scribbles tagged ‘being wendy’

sockets and plugs are made for each other. literally

Friday, November 6th, 2015 | tags: , ,  |

floor socketI walked into a crowded room, at my USA workplace. People milling around and chatting. A attractive colleague I hadn’t seen for a few months strode up to me and gave me a big hug. I’m not used to being hugged in American workplaces, it’s unusual, people tend to be cautious about potential harassment. A most pleasant experience. I was a little flabbergasted by this very public display of affection, and quite flattered. Ego inflation.

15 minutes later I was sat on the floor discussing floor plug design, as an aside to work, with a British colleague. For me, a fascinating discussion. We described our home fixtures and how they worked. His are brass, and cost a fortune to install. Mine are plastic, were there when I moved in.

As I described how to open mine “I have to take the top right off”
The attractive colleague was walking behind and exclaimed loudly  “Oh! Should we leave?”
The Brit I was talking to started giggling uncontrollably.

Double entendre? From an attractive American? In the work place!

Later at lunch, during a group conversation the attractive American used touching my arm as a way of indicating that he had something to say to me. I’d forgotten about this type of way of being.

Feels like flirting. I like it. I suspect I have a crush on this boy.
Flirting is fun, I need to brush up on my very rusty skills.

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Ready to go home

Saturday, October 24th, 2015 | tags: ,  |

ThreeSisters B&BIn the darker hours of the night I remembered knowing that in the morning I needed to be ready to be taken home. Someone would call and take me home, no need to pack anything

I knew that I was currently sleeping in my bed, in the Wendy house.  Happy that I was going to be taken, no public transport involved, no pain,  relieved that I didn’t need to pack anything or prepare the Wendy House to be left. No fuss.

Unbothered by not knowing where this next home is, or who else is there

In the morning light, no one came for me.  I would have been ready, if my time had come…

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Time to stop

Friday, October 2nd, 2015 | tags: , , ,  |

Tissot watchDad’s watch stopped again.

It was a bit flaky during Dad’s life. I invested in an overhaul, with a 20year guarantee, from a UK watch specialist. It went back a couple of times while I was in the UK. The watch specialist definitely worked for their guarantee.

Now I’m in the USA and the watch has shifted from ‘flaky’ to dead. It’s stopped. It stopped last night. I was annoyed. It’s Dad’s watch. I love the look and feel of it, I love what it represents. But a watch that doesn’t work is too sad to wear. I wrote mum a short email and sadly said that I was giving up on the watch and that my previous watch hung limply around my wrist, I’ve lost weight since arriving in the USA.

A few hours later my brother contacted me to let me know that Mum’s favourite brother had died that night.

When it’s time to stop. Time stops.



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Musical diagnosis

Thursday, September 10th, 2015 | tags: ,  |

Friend from the 1990’s that I haven’t seen since then: “what sort of music do you listen to?”

Wendy: “All sorts, mainly 80’s

Friend: “You’re romantic!”

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Windows 10 on one surface, not the other

Sunday, September 6th, 2015 | tags: , , , ,  |

I wont be downloading windows 10 on my 2nd surface. I want to savour the excellent tablet oriented design  of Windows 8. Design that didn’t assume that a physical keyboard was attached. That’s how I use my surfaces. I’ll miss Windows 8. It looks like Microsoft has focussed the design of Windows 10 on the assumption of a keyboard attached as the primary use context. Not designed for me, or people that enjoy the tablet form factor (without they keyboard). Ho hum

Here are a few moments I went through with the windows 10 upgrade process, rated on a scale of 0 thru 5 where 0 s atrocious and 5 is excellent, followed by a description of what I’ve rated

5* It downloaded in the background

2* It has completed downloading – now install – message  not displayed on tablet UI, I missed it for a couple of weeks

5* I liked be able to set when to install. I choose midnight, when I’d be asleep

0* It actually start installing until when I wanted to use my computer in the morning, not at midnight. A significant, unexpected, disruption to my planned use time

0* I had to reset my preferred colour scheme and desktop background after installing. Come on! These are personal settings that should be migrated!

