This was back when the weather was stupidly hot. As in 30+ degrees hot. And humid. And as it is the UKwhich meant, as it always does, that it felt five degrees even hotter than the thermometer; except in trashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8074590606650722321.post-61256813310032503762013-09-03T00:41:00.003+01:002013-09-03T00:41:57.209+01:00A Brave New World.
In approximately eight hours my baby boy starts secondary school. He is entering the world of different classrooms for different lessons, science with fire and chemicals, breaking voices, breaking hearts and a really fired up P.E. Department.
Not every child in the world gets this opportunity and this got me thinking.
Education = Knowledge = Power = Freedom.
I salute alltrashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13623440501234583451noreply@blogger.com4