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HUMBUG

Me, December 1st, Annually.

Don’t bother with the Christmas tree

And decking out the hall

Don’t start singing jingle songs

Humbug to it all!

Let’s scrap giving presents

It’s over-rated  trash

In this economic climate

You must be careful with your cash

I just want to stay at home

Unsociable and glum

Buy your own selection box

Cos I’m a  mardy bum.

Me December 22nd, Annually

I’ve got mistletoe and holly

I’ve got a  glass of wine

I’ve wrapped up all the presents

I think we will be fine

The tree is up, the lights are on

I’m ready now at last

I always feel much better

With the winter solstice passed.

Put some Christmas music on

And watch yer grandad dance

He’ll get you under that mistletoe

If he gets half a chance

Have another chocolate

Get the family in

Have a Merry Christmas

Let festivities begin.

November Picture Diary

One week in November. In Pictures.

5th November (or sometime during the extended Guy Fawkes gunpowder extravaganza). I didn’t go to an organised event, or purchase/ ignite any fireworks. Just enjoyed some skylit explosionsfrom my own back garden. Tried to capture on my phone camera.

This was my best shot.

 

 

 

 

8th November. What a wonderful rich and vibrant autumn we have had. Maybe due to the late spring, or the exceptional summer. But the seasonal colours have been awesome. The photo below is taken right at the bottom of an area we call “Seven Hills” and I wish I could have taken photos from the top of the hill because it was wonderful. It’s like – when you play a fab song in your car and you think everyone else would love to hear it and you open the window to give them a share – that’s what I wanted to do with this ride. There are better photos but this run took my breath away.

 

 

9th November Lunchtime walk. Regular route. Nothing very exciting and it’s too noisy. But the bare shrubs revealed a little pond beyond (Ooh, rhyming words!) so I took a quick photo stop.

 

11th November Next, a fuzzy photo of my Grandaughter, aged 5, looking lovely, looking funny,

clomping along in my heeled shoes, but kicked them off and ran away when I tried to take the photo. The black spot is a shoe!

 

 

 

Spider doing butterfly stroke, trying to climb a reflection of the stairs, from a bowl of water in the kitchen. Question. We were out all day. Where did this spider come from? He’s not a small one, and he must have swung in on a wire, and at some point dangled over the sink. Well, I’m just glad I wasn’t in!

 

Rememberance Monday, 12th November.

 

Visited the grave of my Grandfather, Charles Broughton Senior (And Grandma- Nan) in a leaf strewn churchyard. There is no stone for their grave. I located it by remembering the name on the grave next to it. Not bad after an absence of – ooh too many years. So I didn’t take a photo. The leaves were very pretty though.

Also searched and found the grave of a childhood friend, lost over 50 years ago. The dappled shade makes these photos look quite different to one another.

 

 

 

 

I am not a lover of winter evenings, dark nights and  the cold. But I do try to catch a good sunset picture. Best one so far this year.  The sun actually sets to the right of this. The speck of light behind the tree is a street light. Just saying. The colours were vibrant pink and lilac over the back fence, but turned to this lovely peachy shade as it came round to the front. Not bad for a photo taken right outside my front door.

For more sunset pics, see the gallery.

Sober-ish October

I am attempting the “sober in October” regime. It’s day 5 today. It’s remarkably easy to swap a late night drink to a hot milk or hot chocolate. I’ve slept better, but that’s probably due to being on holiday from work, so I’ve been able to sleep in longer. According to “Trust me, I’m a doctor” there is evidence to show the benefit to the mind, organs and cancer indicators from abstaining, even for just a month. I still want to have a glass of wine with my evening meal though. And drinking diet coke at the pub on quiz night will not be so jolly. I’ve not had a cider for ages. I might struggle. My motivation, really, is to help with weight loss. I don’t think I eat a great deal, so the empty calories in the alcohol must play a part.

Update. After writing this, my hubby cooked a lovely steak dinner, and as it was our anniversary, I had a glass of wine. He says I had two, but we only have very small glasses, so by the standard red wine glass, I had one measure. Then, at quiz night, I did partake of a pint glass of Strongbow. Very nice it was, too. So I had another half!

I had a really bad night! Awake at 3am. Could not get back to sleep. Gave up at 5am and made a decaf tea, and pledged never to drink at the pub again (even though the soft drinks cost the same, or more, that the alcoholic ones). Finally slept sometime after 6am for a couple of hours.

So I am convinced that I sleep better and feel better without alcohol. I just look forward to the weight loss, which might take some time, as I’ve just made a gateau to go with some fresh cream after dinner. My contribution to the Anniversary celebrations. With the Cava fizz. Hic!

 

I went to Owlerton Stadium for the dog racing on 12th October. Sober October has now gone to the dogs.

National Poetry Day ll

On National Poetry Day, 4th October, I met with some fellow poets from Dwell Time. We met on the train to Huddersfield on the Penistone line, (auto-corrected, incorrectly, to “penis tone”) to read out-loud and record poetry. The line to Huddersfield goes through many tunnels. This is not conducive to hearing anything other than the roar of the train in the darkness, so hearing anyone speak was impossible. Add to this, the many station stops (fourteen from Sheffield) when passengers were traversing the central corridor to/from the doors, and general train noise and announcements, it was not an easy ride (from a poetry reading point of view)

But it was good to meet others with the same interests, and we were able to read poems between tunnels and station stops. The theme for this year’s National Poetry Day was “Change”. I really enjoyed the pieces that were read and I was able to read my poem “Changing my I.D.”, a poem not yet published anywhere.

The journey itself, through a wonderful part of Yorkshire countryside, on a famous old (often single line) railway, made it a special occasion. The views on the journey back, on my own, were spectacular in the late afternoon autumn sunshine.

Below are photos of the penistone viaduct shadows, the first taken on the outward journey and the second, longer shadows, on the return, and shadows from the Denby Dale viaduct overlooking Denby Dale.

  

 

Supplimentory Update. You might know by now that I am a bit keen on viaducts. I’m not sure why. Perhaps I am in awe of the engineering feat, the great towering strength and the beauty and age of them. Perhaps I am enchanted with the possible views framed in the arches. Have a look at my gallery “Mostly viaducts.” I took a photo of the Denby Dale viaduct from the viewpoint in the dale, between the houses on the photo above.

National Poetry Day

Today is National Poetry Day. I will be travelling on the poetry train between Sheffield and Huddersfield, reading and listening to poetry. As a bonus, this rail line also takes me over the Denby Dale viaduct and the Penistone viaduct. Not much of a view of them, I know, but looking forward to it anyway. Penistone viaduct picture here.

Hope to take a trip here soon and put my own photos on. There’s a decent flat walk, and it’s the only place to get a view of the arches. There are 28 arches, on a curve. It goes over the river Don, and extends as a small bridge over  Sheffield road B6462. There’s an interesting history to the bridge which you can find here.