2* After install was set-up. Just when you think you’ve finished, you have to do something else

2* Set-up encouraged accepting default options that included sharing information with advertisers to tailor advertising to me. I used the option to review and set all the options rather than accepting defaults to remove this default, and the automated sharing of location information. I was unsure what some of the options really meant, for example the automated connect to networks. It offered to automatically connect to my contacts networks. Interesting, but I opted out of this, I want to know what networks I’m connecting to and approve that connection

2* Very new UI that gives prominence  to the “Desktop” interface, is not immediately intuitive, takes time to learn. M experience of everyday use MAY  be better once I’ve learned it. But the first experience of the new UI is not inspiring or encouraging

1* The “start menu” is back. Undoubtedly a crowd pleaser, but the way they’ve constructed it is to move (downgrade) the tablet selection UI and ‘squeeze’ live-tiles into a space within the start menu space, effectively making what was once  “All programs” into a group, scrollable, tile selection.  Leaving the left hand side of the stat menu a a traditional work list.  it’s a strikingly conservative design.  They’ve got lots of old crowd pleasers in the start menu like “file explorer” the power menu, and settings. And they’ve ‘forced’ a grouping on the live tiles rather than re-using my groupings. They’ve added things tracking the stock market! What does that say about the product development team! Hah.  I’ve been ‘un-pinning’ these personally irrelevant things from the menu and trying to regroup everything and rename it back to my original arrangement. The live tiles have lost a lot of functionality, e.g. for showing summaries of their contents

0* Had to trawl through virtually all the PC settings to find out how to ‘get back’ some of my windows 8 positive experiences. Glad to be able to set the menu as full screen tiles. Disappointed windows didn’t detect my lack of keyboard and set this as default that could be offered for adjustment when a keyboard is first attached

0* Keyboard auto-arrival is SO MUCH WORSE. I have to manually open and close the virtual keyboard

0* inconsistent and rare screen reformatting when virtual keyboard is opened, much worse than windows 8. I’m often unable to see key instructions or entry fields on my screen because they are obscured by the keyboard, previously this was not a problem

3* It hook quite a lot pf use o work out how to move between my Apps an desktops. The new multitasking navigation model. This could be god for on going use. I’m still not confident I fully understand it

3* Resetting passwords for things that Windows didn’t already know my passwords for – it’s gathering knowledge of all my passwords. I’m not overly happy with the forced linking of all that knowledge about me. I can see this is a step towards being able to upgrade without having to reset all the passwords, but its a standard pain in the upgrade process and I wasn’t expecting it this time round

*1 Skype asking me to install an update again, feels like about 4 in the last month, but I may not of completed them to the software’s expectations because the process was so convoluted and unintuitive. Maybe I’ve only done this 2 times. I hope this second time has re-instated the effective use lf my tablet camera. I doubt it given all the other enhancements have been a step backward for tablet users

0* I got so frustrated on the first hour after installing that I rebooted the surface – just out of learning from past experience, mot any help or advice from windows or it’s apps. It installed updates! I guess the settings changes I made required rebooting. They should have advised me. But maybe it was something else… the update was from Microsoft, within an hour of a Microsoft update, so I feel justified in directing my anger and frustration towards them

5* The ability to roll back to windows 8 within 4 weeks. But the fear of facing equal resetting pain after the roll back is a blocker…  not yet sure whether to roll back..

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The tall pasty one

Tuesday, August 18th, 2015 | tags: , ,  |

Boarding the plane from Mumbai to Bangalore involved riding a bus from the terminal to the plane. A crowded bus of about 60 passengers. I was the only Caucasian person on the bus. Possibly the only person who’s family hadn’t hailed from India within the last century. A sprinkling of clearly American, and English, accents suggest that there are other people raised, or mainly living, outside India on the bus.

I’m tall!


Oh my! There are only about 10 people on this bus who are taller than me (5″6′). Goodness, I had no preconception, prejudice, that put people from India in a ‘short’ category (I do now). I think I need to wear dark sunglasses so that I look like someone famous trying to travel incognito…

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Unubiquitous computing

Saturday, August 15th, 2015 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Very excited about my first trip to India (Bangalore).  I’ve got a ‘Tripit’ account because it leverages other corporate software systems for travel. Tripit’s got an App on my iPhone (work supplied, OBVIOUSLY!) and my personal windows phone and…..

I made the technology-ignorant assumption that if I could use an App on my Windows phone, there would be an equivalent for my windows surface…. they’re both windows mobile devices….

