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Louisa Parry Hi, I'm Louisa and this is my personal blog. I blog about recycling things at How Can I Recycle This?, about simple/DIY living at The Really Good Life and silly drama games at We Heart Drama. Consequently, having used up all my good ideas elsewhere, this blog is just fluff and nonsense about my cats/dog and whatnot.

12 September 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – to a tee/rings, good eating day, laugh/demolition site

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1. I’ve been having some spot-on cups of tea recently – including two stonkers today.

1b. Two perfect tannin rings around the tea cup.

2. Leftover curry for lunch and a veg-tastic dinner.

3. I make John bellow with laughter as we walk down the road.

3b. The old Stylo site looks like a level in a BMX stunt riding video game: piles of different sorts of rubble that seem too clean, too well defined, too neat to be real. The canal looks different, wider somehow, without the buildings overshadowing it.

11 September 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – lunch, heh-heh, appear/stroking

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1. A very simple lunch showcase the bread, which is so much better than it should be (than it usually is): the crust is rich and nutty, the crumb perfectly chewy.

2. F giggles when Lily sniffs his face then we giggle when F does his impression of a panting dog.

3. After being catless all day, Kaufman and Strange both turn up at the same time, meowing and dancing for attention. (And a food refill.)

3b. The animals enjoy a fair amount of stroking while we chat. I particularly enjoy the silkiness of Lily’s belly fur.

10 September 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – finished (kinda), sheets, back then

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3-litre-pots

1. The pots I threw the other day just need a little wipe around the bottom and they look finished. (Well, unfired and unglazed, but you know, sort of finished.)

2. I crawl into the eaves and dig through a bag of old bedding (from our double bed days). I find the sheets my mum gave me from her stash when I first left for uni – still bright orange and bright turquoise (respectively) even though they’re older than me.

3. John finds an old home video from 2001 – when we were just becoming good friends. It’s from a birthday party held at my (later our) old house: it’s lovely to see it again in its happy heyday, with our beloved late cats running around too. We look frightening young.

09 September 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – potted on/prune, allotment/weeding/yes, tuna bagel melts/is he?

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A day in the garden and at the allotment.

1. Potted-on plants always look so neat in their new homes, especially when I find matching pots.

1b. Amongst other things, I prune back the blackcurrants, the sage, and some lavender, then I take some cuttings from the rosemary. By the time I go inside, my hands and arms are scratched up but smell lovely.

2. My allotment will never be a great producer – not like the one next door with its established raised beds full of crops – but it’s a nice, quiet space.

2b. The grass lifts much easier than the couch grass in the other beds and its fun banging the soil loose from the roots.

2c. After a bit of puppyish playing, Lily’s mouth hangs open and her eyes sparkle: “yes, we’re going to the park now,” I tell her.

3. While the cat’s out with his old bandmates, the mouse spoils herself with tuna bagel melts for dinner.

3b. Lily waking up and sniffing John to check he’s real.

08 September 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – echo, a-sleep, shades of blue

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1. I stand at the top of the very top stairs and call Lily. She can’t hear me but I enjoy the wobbly echo that surrounds me.

2. Kaufman is a-sleeping, he really is, he’s got his paw over his face and everything.

3. A pile of towels in different shades of duck egg blue.

07 September 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – fresh, big bowl/good reminder, sauce

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1. The sun is bright but the air is a touch chilly. John finds it a little uncomfortable (because he is a wuss), but I like it a lot.

2. I’m surprised when a larger than normal bowl rises from the mound.

2b. My hands are always dry after working with clay and they make my hair feel rough in the shower. It’s not a directly beautiful thing – it feels horrible (though not quite as horrible as clay dry hands + microfibre cloth, bleugh!) – but it reminds me that there are few absolutes in the world that aren’t affected by our observation of them, and our observation can be broken.

3. John makes a batch of his slow-cooked pasta sauce. The house smells fantastic all afternoon: I almost want to chew the air.