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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.

21 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – conversation, waiting for him, contented


1. Our conversation is, as usual, at 90mph and all over the place. Walking down Eleanor, we talk about drawing techniques; along Thornhill, we cover telekinesis and Yorkshire impressions of people from Star Wars; as we duck back along the top of the quarry, we talk about religion; and through (what we call) the old wood and the oak wood, we talk about our place in space.

2. I know John will be home imminently so after I empty the bin, I wait for him in the porch. I soon see him walking down the road but Lily, stood on the step and leaning against the cupboard (like this), is looking the wrong way. When she finally sees him, she has to drop back to all four paws to adequately show her excitement. John laughs at her little head bobbing up and down as she jumps around.

3. I notice that enchiladas give me the same contented warm glow instead as a hearty stew.

20 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – winter chores, taut, more than we think/found, I heart our long sofa


Our friend R’s lovely dog M died quite suddenly yesterday. Everyone loved M: he was a gentle giant, with just the softest ears (I regularly enjoyed stroking them). He was one of Lily’s canine BFFs because he didn’t get in her face but they would happily explore together (as happened last Sunday). She might not understand the concept of missing him but I suspect much of the neighbourhood will.

1. I clean out the chicken’s coop and chop kindling in the short window between rain showers. It feels like winter.

2. Yarn pulled taut on the niddy noddy. I count the strands.

3. Our friend D is in the area for work and pops by afterwards. Even though we think our fridge looks pretty bare for us, he laughs at the size and extravagance of the cheese & meat platter we offer him, and later, the variety of biscuits available for dunking in tea.

3b. To hear how happy he is. He doesn’t have to go to great lengths explaining to us what it is like to miraculously find someone who you want to be with.

4. Bedtime finds us at opposite ends of the sofa but stretched out, facing in, with our legs entwined in the middle.

19 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – (progress), pub/flavours/rarely, lolloping Lil/shiny white, learn, ply


0. I have a … not terribly nice dream but it’s not a full-on nightmare like I’ve had for the last two nights so yay, progress!

1. Reading the newspaper in the pub in the sunshine while waiting for our burgers to be brought to us.

1b. Fennel seeds in the salad and a smokey-sweet tomato chutney on the side makes up for the fact that there is only a delicious field mushroom on the burger (as opposed to the blend of mushrooms that we usually get).

1c. The big dog’s tail rarely stops wagging.

2. We both smile as Lily lollops around the lawn. Later she finds a mud puddle and makes herself very comfortable in it – which answers the question about whether she should have a dunk in the stream.

2b. Her white shiny fur after a shower. Her paws, which quickly turn grey, are a particular treat.

3. I ruin three pots (by pushing then too far) but I learn lots.

4. The stands ply together beautifully, evening each other out in terms of weight, twist and colour. When the bobbin is full, it looks soft and warm.

18 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – good to be gone, drying, a common gaze


1. Boxes and bags go to the charity shop. I’m both glad to have the clear out and a little embarrassed about accumulating and hoarding bits and pieces for so long.

2. On the mezzanine, a regal English Springer Spaniel (not our lump) sits watching out while its fur is blown dry.

3. The collective silent look skyward as we all search around for the next pun.

17 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – my mouse, reminder, standing up, effortlessly


1. We get a new toy for the cats – a giant mouse for scatching and wrestling – but Lily decides it’s for her instead. She picks it up and carries it around by the ear.

2. Smoked ham always reminds me of holidays in Eastern Europe. (Ditto caraway seeds and dill.)

3. As part of her investigations, Strange stands up on her back legs, leaning against the coffee table. She looks just like a kitten on a postcard I found tidying the day before – a postcard someone sent me from France two decades previously.

4. It took a bit of bedding in – with frequent oiling and adjustments – but now my spinning wheel treadles effortlessly.

16 October 2014 ~ 1 Comment

3BT – sock, clatter/sorting, salad/coincidence


1. As I’m waking up, a sock repeatedly lands on my head followed by an excited dog.

2. The clatter of Lego is somewhere between jarring and warmly nostalgic.

2b. I purify our Lego collection by picking out all the fake Lego pieces and other random toys & whatnot that have accumulated. It’s surprising how easy it is to spot the fake pieces – the plastic is a touch too shiny, the edges not so sharp and the weight is just not right. The sorting is almost as much fun as building things.

3. It is years since I’ve had a Caesar salad but at that moment, it is exactly what I want.

3b. As always when we leave Lily home alone, we worry that she’s bothering our neighbours with her barking – but we needn’t worry today: our neighbours spot us as they’re leaving the restaurant and come over to our table to say hello.