Silly me

Must remember that technology rarely meets use expectations of the technically naïve

So I’ll be sat at the airport during icky layovers (New Jersey on the way out, Mumbai on the way back) using my surface to read and surf the nets for pleasure but my tripit notifications will be coming through whichever phone I’ve decided to turn on

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Friendly distribution

Wednesday, August 5th, 2015 | tags: , , ,  |


frequency distribution graphWarnings:

  • All charts are fictional,  not based on any real data
  • All axis show interval data on proportionate scales, even if they don’t look it
  • All typing, grammar and spelling mistakes are  gratuitous
  • All titles and labels are slap-dash
  • Any resemblance of anything or anyone is purely coincidental

Not all of my Facebook friends are alive. I watch my fathers 2 accounts wondering whether Facebook will proactively do anything to remove them through sign-in inactivity. They were a source of comfort soon after he died. Family and friends posted photographs, stories, goodbyes on his timeline and the experience was shared. Because of this we decided not to proactively try and close the account.

Meanwhile several friends have closed their Facebook accounts as a protest against the way the data is used. I miss their presence, can empathise with the reasons for their choice.

The people with over 700 friends intrigue me. They appear to be using Facebook in a qualitatively different way to myself and most of my friends. I suspect these are extreme extroverts and their friends distribution graph will have a centre with people having 500 friends on average…


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Saturday, July 25th, 2015 | tags:  |

I’m pretty sure I’m not cheating on anyone, but there’s always room for doubt, so I used an online service to check

My spam quotient has quadrupled since I checked up on myself

Being paranoid is a vicious cycle

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Grown up

Thursday, July 16th, 2015 | tags: , ,  |

IroningNow that I’m a real grown up I have to look like I know what I’m doing, look like I’m capable, at work. Theoretically I could pay someone to take my nice shirts away and iron them into fancy-flatness for me. But, um, I’d feel guilty doing that and it would take time to arrange.

There’s something very sobering about cleaning my own apartment and ironing my own shirts. It feels like I should do it, to keep my feet on the ground and all things ‘looking after yourself’ in ‘perspective. The only thing I don’t understand is why I have to iron 10 shirts every 7 days. Something is clearly going wrong here. My socks are not vanishing, I don’t wear 2 outfits a day, how come my pile of ironing breeds…..

Nice shirts Wendy? Hell yeah!

I love a good crisp shirt with cufflinks in the morning!

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Auto correct

Thursday, January 29th, 2015 | tags: , ,  |

To hotel guest: “Nice jumper, urrrr, sweater

To colleague with lots of equipment  “let’s use the lift, um, elevator

To person looking desolate within a crowd in the Comcast service centre “is this a queue, uh, line

here in the US the colour of the pumps for petrol and diesel are reversed, in the UK black is diesel and green is Petrol. I nearly made a nasty mistake because of that” (autocorrect complete fail) “you mean gas and diesel, right. Brits call gas petrol?

I’ve got a British ice-scraper for my windscreen, a short handle, not with the sensible long handle that the local scrapers have” (autocorrect didn’t even know there was a potential problem here but my translation package was soon updated) “windscreen? Windshield

I’m trying my darnedest not to be too cute in my regional language. Mostly, I know the USA word. I know the UK word will be understood after the listener has worked out my accent and often they quickly correct me. If they don’t correct me, or smirk, I don’t even know that I’ve used a quaint word.

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Sunday, January 11th, 2015 | tags: , , , ,  |

homeSince November my key fob has been a little empty. I returned neighbours keys. Instead of a house key I’ve been using a hotel swipe card.

Now my key ring has returned to full jingle-too-big-for-pocketness. It holds

  • Apartment mailbox key
  • Car key (fob)
  • Garage,  apartment building key (fob)
  • Apartment door key
  • Security storage locker room key

My apartment is empty because my belongings are in a shipping container that’s been caught in a container jam in Norfolk VA since 23rd December. Meanwhile I can start visiting my empty apartment to fill it with new electrical goods and work out how to get the internet working before moving in.

This may be the last time I see the polished concrete floors before they’re covered with cosy Persian rugs…

The keys tie me to a cosy life with a home even if the building is still bare.

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There’s a brake pedal here somewhere

Saturday, January 3rd, 2015 | tags: , , , ,  |

Lexus“I only just bought this car today. I know there’s a brake here somewhere because I set it when I parked the car”

“I can’t believe that you just got here, and bought a Lexus”

“but I can’t find the brake pedal (waves foot around in footwell) that’s not good for your confidence in my driving”

“We’re not driving yet”

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weight loss not dietry driven

Sunday, October 26th, 2014 | tags:  |

Dad’s death, a friend’s psychosis,  a new job, and an international relocation all add up to a ‘diet’ and I can tell without reference to bathroom scales

Trousers bought to fit in March 2012 now slide down over my waist and hips. Without a belt they head for the ground with predictable, slow, determination. Rings that once fit on my 3rd finger now sit comfortable on my middle and first fingers. My watch which once pinched the flesh on my wrist now slides over my Ulna base and rides around like a carousel. It no longer steadily sits facing outward. It rides up and down and round and round. My cheek bones are once more visible in a manner that looks, to me, slightly unhealthily as-if I’ve had plastic surgery to enhance them.

It seems I’m loosing weight

My eating habits haven’t changed

Who knows what will happen once I’ve ‘settled’ in Minneapolis….

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peaceful resistance

Saturday, October 25th, 2014 | tags:  |

Having a tantrum, because not everyone is a pacifist. Nothing broken. It makes me feel so middle class.

While humans feel strong emotions that are aggressive, we can learn to manage and express them in ways that don’t involve inflicting physical and emotional pain on others. Democracy facilitates the existent of alternative view points which include the use of violence, frequently institutionalised (Capital punishment, Weaponised military). I’m just not convinced that enough people in power have actually committed to using alternative approaches.

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calm in a storm

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2014 | tags: , , ,  |

My bed is a wreck.

2 days of lemsip enabled battling with my bed sheets before I regained post-flu levels of physical and mental calm.  Without Sampo’s sturdy and steadfast body to weigh down the bedding it’s much more likely to find the floor, the walls, the ceiling, the staircase…..

The 6 earrings that I never remove were neatly paired and placed on my bedside table. Apparently, in the middle of the storm I decided to remove and place them in an ordered sensible fashion. I don’t recall doing this, or have insight into why I would do this.  Were the studs weighing me down during some essential battle with some imagined foe of my fever? They’re back in place now.

Full steam ahead…




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Saturday, August 23rd, 2014 | tags: , ,  |

The muffled loud sounds of the Reading festival fill the chill, damp, garden air. My stomach cramps, cramps, and cramps. I think I’m hungry but the slight nausea makes the thought of eating unappealing. The house devoid of cat fluff, balls, toy mice, freshly soiled cat litter, footsteps. It’s too near clinical. I’ll stop sulking when I’ve stopped bleeding.

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crackling on the phone

Saturday, July 19th, 2014 | tags: , , ,  |

I love my mum

She’s 78. I’m banned from mentioning aging. She moans about her 93 year old sister being ‘needy’ wanting mum to come with her on weekend coach tour breaks. Apparently, even if they have separate rooms her elder sister is an insufferable talker who’s deaf. Hmmmmm…..   it’s been remarked that I take after this maternal aunt. Must remember to listen, even when I’m deaf.

Mum and I chat a couple of times a week. This is a new thing. It started when I was made redundant in 2009 and I nominated mum as responsible for knowing that I was ok on a day to day basis. Having no regular schedule, there was no one to ‘miss’ me. I called mum at 7pm each day and she had instructions and neighbours numbers to follow up with if I didn’t call and didn’t return her ‘why haven’t you called’ calls.  Obviously all this safety infrastructure was not put into emergency action. What it did do was it gave me an excuse to call mum every day, for no real reason. We’d chat if something occurred to us, or just share hello’s if not. A nice habit. One I’ve kept up on a weekly basis since then. A habit that’s been easy to increase since dad died.

Since dad died our calls have been more light hearted and chatty. I’ve enjoyed them much more.  They make me love mum even more.

Over the last year the quality of her voice over the phone has changed. I can’t tell if this is my expectations and fears or an actual change. She is still a quick thinker but the ‘crackle’ that I associated with old people dominates what I hear. I hear what she says, but the voice is not the her voice of my youth, and later adulthood. It’s the voice of a delicate old lady.

I love my mum


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estimating the odds

Monday, June 30th, 2014 | tags: , , , , ,  |

Seattle, 2006, I’m 43. A weekend phone call home. Dad always triages the phone calls. One phone is next to his computer. He doesn’t chat, but I’m prepared with a question primed by my annual medical check-up

“Dad, how old was mum when she started the menopause?”

“56 and we’re still suffering!” She was 66 at the time

I was still giggling when mum picked up the extension line…

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door stop

Saturday, June 28th, 2014 | tags:  |

Door to mazeA crowd of people are about to leave the canteen as I approach for my late lunch.

I heave the heavy fire door open and hold it for the escaping lunchtime throng. Many pass without eye contact, talking chirpily to each other or striding into the heart of the building. A few catch my eye, silently nodding their head or muttering a thank you. Toward the end of the crowd a fellow offers to take the door holding role. I accept.

People not acknowledging my small gesture had enhanced the power of my invisibility cloak and my urge to drop the door and walk into the canteen leaving them to battle the door one by one. This fellow’s xray vision confirmed he too was a superhero.

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out of synch

Wednesday, June 18th, 2014 | tags: , ,  |

Tonight is my first wide awake night since the 1980’s

I don’t know why, though going to bed, sleep, at 9pm last night probably led to waking at 3am, feeling bouncy and full of energy. 6 hours continuous deep sleep seems like a good dose. I’m not bemoaning my current wakefulness. It seems I’m just slightly out of synch with the majority of people living in this time zone. In the 1980s I used my wakefulness to go clubbing, read prolifically, socialise with local nocturnal misfits and drink copious amounts of tea. Good times brought to an end by my first serious romance. A healthy sex life definitely aides deep and long sleeps.

Today, a gentle pre-sunrise has seen me sort a pile of paper mail into 4 neat piles including a huge one that’s gone straight into the recycling bin. Gosh, I’m way too organised this morning! Freshly laundered sheets don the bed, waiting for my tomorrow night’s flop into the world of sleep.  Sampo doesn’t seem the slightest bit disturbed by my pottering around the house. I love how she adapts easily to my changing ways.

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Monday, June 16th, 2014 | tags: , ,  |

I don’t spend much tome looking at myself in the mirror. I catch a glimpse when brushing my teeth, or a fuzzy glimpse after I bathe as I throw my towel around trying to wrap myself in dryness.

Zultanite ringBut my hands are almost always there, tapping on the keyboard, gathering food, lifting a glass. I see my hands many times a day. They show my age. I still remember the smooth skin of their youth and notice the miniscule mosaic shapes of age emerging. They get enough attention, I don’t care to draw the attention of others to my hands. Until I saw a little light magic in a Turkish gemstone. Zultanite.

Zultanite ringThe stone changes colour depending on the light source. Captivated by the magic of perception reflected in this gem, on my Turkish holiday I purchased a ring. Green in fluorescent light, strawberry pink in sunlight and Topaz coloured in another light who’s source I’ve yet to identify. Mixed reflection when mixed light sources are nearby. It makes catching a glimpse of my hands more joyous.

I fancy there is a genie of the ring and maybe there’s more magic that will change the colours in my life. I’ll rub it and see…

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Out of State

Monday, May 19th, 2014 | tags: ,  |

Surface power adapter exploded – sparks everywhere.  Just before I went to the airport for a long, long trip. A quick l;ook online shows that these power adapters are getting poor customer reviews for lasting, like mine, under 1 year. Tush and Pah!

Dixons at LHR doesn’t sell Surface power adapters. At Atlanta airport, none of the 4 technology outlets sold surface power adapters. It’s still covered by a warrantly but all my documentation is at home so that’s no use to me. I’ve ordered one online for delivery to the hotel. 1-3 days. I hope it arrives before I leave for my next destination. Amazon’s tracking service makes it look likely :-)

TrackingI suspect a dearth of posts for about 3 weeks, but dont worry, my camera is working overtime and the stories are flooding in …

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Monday, May 12th, 2014 | tags: , ,  |

I’m scared that my life is on a road that will make it stylishly bleak, like a rest break in Guggenheim museum


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remembering to remember

Thursday, May 8th, 2014 | tags: ,  |

Watching a mellow, slim, attractive man saunter along the sidewalk.

Briefly glimpsing a reminder of those intense, happy feelings that accompany falling in love.

I’d forgotten that I’d forgotten that unique, addictive high.

A fleeting insight too quickly lost.


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seasonal crop

Sunday, May 4th, 2014 | tags:  |

Summer CropSummer is coming. It might be unseasonably hot (for the UK). Climate change. Meanwhile, Minneapolis has hair-static overload. Together these natural forces make shorter hair an attractive option. Like well sown fields, I’ve got a fresh crop.  It’s got a swirly bit at my crown. Crown, how very British.

No hair dye. At 50yrs those are my natural silver streaks. Looks like I’ll have to wait at least another decade for the ‘arctic blonde’ look.

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Need to know gender for buying a house energy certificate?

Friday, May 2nd, 2014 | tags: , ,  |

No-one should need to classify my gender in the process lf my purchasing an energy certificate for my home. How annoying. I won’t be using this service

gender options for home emergy certificate

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Sated sofa search

Saturday, April 26th, 2014 | tags: , ,  |

sofaI bought my first sofa aged 31 in 1994. At £899.00 it was a BIG purchase. Only the house and car cost more. We visited many sofa shops, we asked friends, we searched online. I saved up for a year and we used interest free credit for 3 years. It was a cast iron frame, hand made, sofa bed. I loved that sofa, it was so comfortable, in forest green, mustard and rust colours. The sofa moved several houses with me and eventually went to Seattle.

After 10 years of intensive use, in 2004, it looked its age. The arms had faded, the pattern was dated. It was still awesome to sit and sleep on, but I’d tired of it. I tried selling it on Craigslist as an imported, handmade classic British sofa. But even for $50.00, there were no takers. Eventually I got to a point where I was grateful that someone just took it away. It left to adorn a nice fellow’s mountain cabin porch where his Great Dane would enjoy lounging on it.

I’ve procrastinated on buying another sofa since then. 10 years of procrastinating, that deserves some kind of award. Close friends have pointed out that a front room without a comfortable sofa is not really good enough. I’ve got individual chairs, I’ve got a 17th century ‘Settle’, I’ve got a love seat. There are places to ‘sit’ comfortably. But a sofa seems a social necessity.

sofaSince moving back to the UK I’ve been searching. I even have a Pinterest board dedicated to my search for a sofa. I’ve sat and bounced on sofa’s in stores, on my own and with friends. This has helped me to refine my awareness of my sofa purchase criteria to:

  • Enough room for a cat to run underneath it
  • Enough room for a vacuum cleaner to run underneath it
  • Classic or innovative design
  • A  tight proportion of seat-space to sofa-size. No big arms or areas not used for sitting-on
  • Plush, something that says ‘luxury’
  • I can fall asleep on it (sat-upright and lying down)
  • It can fit through my cottage front door and round the immediate hallway corner
  • Must tone in with my golden and orange Persian rug

Finally I took my credit card to Bright of Nettlebed and commissioned a 2.5 seated Coleridge with claw and ball mahogany legs, feather seat cushions. The photograph was taken in the Nettlebed showroom. I’ve placed my choice of fabric over the back.  The gold is a thick thread that has a delicate pattern as part of the weave using different textures. The orange thread is thick, like a dense chenille. It reminds me of the

  • Designs of Charles Rene Macintosh
  • Warmth of fire
  • Symmetry of Japanese designs
  • Gentle curves of nature.

The sofa will arrive in August… …when they’ve made it.

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come and see this

Saturday, April 12th, 2014 | tags: , ,  |

Mumzie just phoned to find out what TV programme I was watching and suggest that I change channels. Then she hung up. Do I need to get a life? Or is there something strangely comforting about the informality and brevity of the conversation, as-if mum had just called me from another room. Yes, I like that call from a virtual room emotionally nearby

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key purse

Thursday, April 10th, 2014 | tags: , ,  |

Microsoft Card KeyChecking my bag, have I got everything that I need, before I leave the Wendy House for the big scary world outside?

No key card.

Without my key card I can’t get into the safe, secure, place that is ‘work’. An hour searching the finite, small, tidied through previous searching, Wendy House, didn’t uncover the key card. Sigh. I’ll have to cancel this one and arrange a replacement. A photograph of my looking harassed and bedraggled will adorn my key card until the next time I lose it. Why can’t I put my favourite selfie on my key card? Resigned to the dull, administrative, overhead, I wander out to Thomas and open his door

On the drivers seat is my key card


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